#interesting how silver-tongued he is and yet when it came to the last lie with lucy gray he suddenly couldn't lie convincingly

[deanpinterester]

now that i've read the ballad of songbirds and snakes book i'm gonna rewatch the movie and see what happens

[xoxo-teddybear]

Nothing But a Bet - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, cursing, sexual mentions

Summary: Bakugou and his friends were just joking around! Nobody expected Bakugou to fall in love! But what’ll happen when Y/N finds out she started off as nothing but a piece of a game to her boyfriend.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but Bakugou sure is glad with the way things turned out.

About 11 months ago, Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero were messing around. The boys were making bets but once Kaminari had gone too far on the one he offered Bakugou, Kirishima called it quits and decided to back out of their little game.

Kaminari had dared Bakugou to ask out new girl on a date, be with her for a week, and not fall in love. Seemed like a simple bet. Y/N L/N, the new student, was very pretty. She was an incredible fighter but Bakugou didn’t know her enough to even call her a friend yet. All he had to do was date her for a week and not catch feelings? Seemed simple enough. And besides, if he won he would be getting Denki as a personal assistant for a month, getting him anything he wants. Bakugou was in.

The bet was simple. So simple! So how could Bakugou have failed? He couldn’t help it. Y/N was just so...perfect. She was kind and compassionate, but she also had poison on her tongue and always stood her ground. She was strong and gorgeous, and she was patient and always listened to Katsuki to help him with whatever. Throughout the first week, she was always there for Katsuki and even though she didn’t always give him what he wanted, she gave him what he needed, and that’s when he realized he needed her.

So after the first week of Bakugou and Y/N together as a couple came another..and another...and another..and another. Weeks turned to months and those months turned into almost a whole year. The couple has been dating for 11 months and was waiting for their 1 year anniversary to come right around the corner.

Bakugou was completely whipped for Y/N. He waited on her, hand and foot, and treated her like the queen she is. He loved her with his entire being and just being around the girl made him a better, happier person. He went through all the steps in a young relationship with Y/N. They were each other’s first love, first kiss, first date, first everything! Even their first time! Yup, Bakugou and Y/N had both lost their v-cards to each other and it was a night Bakugou would never forget.

And now here we are! The day of their anniversary! Y/N and Bakugou woke up in each other’s arms in Bakugou’s dorm room.

“Good morning Suki,” Y/N said with love laced in her voice. Bakugou was awake but kept his eyes shut as he pressed his forehead to Y/N’s temple and just smiled.

“G’morning Princess,” he then pecked her cheek, “happy one year,” he softly said. He pulled you in closer and you giggled at his sleepy state. You both shared a quick peck and Bakugou finally opened his eyes to stare at his beautiful princess.

“So! What’re we gonna do today?” Y/N asked with glee. As Bakugou opened his mouth to answer, his phone rang and you both looked towards it. Bakugou growled and rolled his eyes as he reached for his phone to answer. He sighed before he spoke.

“Hello?......what?! .....ugh, today of all days?” He said and looked towards Y/N with sad eyes, “C’mon! I got plans for today....no I know but-....*sigh* fine. I’ll be there in an hour.” He hung up the phone and tossed it to his night stand and he frustratingly tucked his head in Y/N’s neck and growled.

“Sooo....plans are canceled?” You said with a little hint of disappointment. Bakugou looked at you with a regretful eyes as he softly spoke.

“I’m sorry Princess, Aizawa’s calling me and Kirishima in for extra training. He planned this months ago and I told him not to put me on for today but I guess he forgot. If I don’t go in today then I don’t get to go in at all and it puts me behind. I’m sorry Y/N,” he said apologetically.

“Hey, don’t sweat it, Love. I get it, and it’s fine. We’re hero trainees, we gotta be at our best,” you said with a smile. Bakugou smiled at your grin and was thankful he had someone as understanding as you. “What time should you be back?”

“Uhh, probably around 9 tonight,” he sadly said.

“Oh wow...that’s a long time,” you said with a little sadness.

“Yeah I know, and I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll make it up to you!” Bakugou said. He felt so bad for missing your anniversary but he had to do what he had to do.

“It’s fine Suki. You said you’d be back at 9, so that’s when we’ll celebrate.” You offered.

“Baby, the dorm’s curfew is 10. What’re we gonna do for an hour outside?” He asked.

“Who said we had to leave the dorms to celebrate our anniversary? I could set something up here in one of our rooms and when you get back, we can celebrate. Just you and me, all night.” Bakugou smiled at his creative girlfriend. He was so blessed. He held you closer and covered your face in kisses as you giggled away. He loves the sound of your laugh and voice and craves to hear it all the time.

“Okay then, but I still want to make it up to you,” Bakugou bargained. Y/N only smiled and rolled her eyes at her stubborn boyfriend.

“Fine. I’m not complaining,” you laughed and Bakugou followed. He kissed you one last time before he got up and got ready. You stayed in his bed a bit longer and waited till he got out of his shower to leave to your own dorm to get ready. You both couldn’t wait for tonight!

*Timeskip*

It’s was 8:30 and Bakugou would be back soon and you both agreed to have your celebration in your room so that when Bakugou gets back, he can get ready. You set up your room perfectly. A table in the middle, a few candles, a few roses. Petals scattering the floor and his anniversary gift on your bed. You spent all day in the dormitory kitchen making spicy gyoza, seaweed salad, miso soup, and a variety of sushi. The room looked amazing and so did you! Your makeup was top notch and you wore a gorgeous maroon red dress that hugged your body. It was tightly hanging off your shoulders and the length went down to your upper thigh. You wore a skinny black choker and a gold necklace. You finished off your look with black strappy heels. It was a little chilly so you opted for a black leather jacket and honestly it pulled the whole look together.

You sat on your bed as you waited for Katsuki to come back but decided it was time to set the table. You brought the food and utensils, the plates and cups, and went back to get a pitcher of ice water. As you returned and placed the pitcher on the table, you went to close the door but heard Kaminari and Sero down the hall.

“Can you believe Bakugou and Y/N lasted this long?” Sero said. You got curious as to why they were randomly speaking of you both and listened in.

“I know right! It’s their one year today and they have me to thank for it!” Kaminari said in a boastful voice. “It was all thanks to my bet that Kacchan even asked her out in the first place.”

Your eyes went wide as you continued to listen. “What?” You whispered to yourself.

“True. And to think it all started out as a bet.” The boys laughed and joked around as they said they were happy for their friend but you shut the door and pressed your body against it. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your sobs and let the tears fall to the ground.

“I’m nothing but a bet.”

—

Minutes passed and Bakugou texted you that he was in his dorm getting ready. You didn’t reply. You fixed your makeup to look a little normal but nothing could hide the fury and heartache in your eyes. You waited a few for Katsuki to walk through the doors and the time finally arrived

“Happy anniversary babe!” Bakugou said as he walked through the doors. He was holding his gift for you and was wearing a maroon red button up that matched your dress. He rolled up the sleeves and unbutton the top. He wore a silver chain with black jeans and black boots. He put on his watch and you weren’t gonna lie, he looked insanely handsome, but that wasn’t gonna stop you from doing what you had to.

“You look hot,” he said as he smirked and looked you up and down. You stood and gave a quick smile before letting it drop once more but Katsuki didn’t notice. As you kept your gaze to the now very interesting ground, Katsuki made his way over to you. He stood very close and he attempted to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you in for a kiss but you placed your hands on his chest to stop him. “Uh? Baby? What’s wrong?” He nervously laughed out.

“....Bakugou we need to talk,” you calmly said but held back all the anger and sadness you were feeling. You pushed Bakugou back a little and he placed the gift down on the table. He looked at you with a confused face before he spoke.

“Bakugou? Baby, it’s Katsuki. Suki? Your Suki. Are you alright?” He asked with a worried voice. You laughed at his confusion. He really didn’t get it. He really didn’t understand that this was the end for you both. An uncomfortable silence rang through the room and you bit your lip in nervousness before you spoke.

“.....How could you?....I gave you my everything and it was all a lie! You were my first everything Katsuki! My first kiss, my first love. ...Oh my god I can’t believe I actually slept with you!” You said with a soft broken voice as your arms held your body and you looked towards the ground in regret. Bakugou was confused but seeing your sad form made him so upset. And hearing that you regret the times you both made love to each other broke him. He was worried for you and he ran to you to give you a hug but you pushed him away again.

“Baby-“

“Stop calling me that!”

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

You finally snapped your eyes up to face his as you looked at him with angry eyes and pools of tears as they streamed down your face.

“I’m nothing but a bet to you!” You screamed. Bakugou’s face went into shock as his eyes went wide and an open frown appeared on his face. You found out. You fucking found out but who the hell told you. Who the fuck ruined his perfect relationship?!

“Who-...who told you?” He asked with an angry, sad, shaken voice. You rolled your eyes as you noticed that after what you told him, that was what he was worried about.

“Does it matter?! Is it true or not?! ....did you really use me for a bet?” You asked with a broken heart. Bakugou bit his lip as he contemplated lying to you and moving on from this to keep his relationship, or telling you the truth in hopes that his understanding girlfriend would understand and stay with him. Both options were risky but he went for the latter.

“Yes..it’s true. You started off as a bet,” Bakugou watched as you looked around and threw your arms, shrugged your shoulders, and let them drop again. Your body just screamed “I knew it,” as he watched you with fear but continued. “But that doesn’t mean what I feel for you isn’t real!”

“How am I supposed to trust that?!” You screamed.

“Please! Please just trust me! Y/N I love you! I do, I swear! I was an idiot to place that bet but I didn’t expect myself to actually fall in love with you!” Bakugou heard what he said and cringed as he realized he basically just said he didn’t think it would be possible for him to fall in love with you. You looked at him in offense and hurt as he quickly spoke up again. “No, no, no, no! I didn’t mean it like tha-“

“Bakugou! Stop......just get out.” You calmly said but Bakugou felt his heart shattering.

“W-what? Y/N you can’t be serious. ...Can we at least talk about this first, please!” Bakugou said as he tried to grab your hand but you quickly yanked it out of his reach.

“No! Bakugou-“

“It’s Katsuki!”

“We’re done!” And there it was. Bakugou’s felt his entire world crumbling as his tears flowed down his face like twin rivers.

“P-please! You can’t do this!” Bakugou screamed as he ran to you and wrapped you in his arms. He let his head fall into your neck but you pushed at him and demanded he let you go. “Please don’t leave me! Please! I’m s-sorry! I can make it up to you, I promise just don’t leave!”

“Bakugou, let me go!” You said as your own tears fell and you pushed at his chest. Each time you got closer to getting him off, his hold tightened and he pulled you closer.

“No! Y/N please don’t do this to us!” He begged.

“Bakugou there is no ‘us’ anymore so let me go!” You demanded.

“Please! There’s nothing I can say to fix it! You started out as part of a bet, I’ll admit it, but I ended up falling in love with you, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever done! I spent a year of my life with you and I wanna spend so much more! Please! You can’t leave me!” Another silence came upon the room. You stopped fighting due to exhaustion and Bakugou just continued to cry in your neck as he continued to hold you tight. His pleas and cried fell upon deaf ears as you already made up your mind.

“....I hate you.” You whispered as you let harsh tears seep out. Bakugou remained unphased and just assumed it was your pain speaking.

“I love you.” He quietly said. “Please just give me another chance to make this right,” he begged.

You felt Bakugou’s grip loosen and that’s when you quickly took the opportunity to use your quirk and push him off. Your quirk pressed him against the wall and kept him there.

“Hey! Y/N! What are you doing!? Let me go! Please!” He cried out as he watched you grab a blanket, a pillow, sleeping clothes and makeup remover. You’ll sleepover in Mina’s room if Bakugou won’t leave your room. “Please Princess! Don’t leave! I can fix this if you give me another chance! Im begging you to stay! I’m sorry! Please stay!”

“Since you won’t leave, I will. We’re done Bakugou,” you said as you got in his face. You noticed his shaky voice and frantic eyes as he searched your soul to see if you were serious. His mouth hung open slightly as he shook his head ‘no’ in disbelief. “From now on, don’t talk to me, don’t touch me, don’t even look at me! I hate you.” You said and walked out of your room and slammed the door. Katsuki fought against the restraints and once you got far enough, you released your quirk and Bakugou quickly ran out the room to look for you. But he didn’t see any sight of you and so he went back inside you room. He locked himself in there and cried.

He cried and begged that the whole thing was just a bad dream and he would wake up any minute now. But this wasn’t a dream. And Bakugou had really just lost the one he loved. He looked at the room and everything you set up. He cried as he looked around and felt so sorry for both you and him. That night, he slept in your room on your bed, crying. He didn’t even bother to change or anything. He just wanted to escape this new reality.

“Please come back Teddy Bear....I’m sorry.”

[sluttywonwoo]

sunkissed || l.sk x reader

Summary: more like sunburned. on vacation with seokmin you lay out on the beach for a little too long, making for a very interesting night.

Warnings: swearing, smut

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

Masterlist

The sun was absolutely blinding and even though you were wearing sunglasses you couldn’t see anything. You knew your boyfriend was still stretched out in a lounge chair under the umbrella behind you, though, because you could hear him humming along to the music streaming from his phone, and that was all that mattered. 

Last time you’d been able to see him he had been hiding a copy of his new Excalibur script behind a book and feigning reading. The two of you had agreed to a no work on vacation rule, and he’d been the first to break it, but you could tell he was just so excited about his new project that you let it slide.

It was your first vacation with Seokmin, and so far it had been wonderful. You’d checked in yesterday and done a little bit of the touristy thing, but today you were content to lie on the beach for hours with no intention of moving. 

The sound of the crashing waves had lulled you to sleep a couple of times already, and you knew Seokmin would make fun of you for it later, but with the salty breeze and warm sand beneath you, you couldn’t help it. 

The water was spotted with some swimmers and surfers, but the beach itself wasn’t very crowded. You and Seokmin had planned your trip so that you’d just miss the summer break rush so everything could be a little more peaceful. 

You were pulled out of your half sleep when Seokmin’s humming stopped. You opened your eyes and tried to blink away the spots dancing at the edges of your vision when a weight dropped on top of you. You smirked as familiar lips planted a kiss to your cheek and tried to squirm away, but he had you pinned.

“Almost ready to go back up to the room, baby?” he murmured in your ear.

You nodded, and managed to twist your body underneath Seokmin to look up at him. Your eyes finally adjusted and you grinned lazily at the sight before you. His fair hair framed by the golden sunset behind him, brown eyes more dazzling than anything you’d ever seen, faint freckles starting to show on his cheeks from the sun. You consider yourself lucky that you didn’t need to leave home to see such a beautiful view.

You hadn’t been keeping track of the time, but now that you saw the sun setting over the water you realized how long you and Seokmin had been sitting out there.

“Are you hungry? Let’s get something to eat, babe.” 

“I could eat.”

“So could I,” he whispered breathily, sending a shiver down your spine despite the heat. 

You’d been teasing each other with the clichés all day: being a little more thorough than necessary with rubbing sunscreen on each other, you untying the back of your bikini to sunbathe, Seokmin running into the water for point two seconds just so you could see him soaking wet and admire the way the water glistened on his body. You were on vacation, and the hotel room was beautiful. It had tub on the balcony and a breathtaking view of the blue-roofed villas cascading down the cliffs as well as the water.

However, the bed had yet to be broken in, both of you had been exhausted after exploring Akrotiri and Pyrgos, but it was something you planned to remedy tonight. 

You followed Seokmin up to the room where you both got ready for dinner at a restaurant a friend had recommended to you. You wore a short, white, linen dress and Seokmin wore a similar white button-up that he left the top buttons undone on, so that he could show off his tan.

Dinner was much like the afternoon. The details were blurry, but there was a lot of alcohol and a lot of back and forth. By sheer luck the host had seated you at a tiny booth in the back of the restaurant where you could still see the cliffs, but also sit smushed next to each other. Seokmin kept one hand on your knee throughout the meal, and if asked later, he would deny moving it any further, but you recounted the events very differently. At one point, your lips were moving in a whisper against his ear and the base of his neck and you swore Seokmin’s grip on your leg got so tight you thought you might lose circulation. 

“You want dessert, baby?” he asked when the waiter approached your table with the shiny silver menus.

“I’m good,” you managed to say, slowly, but steadily. “You?”

“What I want isn’t on the menu,” he replied in the same tone, looking directly into your eyes, ignoring how the waiter in front of your table pursed his lips.

He’d probably heard that line a thousand times, especially working in a vacation spot like this. His eyes screamed ‘just fucking say you want to eat her out and go’ but for what it was worth, the line worked on you.

“So I’ll bring the check then?” he asked when neither of you addressed him. 

“Oh, yes please. Thanks.”

After fumbling with the key and stumbling into the room, you were beyond ready to be fucked senseless when Seokmin slapped your ass cheekily, making you cry out in pain.

“Ow, Seok,” you bit out, putting your hand where his had just been. 

His face contorted with concern. “I’m so sorry, y/n! I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay,” you said, smoothing your dress out over your body.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

He leaned back against the dresser, arms crossed, watching you with pain in his eyes. You knew how bad he felt about hurting you, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. Usually, there was pain mixed with pleasure, but this time was different. You could still feel the sting on your skin. Hesitantly, you lifted the edge of your dress and saw the unmistakable tint of a sunburn all down the back of your legs, complete with a still fading mark of a handprint on your ass.

Seokmin gasped. “Y/n.”

“What the fuck?”

“Baby, I’m so sorry, I had no idea,” he apologized again.

“Neither did I,” you groaned, squinting your eyes down at your body.

“You put on sunscreen didn’t you?” he asked and you had to bite your tongue before you snapped at him. 

“Of course I did!”

“Did you reapply?”

“Yeah, once I think.”

He didn’t say anything, but you knew he was judging you. “Here, I think we have some aloe,” Seokmin said and disappeared into the bathroom. He emerged moments later with the signature bottle of green gel in hand. 

“Take your dress off, baby,” he instructed and carefully helped you lift your dress over your head, careful not to let the fabric touch your body.

With a sigh, you threw yourself on the bed on your stomach, only smiling when you heard Seokmin’s little chuckle from behind you. You felt the weight shift on the bed as he climbed up next to you, and sat cross legged beside you. He pushed some of the hair out of your face with a soft grin and popped the cap on the bottle of aloe. 

You could tell he was trying his best not to come off as deflated, but you understood. You were disappointed too. You had been looking forward to getting good dick all day, and now every time you moved pain rippled through your body.

“This might be a bit cold,” Seokmin said as a disclaimer before rubbing the first bit of aloe onto your skin.

You sighed with relief as the gel instantly cooled your skin on impact. Seokmin was careful to rub it in gently, applying just enough so you wouldn’t be sticky later. He started with your calves and worked his way up, and you began to feel progressively better. 

Once he reached your thighs you fought the urge to clench them together. You knew it wasn’t the time, but your body didn’t, and your boyfriend’s fingers on your inner thighs was basically code for it. All of the feelings from the beginning of the night came rushing back and his fingers were just so close to where you wanted them. You had to actively fight the urge to moan. 

“Fuck, y/n,” he cleared his throat awkwardly as he continued to massage aloe onto your ass. “Are you, uh, wet?”

You only nodded in response, still not trusting yourself to open your mouth. 

“Do you want me to...” he trailed off, but you got the idea.

“God yes,” you sighed out and let the tension evaporate from your body as you felt Seokmin’s fingers work their way back down to your thighs, right where they had been. He was just about to give you what you wanted when you stopped him. “Wait,” you said, grabbing his wrist and he froze, afraid he had done something wrong. “Use your other hand,” you held up his right hand, covered with green goo for him to see. “I have a feeling aloe in my vagina won’t end well.”

He laughed and leaned down to kiss you. “Of course, whatever you want, baby.”

He started his ministrations again, continuing to rub aloe on your body with his right hand while he began to work two fingers inside of you. You moaned out, louder than expected at the combined relief from the gel and the pleasure from his fingers inside you. 

“Feel good?”

“So good, Seok, baby,” you breathed.

“Let me hear you,” he encouraged, inserting another finger. You gasped in response and felt your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Fuck, y/n, you’re so good for me,” Seokmin praised eliciting another moan from you.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer, teetering on the edge, but it wasn’t quite enough. “Seokmin,” you pleaded and looked back at him, catching him licking his lips, eyes filled with lust in the dim lighting, making you swear. “Fuck, Seok, please.”

“Hm?” he asked, ripping his attention from between your legs and meeting your eyes.

“Fuck, I need more,” you gasped. “I need you.”

“Don’t worry, angel,” he said in a raspy voice with a glint in his eye and a smirk pulling at his lips, “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

i didn’t go too in depth about what he sunburn looks like on the reader because…well, it’s different for everyone. like it’s a fucking tossup whether I’ll get sunburned or not because i’m hapa lol anyway lmk what you think I always appreciate feedback!!

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[kodzumie-archived]

❝YANDERE❞

Synopsis; What they’d be like as yanderes.

Featuring; Kokichi Oma, Mikan Tsumiki, and Nagito Komaeda x GN! Reader

Warning(s); Yandere themes, manipulation, gaslighting, drugging, somnophilia, stalking, nonconsensual photographs, worship, masturbation, and sacrilege. (These are pretty long headcanons/imagines!)

➤ KOKICHI OMA

⤷ To his very core, he’s a cunning, paradoxical individual. Kokichi derives from fantastical ideals; daydreams of a world in which his interest remains piqued.

⤷ He hates boredom, such emotion is merely viewed as unforgivable in his eyes. And he’ll do all that he can to ensure he’s enjoying himself; to ensure he’s entertained.

⤷ So, as to be expected, he’s enamored for all that is able to provide him such recreation. Thus why he began to develop the buddings of interest towards you; you kept him on the tips of his toes, eager with anticipation.

⤷ But he wouldn’t push forth and pursue after the claim of your heart through confession.

⤷ Why? That’d be too boring, of course! Confronting you with an admission of how he feels towards you would be nothing short of monotonous. Much too bland for the tastes of an Ultimate Supreme Leader such as himself.

⤷ And what would be more fascinating other than watching the gradual rupture of the human mind? Especially the mind of the one who held his heart captive.

⤷ Thus the game of cat and mouse had commenced, caging you in the cycle of a game you never wanted to be a part of; all to entertain the one who claims to adore you. But you wouldn’t believe that. Nobody would. He’s a liar, through and through.

⤷ Kokichi is as deceitful as a bat is blind. His sly nature proving to be merely his asset in order to conquer over you as his pawn.

⤷ He’ll wreak his havoc over you. Instinctively, he’ll begin with your mind, toying with all that you believed and knew in order to tug the rug beneath your feet.

⤷ He promises that he truly does love you and cares for you beyond anything else. But with his reputation, it’s nearly criminal to believe the lies that spill from his mouth; you should know this, he doesn’t care for you. It’s lies, lies, lies!

⤷ But Kokichi knows just how you think, an invasion of privacy to the encompass of your thoughts as he plagues every inkling of doubt.

⤷ His behavior towards you differs from the others; from everyone, either of you knows. And you can see it too, he makes sure you’re aware of it.

⤷ He makes sure you’re aware and acknowledges the sheer contrast of tone when conversing with you in favor of others. To you, his words hold a playfulness that’s comparable to being juvenile; boyish.

⤷ If anything, his banter with you could be described as soft. Well, as soft as Kokichi could ever be associated and described as.

⤷ But you’re aware of how the sharp daggers of playful insults are with that of a dull blade, merely a poke in good fun. Yet with others, his words possess an animalistic, carnivorous bite.

⤷ You knew that he sought to submerge himself under the skin of others, irritating them to the point of grit teeth and yanking of their hair, tugging their scalp raw.

⤷ However, you began to believe those weren’t his intentions with you. Dare you say that perhaps Kokichi didn’t view you as the prey to his jabs, but rather as someone he’d prefer to expose his care towards.

⤷ It warmed your heart, these assumptions of yours. And thus you believed them; you believed the wholesome thoughts that the young male truly did enjoy your presence and valued you.

⤷ You believed what brought you the most comfort, and perhaps that was where you were fatally mistaken.

⤷ As soon as the belief that he cared for you had sunk into your mind, he’d escaped your clutches of familiarity without a trace; hardened glares, crude insults.

⤷ Upon the moment you thought you had begun to understand him, he morphs into someone unrecognizable. It was as though you never knew him in the first place; as though you never knew Kokichi.

⤷ And with the hope of finding what you assumed was the Kokichi you knew, you attempted to withstand the cold, blatant detachment of his eyes as they meet your own. You pushed forth the barricade of insults and attempted to reclaim your ideals of Kokichi’s care; to reclaim someone you prayed even existed.

⤷ It was through the hope that you began to notice the inklings of care and acknowledgment seeping through him. It seemed that you’d finally be met with the Kokichi you’ve come to love; the one you’re able to recognize.

⤷ His insults that once pierced and mauled into your heart like the canines of a beast, chewing you apart and tearing you to mere shreds were now an obvious jest; one that attempted to retrieve a giggle from you rather than a sob.

⤷ And at long last, it seemed as though you were able to calm yourself. You’ve retrieved the comfortable attachment you’d acquired from Kokichi, and now you find that there’s nothing to worry about.

⤷ You feel safe; relieved. The title of friendship with the prankster himself wasn’t one you’d ever taken lightly.

⤷ So when he throws you for a loop—a vicious cycle—of indifference and then care, your heart was split relentlessly. The wounds healing only to be torn open, their stitches tugged out as fragments scattered your withered mind.

⤷ To his enjoyment—his sick, twisted delight—your mind was being built up only to be knocked down; familiarizing you with the mind fuck of an attachment he’s forced upon you.

⤷ It was cruel. His malicious intents unbeknownst to you, yet tauntingly clear.

⤷ Kokichi Oma is a liar, through and through. His tongue dipped in the silver coating of falsified hope for his words to stain themselves within.

⤷ But his adoration is an unbreakable truth sketched with the ink of his promises in the fine print. His love for you is real, as is proven by the inscription in contrast to mere words hanging in the air disguised as wishful whispers.

⤷ Though as true as his love is—as true as his devotion to you may be—he wouldn’t dare admit it to you. At least, not the first between both of you.

⤷ Regardless of how far gone down the plundering realm of love he was, he wouldn’t utter the words you crave to have confirmed until you pursue him first. His pride is an angry, green-eyed villain, one that holds his confession hostage at the back of his throat as he toys with you; toys with your mind.

⤷ And as tough as you make yourself to be—head held high with an unfaltering smile resting upon your lips—he’d break you down eventually. The longer he plays, the more interesting your reactions become.

⤷ Your erratic, borderline deranged hysteria at being left behind once more as he provides you nothing more than a cold shoulder is so, so amusing.

⤷ He’s perfectly aware of your desperation as the cycle of his cruel ways repeats once more, just as you’re aware of how you’re on the brink of falling apart if you’re left behind once again.

⤷ So with a long-forgotten pride that’d been swallowed as easily as a pill, you find yourself situated before him, eyes spilling over with tears.

⤷ You beg, and you beg, and you beg. Over and over until the words that fall from your lips hold no other meaning than please don’t leave, not again.

⤷ And with that, he’s satisfied. His patience having been run through the mill as he waited for the eventual breaking of your mentality, enough so to have you on your knees begging for his affections.

⤷ He’s aware of how malicious it is. How toxic he had been to put you through a maddening cycle of love and loss to acquire your sacred words of desperate devotion; your pleas for his returned affections.

⤷ Now he’s sure, so very sure, that you won’t leave him. You simply can’t. You came crawling to him first, you came begging for his love first, you came to him.

⤷ You wanted to be with him first, he never made such advancements. At that very moment, you’d sealed yourself to him, encasing yourself within the mousetrap as Kokichi’s grin held genuine care with the faux silver lining of deceit.

⤷ He’ll be sure to remind you of how easily he could leave you, much like the cycle he’d put you through. He’ll be sure to engrave it within your mind that you mean nothing to him.

⤷ Of course, that’s a lie! But you wouldn’t know that. He wouldn’t let you know that. If you even try to search for the truth within his devotion and adoration, he’ll put you in your place; you begged on your hands and knees for his mutual love, you confessed to him.

⤷ Kokichi Oma is a liar, that much is certain. He’s a cunning and paradoxical individual. His words tethered with insincerity and cutting into whomever he targets.

⤷ Yet there’d be no greater truth to be uttered by him other than that he loved you, he truly loved you.

⤷ But you wouldn’t know that. You wouldn’t know that was the truth amidst the Atlantic sea of his falsehoods, each picking apart at all that you believed was true. All you knew was that Kokichi Oma was a liar, through and through.

➤ MIKAN TSUMIKI

⤷ Her entire existence had been the heart of inconvenience. The world tossed her aside as though her life were nothing but a hassle, her survival proving futile to anyone and everyone; she was alone, and not a soul cared for her.

⤷ Her instincts were derived from being abandoned. In the lifetime of Mikan Tsumiki, abandonment was inevitable. Being left behind is merely the dissonant outcome of trust and interaction.

⤷ And thus, she’s untrusting. As it’s been engraved into her mind, if you are not needed, you will not be wanted.

⤷ It’s been a concept—an idea—that she’s been forced to bear. If others weren’t given a reason to need her, to rely on her, they’d find no use in her. This was the harsh reality Mikan had been forced to instill within her mind.

⤷ Yet, despite the harsh and unforgiving pains of betrayal within her life, she still found herself falling for the fragments of care you provided her.

⤷ Perhaps it was within your nature to be kind; to be someone that surrounded others in the warmth of your presence as you soothed their worries momentarily.

⤷ Mikan wasn’t one to trust easily, but she was one to love. And when she falls into love, she devotes herself with every scrap of her pathetic life she can muster.

⤷ Her heart swells in remembrance of how you appeared upon first meeting her; meek and fragile. Though that was to be expected, you were in the nurse’s office with reasoning, of course. A fever, a rather high one at that.

⤷ With Mikan’s status as the Ultimate Nurse, she took care of you. Providing you with a damp washcloth to regulate your temperature as she shuffled to retrieve your medicine from the cabinet. It was an ordinary occurrence, her daily life as the trusty nurse after all.

⤷ And yet the most peculiar thing had occurred amidst the most ordinary of days. As you lay gasping from the heat your very own body radiated, you still found it within you to meet eyes with Mikan.

⤷ She could tell how difficult it was for you to remain conscious, your body exhausted from attempting to preserve itself, yet you pushed yourself to give her a sincere smile. A passive thank you escaping your lips before an exaggerated sigh followed, and your eyes fluttered shut.

⤷ For a moment, she swore her heart had halted thumping, her breath catching within her throat. Was she hearing things? Had she managed to catch your fever in the few minutes of reach with you and experiencing some sort of hallucination?

⤷ Hundreds, if not, thousands of thoughts and excuses passed her mind before she settled; you had thanked her. Pitifully enough, this had been a first-time occurrence and one that stuck with the young nurse.

⤷ You were sent home that day. Yet your nearly inaudible whisper of gratitude echoed within Mikan’s mind as though it were a blaring alarm signaling for her to wake up.

⤷ But as always, she assumed that as soon as your eyes had shut, your moments together had concluded. She never expected to see you again, much less speak to her, and yet she was sorely mistaken.

⤷ There you stood before her, eyes trained on her own lavender hues. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you spoke, your words barely registering in her mind. Her mind occupied with the realization that you sought her out, you searched for her, you took time out of your day for her.

⤷ She manages to hear the end of yet another thanks, another voiced gratitude towards her as you smile.

⤷ The same smile that forces her to appear akin to a deer gazing at headlights. She was frozen momentarily and struggling to comprehend what’s being told to her.

⤷ Her first instinct was to apologize; to beg for forgiveness. Yet she had no reason to apologize, you’d just thanked her, after all. But it was an instinct and one that consumed her.

⤷ Thankfully, you weren’t looking for words to be sprouted back to you. Instead, you left with the same treasured smile on your lips that you’d blessed her with.

⤷ And with that, Mikan had deemed that the last of your meetings. It was inevitable, no matter the circumstance.

⤷ Life was run on a clock, a timed death sentence as every being awaited their own demise. Nothing was forever, not unless it were in death. And Mikan doubted she’d find someone who’d love her in life, much less even in death.

⤷ Though Mikan, yet again, finds that she is proven wrong. Not that she assumed she was right, anyway.

⤷ But the two of you meet again. This time under circumstances that she had hoped to avoid. It was a common occurrence, almost as common as her being found within the vicinity of a medical center; being picked on.

⤷ This was the closest thing to friendship Mikan had managed to acquire. Hiyoko had always had a sharp tongue, regardless of friendship status, her sharp words would still sear through and pierce into the hearts of whomever she preys upon.

⤷ And fragile, meek little Mikan was a typical victim to these harsh words. Every insult stabbing through her stitched heart, threatening to tear open the wounds once more.

⤷ Mikan was familiar with embarrassing moments. Her clumsy antics landing her in positions she prays to forget. And yet, she’s constantly attracting further embarrassment; much like her own pitiful existence she relentlessly apologizes for; apologizing for existing.

⤷ But having you witness her being torn down by the blonde had been an entirely new tidal wave of embarrassment. You, of all people in the forsaken academy, had seen her in her weakest moments.

⤷ She was familiar with being viewed as weak. She knew, herself, that she was an easy target, one that required minimal effort to instill rue within.

⤷ She was aware of them much like those around her were. Yet she didn’t want you to be aware of this knowledge; of this fact.

⤷ In the moments she’d known you, she had been at her most collected. Assisting you and nurturing you back to health as much as she could. She appeared as strong as she could be; as strong as she could ever be. And all of that strength displayed would mean nothing once you bear witness to how pitifully pathetic she truly is.

⤷ Would you prey upon her as well? Would you seek out her weaknesses and tear into them with your canines as though you inherited an unfathomable, animalistic hunger? Would you hurt her too?

⤷ It was then that her true infatuation had been birthed. Her yearning to love and be loved pulsating within her barren heart in which was deprived of genuine care. She felt the beginnings of a chance, the dispersion of her despair.

⤷ Your abhorrent gaze fixated ahead of you, and to Mikan’s relief, it wasn’t directed towards her. You gazed at Hiyoko with the flames of Hell itself raging in your eyes. Pure, unaltered anger burning a passionate fire.

⤷ It was all akin to a butterfly effect; a chain of events as a result of a singular action.

⤷ Mikan wasn’t sure where the chain had begun, but she understood that the flaps of the butterflies within her stomach weren’t in relation to sickness.

⤷ Of course not, she took excellent care of herself. But regardless, these flutters were delicate; ever-so soft. So much so, she swore they even tickled.

⤷ It was the first bloom of the garden of her potential devotion to you; the garden in which is littered with thorns—poisonous thorns—awaiting to prick at those unfortunate to be subject to her adoration.

⤷ And to your unaware dismay, that poor soul just so happened to be you; the same blissfully oblivious individual assisting the young nurse from her position on the floor after having been kicked by the antagonistic blonde; Hiyoko.

⤷ Much like the first blossoming of her feelings for you, that very moment had been the beginning of your friendship. Hand-in-hand as you walked her back to her house, only separating at your respected stops.

⤷ For every second you held her hand in yours, Mikan’s heart spun all the way to the moon.

⤷ If only you knew what you were doing to her and her poor little heart. If only you knew the nightmare you were brewing for yourself.

⤷ The walks home together soon turned into grabbing a bite together as well. Rather than obligation, it was a decision; one that you indulged in. And Mikan found herself swooning with hedonistic desire, a dangerous swirl of obsession within the cocktail of her love.

⤷ It was times like those that Mikan thanked her ability as the Ultimate Nurse. Having been accustomed to most prescriptions and symptoms, she was relied on by those who found themselves ill.

⤷ Much like you did when you claimed that you’d felt the slightest bit dizzy as the two of you walked home together, sipping on your drinks that Mikan had offered to fetch for you both; reciting your usual order as though it were the lyrics to the popular radio songs.

⤷ She asked you the typical questions, or well, what you assumed was typical. You wouldn’t question the nurse in her own field. You trusted Mikan to know what she was doing, leaning against her as your head grew foggier.

⤷ She had taken you home, assisting you up the stairs with an arm slung around her shoulders. Your breathing slow, nearly inaudible as you suppressed the urge to cave into a deep sleep.

⤷ With delicate care, she managed to tuck you into your bed. She scurries about in your room as you eye her with a fluttering gaze, stars littering your vision.

⤷ It wasn’t long before you’d shut your eyes without another worry. You’d assumed you were merely exhausted, a reasonable explanation. With the amount of testing you’d done that same week as a result of the semester coming to an end, it’s no wonder you’d be so worn out.

⤷ And being in the presence of the young and ever-so-talented nurse, Mikan, you knew you didn’t have anything to worry about. Mikan would take great care of you, without a doubt!

⤷ So when you woke up to find her sitting on the edge of your bed, peering down at you with a smile so soft—so sincere—you swore you couldn’t differentiate if it was the warmth of the blanket or the blush that was overwhelming you.

⤷ Mikan was truly so kind to you, treating you with such care and assuring you that you’d feel A-Okay under her watchful eye.

⤷ Before leaving, she lets you know she’s going to go fetch you some tea. She claims it’ll be easier on you and the herbs will provide you with an organic remedy your cells will be delighted to indulge in; whatever that means.

⤷ Yet as she stands by the door, she turns to you with a gleam in her eyes, one that you should’ve paid closer attention to as she asks you; would you like sugar in your tea?

⤷ You nod your head, signaling to her that you’d prefer having your tea sweetened.

⤷ Laying your head back down onto your pillow, you sigh as you allow yourself to relax once more. Truly submitting yourself to the care of your dear friend, Mikan.

⤷ After all, she only wants to do what’s best for you. She’s the nurse and you’re her patient. Who are you to question what she’s doing?

⤷ Even as Mikan rips open a miniature packet of a granulated white substance—gamma-hydroxybutyrate—a fine powder appearing akin to sugar, but is most definitely not the ladder. Though you shouldn’t bother worrying your little head over it.

⤷ Mikan knows best, Mikan knows best, Mikan knows best, Mikan knows best, Mikan knows best—

⤷ And it’s through blind trust—the very same trust that Mikan had shunned yet you embraced so easily—that you sip the tea Mikan had prepared for you. Merely biting back the scrunching of your features at the odd salty taste with a soapy undertone.

⤷ Mikan had always been a bit clumsy, so surely she must’ve simply mixed grabbing the salt rather than the sugar. Your mind rejecting any assumption that was anything other than that; you trusted Mikan. She wouldn’t do anything to harm you.

⤷ So as your head fogs further, your eyes drooping once more as the world grows darker, Mikan takes your cup from your hands and sets it on your nightstand.

⤷ Your body seems to have a mind of its own as you find yourself unable to move, your consciousness slipping before you could comprehend what’s happening. Though it’s not like you’d even steer your thoughts towards the bitter truth.

⤷ You trusted Mikan, you believed in her and the kindness of her actions, and the sincerity of her care.

⤷ And before fully submerging in the clutches of a deep slumber, you can feel the slender, wistful hands of another cradle your skin, squeezing and familiarizing themself with your figure.

⤷ As your eyes finally fluttered shut, your last sight had been of Mikan—your dear, trusted friend—hovering over you. Her lavender-hued gaze painted over with a sickening lust as her cheeks were flushed. Her visage is that of a crazed, lovesick fool.

⤷ The storm of Mikan’s obsessive love had been brewed. Stirred into a whirlwind of singed rose petals in which blood stains the thorn of the torn flowers from within her garden of despair; her heart torn to shreds only to be stitched together once more.

⤷ You, her beloved, are caging within the brambles of her desire. As her lips ghost over your unconscious form, suckling on your plush skin that she fawns over with such feverish admiration.

⤷ Her hands wander, and they wander, and they wander; she can’t get enough of you. She’ll never get enough of you. She’s truly a fool, disillusioned by the possibilities—the hope—love provides.

⤷ She’ll take all she can get. She’ll take every ounce of affection you have to offer. Her grasp clinging onto your body, stealing what unexplored regions you have to offer. Her yearning pushing her to take more; to steal all that she can, in the name of your love.

⤷ But it’s alright. After all, you won’t remember a thing once you awaken. And she can do it again, and again, and again.

➤ NAGITO KOMAEDA

⤷ In his love-stricken eye, you were ethereal. A beam of absolute hope, relinquishing despair and paving a path for the greater good. In his eyes, you were more than his hope; you were his god.

⤷ He hailed your every word; your every step; your every notion. Anything you do or say, he follows with every bit of his culminated devotion.

⤷ He saunters behind your lead, his head dazed with the true belief in the words that leave your mouth. You were never wrong. You were flawless in every form imaginable. You were perfection personified.

⤷ His devotion spiraled from your overwhelming optimism. Your positive energy seeping into the heart of others, as seen within their visage.

⤷ You were the embodiment of true hope, his one, and only. You were his beacon of light shining towards a better tomorrow.

⤷ And he swore there wouldn’t be a day in his miserable, worthless life that he wouldn’t cherish your very existence.

⤷ He swarmed his lifestyle with you, you, you! His fixation manifesting through his every action and train of thought. Anything he did, he did it for you.

⤷ So when he began observing you from afar, eyeing you as you go about your daily life, he swore up and down it was for you. To truly invest in you; his hope—no. His god.

⤷ You didn’t notice his presence lurking behind you at almost all hours. But, of course, you wouldn’t! He wouldn’t dare hope for someone of your elite status to pay heed to mere scum like him; like everyone around you.

⤷ Nagito was as self-loathful as he was jealous. Though he wouldn’t dub such turmoil as jealousy. Someone as lowly as him had no right to be jealous. You’d never associate with someone whose worth is that of garbage.

⤷ No, no. You’re better than that. You’re deserving of far more than that. You were a deity. You reigned over filthy nobodies much like him, casting hope upon everyone no matter how meaningless their existence may be.

⤷ So it was only natural he’d feel such a searing, blazing burst of repugnance at the audacity of people. The audacity of society. To see the way strangers so easily conversed with you, so carelessly interacting with you.

⤷ Were they not aware of your ethereal mien? Were they not aware of who they were speaking to?

⤷ Nagito found it nauseate. Witnessing so many nugatory nobodies engaging with you yet holding no regard to just how valuable you are; to your aristocracy.

⤷ Truthfully, he thought of it as a miracle that you would speak to those so invaluable. But that’s what pulled him—like a magnetic pole—to be enamored by you.

⤷ You were so hopeful. You sought the beauty of everything and everyone your treasured gaze laid upon. You discovered hope within the most purposeless of entities, and he could only fantasize the hope your beloved eyes would seek out within him.

⤷ But he merely dreams of such a thing. Never would he dare pollute your valuable time and existence with the thought of his irrelevant self. He was nothing, and he sure as hell was below even a nobody to you.

⤷ So he watched, and he watched, and he watched your every move. His ghostly green hues trained on your form, from any and all angles.

⤷ Anywhere you were, he was as well. Trailing behind you was as common as your very own shadow. He promised he’d follow you to the ends of the Earth. If his hope would allow, he’d do anything and everything to pursue complete allegiance.

⤷ He sought to appreciate and worship the entirety of your existence. For as long as you lived, he hoped—oh, how beautiful hope is to allow him to dedicate his life to you—he’d treasure you entirely.

⤷ His days spent following behind you, avoiding being seen by the public eye, or rather your eye, had soon evolved into beyond that of just following.

⤷ Much to Nagito’s dismay, he harbored fragments of bitter selfishness. Atrocious, it truly was. How could someone as lowly—as much of a scum as him—possibly writhe in selfishness?

⤷ He was already undeserving of being within your shadow, following you home. Yet he still had the shameless desire to yearn for more. Sickening; he could only be further disgusted by his miserable existence.

⤷ But he couldn’t help himself. Someone as faultless as you was meant to be obsessed over, right?

⤷ And thus, he began to take pictures. Photographs of his beloved hope—his god—saved within his phone.

⤷ At first, he was shaken beyond his own comprehension of the impudence to take a photograph of you, especially with photography skills as shameful as his. But still, much as he expected, even through his worthlessness you had shone; you looked absolutely beautiful in each and every shot.

⤷ His collection of photos only increased with each passing second. Soon enough, his fingers instinctively curled to the dimensions of his phone, readily waiting to snap a picture of your radiance.

⤷ It took a singular day to accumulate one hundred photos, and after a week he’d managed to possess well over seven hundred photos of you; of his beloved god.

⤷ Not a single photo was scrapped. Each of them equally cherished and mounted upon his wall with the use of tape. The walls of his bedroom soon filling with pictures of you, you, you!

⤷ And he wouldn’t have it any other way. As he laid atop his bed, his eyes would trail towards the pictures on his wall.

⤷ One was of you leaving your home to begin your walk towards the academy he was blessed to enroll in along with you. Your uniform ironed and peppered with your fragrance that Nagito dreamed to be drowned in.

⤷ Another was of you changing in the locker room. Of course, it was rather difficult to acquire the photograph due to the mirrors and the risks of being caught if you managed to catch sight of his reflection as he took a snap of you. But, thankfully, his luck had been on his side that day.

⤷ And his personal favorite, a photo taken from outside your bedroom window through the miniature crack that your curtain provided. It was an odd angle, but Nagito didn’t mind it. After all, the view it provided was one worth a million; beyond the worth of his unworthy life.

⤷ It was a photo of you seated atop your bed. The hem of your tee tucked between your lips as it allowed the exposure of your delicate chest and abdomen.

⤷ Nagito’s eyes were trained upon your exposed skin. Every inch blessed his eyes with a euphoria he knew no bounds of, his chest swelling with rapture at the sight of your body; a figure so holy.

⤷ But his eyes didn’t remain on your chest for long, instead deciding to flicker down to where your left hand squirmed.

⤷ Nagito swallowed the lump in his throat at the sight, his eyes darkening with the sheen of lust as his gaze remained trained on where your hand sunk onto, your sweats pulled down to your thighs.

⤷ There you were, in all your glory, pleasuring yourself. From behind the glass of your window, he could hear the muffled noises of your pants and moans. Whispers of whiny wants as you strive towards your climax.

⤷ The view was one that would forever be engrained into Nagito’s mind. Of all memories he’s acquired in his life, he wouldn’t dare allow himself to forget this one.

⤷ Nagito could only watch as his darling hope—his god—pleasured themself by their very own hands.

⤷ Drool collected within his mouth, seeping through the corner of his lips as his pants strained. The erotic yet maddeningly hypnotizing sight of you committing such a lewd deed brought him heeps of pleasure, and he hadn’t even been touched.

⤷ Despite his practically animalistic craving, he wouldn’t allow himself to wander into his own, tainted imagination. He wouldn’t allow himself to imagine his own dirty, grimy fingers touching your plush skin. He wouldn’t allow himself to imagine his forgettable, horrendous name being moaned from your lips.

⤷ No, he wouldn’t. He’d take what he had been blessed with wholeheartedly, and that was the sight he was given the grace to see. All that matters is that of all odds, he was there at that very moment and witnessing the treasured sight of a lifetime.

⤷ The same sight that was now on his wall in the form of a photograph. Though that wasn’t the only one of that sacred, divine night.

⤷ In the span of the fifteen minutes you’d spent, touching yourself and blubbering out pleas for more pleasure—more exquisite delight—Nagito managed to acquire two hundred sixty-three photos. Each of them stashed within the shoebox beneath his bed.

⤷ His admiration for you had caused him to plunder into an abyss of inexplainable hope. He constantly yearned, constantly strived, and relentlessly hoped to achieve.

⤷ He continued to hope yet he was unaware of what for. Had he been hoping to be noticed by you? By his beloved hope that had no business meddling with scum like him? Or had he hoped to truly achieve absolute devotion to you within his minuscule lifetime?

⤷ Nagito was blissfully unaware as he allowed himself to drown in the hope you radiated, unaware of his worthless existence basking within it.

⤷ Perhaps he’ll never truly decipher what he had hoped for. But for as long as he lived, he’d dedicate himself entirely to you; to your ethereal entity. He’ll continue to trail in the encompass of your shadow until his dying breath.

⤷ Nagito Komaeda devoted himself to you; to your hope; to your words; to your actions. He committed to your very existence, following the belief in you; his god.

[ouranoa]

tw: suggestive, swearing. [not proofread]

ever so slowly, you felt your eyelids shutting. it was getting late and you were getting tired. it was understandable that he was an executive member, and that they were to attend any meeting that was organized; however, you never understood why they were so damn long. the alcohol you had been drinking was beginning to sink into your system, the feeling of exhaustion washing over you- it was too much for you to fight back. there's nothing wring with having a little nap, you thought, he probably won't be back for another 45 minutes or so. Finally giving in, you allowed your body to indulge into your sleepy sensations and drift off to sleep.

not even 10 minutes into your cat nap, a white hooded figure pushed your room door open and stepped inside. your vision was hazy so you couldn't make out their facial features, and you were far too tired for your body to react in a panic. your senses had not yet awakened, and you weren't bothered to hear the faint noises they made. that is, until they began to speak.

"fallen asleep already? sweet."

your eyes snapped open, and your limps stirred from their stiff form. the deep voice that rang in your ears brought a sense of relief yet excitement to you.

"you're finally back," you replied arching your brow

chishiya removed his hood and flip flops before sauntering towards you.

"yeah, something came up and things are....out of the ordinary let's say."

"this whole fucking thing is 'out of the ordinary'" you snapped back, raising your digits to make air quotes.

instead of replying, he hauled himself onto the bed next to your form, causing it to shift ever so slightly. lifting his hand to your jaw he said in a sultry voice.

"so you missed me that much huh, baby?"

damn him. he wasnt even trying, yet he knew how to get you worked up in the simplest of ways. but you weren't giving in. not tonight.

you tilted your head away from him, averting your gaze to a painting of an elegant woman. you didnt want to make things awkward though, so you attempted minimal conversation.

"did the militants give you any trouble?"

you heard nothing for a second, then he answered.

"please, they're too idiotic. even if they did do something to hurt me or any of the exclusive members, they wouldn't have thought it through and that would only cause more chaos to surface."

you smiled. there was just something about his cockiness that made him so attractive. the way his brain worked, hell, even the way he spoke. didn't know how you managed to claim him as yours, but you weren't complaining.

"what about you?" his gravelly voice filling your room

you sighed. his life was more interesting than yours by far and you kinda wished that something would come up to you.

"no. just seeing people feeling each other up, alcoholics being stupid- you know, the usual stuff."

forgetting about what you had told yourself, you chanced a glance at him; but as if on cue, his eyes met yours. you stiffened. this was the first time you got a proper look at him and he looked hot.

his silver hair swept across his face perfectly covering a little section of his feline eyes. his brown orbs looked so cold and you find yourseld getting lost in them every time you look at them. his lips, so luscious as if they were made to be kissed. your faced inched closer to his involuntarily.

you were swimming in dangerous waters now, and whatever move that you or chishiya made could most likely cause you to drown. but you were getting tired. you wanted him and you couldn't stand him and his silent teasing.

you pushed your lips onto his and waited. you felt him chuckle before his hands cup your cheeks. his lips shifted causing a pleasant harmony between the two of you.

as the seconds went by, the deeper the kiss got. chishiya maneuvered his tongue into your mouth. you were distracted by his wet muscle so you were caught off guard when one of curled around your neck. you gasped at the sudden lack of oxygen and he took this opportunity to start painting purple and pink flowers on your collar bone.

he laughed and airy laugh and said, "i was waiting to see how long you'd last. i could see the need in your eyes."

he removed his hand from your neck, and you took a deep inhale.

"you're so cocky, you know that?" you panted, unbuttoning your shirt.

chishiya rolled on top of you and smirked, making you feel small. "mhm, but you love that shit."

once your shirt was removed he lowered himself to your stomach and began to kiss down it your breathing begame ragged and you tried to compose yourself. it wasn't exactly effective though.

you were about to loose yourself when his actions came to a complete stop. you remained still for a split second before arching your neck to look at him. he blinked a couple of times before removing his face drom your middle.

his expression was unreadable, but it almost looked like he had forgotten something.

then, all to quickly he got off the bed and was putting on his flip flops.

"ch-chishiya," you stammered, still recovering,"where are you going?"

"i have to take care of something. i'm sorry y/n."

you let out a groan of frustration. for fuck's sake.

"when will you be back?"

chishiya didnt respond for a moment and stared at the door, keys in hand. he was thinking.

"not until later tonight," he began, grabbing a handheld transceiver, "you'll have to leave soon too. get dressed and be downstairs in about five minutes."

he wasn't going to lie, chishiya felt bad for leaving you hanging like that, but he had a job to attend to. so, as a way of apologizing, he rushed over to you and pressed his lips on your forhead.

even if he did make you agitated at times, you still loved him and couldnt ignore the fact that he was a sweet man. watching him leave your room pained you, but you got up to get dressed anyways.

yes, your boyfriend seemed unbothered about the whole situation, but you didnt keep your mind from wondering about what secrets lie within the beach

authors note: [okok, i am feeding my fellow 'alice in borderland' starved fans since theres literally no fics on it yet. love y'all and sorry if it was bad lmfao 😗🤍]

here matey c: @donnyhateslife @cruel-spider

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Pairing: Taehyung X Reader

SMUT/LIGHT ANGST

About-Just a casual lunch outing where Tae’s trying to do his job and your trying to get him off under the table with your shoe...nothing new!

OR- Tae and yourself are grabbing lunch at 71 Above, after checking out the last couple of venues for the company's end of the year Holiday party. While at said restaurant, it becomes a humbling reminder that the most important people in your life are essentially a secret...cute!

WC:5k

WARNINGS: Public sex -ish( A foot-job under the table) dirty talk, teasing, light edging, frontage (kinda), overstimulation, Tae comes in his YSL leather pants, mentions of Oral (Male receiving), Tae is somewhat submissive, whilst also being a little shit. “Baby boy/Good boy” Kink

DNA Era Tae meets 2020 Tae

Tae is her baby and also her Executive Assistant

He just wants to hold her hand tbh

NOTE: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! P.S. If you’re new here Kookie joins the party a little later….

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“So” Musing over your cocktail glass “Thoughts on the last place?”

Eyeing the man sitting across from you intently who’s clearly in the holiday spirit. Dressed in a deep red silk button-down, apparently, he’s taken a page out of Jimin’s book considering it’s barely buttoned, to begin with! Honestly, he’d be better off not even wearing one at all at this rate.

Smoky silver locks messily styled out of his face showcasing those bushy yet sculpted brows of his. One of your favorite past times has become watching Tae become more confident as he grows into himself. No longer finding the need to hide behind his long shaggy bangs, though you can’t; lie, you do kinda miss him looking like the puppy he truly is deep down. However this, version of Tae just hits different, your baby boy looks like a whole ass man and you’ll never get over it!

God the things you endlessly wanna do to him…..even after all these years....

You watch Tae sigh almost miserably over a mouthful of lobster mac which seems completely out of place considering the way the dish in question smells…“Honestly?”

Offering a curt nod, encouraging him to continue as you welcome yourself to his plate! The amount of cheese that’s trickling from your fork is actually disrespectful!

“It was cute, I liked how big the lot is, and more importantly how spaced out the spots are! You know how rich people get about people being too close to the damn cars!” Rolling his eyes as if he in he’s excluded from that category and you can’t help but scoff.

“Tae you technically are one of those people at this point. Just like...yesterday actually, you almost ripped Jackson’s balls off for bumping into your rearview mirror but carry on.” Flicking your fork in his direction, ignoring the sharp glare he sent your way in the process.

This time around I think both of his eyes managed to roll in different directions, again, Jimin’s wearing off on him! “Anyway, yeah, I don’t know, I liked the space, the exposed brick beams in the ceiling was cool. Kinda gave it a homey vibe which is fitting….”

You could hear it hanging off his tongue, he sounds very, “meh” about it, so you opt fil in the blank. “Butttt??”

“Butttt, I -It felt like...like I was forcing myself to like it…” Slouching down into his seat, features a little uneasy, as if him not liking the venue was a direct insult to the owner personally! You on the other hand you let out a bated breath that you weren’t even aware was being held, eyes wide shining with relief.

“Oh thank fuck” Hand slamming down absently along the table, “I thought it was just me, and I felt like such an ass too because-”

“They were so sweet” Came in unison, both of you almost cooing as you said it! Hands placed dramatically over your heart as you reclined against your chair.

“So sweet,” Tae parroted in a light pout,”I mean they were literally wearing matching loafers Y/n. Matching” Idly jading a fork into his side salad in a way that’s borderline concerning actually, a tad bit aggressive over there!

” But it just-I don’t know, I guess will always think like those broke college kids at heart” Flashing you a brief glowing smile that you can’t help but return, humming in agreeance.

“Which isn’t a bad thing, per say, the mentality definitely keeps us humbled! But there’s time and place for that attitude and honestly I just wasn’t feelin it! At least not in comparison to the others we’ve seen, it wasn’t fighting the vibe were going for. Regardless of how good the offer is” Shrugging over another mouth full of food and you there’s not much else for you to say because that was your consensus exactly.

Basically, once the two of you showed up, the cute little husband and wife duo offered you a deal which would essentially consist of them renting you the space for next to nothing. In exchange, they’d want you to post a couple of ads via your company and personal social media accounts as promo. Your initial thought outside of just thinking they were utterly adorable was how much money you’d save...but as Tae said, thankfully that’s not really a concern anymore, if you wanted you can get it!

Easily…discounts and barters aside, just a flick of the wrist and it’s yours!

“True, also can we just take a moment to talk about how aesthetically pleasing the Valentine was though?” Tossing your head back with a dramatic groan “I mean fuck you already know the way I feel about industrial spaces, the high, glass ceiling, all the greenery..” Eyes rolling to the back of your head with a slight moan…as you envision the space. Especially how moody and sexy the overall venue would look with thousands of lights cascading from the glass ceilings.

Clearly the venue was doing ....a lot for you right now!

Brow cocked at the blatant...enthusiasm surrounding the location in question “Mmm, well that’s something...interesting to add to the kink list, just when I thought I’d explored every avenue, but apparently not.” Voice low, teasing, head cocked to the side, a shit eating grin plastered along his lips, as he swirls his tongue along the tip of his straw in a way that’s……

“ I guess we’re adding “industrial spaces” to the list. Noted.” Smirking around his drink like the little shit he is!

Right, you may or may not have crossed your legs at the sudden drawl laced within his delivery but not before, kicking his shin with the tip of your heel, “You little shit” Rolling your eyes at the way he dramatically rubs the side of his leg, hitting you with straight puppy dog eyes as he pouts over at you as if you actually caused serious damage!.

Leaning forward a little so you don't have to try as hard to whisper, the notion has your breast essentially sitting on top of the table. Not that they weren’t already on full display in your dress or anything. Hand slipping beneath the table, landing on his kneecap. “What? Suddenly you don’t like a little pain?” Tone blatantly teasing whilst ghosting your nails agonizingly slow up his inner thigh, and his entire body goes rigid at the sensation. Tae’s always been extremely...

“God, your still so sensetive....” You weren’t intending for that to come out in the form of a moan but considering the one that fell from his lips in return...you ain’t mad about it! 100% dialed in to the way his eyes are fluttering, jaw tight, trying his damndest to play it cool, especially once the waitress makes eye contact silently asking if the two of you need anything. “Takes so little Hmm?”’

Flashing him a quick smile, waving her off for the time being, far too focused on another task to entertain anyone else right now!  Only stopping your ministrations once your fingers land right beneath his balls.

“This place is very well lit, I like the hue, it’s casting a good soft-light, especially the way it’s bouncing off your complexion...” Eyes cascading against the ceiling, tone casual, until your eyes drop....

“You’d look so fuckin good, coming for me right now...” The words purr off your tongue, flashing him a cheeky little wink, and poor Taehyung chokes on his martini!

“You know how much you love being watched...I could have you making a mess all over yourself and no one would even know. ” Not even trying to hide the smirk playing on your lips when you can already feel the tension in the room rise. “My own little private show...” Eyes wicked as your fingers wander a little higher, gently pressing your palm down around his dick. Rubbing tauntingly, the touch isn't enough through the thick leather, however it does instantly make his length swell in the confines of his pants! We all know this….underwear is nonexistent in Tae’s world! “Kinda brings me back to our college days...” Teeth sinking into your bottom lip at the mere memory...you getting Tae off whilst in the lecture hall full of 300 plus students. 

Regardless of the deer in headlights look flashing across his face his legs still spread apart, hips bucking forward because well as we just said...baby boy loves being watched. This however, prompts you to once again change positions, now digging your nails into the back of his thighs before letting the tips of your fingers tickle free. Coly bringing them back above surface to take another languid  sip of your drink, tossing a strand of hair over your shoulder.

Ya know, I can’t say you’re surprised by his reaction, baby boy can dish it but sure can’t take it, neck and chest flushing to rival his shirt! Banging on his sternum in an attempt to reroute the liquor burning his lungs.

“Jesus-fuc-Y/n!” You have the nerve to hum inquisitively, only this time for his sanity he humors you! “Can you like not go from asulting me to-” Looking over his shoulder before dropping his voice down to a whisper “Stroking my dick, and offering to get me off under the table, all in the span of a nanosecond!?” The plea hissed through clenched teeth but the complaint was half hearted at most! Well aware his dicks already throbbing in his pants at the thought alone! “Fuck me” Sucking in a harsh breath, as he raked his fingers through his scalp.

“Well…” Tonguing at your inner cheek, eyes fluttering away as if you were in deep thought… “In my defense you kinda started it, bringing up my kink list like I don’t own a whole ass porn company!” Propping your chin on your palm, gaze locked and loaded “Like I wasn’t thinking about tainting that sweet innocent couple by letting them watch as I dropped to my knees, letting you fuc-”

“Y/n!” He actually attempts to sound almost applauded, like he doesn’t love how absolutely filthy your mouth is. However there’s a silent little “please” playing on his tongue, no matter how threatening he tried to sound.

You giggled, straight up giggled, reclining in your seat, amused, and somewhat satisfied so you let him be, for the time being anyway. Though you may have eaten your angel hair pasta in a very obscene manner, every now and then you’d sinfully suck the noodles through your overly glossed lips! However, if he dared to clock you on it you’d just simply note that it was your way of not messing up your makeup….

The two of you finish your lunch in comfortable silence, making small talk here and there, a mixture of work and bullshit until Tae’s phone goes off with a couple text notifications.

A low hum rattling in the back of his throat as he eyes the message from Hoseok. Subconsciously Tae reaches across the table, intertwining your fingers before bringing your knuckles up to his lips. Grazing them with his lips casually as he scrolls through his phone.

“Alright  baby, so, I have a list ready, we have a couple brands that wanna work with us for the party. Seoks already narrowed it down to the ones that are actually worth discussing however-“

Honestly, it took both of you a minute to even realize what was going on, the skinship was second nature at this point. It wasn’t until his thumb grazed over your wedding band that the notion even resonated! Tae and yourself were a good two drinks in, feelin all warm and fuzzy and got caught up in the moment! Temporarily forgetting that you were in the middle of a restaurant in Downtown LA! Forgetting that the Kim currently caressing your knuckles and calling you baby is not the one you're technically married to! It may seem minor in retrospect, but you’ve always tried to stop yourselves from getting comfortable, with being comfortable in certain locations if that makes sense! You slip up one to many times and the next thing you know it happening in the office or on the red carpet!

Taehyung’s eyes grow almost comically wide, straight panic flashes over those big brown orbs of his and your heart sinks as you watch his head whip around, checking to make sure no one caught the interaction. It was almost painful how quickly he disconnected from you as his entire face dropped and no, just no!

“Hey...hey no it’s fine, it’s like 2 in the afternoon on a Tuesday! Not to mention we’re tucked in a booth in the corner ,we’re good, nobody heard or saw you…” Voice calm and quiet, trying to come off comforting, flashing him a weary smile. Reaching across the table to thumb at his palm, and it would be a lie to say you didn't also check over your shoulder before hand as well’

A dry almost bitter chuckle leaves his throat as he flinches away, tossing the fork down on his plate sliding it halfway across the table indicating he is more than done eating. Flicking the bridge of his nose with his index finger, jaw twitching, “Yeah, lucky me huh? I actually got to hold your hand for all of two seconds before we realized I’m techionally not allowed to do that unless were in fuckin I don’t know Alaska!” 

He’s agitated, and with every right to be, even if he is being a little dramatic. Thankfully he’s keeping his voice low, but you can feel how tight his throat is, the amount of grit laced within his tenor has your eyes bugging out of there socket.

“Bab- “ It was a reflex, whenever he’s upset it’s just what falls from your lips, and he gives you a look, almost as if to say “How fucking dare you” ! The level of hurt the pet name just rendered within his eyes is- 

Eyes sharp, brows furrowed “Noo, nooo, we literally just went through this. That’s not the way it works for us in this kinda setting” Flailing his arms around to reference the restaurant. “Wrong Kim” Well damn. “So it's Tae in public remember!?” Brow quirked accusingly, he’s abating this entire situation, almost like he wants you to snap, a second away from whisper yelling! “ Or maybe I should say Taehyung, hell  just use my full government while your at it. Let’s make it real impersonal, Mr. Kim maybe?” Head cocked to the side as if he’s being genuine and not a total smartass right now. 

You-he’s ...hurt, and you get that, hell you respect that, but Lunch at 71 Above is not the time or place for this conversation. You’re trying to approach this on a more rational level, however the condescending delivery is making it hard, and your only human. Eyes rolling to the back of your head before you can even catch yourself and that little gesture seems to be what officially set him off!

You can physically see the tension within his face... “I’m gonna go get some air, I might actually call a Uber or somethin,.” The words trailed off his lips low in mumbled but clear enough to be heard because that’s ultimately what he wanted to begin with. 

There was something in his eyes you couldn’t read, a combination of anger/hurt mixed another emotion you can’t quite pinpoint! But whatever it is, you fuckin hated it! Throat running painfully dry as watch him slide his chair out and even though realistically you know at max he’s headed home...Still the gesture alone is gut wrenching because you know this runs deeper than just this situation!

“Tae” His name leaves your throat as more of a warning, reaching up to take an almost possessive grip on his wrist. Fingertips landing on the edge of his Cartier bracelet, the one you're both wearing actually, same arm and all!

A deep labored breath shutters from his chest at the contact, thighs feelin like a newborn fawn, gaze hesitantly meeting yours. “Tae, baby” Daring to use the endearment again regardless of your current surroundings “Sit back down so I can order us dessert and we can discuss whatever you want...just-please” The ending whisked off your tongue so faint your almost wondering if he even heard you!

Taehyung narrows his eyes, teeth clenched, tongue nudging his inner cheek! “I’m not really in the mood for cake right now Y/n. To be honest I just wanna leave” You know he’s aiming for dry but instead he lands somewhere around defeated , which makes it even worse. You’re both well aware this is not truly about cake, it’s about his constant need to run away from shit!

Sliding your fingers down his wrist, interlocking your fingers, giving them a firm squeeze. Eyes locked with his “Then you can get whatever you want, but I need you to just be here right now, I really, really need you to sit here, and just breathe through this with me.”

He’s know what your really asking is for him not to run away for once!

A faint little “Whatever” Leaves his lips and then he’s dead silent, silent as he slides his chair out, remaining as such for what feels like hours, and it has your heart beating painfully hard against your ribcage. It’s almost like he’s not even here, eyes fixated on some random painting on the opposite side of the restaurant, chewing at his inner cheek until....

“I’m sorry…” He admits after a baited breath, stroking your palm with his thumb gently, you can see him working over his thought’s in his head before speaking. ”I can’t - fuck I never know when I’m going to get all in my feels with shit like this, sometimes it just sucks harder than others I guess” The curt little shrug that leaves his shoulders let’s you know how uncomfortable he is, Tae’s overall persona suddenly seems mounds smaller in this moment. Anxiously stroking the back of his own neck “But....I shouldn't have come at you like that! That was fucked on my behalf and for that I’m truly am sorry ! This isn't all on you, or Joon we all-”Gazing over his shoulder before continuing “There’s just- there’s a lot, we have families and it’s just, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, ...”

Dropping his voice a little lower “I just fuckin love you” There’s a timid smile playing on his lips “and if the offer still stands I would really fuckin like chocolate cake…”

You actually snort, that’s your first instinct because only Tae, but the plus is it lightens the mood  immensely! The sudden outburst triggers that full boxy grin to come into play and god your so damn  enamored by this man it’s actually sad. Bringing his knuckles up to your mouth, grazing them past your lips like he did yours moments prior. “I love you too, and chocolate cake sounds fuckin amazing, and liquor, we need new drinks, actually we need an entire bottle! ” You laugh and then so does Tae, suddenly your holding hands and laughing together and everything else just seems so miniscule in the moment.

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So, here’s the thing...being a CEO of one of the top Adult film entertainment companies is not on the same level as like..I don’t know….

Owning a high-end clothing company, or being a reality star or something. Your field is praised just as highly as it is tabooed, so with that being said, it’s not like your the top topic on E-news, or on Business Digest. You still have a strong sense of normality, point blank you’re not that important. It’s not as common for outsiders to know the high rollers within the porn industry the way it is in other fields!

However there's another avenue to factor in where the 7 of you are concerned, and that’s the world of social media, and that’s a completely different world entirely! One that’s heavily intertwined in your state in particular, living playing, and working in LA….I mean let’s get real, shit not normal here, by any means!

You’re a 26-year-old wealthy CEO, that goes to work in a Ferrari, cute little bodycons, Louboutin's, and Chanel bags! Your executive assistant is Tae for fucks sake, he looks like a model his damn self , on the surface your life is an aesthetically pleasing wet dream. An influencer without even trying for the title, if your 2.7 million followers are at all telling! So in the public eye, especially when out in Downtown LA..you try to be discreet.

Just last week Jimin was hanging all over you while walking through Saks and one of your mutual followers stopped to ask for a picture. Again this isn’t a daily occurrence, you’re not comparing yourself to Rhianna, but it’s why you do move with a slight air of caution when in your city! You literally live in a place where people become famous for running into walls, nevertheless owning their own business!

The world knows you’re married to Namjoon, and to be honest there’s numerous reasons the other aspect of your dynamic stays hidden! More than just the obvious….

However there’s been rumors circulating over the years, or at least now that Hollywood’s decided you hold some relevance! Ones pertaining your your sexuality, typically the tabloids assuming it, insulating your swingers, or that Namjoon’s bi.  A Lot of these narratives circle back from your college days though, old classmates trying to slip tea to the media. Stories of when you could go to a party and it didn’t matter if you were sandwiched between Namjoon and Yoongi at the same damn time! Not to mention the dark side of social media where nothing ever truly dies, so yeah there are some questionable photos floating around. Luckily nothing recent enough to truly add fuel to the fire but you know deep down it’s only a matter of time!

One could argue it adds allure to the overall dynamic, especially considering your line of work, and maybe it wouldn’t matter if the boys were just casual thirds...but they’re not! They’re so much more than that and that’s what makes this hard, because well in laymen’s terms...people just fucking suck! So as heartbreaking as it is, where your other boys are concerned, in the public eye at least your “relationship” holds a strong air of mystery!

It’s the little things ya know? Like now for example, the fact that he could've easily gotten a foot job under the table but has to walk on eggshells about holding your hand at times! Shit just sucks sometimes, there’s no other way around it!

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The two of you don’t really talk much until the dessert comes, more drinks and a bottle is in fact ordered as well! The silence felt a little more bearable this time around, busying yourselves on your phones. A very minor but significant change, is the fact that you still haven’t let go of his hand, even once the waitress returns. The simple notion has his entire dementor shifting! Fingers still tightly bound together and your chest flutters seeing the way he flushes almost bashfully at such minor PDA! Like the two of you didn’t hook up in the back of a club in London two months ago! Like you literally weren’t palming him under the table! Yet here he is blushing at openly holding your hand!

So fuckin cute!

Eventually two pieces of molten chocolate crepe cake gets brought over and holy fuck! Both moaning in unison as the pastry hits the table...

“Oh my goddd, we have to take a piece home for Jin, the like...convince him to learn how to make it!” You watch Tae’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he laces his lips around the fork! Groaning out in agreeance once the mixtures of pure sin hit his tongue.

“K...now back to , these sponsors...” Prompting over a mouth full of cake, not that you wouldn’t love to sit here and chill all day but you do have a 4pm conference call!

You watch as Tae glances down at your intertwined fingers, and his fork....realizing ones gotta go so he can pick up his phone and you physically coo back at him, melting into your set once he opts to drop the fork instead of your hand. Purposely avoiding your glance once he noticed the look on your face, nose scrunched and all!

“Right, so Uber reached out, more specifically Uber Luxxe, looking to send us 4 cars of our choice in exchange for a couple post. Spread out between IG, Twitter and Snap, I’m personally all for this one. The contract doesn’t seem excessive and I like that the post won’t feel forced! I mean realistically we were going to hire a driving service regardless! However something to also consider is our lack of filter when drinking! I mean...”Flailing his phone between the two of you as if to give an example, obviously referencing the little slip up moments prior. At least he can joke about it a little “So realistically, would we feel more comfortable with a private car service where there’s a contract involved as opposed to just some random?”

Tae just went full EA, out of nowhere and honestly ...

You blinked at him, almost dazed, fork halfway to his mouth because, what?! . “You sound so professional right now, it’s so fuckin hot.”

Tae choked on nothing but straight air before blushing profusely. “Baby-I mean-Y-“

You didn’t even flinch, continuing, unperturbed. “Nah, actually I think I’m in the mood to be baby right now!” Eying him wickedly “Your jaw just gets really tight, and your voice gets all low and raspy! It happens during meetings too, it’s really fuckin sexy! Reminds me of the way you sound when your lips are pressed into the side of my neck when we fuck.” It's just the casualness of it all, you sound like your ordering another appetizer and Tae’s about to choke on his dessert. 

The grip he has on your hand is almost painful right now, “But don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here writing out my next script in my head, carry on. What rental service did you have in mind? Or did someone already reach out as well?”

It’s the way you just went from talking about Tae, being balls deep to sponsorships all in the span of a comma! In the words of your best friend you are pure chaos.....

Tae groans  head hanging in defeat and your lips curl into a smirk, brow quirked in his direction.

“It’s the way I hate it here sometimes...” Snatching his hand away to jab his fork into the neglected pastry.

“Ah huh” You roll your eyes crossing your arms over your chest before leaning back. “Right, again let’s not act like you didin’t start this, both here and at the venue.” Leaning over the table again licking your lips “Don’t act like you weren’t eye fucking me the entire time, or the way you’d accidentally brush against me as we walked through the building. You’ve been practically begging for it all day.”

Tae just stares back at you, mind momentarily blank, stomach shifting into knots, letting the fork drop from those delicate fingers of his! Mouth opening and closing like a fish straight outta water...

“Did you think about it too? The acoustics in that place were fuckin insane, the way it would just echo through as you made me cum would just- fuck”  You continued adding that lethal little purr back into your voice! “Or even better the way you’d sound, you don’t even know how bad I wanted to drop-“

“Y/n”

“Baby.” Phrasing the word borderline as a threat “Would you have liked that baby boy?” Cocking your head to the side, tongue teasing your bottom lip “Me on my knees for you looking up at you all pretty, letting you hold my hair and fuck my throat until you came straight into my mouth?”

Speaking of mouths' your just straight fuckin-mayhem ...and it’s making Taehyung’s brain feel like it’s melting through his ears! But god should we be surprised though?

It’s never taken much with you....

You’ve always been just what he needs and a little bit more than he can take all in one! You haven’t even touched him yet and he feels a moan creeping up his throat! Especially as he watches you swirl the tip of your tongue over the whipped cream on the edge of your fork, sucking it between your overly glossed lips in the most obscene manner.

Eyes locked and loaded, a second away from drooling, “Fuck, yeah,” He stutters breath hitching on his lungs, heat coursing through his skin. Tae’s veins literally feel like they’re on fire, subtly trying to shift in his seat to readjust himself! Glancing subconsciously out of his peripheral, the restaurant still chill and half empty. The waitress on the opposite end of the room attending to another couple!

“You always look so damn good with my cock down your throat, and my cum on your tounge. God, especially when I wrap my hand around your throat and I can feel you swallowing down around my-” Your tongue’s swirling all over this damn fork, and he can feel every flick your tongue against his dick, and it’s just...fuck!  Not to mention once you accidently spilled some whipped cream on your lips, which you took your time licking off as well.  “Jesus-Fuck, Y/n!!” Taehyung’s voice is dripping with arousal, and you already know he’s leaking all over the place.

“Yeah?” Humming around the form before setting it to the side “ You like the way I look when I’m chocking on your cock?” These questions are all rhetorical, your an ass “Or how about when I get a little messy because I can’t fit it all in my mouth?” Your eyes darken, words coming out over low gasps of air, almost as if your just as aroused as he is and that’s because you are!

“Your always such a good boy for me, so helpful too holding my hair back, guiding my mouth until you hit the back of my throat...holding me in place until I gag. You know how much I love when you get rough with me ..” Tae feels the sole of your red buttons tease up his thigh, shifting between his legs. The transition was so damn smooth it catches him off guard, instinctively wanting to push away but instead...

“You’d be loud for me too wouldn’t you? Show them how good you look falling apart for me, how good you look when you come down my throat....The way your eyes roll-”

“Holy-fuck Baby” Aggressively running his palms over his face until it’s matching his shirt “Please don’t do this to me right, now, if your gonna give it to me then fuckin let me have it but I cant-.”

You can’t help but smile back at him, so fond it almost seems out of place in the moment. “I’ll give you whatever you want Tae...you know this. You just gotta promise you’ll be good for me, we can’t draw-”

“I’m always good” He damn near growled at you, eyes daring you to say otherwise and well, who were you to deny Tae of what he wants!?Gently pressing your foot at the base of his cock, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips upon feeling that your boys already fully hard.

It’s the way the two of you are just casually in one of LA’s boujeiest restaurants and your deadass about to give him a foot job in Louboutin’s! Yup, your life had turned into a porno,  you’ve officially made it!

“Kay, so back to that list of sponsors, first off I completely agree, as much as I love our contact at Uber I’d prefer an actual car service for something like that.” Here you go again the queen of the switch up, you’re back to discussing work yet there’s still a slight moan in your tenor. Breathy and light and Tae feels like all the airs being sucked from his lungs.

Tae shifts, spreading his thighs even further, shuddering out a bated breath as you point your toe, dragging it up and down! It’s a peep-toe so that alone allows you a little more flexibility! Pressure intentionally light so it’s just enough to have him on the brink of begging! But instead of doing so, he picks up his phone, hands shaky and all and continue doing his job as requested!

“Right..” Clearing his throat not sure why he currently sounds like he’s going through puberty again but K...  “I’ll let Hobi know, maybe we can do something we’re we use them while planning this party or something! Since you vetoed a party planner will have a lot more running around to do! Realistically outside of Joon and Jin we all have coupes anyway...so it’s not like we can carry much!”

Mmm, always the innovator, even when all the blood and airs being rushed to his dick! You feel him try and slide forward, chasing after the stimulation.

“Ohhh, I really like that, and like you said it still feels somewhat organic because realistically our cars aren’t efficient for something like that”  You press down harder against his cock almost as a reward “Good boy, what’s next?” Nodding towards his phone and it takes every ounce of self control he had to swallow down the moan laying on his tongue.

Eyes struggling to stay ajar as you continuously rub your foot up and down his length. Now applying more prominent pressure with the ball of your feet! Movement stealth from the waist up so you don’t draw attraction to yourself.

“Tae Tae” The nickname falls from your lips singsong like, and far too innocent for the demon seed you are. “Next?”

He doesn't even know what to really do except follow instructions, so he just nods, scrolling through his phone. “There was also a couple brands wanted to oh fuck-“ Gasping as you pick up your pace, damn near dropping his phone into the plate beneath him.

Face splitting into an amused grin, a hint of something wicked playing on your lips. Eyes gleaming with mischief, you watch those long, delicate fingers flex, clearly struggling this time around to bite back the moan like he needs to! Hands shaking as your continue working him at a merciless pace. Rubbing faster, harder, utilizing the rounded point on the head of your heel to press right against what your assuming is Tae’s tip by the way he shudders. Thighs shaking as he grips the edge of the table for dear life!

“Oh my godddd” Tae manages to just mouth the words as opposed to screaming them the way he desperately wants too. Tugging on his own scalp, trying to just do something to get himself busy!

“You fuckin love this....” It’s not even a question, more of a consensus!

Your eyes haven’t left his once, watching intently as you swirl your tongue around the straw before taking a sip. Moaning around it because well ya know, the drinks just that damn good apparently.

God his skin feels like it’s on fire, every stroke of your foot has him feeling like he’s coming undone!

He’s trying to focus, on his surroundings, this damn list everything but he can’t he just fucking can’t! Thankfully it’s you, and he trust you with everything he has, so his subconscious is somewhat at ease with all of this because he knows you got him!

“Yeah,fuck yeah you already know you can do anything to me” He states plainly, the most stable his voice has sounded in god knows when “Whatever you want” Gaze heavy through hooded lashes, looking straight at you with steady sinful eyes.

“Mmm, and always want it don’t you baby? Always...:”

He bites back a moan nodding, and then his phone rings, of course his phone fucking rings and it’s coming from the office because why the fuck not?!

“Answer” The command was simple, clearly no room for debate and hs eyes go wide,

“Baby” Complaining with a hint of a whine in his voice and when you don’t seem to give a damn....

“Yeah?”Jaw tight, nostrils flared as he picks up the phone. Adrenaline flies through his veins, pressure building in his gut as you relentlessly keep your pace intact! Pressing harder and deeper into all the right places until he’s coughing around Moans to try and cover it up!

Dropping his head slightly, propping it on his elbow as he squeezes the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “ Welp, That's where it would be so if you don’t see any were out, email me a list and I’ll make a Amazon-“

Taehyung’s chest heaves painfully tight, breathing becoming more erratic with every stroke and yes clearly there’s a strong voyeurism kink within this man! So as crazy as it may sound , the combination of the restaurant, and this phone call ?!

Yeah, he’s not gonna last!

Slouching down completely against the back of the booth, thighs spreading to full capacity. Fingers tangled in his Smokey locks holding his bangs out of his face. Eyes shut , jaw tight, neck slightly reclined, though to the naked eye he’d just appear to be on a very unpleasant phone call! When in all actually he’s finally just letting himself fall apart beneath your touch!

Eyes fluttering open just enough to glance down at you in a way that had you feeling like you could come right with him. Your gaze is Just as heavy as his, lips darting out to wet your lips though your throats suddenly what’s running dry!

Tae’s lips part slightly, though he’s falling apart he’s giving it right back to you. Hitting you with those sinfully needy fuck me eyes! The same ones you see when your riding and edging him until he’s coming tenfold! His breathing comes stagnate every time your foot moves and Tae finds himself gnawing down on his bottom lip to stifle the moans sliding up his chest! You can tell who's on the other end now, it’s the new secretary Alanna, and she legitimately is still getting her footing! Which is the only reason Tae is even entertaining the call, well one of the reasons!

You notice Tae’s breathing is starting to even out a little almost as if he’s gained some of his self control back and we don’t support that in this household.  So you proceed to dig your foot right into the head of his cock and he straight wheezes! Body jerking off the wall and all ...

“No, I’m, fuck-“ There’s a moan that finally falls freely off his tongue that only barley seems acceptable because he in fact just choked! Voice coming out what feels like a octave lower and huskier , poor Alanna! “Yeah i'm good sorry , food just went down the wrong pipe.” He can barely think straight but he knows he needs to close this up “Hey look will be back within the hour and will sort it out then alright?”

I don’t even think he even waited for her to respond before hanging up and literally throwing his phone across the table! Gucci case and all.

“Everything okay? ?” Voice low and teasing, he knows you're technically asking about the office but your timing sucks ass!

“Fuck you” Falls off his lips in a barley audible moan, so consumed as his orgasm builds in the pit of his stomach! Eyes still struggling to stay open mouth, mouth falling slack, if your were in your right mind you’d tell him to pull it together alittle! Now that he’s off the phone, he either looks like he’s getting a foot job, or like he’s high on meth! Neither are appealing to the GP! God, he must look utterly ridiculous right now, thankfully he’s shifted against the booth so he’s facing a wall as opposed to other guest!

“Mm, my pretty baby’s close yeah?” Watching how heavily his throat bobs as he swallows, Tae’s leaking precum all over the damn place, so, close hips gently rocking into your foot as discreetly as possible, growing more desperate by the second. Fuck he needs to come, he needs to!

“Yeah baby please don’t- fuck” God he sounds so good, so needy and pliant and fuck!  

“I got you...” At that you actually kick your shoe off, moving back to press down even harder, rubbing and rubbing forcing Tae to attempt to grab his drink in attempts to muzzle himself. However his hands are shaking too hard and  he almost knocks it over!

“God baby I’m-“

“Be a good boy for me”

And he is, coming with a shuddering breath, under the steady pressure of your foot as his release tears through his veins. Dropping his to the table as subtly as possible(Hell maybe people will think he’s tipsy or not feeling well), thighs shaking, chest heaving painfully hard. He’s not completely silently but he does a lot better than expected, a low groan manages to slip past his lips.

“Good boy” The praise rolls off your tongue and goes straight to his dick, as if he needed anymore stimulation there. Another faint whimper falls off his lips until he’s drooling all over the table. Not even realizing initially, that his hips were still grinding into you until he’s hissing from oversensitivity! The force of his orgasm has Taehyung drawing straight blanks, hearing nothing but white nose rustling in the background!

Also, I don’t know what that says about Tae as a person but he’s not even remotely humiliated! The only thing that he’s about to regret once his mind's less foggy is how absolutely drenched his YSL leather pants are!

So busy trying to get his breathing back in check as he comes down from his high, he completely missed the way you’d signaled to the server. Calmly asking for her  to add 8 more slices of cake to go, and bring the bill over!

His face is flushed, his pants feel gross as hell but above everything else he feels so damn good! Reaching down to still your foot, gently massaging the top as his eyes finally flutter open! Vision still a little hazy as he looks back at you with a dazed smile, and your gazing back at him with so much fondness that the first thing that slurs off his lips in a whisper is....

“I fuckin love you!”

Flashing him a wink in return as you make eye contact with your servers whose letting you know she’ll be over in a moment. Keeping your foot stationary for a moment, enjoying the well deserved foot massage. Occasionally flexing your toes to “accidentally brush against his dick. Giggling around your drink every time he'd hiss and jerk away!

This entire lunch situation was a damn mess, and high key reckless but, the blissed out smile written all over his face is more than worth it. Where just ugh...not gonna tell the boys about this!

“Love you too Tae”

~~~~~~~~~

Everything from that moment on kind of feels like a blur honestly, up until the two of you sliding into your car and before you can even get yourself settled he’s on you! Yanking you out of your seat and into his lap before you can even put your seatbelt on which obviously is not ideal this is a sports car after all but you don’t dare complain! Taehyung’s far from shy with his wants, griping the back of your neck, sliding his fingers through your hair as he presses your lips together! He doesn’t try to ease you into it either It’s hard, hungry, desperate and overtly needy! Forcing both of you to huff out a staggered breath through your nose to even keep up! You breathe him in, and he breathes you out, it’s all open mouthed, and heady, an obscene amount of moans rolling off your tongues. Reclining your jaw, giving him free reign to explore your mouth. Tongue rolling against your slick and languid with years of finesse between the two of you. No matter how hard he’s kissing you it still doesn’t feel rushed, its deep, borderline sensual actually!

Tae pulls back just enough to nip at your bottom lip, dragging his across your jaw and down the side of your neck! Licking sucking and biting, along your skin, moaning at the way you arch and grind your hips into every touch! The two of you carry on like that until there’s suddenly something thumbing in the back of your throat!

“Hey..” There's a slight sternness within your voice that has him instantly trying to snap out of his postcoital haze. Stroking the hinge of his jaw “You know, how much I love you right? And if, we need to all sit down a re-”

Cutting you off with the smooth glide of his lips pulling you into a kiss that’s a slower, less needy, there’s no ulterior motive, Tae just wants to feel you “Nah, I don't wanna change anything sometimes- I just want-”

“I know...” Because you do, pressing your forehead to his, not even kissing just letting your breaths melt as one. Massaging his scalp gently, he already looks like he’s a second away from passing out! Pondering if maybe the two of you should switch places...

“Promise you’ll let me take care of you later” Tae nuzzles against the side of your face like a puppy wanting his ears scratched! Believe it or not he wasn’t always such a selfless lover, not until he found you guys! Now it’s almost like his orgasms feel incomplete if he’s the only one coming once it’s all said and done!

“You can do whatever you want to me Tae, you know this.” Placing a couple lingering kisses on those pouty lips of his before hesitantly shuffling into the passengers seat. Transfixed on the way he slips back into his lane, fixing his hair, pulling out his oversized cat eye frames to rest on the bridge of his nose. One hand on the wheel the other finding there home on your thigh. Noting the slight discomfort as he shifts in his seat, no doubt due to the fact that well, he just came in his pants.

“How about..” Leaning over to place a open mouth kiss right beneath is ear, digging your nails into his thigh until he moans.  “ I clean you up a little on the drive, and we pit stop at mine, and we drop you off first so you can shower and chill. Then me and Joon will come back and crawl into bed with you after were done for the day..”

“Am I being given the rest of the day off Mrs. Kim?” You can already hear the smirk in his voice without even looking...

“Yes Mr. Kim that would be correct....” Already working the zipper before he can even respond because you already know how this is about to pan out...

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Hi my babies, first off IDK where this came from, I also wouldn’t consider it my best, but it was the first thing I’ve written in like 6 months which felt good. This was supposed to be up back in December I had a couple holiday prompts for the series that I never got around to completing ! But If you enjoyed show this some love and come talk to me!

Love always,

Rocki

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excerpt from acogs: agathon

been a while since yall have seen acogs content, hm? this has to be one of my favorite pieces of it, certainly one of my favorite backstory pieces. i'm so endlessly proud of this part and i just. ahhhh. please enjoy nikolai's innocent childhood bisexual love <3

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When Nikolai was ten, he met a boy.

He had brown skin and golden eyes, and the wonder in them could’ve only been matched by Nikolai’s own. His hair never seemed to lie smooth, no matter how much he pushed it down, contrary to Nikolai’s, which always stuck flat to his head and forced his tickly bangs into his eyes. It still does.

He carried the sun around with him, captured pieces of it in his eyes, infused its warmth into everything he touched. Nikolai heard the sun in his laugh, saw it reflected in his smile. In his confused, cagey, ten year old heart, he understood he was around something special.

Agathon, that was his name. Agathon. So smoothly it rolled off the tongue.

He and his family, all seven of them, arrived in Nikolai’s town with their canvas covered wagon, their camels—this was when Windcarpets were less trusted than they are now—and right into Nikolai’s heart. They came from a remote village on the Urkon-Cairic border, a family who made their living from weaving rugs and clothes.

Nikolai was interested in them the day he saw them, but he always thought they paled in comparison to Agathon. His parents were kind to Nikolai, always offered him honey cakes and tea when he visited, and Agathon’s siblings shared their toys. Agathon’s eldest sister taught him to play the lute.

But Agathon…oh, Agathon.

Agathon took to Nikolai immediately. His first words to him were, “You have spots on your face!” which Nikolai later understood to be the light smattering of freckles that appear across his nose in the summertime, put there by the sun.

He and Agathon spent their days talking about everything and nothing, as ten year olds did, racing each other through the long grass to the west of their desert town. Where the Pelia ended on the north side, at the edge of the village, they would drink and dip their feet and shriek when the water was too cold.

In the winter, on the rare days when the cold rains came and they all had to go inside, Nikolai would beg his mother to let him stay at Agathon’s house until she gave in. The two of them slept side by side under layers of fur that only got used once a year, for occasions like this.

Agathon’s father would read them stories by the fire. Nikolai’s house didn’t have a fireplace, and he was always fascinated by this one. Those were the soundest nights of sleep he ever had, his head nearly buried under fur with Agathon’s hair in his face, his father’s soft voice lulling him to sleep. Nikolai took to calling him Father for a while.

Nikolai rapidly felt himself falling into something he was too young to know. All he understood was that his chest seemed to be expanding every day, a little more, filled with a little more sunlight and warmth every time Agathon laughed at one of his jokes.

Nikolai didn’t ever want to say goodbye to him at the end of the day, he wanted to stay for dinner and stay in Agathon’s room, sleeping on the floor by the fireplace if it was too hot for the furs. They would stay up all night talking and waiting restlessly for morning to come, where they could wander farther than their parents knew and would’ve never let them go had they known.

His mother never invited Agathon to their house, but that was okay. Nikolai didn’t want her sourness, her constant scolding bringing darkness to the light in his chest. One touch of Agathon’s hand and he swore he could fly into the very sun that beat down on them every day.

Nikolai once pressed his lips to Agathon’s cheek on impulse, no self-restraint so young, and he remembers the swoop in his stomach before Agathon turned his head and smiled at him with all the warmth in the world. Nikolai didn’t know what it meant, but he knew enough to sigh in relief and accept it when Agathon grabbed his hand. They ran through the grass field together that day, instead of a race.

And then, like most things in his life, his mother ruined everything.

That’s not something he realized until he was much older and she was dead. Hell, even recently, thanks to Katya, he’s been examining her ghost differently. Agathon was the first in many, many incidents she stripped away his privacy, his privileges, down to the way he thought about himself and his desires. Everything became about pleasing her just enough to keep her off his back.

Nikolai had been working up the nerve to tell Agathon how he felt for a few months, because even then he knew that sort of thing wasn’t always met kindly, when his mother broke the news. They were moving, going north to the capital city Thiria, leaving the town he’d lived in his whole life. Agathon wasn’t coming with them.

It would take a year, his mother said, but she would establish herself and her ideas enough to get her son elected by the community as queen. Nikolai had never had a day of sword training in his life, he couldn’t be a king, a fighter, but he had a silver tongue. He would be a queen.

The clever system of choosing queens and kings in every Actium country puts a pressure on the person to be worthy of the throne. If they are both a good diplomat and a good fighter, they choose whichever label they like best. If they are neither, they should not be on the throne. How simple.

After he’d be elected, his mother would buy herself all the fine clothes and indulge in all the food and get all the attention she’d lacked in her lonely life. Nikolai was merely an instrument. Which is exactly what happened.

It’s an accident that as he grew up in the throne, he started to care about Urkon and the people who brought their problems to him every day. When he learned about the ticking time bomb in his front yard, the one that wouldn’t ever explode but always had a small chance, he breathed through it and went on.

He grinned and bore the knowledge, at eleven, twelve, thirteen, that Urkon was so much more than his little western village and Agathon’s old home. He dealt with farmers who needed a land dispute settled, ambassadors from the west and east and north, he had servants waiting on him, silk and velvet, stuffy city air.

He goggled at just how much his mother didn’t care, but how much effort she put into pretending.

He has risen from nothing, as they all do, to luxury and power, bringing with him an unconscious air of the inexplicable magic that stems from the Staarenclock. From the cerulean diadem that drips from his hair while he sprawls on his throne, to the shining black paint on his fingernails, to the jewelry that rests on his neck, he attracts, he seduces, disappoints.

He’s never tried, and until he was queen, he never noticed. When he did, it became a tool to sate his momentary desires, a temporary fix for his long term ache, a way of fooling people. No one believes a pretty queen is capable of anything.

Good.

Nikolai doesn’t remember much from after his mother’s bombshell announcement, which is partly good. It’s a lot of gaps in numbness and anger he can never get back, and she’s not around to fill in the details. He remembers holding back tears so many times with Agathon, not wanting to ruin their last precious weeks together.

Nikolai went kicking and screaming. He doesn’t want to know how he looked to the villagers, to Agathon’s family. He remembers the tears running down Agathon’s face, the gold fading at long last from his sunshine eyes. Nikolai’s mother was dragging him away, he was no longer close enough to touch him and shudder through the warmth seeping into his skin. Just the knowledge that he no longer could made him ache for it all the more.

Agathon was screaming for him, too. The pair of them must’ve been the most dramatic thing the townsfolk had ever seen, acting like they were dying. Nikolai remembers the agony on Agathon’s mother’s face, the effort it was taking her to hold her son back from running to Nikolai again. He broke free anyway, sprinting toward Nikolai and tripping over himself.

They were locked in each other’s arms for one last time, ugly crying into each other’s shoulders. “I love you,” Nikolai said, as he had seen Agathon’s parents tell each other while they cooked side by side, laughed, shoved each other playfully when bickering. He knew it meant something. He knew it meant everything.

His mother picked him up and carried him on her shoulder the rest of the way, but he watched Agathon mouth it back.

He only had a year with Agathon, but being ripped away from him was like reaching into his chest and pulling out an artery. He had never known pain like that. He told his mother over and over that first year when she was working her way up in Thiria that his heart wouldn’t stop hurting, he missed home, he wanted to go back.

Of course, he didn’t miss the town that much. Thiria was intimidating, but there was so much to do, always something to occupy him. The one thing he missed more than anything in the world was Agathon and his sunshine smile.

As a child, his feelings were so much rawer. He didn’t bother repressing them because he didn’t know how yet, and his mother wasn’t deep enough yet in her madness to teach him to.

Two years later, when he was queen with his mother the real queen behind him, while he tried and failed every day to buck off her hold, he met Saige.

He had forgotten and moved on from Agathon somewhat, of course. He learned from both his mother and practicality that he couldn’t spend all day crying in bed and begging to go back, threatening to steal a camel or a Windcarpet when he got truly desperate. Agathon wasn’t in his head every moment of every day, but he took one look at Saige and it all came back.

The day he met her, he had heard nothing about her but the king who had been put through hell and needed no one but her war of vengeance, and she heard nothing about him but the queen whose mother always seemed to be there.

The day he met Saige, he got his mother to leave them alone for a while. Looking into her brown eyes, her little smirk, her friendly smile, a little piece of his chest ached, but in a different way than it did for Agathon. Hers was the ache after a dislocated joint snapped back into place. Hers was the stretch in the morning, an ebbing headache, the ache of waiting for a healing wound to finally close over. Something that punched the breath out of you, but in a way that was right. Like it was supposed to happen.

The day he met her, he heard Agathon’s parents in her voice, bickering, shoving each other, watched her move and saw them bumping hips as they did the dishes together. He saw Agathon mouthing his final words to him when she spoke.

He’s never told her this, but Saige healed him. It only got better after that day. After stumbling, falling, she guided his feet and helped him find his footing. She did not replace Agathon, because that would be a disservice to both of them. Nikolai found space easily in his heart for her. It was as though she had just been waiting to move in to the space he had prepared for years.

He loves her. He would burn down the world for her, as he hopes she would do for him.

He doesn’t tell Kayani that, however. He skims over the depth of his feelings for Saige—he’s at peace with them, he has nothing to be ashamed of, and he’s pretty sure she knows, but it’s for them. Not Kayani, not anyone else. Not that.

When Nikolai’s done, Kayani is still watching with rapt attention, a bit of shock. He looks up at the moon and inhales. He didn’t realize he’d been rambling so long. Saige is still asleep, thankfully.

“Did you ever try to find him again?” Kayani asks.

“No. It was never the right time, even after her death.” He thinks of it, now. Trying. But the thought makes his chest ache, so he puts it away.

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Déjà Vu

pairing — bad boy! stoner! Wooyoung x reader (fem)

genre — smut

word count — 3.2k

warnings — mentions of alcohol, smoking, usage of marijuana, shotgunning, lots of making-out, corruption kink, explicit unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), couch sex, clit play, creampie, praise kink, spanking (not really).

synopsis — an empty rooftop, a half smoked stick of high quality grass and the boy who’s made you see the world from a different perspective, will always make you feel more like at home, than your own apartment will.  

✦ a big thank you to @okayjoonie and @starrychannies for letting me write the bad boy! Wooyoung they were talking about.

Wooyoung always thought the moonlight was the reason why he found people so ravishing at night. Their faces shimmered under it, the hue taking turns from a pale golden to a darker one and, at times, a blueish he couldn’t quite explain, yet it was so pretty.

The moon was his first favorite thing, his second being the stars. The mystery they hold, all the secrets they’re hiding…he wishes to know all of them, but he can’t. The closest he can do to finding these secrets is stargazing. Maybe he’s naïve enough to think that through this, the stars will show him everything they know, but they won’t and even if he’s aware of it, he lets himself drown in their mystique. 

“do you see these stars?” Wooyoung broke the silence on the mid lit rooftop, pointing to the star-filled sky.

“which ones?”

“the ones forming a W, there”, he guided your gaze with his finger, leaning to your side of the couch as he did, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his arm brushed yours softly.  

“oh yeah”

“that’s the Cassiopeia constellation…it’s the most recognizable one in the night sky”

“really?”

“yeah”

“it’s pretty”

He didn’t answer, instead a chuckle danced with the soft breeze until it fainted away and the comfortable silence from before came back. The lights of the city illuminate the high rooftop enough to see sufficiently your surroundings, which aren’t many or too interesting to be very honest. A corn yellow couch so old that the stuffing emerges from the slashes of the fabric and a small brownish table that’s only useful for resting your legs, bottles of beer and a white ashtray, decorate the emptiness. If you think about it, it’s funny. It’s funny how you feel more like you’re at home on a rooftop with two old furniture instead of your own apartment. 

“we’re way too small, aren’t we?”, Wooyoung breathed out, “we’re so insignificant to this world”.

At that, you looked at him. You’ll never understand how his mind works, no matter how hard you try but, maybe, this is the reason you fell for him in the first place. It’s the way his eyes glimmer under the stars and the way his mind runs with two hundred miles an hour on situations it doesn’t have to. You inhaled sharply, not really thinking your answer for too long. 

“who cares about being insignificant to the world when you can be significant to that one person?”, you looked at the sky again but felt his gaze falling on you. 

You don’t know if it’s too early to be looking for that one person, but you do know that Wooyoung is the closest you’ll ever be to that. Even if you had to put up with every single one of his flaws, you’d do it and you’d do it for forever and a day. Maybe this rooftop feels like home because he is there to make it feel like home. 

He didn’t answer this time either, instead his hand moved to the pocket of the tight black jeans he is wearing, only to pull out a small clear bag that consists of what seems like oregano, though you know it isn’t. “Let’s get high to that”, he cheered raising the ziplock bag to the sky.

It isn’t a surprise Wooyoung has weed with him, he has all the needed contacts to procure it. Weed was always his getaway from reality and its bullshit, and you can’t blame him for wanting to get away from it. Though every time he’s come over, you’ve only tried it once because being a coward is your number one personality trait and you’re not afraid to admit it.

He sealed up the rolled stick so easily, it sent a weird tingling feeling in the pit of your stomach. You can’t lie, it’s hot. He is hot, and everything that has to do with him gets you stunned. He ran his fingers through the black locks, pushing the hair back before bringing the stick up and as he put it between his lips, he took a glance of your face. “you won’t let me get high alone tonight”, he chuckled “will you?”, and the way he spoke through greeted teeth made your knees push together for the slightest bit of friction.

“getting high is all I need right now”

“good girl”, the flame of his cheap BIC lighter sparked as he moved it close to the stick. The orange color of the artificial fire lit his face, making you notice for the first time of the night the thick silver chain around his neck and when the edge of the stick turned black, the flame went out and so did your view of his exposed neck.

He took a long drag, letting his head fall on the couch as his Adam’s apple bounced up and down in euphoria. “fuck mee”, he laughed, the drug hitting him instantly, and the smoke left his lips with a single frown of them. Your gaze followed the smoke that travelled in all directions till it disappeared and before you could notice he had tilted his head to your side of the couch, a smirk still painted on his features as he extended his arm towards you “take a small hit at first”.  

You did as he said, feeling your head instantly lighter after the short puff. This feels better than the last time you tried it. A second, longer hit made Wooyoung bite his bottom lip to prevent the comment that threatened to leave him and as you handed it back to him, you shifted on your seat to be face to face with him. 

He took a couple more puffs before pressing the stick to your lips and back on his again, with his eyes always on yours. The smoke added to the effect of the green plant being inhaled and, suddenly, the baby hair that are stuck on your forehead felt way too bothersome. With droopy eyes, you clipped them up with your Hello Kitty hairclips that were hanging off your skirt and Wooyoung didn’t miss a single part of your small movements. 

“have you tried shotgunning before?” 

It’s like he’s always the one to break the void and as you looked at him, you realized he must be as high as you. He’s been taking much longer drags than you but you’re new to this, so the effect came faster. 

“what’s that?”, you laughed resting your elbow on the sofa as your head dropped to your palm.

“you know, blowing smoke in each other’s mouth”

“that sounds interesting”

“d’you wanna try it?”, his tongue wetted his bottom lip and you can swear to any God he looked hotter than ever. 

He’s been letting his hair grow lately and the waves that now fall on his face make him look more of a masterpiece than he already is. Tonight, he had no reason to wear a sleeveless shirt or that damn silver chain that you so wanna grab to bring him close enough to taste the smoke and cheap beer from his lips, even though yours taste the same. 

“very much”

“I’m glad”, he took a long drag of the increasingly smaller stick before resting it on the ashtray, and with a careful move he was back on the couch. Wooyoung was way too high to be moving fast, so taking his time to come closer was probably the best option he had right now. Though you don’t mind, not that you can at this point, but when he grabbed your cheeks with one hand, making your mouth fall open, a choked sound escaped you. His body was dangerously close to yours, almost towering over you with one leg kneeling on the sofa and the other keeping him up by pushing on the floor. He was staring in your eyes the whole time and your heart started beating faster the closer he got to your lips, until he stopped…inches away from your open agape lips. Your breath was shaky, both from the new situation you’ve put your body into through smoking that stick and from how close Wooyoung was to you. Exactly how close you’ve always wanted him to be. 

He blew the smoke right into your mouth slowly, and with full concertation you tried to inhale it equally as slow. Choking was the last thing you wanted right now and it took you by surprise when most of it was into your mouth. Wooyoung didn’t let go of your cheeks, watching closely as the smoke now left your pink lips and vanished into thin air as you blew it. “I’ve been dying to blow smoke into your pretty mouth” His eyes flickered between yours and your heart almost beat out of your chest until the one thought that had been flooding his mind turned into action and his lips crashed on yours. The remainings of the smoke got trapped between your mouths, and it all felt like an illusion. His lips were softer than you’d expected, almost feeling like a warm hug from your favourite person, and for a moment it felt like all the weight left your body and you were nothing but floating. His eyebrows furrowed at the way he invaded your mouth with his tongue and both his hands held your face.

You gripped his shirt, leaving no room for withdrawals as a ragged sigh filled his mouth. The cheap beer on his lips tasted better than when you drank it from the can and as high as you might be, the longing to keep him this close forever stayed in you like an aura. He kissed you messily yet slowly and when he groaned against you, your legs went numb. You’re sure saliva is dripping down your chin, but you want more. More of him. 

You were too lost in the world you had created until a sudden chuckle made Wooyoung break the kiss. Your head fell backwards, laughing at what seemed nothing and he found it hilarious. 

“why does all of this feel so familiar?”, you couldn’t stop the giggles as his laugh got mixed with yours on the empty rooftop. Your hands were still tugging on his shirt until one of them travelled up to take the thick chain between your fingers.

“fuckin’ déjà vu”, he rolled his eyes dramatically.

“did we use to get high together in our past lives too?”

“I wouldn’t complain if we did”

You brought your head up, still laughing at the way you felt due to that damn green magic, and Wooyoung dropped down to your level as you kept pulling him by the chain. His face was inches away from yours again and with a hesitant thumb you brushed the mole on his lip softly “teach me how to roll one of these things”, you whispered against his lips. 

“sit on my lap and I will”, he bit your bottom lip and drew back slouching on the couch with a smirk painted on his lips. His head fell back, resting on the old fabric. The mere whisper he talked with, made the blood run faster to your brain, if that’s even possible, and the droopy eyes left you needing more. You never believed such confidence would emanate from within you, let alone the vigor to straddle his lap the way you just did. The box-pleated skirt you’ve been wearing all day, reached your thighs as you rested your knees on each side of his body, and Wooyoung found your legs fast.

“shit babygirl, that was fast”

His hands caressed the exposed flesh like it was made from glass, afraid it would break anytime, and you shivered. You’re more sensitive now, even the light coming from the city roads seems stronger than it really is. His eyes fell on your lips “fuck that”, and in an instant he was kissing you again, needier this time. His tongue licked your lip and you moaned but gave into him and every sensation he offered you, instantly.

You raised your hips subconsciously, only to realize what you’re doing when your heated core got dragged along the little tent that’s formed on his crotch. Wooyoung groaned and threw his head back at the pressure, hair all over his face and lips pinkish from the cherry lipstick you’ve been wearing. Your hazy mind only showed you that now you need him more, more than every other time, more than every other night and his hands holding on your thighs for dear life, only told you the same. He pressed you down on him harder making you hiss at the intense friction. Your panties are the only thing separating your throbbing clit from the perfect contact and you need them gone as soon as possible.

“d’you know what’d be more fun?”, his eyes are closed, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down at the ecstatic images in his mind that make his cock twitch.

“what?”

“ride me”

Your head throbbed and everything went silent for a second. Wooyoung raised your body only to drag the inconvenient pants and -way too tight for his length- underwear till his knees and his cock sprung up with the tip already drenched in precum. Your mouth watered at the sight of it but, right now, you needed him inside your cunt more than you needed him inside your mouth. Your moves reflected how messily your head was spinning as you rested your arms on his shoulders and when his hand cupped your clothed core, you flinched, letting an expression that Wooyoung instantly loved paint your features. 

“fuck I need you”

He grasped your sides making you fall against him and with voice smaller than ever, your only coherent thought found its way out of your mouth “Wooyoung please”

He slid the cotton underwear to the side, and you know that if he had full view of it he wouldn’t hesitate to comment on the little yellow bow that decorated it. With slow movements he pumped his length a couple of times before aligning himself to your entrance and, no matter how bad you needed him, your body moved equally as slow till his tip brushed your clit, and you gasped. 

It was when half of him, or maybe a little more, was already inside you when a cry left your lips. Wooyoung groaned at how narrow you were and the stretch made your already throbbing head, feel like it’ll soon explode. Although everything was a little blurry, you were one hundred percent aware of the situation you were in and you were loving it.

You lowered yourself until all of him was buried to the hilt and you stayed there for a bit before moving your head from his shoulder. His eyes were heavy on yours and his lip between his teeth in the neediest way possible. Everything felt like a dream until his voice rung in your ears “move baby”.

You rolled your hips lazily and Wooyoung cursed under his breath. Constant whines left you, so small they could barely be heard, as the sensitivity made you feel everything more intensely. The slow pace got him needier but he loved it.

His arms lowered reaching your ass and a loud moan echoed when a slap landed on it “shh”, he caressed the spot to ease the pain, but you only moaned louder. 

“do you like that?”

“mm”

A second slap echoed and your eyes fluttered shut as you clenched, but Wooyoung felt a burning run all the way from his cock to his head making him moan lowly. 

“so tight”

The city’s sounds drink your mixed moans out and you’re glad the apartment under the rooftop is yours or else you’d be in huge trouble. Wooyoung raised his body to come closer and, hesitantly, you wrapped your arms around his neck. His breath was heavy against your neck but yours was so fast and, you weren’t sure but it felt like the grip on your ass tightened sensibly and you felt him deeper.

“Wooyoung-”

“what would the world say if everyone knew a good girl like you is on a rooftop fucking a helpless stoner?”

His voice must’ve dropped an octave. You’ve never heard it so deep before and it made the knot in your stomach grow tighter. But his question is what caught your attention the most. He considers you a good girl and you can’t blame him...he’s the one who’s helped you get out of your comfort zone a thousand times and he’s the one who’s made you see life from a different perspective. Your entire life has been rotating around certainty and safety and if it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be living any of this.

You held your breath to prevent a moan but Wooyoung was impatient.

“they’d say…fuck him harder…”

His hand creeped up your t-shirt cupping the clothed breast.

“…and don’t let go of him or else your life will turn black and white again—oh ffuck”

A cry filled the void when he brushed your g-spot and you pressed down on him a little harder. The tightening around his length made him hiss but tried to put the right words in order.

“are you the one talking or the drug?”

“it’s me- fffuck right there”

His lips found your neck and your head fell forwards resting on top of his as the euphoria got closer. His voice suddenly changed, getting higher as you kept clenching. You never thought he’d be vocal during sex, yet it drove you crazier by the second. 

“that’s it babygirl”

He pressed you harder on him and your hips rolled faster. He was close, that’s what the throbbing inside you said and only when the hand from your breast travelled to your clit, did you realize how close you were too. Your entire body trembled and louder cries of his name made him attack your lips like a prey. Your noses brushed each other’s and your moans, gradually, became one. 

His index finger circled the sensitive bud slowly but it was all it took to throw you off the edge. You clenched tightly and the grip on your ass stung as he kept moving you against his cock. You broke the kiss, staying right where you could feel his breath against your lips but you cried out like no one could hear.

“babyy-”

Your colours spilled around him and the tightening made him groan as he fucked it back into you.

“you’re s-so good”

He twitched and for a moment the feeling was too much until his hands made you stop from moving anymore. White ropes of cum painted your walls and his moans got high-pitched all the while incoherent curses left him. Your weight on his legs made the quivering less noticeable, but your effect was still there and just the thought that his walls broke down because of you, could get you higher than any drug. 

Wooyoung didn’t move his forehead from against yours, instead he let your breath fan his lips as your minds got a tad bit clearer. It took some minutes to catch your breaths, but when you did the void broke once again by him and, maybe, he’s already found that one person.

“you’re right...who cares about being insignificant to the world when I can be significant to you?”

[aarcanechaoss]

Runaway

Okay so I wrote something anyway love you guys :)

Meet Amaya Harlow noble and full time badass

“What do you think you are doing ungrateful child!” A slap echoed in the study. The man in question was Cristano Harlow, noble of the Clover Kingdom. “I keep you fed, I keep you clothed and you can’t do a simple thing for me? Your father!”

The man was in a rage, his fiery hair seemingly matching the flush on his cheeks as a second slap echoed.

“I’m sorry.” Amaya whispered through quiet anger.

“No you aren’t.” He spat before gripping at her hair. “You’ll keep your mouth shut, you will marry anyone I choose, better yet you’ll do anything I say. For example- if my business partner wants to see the merchandise you’ll let him see it…. Understood.”

“Yes sir.”

Grey eyes locked onto the wide fearful eyes of her younger brother- wondering if it would happen to him too. It wouldn’t. Cristano would never lay a hand on his son. His daughter however he slapped for simply answering a question in a way he didn’t like.

That was it. Amaya couldn’t handle it anymore she had to leave.

Once Cristano left Eren stepped towards his sister.

“Amaya?”

“I have to leave Eren.” She said softly. His stormy grey eyes locked with her silvery ones in confusion. “He won’t hurt you. He never has. I can’t live like this anymore.”

It hurt to hear his older sister sound so broken, weak, fragile. She was always boisterous and rowdy with him teaching him magic and sword play she even taught him archery considering that was the only thing their father would boast about her, his eldest child- her incredible archery skills. It was pathetic really that he didn’t see anything else worthy of being a Harlow.

“Where will you go?” He asked. He was only 13 while he understood her leaving he still wanted to know she’d be safe. Thirteen was when he had to start becoming a man his father told him. Amaya gently ruffled his auburn locks, the shade so much lighter than her bright scarlet ones.

“The magic knight entrance exams are soon. Maybe I can join a squad and keep out of fathers radar.” Eren’s eyes sparkled. The idea of his sister being a knight filled him with so much joy.

“Promise to write to me?”

“Always.”

It was only weeks later when she’d escaped and made her way to the capital. A silver locket pressed to her chest with her hand as she navigates through the busy streets towards the arena for the exam. The locket held a picture of Amaya and Eren, a good luck charm from the little wizard.

Next thing she knew she had a number and was waiting for the exam to begin. She pulled her cloak tighter against her for comfort. This might have been insane why did she think she could hide from the Harlow watchers like this? Becoming a magic knight… wouldn’t that put more eyes on her? No. She promised Eren.

The first test was basic, fly on a broom, she felt like a child standing so perfectly upon the old cleaning utensil high above the rest. She sniggered quietly watching people stagger and wobble beneath her.

Next was magic blasting? She had to blast magic at a wall. She wasn’t too sure about that considering blasts weren’t something she ever worked on. With a steady breath she allowed her grimoire to flutter, a new page being written, the royal blue covers seemed to glow happily at the new page making her smile. A small ball barely bigger than her palm appeared, a black spiral formed with what seemed like white sparkles. Her hand buzzed urging her to throw it. Without any beautiful movement she threw the orb hard at the wall tearing a hole clean through. She jumped a little in excitement before straightening herself out and walking towards the next test.

Moving targets. She held back her excitement. Technically there wasn’t anything against her using weapons as far as she was aware but she didn’t bring her bow but that didn’t mean she couldn’t make one out of magic…. Actually no she had something more fun up her sleeve. With a puff of her chest her grimoire came to life once more.

“Rain fall target lock.” With a tilt of her head a grey cloud seemed to form around her grimoire and with a crack rain water seemed to strike its mark with ease. She smiled again, pulling down her hood to hide the glee, that was always her favourite spell.

Time to create something with magic. Amaya’s nose scrunched she has no idea what to do that that task. She could bring over a small Thunder cloud, darken the arena, make it rain or make a shield or mist… that might be a good idea. With a quiet hum Amaya stepped forward hands seemingly just swaying through the air. The squad captains watched closely confused at the simple movement as the air began to still.

“Is she crazy or are we just not seeing what she is?” Jack asked, the captain of the green mantises. Amaya’s head snapped towards the captain making him furrow his brows- had she heard him?

“Excuse me?” Her voice carried towards one of the other examinees.

“Yes?”

“Sorry to bother you could you do me a favour and blast some magic at me. I can create mist shields and well it’s a bit hard to see as you can… well see.” Amaya shrugged. The other mage squinted at the slightly hazy orb just barely visible. They nod. Magic water swirling in their palms.

“Is she actually crazy what’s happening?” Jack asked again.

“She’s got balls is what.” Yami, the Black Bulls captain, laughed.

The mage’s magic swelled before blasting towards Amaya who stood perfectly still. The captains and those watching nearby held their breath only to see a spray of mist swell around her the water magic disappearing at a touch.

“It was a shield.” Amaya yelled out in conformation. Held breaths dissipated- okay she wasn’t crazy that’s good.

Next she needed to help a seed grow. She won’t lie that was very easy especially with magic that involves the rain. It bloomed into a beautiful blue rose, Amaya hummed happily as she held the rose up to be seen- Charlotte was more than impressed by this.

Finally. Amaya had been waiting for this a fight. A mage stood across from her, his magic seemingly water of some kind. Maybe snow she wasn’t sure. With a grin she took a step forward.

“Little missy thinks she’s tough just because she’s been doing so well so far.” He taunted. From the shade of her hood all he could see was the grin that split across her face. Taunting back she laughed lowly.

“Little man thinks he’s special with his pretty purple robes.” He flushed.

“Don’t mock me little girl.”

“Ouch that one hurt.” She snickered. Her tongue swiped across her teeth. “Are you going to fire first or just keep walking backwards?”

“You insolent child.” Within an instant her smile dropped and so did she beneath the shade of her grimoire which was left floating above her cloak. “Where did she go-“

“I’m right here.” She whispered into his ear. His eyes widened and head turned, she was behind him. But how? He wanted to yell. She had only seemed to have rain magic of some kind. “What did I scare you?” She laughed.

“No you lowly peasant. A mere slave like you could do no such thing. You vile rodent of a being.” He barked, trailing into insults many people chose to cover their ears for.

“People like you piss me off.” She spat before blasting him with her new found spell- though more subdued so as to not put a hole in him. He fell to the ground skidding away from his Grimoire. He looked up at her, long scarlet hair shadowing her face, silver grey eyes staring him down as he slowly lost consciousness. “Oops.”

With a yawn she waited her turn cloak now resting comfortably back on her shoulders. Her number should be soon she thinks. She’d heard before the exams began that two new squads had formed over the last few months, Black Bulls and Golden Dawn. Grey eyes scanned the Captains, she really hadn’t thought about who she’d like to join. Definitely not the Silver Eagle or the Grey Deer she wasn’t a fan of the Silva family and while she knows the Grey deer have a good reputation her father spoke of the captain highly so that’s a no. The Coral Peacock didn’t peak her interest and within the lack of feminine traits she has the one thing she got from her mum was at least a sense of fashion- so she wasn’t a fan of the colours sue her. Purple Orca’s also was a no her father was friends with their old captain. Blue Rose didn’t peak her interest, Charlotte was nice they’d met before but all girls meant she’d not be allowed to have fun- Uh yes because Char is a stickler for following rules. Yep. The Green Mantis just wasn’t up her ally she’d definitely butt heads with Jack knowing her personality when pissed off. Crimson Lions… the captain isn’t ugly… but again a stickler for rules and orders she might not get much freedom. The Black Bulls had Yami Sukehiro as its captain, many people in the nobles know of him as the foreigner that pisses off the Royals and such. She might get along with him if memory serves her right from the few times they met when she was sneaking out- doubtfully he’d remember that. Golden Dawn she new nothing about. She didn’t know the captain except that he was a noble and that he wore a mask at all times according to the crowds knowledge. She stared at him, drinking in his posture and movement. He was a kind man probably lenient if this is the first time he’s a captain.

She didn’t expect to see all hands but the fact that Nozel was the only ones who didn’t raise his hand made her smirk- so maybe he’d recognised her she couldn’t tell if that was good or bad.

“Golden Dawn.” She said before anyone else could.

“You’ll be the first person to-“

“”I said the squad I want to be in referee is that not what I was meant to say?” She asked. Her grey eyes stared up to look at her Captain who gave a genuinely kind smile.

“Well uh-“

“Welcome to The Golden Dawn you’ll be shown to your designated area by a guard.” William interjected. She nodded before walking off.

Yami whistled lowly to his friend.

“Can’t tell if you bagged an insane woman, an attractive woman or one that’ll fuck you over.” Yami joked.

“Now Yami don’t be crass.”

“Don’t deny her beauty I saw you watching her.”

“We all where.” William responded quickly.

“Sure sure.” Yami laughed.

William rolled his eyes, he could tell she’d make a great asset.

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Magpie Fae Boyfriend

PART 2 

Male monster x GN reader

One For Sorrow

If magpies think the same, and say,

‘Two humans bring good luck, not one’ –

How they must cheer us, love, together,

And tremble when I come alone!

Spring was avid and bright, but held the worst of memories: the times for what should’ve been for warmth and regrowth had left the soils always dry and lifeless, the foundations of what once was a home destroyed.

In their stages, you had seen your garden and life grow without you being a participant, rather so an observer – silently watching on pitifully in the seasons of forlorn and loneliness. 10 years, 10 years when you had been happy once, but the further the years continued, the more sorrowful you got.

Your garden was a sea of fern that surrounded you in a calm state of wistfulness, the sea-green trees swayed with you in your spot that you had taken underneath an apple tree, the seeds bitter but you always picked the sweetest ones in the summertime.

The grass was moved languidly as one and tickled the inside of your thighs teasingly, the book in your grip growing less of a diversion to you when your mind continued concentrating on with the wind dancing around you; unfocussed.

You listened: listened to how the wind whispered your name like how your mother had done so many years ago when your relationship hadn’t staled as you had grown, the bitterness had dissolved when you had moved out and your mother didn’t want much with you after the tragedy that took place in your family, leaving you all in fragments.

The wind tickled at the back of your neck, and you were folding the corner of the page you were reading, looking onwards at the ocean of green, aware that you weren’t alone no more.

There was a beat of wings above your head, the fluttering of those wings as they flapped once, then twice, before you looked up in time to see the little creature that had landed on a sturdy branch above your head, watching over you inquisitively with its little head tilting.

One for sorrow, two for joy. You reminisced to yourself over the poem of your childhood, placing your book down from your lap as you picked yourself up, looking to the magpie hanging quietly and calmly above you. Its large beady eyes blinked as they took you in, their black and white wings stretched momentarily before tucking away.

You smiled sourly to yourself, taking your eyes off of the bird for a moment to hear the chimes of your windchimes that fluttered sweetly in the air, the smile falling from your face when you knew of the presence not too far from you.

“Hello, angel.”

You exhaled out on the breath, turning to face the male of heavily gladded feathers of blacks, greys and whites, the glistening blues that reflected off the black feathers and shone like blue diamonds on a heavy necklace. His attire long and flowy with the long sleeves billowing like the feathers of his other form, the elegance of his human form was enough to get any young woman to swoon, but you wouldn’t be bested by his looks anymore. The features of his high cheekbones and pale skin, those enigmatic eyes that held the sun were always five steps ahead of others, even when you had known of him before.

You straightened your posture, keeping your composure to not scream at the man in front of you, his long ink-black hair with wildflowers and thorns twisted into a crown on his head didn’t move an inch when the breeze twirled past him, your face lacking any expression when you spoke. “Ailmer.”

Ailmer was the name he had given you the first time when you had been 14: back when you had been more naïve but still clever enough to know to not give your name to faes like himself - although you were certain his alias wasn’t his true name.

The dark-haired fae gave the smile when you regarded him bitterly, his long fingers came to nonchalantly pick at an apple from the nearest branch, his discoloured flesh darkening to his nails and in a blink of an eye, he was holding it in his palm as he inspected the pale-red fruit.

“It’s been a while since I saw you last.” He breathed in the air as if the recollection of the memories were still fresh and pleasant in his head. He hadn’t bitten into the apple either, but stood by the bark of the apple tree, watching you carefully.

“A month, if I recall.” You stated, watching how he drank you in like a poisoned drink in a silver chalice, enticing and mysterious. “I wouldn’t say it has been long.”

“No, I wouldn’t either,” his laugh was silvery, soft yet his laughter didn’t seem to meet his eyes at all. “I wonder whether or not you shall tell me your name though even after not seeing one another.”

You crossed your arms around your chest, the frown forming, knowing full well what it would entail, and how it ended for the last person you knew. “Not a chance, Ailmer.”

“Then, I shall continue calling you angel, for I cannot lie.” He smiled dutifully and politely, his teeth gleaming white against the paleness of his flesh, washing him out further.

You dryly laughed at his words, the endearing promises and compliments, how they wouldn’t work.

“You know I do not like that name.”

“Then if you were not an angel, what would you be?” He hummed.

“Maybe the devil.” You retorted.

His face calmed before a humourless laugh bubbled over his lips as he hummed once more in liking. “The devil is on your tongue, my dear. But you have more grace of an angel with wings of loveliness than of malice.”

Perhaps the devil would a more fitting form for this occasion. You thought, observing how the fae lifted and tossed the apple in his fingers back and forth with agility and lack of care. “Perhaps, if you wish to have your little nickname changed, you could give me your true name.” He purred, eyes lit up with interest.

You weren’t going to full for his plan, nor for how he lulled you into a bed of falsehood and deception through his pretty words and making you feel like he only had eyes for you.  

You exhaled out, your brow dripping from sweat as it trickled down your forehead, knowing that one name you could tell him would perhaps suffice him enough for him to stop asking. The name you wished you would never forget. “You can call me Addie.”

He had given you an inquisitive look, the broad smile that came over his pale skin made you panic, his eyes alarmingly bright. “You’re a smart little thing, aren’t you?” He leant into your bubble closely, his breath was warm and he smelt of sweet oranges and lavender in a summer’s field. “That was your sister’s name.”

Your stomach felt tight as if a sword had stabbed you and twisted maliciously, the fae’s face had darkened as if he had been pranked so cruelly. “You know, angel, it is not nice to lie to a fae.”

Your gaze faltered momentarily, but you wouldn’t let him win this time. “Do you regret anything? For what you did that day.”

“For what?”

“For stealing her… she was all I had left, even when my mother and I argued, she was there to dissolve it. You took her from me, and yet, you stand before me as if nothing had happened.” Your eyes screwed shut as the anger didn’t dispel, the tears threatening to fall. “Have you ever felt guilty for it?”

Ailmer stood before you in silence, never once to show you his true feelings, but you knew his neutral face and lack of any smile nor smirk had really gotten to the core of his being. “You still stand here, angel.”

“She would still be here though!” You spat to him, the tears spilling as if you were the weeping woman herself. “My mother hasn’t been able to look me in the eye since that day, and yet I stand here as her least favourite child.”

You couldn’t recall nor perhaps remember if there had been a time after Addie had gone missing that your mother had been kind to you. Not once, just judgemental eyes for the last ten years until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“She may have been your mother’s favourite,” persuaded Ailmer. “But I can confirm to you that even sweet Adelaide wasn’t fond of her, nor the life she lived.”

You wiped your tears away with the back of your sleeve, “What do you mean?”

“She dreamt of escaping, fleeing from the life she never wanted.” The fae explained carefully. “She never wanted to leave you though, I swear it by the moon and sun.”  

“If she didn’t want me to be on my own, did she want me to suffer?”

Ailmer gave what you could describe as being a sympathetic look, even though the dark lashes of his golden eyes, “She believed you wouldn’t want to live alone, thus, believing you would give me your name to be with her finally.”

The air grew cold around you, the clouds shading away and the sky grew dark. “You were more wilful than her - I found out very quickly - and thus, persuading you was almost unachievable.”

You laughed bitterly, “You would have property of me, practically keeping me as your slave. Why would I want that?”

Ailmer grew quiet as he watched you – quietly – crumple like a folded piece of paper as you used the bark of the tree to stable yourself. “I don’t want you here anymore.”

“You wish for me to leave?” That had been a question and Ailmer didn’t hold any spite to your request. “Just leave, Ailmer.” You murmured, holding yourself in your arms, turning away from him with your back facing.

“As you wish, angel. Until another day.”

There was a pregnant pause before the fluttering of the wings and a beat of them flying away later, the fae had disappeared before you and flew off, leaving you in your sprightly garden of misery once more.

[my-soul-sings]

His Prize

Fandom: Wannabe Challenge Characters: Yooha/Reader

A/N: Inspired by Yooha’s new If evermore! ;) 

***

The stadium erupted into rapturous cheering and clapping that resounded in your ears. People were on their feet, shouting the names of the members from the winning team, whistling and popping confetti to celebrate their victory. 

Amidst all the noise and action going on around you, it seemed you were the only one standing still, with your lips parted, arms by your side. 

All you could see was him; his handsome grin as he held up the shining golden champion trophy, the droplets of sweat running down his face, neck and arms, and his piercing silver eyes that were fixed on you. Only you.

“How about we make a bet? If I win the game later, you’ll go with me to prom.”

His words echoed in your mind and you swallowed, heart starting to hammer against your ribcage. Was this really going to happen? You, a nerd, going to prom with the most popular guy in school? 

Even though you were standing at the fifth row, not too far from where he was on the field, it felt like you were worlds apart. There he was, surrounded by his teammates tackling him with hugs and high-fives, while you stood here, dressed in a plain striped T-shirt and shorts, in a sea of people who were dressed to the nines, ready to party later and maybe make some moves on Yooha. You had heard that a few girls were planning to talk to him after the game, to see if he had a partner for prom.

A sweeping glance at the crowd made you see just how pretty all the girls here looked—why would he choose you?

He must have been joking when he said that. Yooha was just the kind of guy who said the most ridiculous things without thinking too much, who teased people with his silly jokes and offended the occasional person if he said something a bit insensitive. 

Or maybe he said that because you’d told him earlier that you would just be going to prom with your friends. So there. What he said wasn’t anything special, there was no deeper meaning to it. You could stop overthinking now.

Except it was hard to stop overthinking; you had been trying to stop for the past month, but to no avail. Every time he came close you would breathe in the cologne on his jacket, and your heart would flutter no matter how many deep breaths you too to calm down. 

Eventually it came to a point where you realised that the reason you got so nervous around him was because you had come to like him. The guy who liked to mess with you and laugh when you pouted at him, the guy who would hold your bag even if you insisted it was light enough, the guy who would wait for you to walk home together after school... 

And your mind would go places. Ponder over the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he might like you back. 

But then reality would pull your head down from the clouds, sending you sprawling across the dirt. The reminders were everywhere: when you looked at how close he was to the most popular girls in school, when you happened to overhear the compliments he gave them, and when you saw the look in their eyes:

It was the same way you looked at him. 

And for some reason you started to feel the need to hide your feelings, you started to think that your throbbing heart and your wandering daydreams of him were embarrassing. Something to be kept in the shadows, hidden from sight. 

He couldn’t ever find out. 

So when he casually asked you last week if you liked anyone, you had lied and said vaguely that you had a crush on someone other than him. It wasn’t the most convincing lie you had come up with, seeing as you couldn’t even look him properly in the eye when you said that, but he seemed to believe it. He had laughed it off and wished you good luck with a smile on his face. 

And that day, he had headed home without you. 

For the rest of the week it felt like he talked less to you, cracked fewer jokes and didn’t laugh as much. Made the occasional reference to your crush and probed for some description of him. And since you couldn’t make things up off the top of your head, you started describing him, although you changed a few details about the appearance of your “crush” to avoid being found out.

He seemed to believe everything—it made you wonder if you were better at lying than you thought you were. 

For a couple of days things sort of went back to normal. Until this afternoon, when he asked to meet you in between classes, on the rooftop. 

“So... you’re not going to prom with your crush?” 

His eyes looked unsure. Something very uncharacteristic for Yooha. 

“No,” you replied. “He... doesn’t attend this school.”

“Right... um in that case, how about... hmm...” The heavy words dragged across his tongue, hesitation making his voice softer, lacking the usual confidence he exuded. 

“Yooha?”

It was like saying his name was the magic word. 

His eyes darted towards yours, and he cleared his throat, resolve settling in his determined gaze and his clenched jaw. 

“Go to prom with me.”

At first his words didn’t register in your head. You thought you had heard wrong—maybe you were finally starting to hallucinate, or the wind had distorted his voice somehow. 

“Um... what?”

“Go to prom with me.” He uttered the same words, louder and clearer this time so you couldn’t chalk it up to coincidence, or a mistake with your hearing. 

Even though you had thought about this for a while—imagining going to prom with him, your hands in his, slow dancing in the night and swaying to the soft beats of the music—you couldn’t shake off the shock and disbelief.

All you could manage was a single word. 

“Why?” 

“I know you have a crush on someone else,” he said, scratching the back of his head and twisting his lips, “but... it’s not like he’s here anyway. So I was thinking... maybe we could go together.”

“Don’t you have other people to go with?” you asked, thinking back to what you’d heard from the girls in your class. “A lot of girls are waiting for you to ask them.”

At that, he frowned, and you bit down on your lip, wondering if you’d said something you shouldn’t have. 

"I’m not that interested in going with anyone else.” 

“Oh.” 

Your answer fell flat, but you didn’t really know how else to respond. Go to prom? With Yooha? What did that even mean? You didn’t want to get your hopes up. It was painful enough trying to deal with the overthinking. He might even find out that you liked him—everything would be revealed the moment he felt your heart racing as he held your hand in his. 

“You... don’t want to go with me?”

Your mind snapped back to reality then, and your attention returned to the man standing in front of you, searching your gaze for an answer. For a hint to what you were thinking so hard about. 

“It’s not that,” you blurted, shaking your head. “Not at all. I was just... thinking.”

“About?”

“Um...” Your mind chose the worst possible time to draw a complete blank. You couldn’t come up with a reasonable explanation for your lackluster response. Every fiber of your being was screaming at you to say ‘yes’, but so many other thoughts were running through your mind. You needed some space and time alone to think, which you didn’t have right now. 

“I... have to go soon,” his voice broke the silence, the light from his phone screen glowing on his features briefly before he locked it again and stuffed it into his pocket. “Gotta get ready for the game.”

Oh right, the game. You had almost forgotten.

“You’re coming to watch, right?” Yooha asked, a smile brightening his features. 

You mirrored it, nodding. “Of course I’ll be there.”

“In that case...” Something seemed to click in his mind. You knew what that playful smile and the mischief twinkling in his eyes meant. 

He had an idea. 

“How about we make a bet? If I win the game later, you’ll go with me to prom.”

It was a ridiculous bet, with no rhyme or reason to it. Yet at the same time, it was so him. 

“W-What?”

“It’s settled then! I gotta head off first, but I’ll see you later at the stadium!” Without giving you any time to respond, he fled the scene with a nonchalant wave of his hand as he went. 

The memory started to wash away and your mind returned to the stadium and its the raucous cheers that seemed to be louder than before.

It didn’t take long for you to find out why.

Yooha was standing on the base of the steps, his piercing gaze on you. People seemed to be staring, following his eyes to where you were standing, and everyone watched as he started to jog up the stairs, rapidly closing the distance between you two. 

“Hey.” 

He smelled of sweat, his hair was matted to his forehead. His uniform was also a uniform shade, completely soaked in his perspiration that was still spilling down his face, neck and arms. You could feel the heat radiating from his body when he stood in front of you, and his hot breaths fanned across your forehead.

Your pulse started to race. And soon you were sure that your cheeks were burning at the same temperature. You just hoped your face wasn’t glowing pink yet. 

“H-Hey,” you said back with a nervous smile. “Congrats on winning.”

“Thanks,” he grinned, and the wink that followed sent an arrow through your heart. For a moment you thought it had stopped beating entirely.

“So... remember the bet we made?” he asked, and you couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped you.

“You mean the bet you made?” You didn’t even get the chance to agree to it, he had simply run off after saying whatever he wanted. 

His laugh had no trace of remorse in it. “Same thing,” he grinned. “I know I’m not as great as your crush. Still, would you go to prom with me, smarty?”

Cheers and whistles erupted from all around you. There were probably some hot glares coming your way too, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his. Nor could you tame the butterflies in your stomach at the sound of the nickname he liked to tease you with. It sounded much more tender and affectionate than how he usually said it.  

Maybe that was what gave you the sudden boost of confidence. It was the push you needed to realise that maybe... maybe it would be okay to say this now. 

“Yooha... you aren’t as good as my crush.” 

There were gasps, some of the people who were cheering went awkwardly silent. And you saw the smile on his face falter. 

“You are my crush.”

It took a second, and maybe one more, before his eyes widened, and his lips parted. In that moment you felt more vulnerable than you had ever been—with all eyes on the two of you, your confession lingering in the silence between you two. One second stretched into minutes, hours... it felt like an eternity as you waited for his response. 

Sudden fear pricked at you. What if you had been wrong? What if you had just set yourself up for embarrassment in front of everyone? Gosh, why didn’t you just say this when it was just the two of you? Or better yet, not say anything at all and simply agree to go to prom with him? 

A hand on your cheek made you snap out of your thoughts, and then you found him staring at you with the happiest smile you’d ever seen on him. The tips of his ears were red as he leaned in closer, nose almost touching yours. 

"Then, I guess it’s okay for me to do this, right?” 

His eyes slipped close, and then he sealed the distance between your lips.

The sound of cheers exploded all around you, but they seemed muffled compared to the sound of your beating heart. Your eyes slipped close too, leaning into his kiss. It was soft, gentle... you felt his hand move to the nape of your neck so he could deepen the kiss, and his other hand came to rest on your waist, pulling you closer to him. You didn’t mind that he was sticky and soaked with sweat, all your mind could focus on was his lips moving in sync with yours and how it was turning your insides to mush and making your knees weak.

As you rested your hands on his chest for support, you felt it. Even through his uniform, it was there: his racing pulse beneath your fingers, against your palm. 

The kiss didn’t last long, seeing as he couldn’t contain his smile. Your own lips spread into a smile too, and he pulled away, pumping his fist into the air.

“SHE SAID YES! WE’RE GOING TO PROM!” 

He yelled it like it was the greatest news ever, and even though you wanted to punch him in the head for being so embarrassing, you couldn’t help but laugh along with him as he snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you to his side. It was like you were the true prize he had won from the game.

And when he looked at you with that dazzling, heart-stopping smile, you couldn’t stop yourself from pressing a kiss to his cheek, for all to see.

You had won, and now he was yours too. 

[daaziscoolbesties]

putting lovejoy lyrics through google translate

i will be starting in english and then going through spanish, norwegian, swedish, french, italian, latin, and then back to english, in that order

Taunt

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One Day

the stop What do you have cats kill me? Why have they bring you? And again, and again, you will play and empathy, I do not know why Some are set on fire, a candle in a vacuum, P. A raised toilet seat and It closes like a deer in the headlights Once you know you will not be there; And sometimes we will focus on the future If they manage it, my child, I was not so inconsistent with one another of life? Once you know you will not be there; And sometimes we will focus on the future If they manage it, my child, I was not so inconsistent with one another of life? He said, "Let's talk about what you want to do." For all the things I want to do this in the time to go to the back of the In the two or three Sunday Two of them find a lifetime to meet you I was the last time But I'm not afraid of empty seats I, even I, do not be afraid; with new tongues they used certain perfumes The honey is alarming to me Once you know you will not be there; And sometimes we will focus on the future If they manage it, my child, I was not so inconsistent with one another of life? Once you know you will not be there; And sometimes we will focus on the future If they manage it, my child, I was not so inconsistent with one another of life? in research I know that Once you know you will not be there; And sometimes we will focus on the future If they manage it, my child, I was not so inconsistent with one another of life? Once you know you will not be there; And sometimes we will focus on the future If they manage it, my child, I was not so inconsistent with one another of life?

Sex Sells

You did not know what do you think? However, there is no love ideas Suppress goods and social policy His plan works A silver wife loves He swore he would never kiss a conservative But he was good to get rid of this I want to listen carefully The ears flat lying on the ground Steps down And as far as this can not be applicable to the Now it's read and died I am, however, any lost thing of There are four doors open Pressed pillows under the knees It is no longer he is said, is said A fool: Goofy, To see it I was afraid to sleep with the lights on For I know this, that it is not, does not know the way of it, and he is in his own house, A Capricorn to hell with their worries They know that sex sells I was afraid to sleep with the lights on For I know that this is not there, I know that he came to his apartment A Capricorn to hell with their worries They know that sex sells Thou hast bought me, to live in peace? If nothing to lose However, if a careful What do you want me to carry out against you, then, will be in jeopardy? Or what do you want to do it right? You may know Where he shall lie with thee to-night? Where he shall lie with thee to-night? Where he shall lie with thee to-night? Where he shall lie with thee to-night? Where he shall lie with thee to-night? Where to sleep last night? How do you sleep at night? learned only venetian Red wine club band Buy a bed table How do you feel? Why do you feel so loved? What can be both bitter and alone? I was afraid to sleep with the lights on For I know this, that it is not, does not know the way of it, and he is in his own house, A Capricorn to hell with their worries They know that sex sells It is not afraid of sleeping with the lights on For I know this, that it is not, does not know the way of it, and he is in his own house, A Capricorn to hell with their worries They know that sex sells It is not afraid of sleeping with the lights on For I know that this is not there, I know that he came to his apartment A Capricorn to hell with their worries They know that sex sells I know sex sells I know sex sells You sleep at night

Cause for Concern

There are you interested in? You are now the one thing in the 8 indicators You do not even divorced I look awful If you want to jump of support Sing, "Charles, and I do not want to hurt you" Hell else that can make You can eat foam on the headrest My spirit, you can take away? You can hit in the skin of my teeth You do not have to worry There are you interested in? You are now the one thing in the 8 indicators I do not have a I look awful If you want to jump of support Sing, "Charles, and I do not want to hurt you" Hell else that can make You can eat foam on the headrest (He says nothing ...) My spirit, you can take away? (He says nothing ...) You can kick your teeth shake my head However, there is no need to worry But we will not hurt them, But we will not hurt them, But we will not hurt them, Because there is nothing else to do in hell We, however, do not eat from the tree foam pillows (He says nothing ...) You can breathe the spirit of my favorite? (He says nothing ...) And you kiss me on the head like teeth And yet there is no need to worry I have no reason to worry

[lemonlushff-iy]

Had an itch....decided to scratch it....

Choices were made. 

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Inuyasha universe, but I sure do love playing with them. The rest is mine.

Chapter One

Inuyasha sighed as his father prattled on about this and that. He knew he should probably pay more attention to the man, but he really didn't want to be there right now. Sure...He enjoyed the warm sun on his skin...Could practically taste the fresh air on his tongue…But there was just something about being here that made him feel holier than thou.

He loathed coming to the tea fields his father owned, dressed in his best, while workers toiled around him. Women's fingers stained yellow green as they plucked the leaves from the bushes. Their backs hunched over, straining to support them as they worked. Their brows beaded with sweat while he…

He walked amongst them like a god.

They controlled their pay...and thus...in a way...their lives.

He didn't like it. Running a business wasn't meant for him, and yet.

That's exactly what he was being groomed to do. His elder brother had started one of his own, leaving him as the heir to his father's throne.

And he didn't want the crown.

He continued to follow his father as they walked through the rows of shrubs, his father nodding towards the women from time to time. He caught something about a harvest...something about profits and tea cakes...But nothing really held his attention.

Not until his father uttered the words, "What do you think of Zhao Kikyo?"

He felt his throat constrict.

Kikyo was the daughter of one of his father's business associates. A relatively attractive woman...nice...They had always gotten along, frankly.

Yet there was only one reason his father would be asking him about her.

And he didn't like it.

"I have no opinion of her," he replied dryly, swallowing. He knew what was coming next. This hadn't been the first time, after all.

"Perhaps you should obtain one," his father advised. "I have a meeting with her father next week," he continued, stepping over the legs of a kneeling woman as she worked. Like she was some tree branch that had fallen in his path. He didn't even give her the courtesy of a "pardon me".

"A meeting? To discuss what?" Playing dumb was not a wise choice, and he could feel his father's ire as he stopped, giving him a knowing look.

"Business. He has no son. I have two. One who is off in the west, and the other," he paused, turning to face him and rest his hands onto Inuyasha's shoulders. He looked him dead in the eye as he smiled, "The other is my legacy. The other will take this business and make it flourish for another generation. The other...will settle down with a nice woman. A respectable, educated woman, from a good family. A woman like Zhao Kikyo."

He could feel all the blood drain from his face.

Settle down?

With her?

He didn't know her that well!

Then again, what would that matter to his father? He hadn't known his mother when he married her. Hadn't known his brother's mother either.

He treated marriages as business contracts, and Inuyasha…

Inuyasha was a modern man with different ideals. He didn't have the heart or brain of a businessman. And he was...perhaps a bit more of a romantic that he should have been. Which is why he was blanching at the idea of wedding Zhao Kikyo.

"Father, I-"

"-She will be attending our meeting. It is our hopes that you will keep her...entertained during that time. Perhaps show her the fields. Take her by the ponds. Have lunch with her there."

"But-"

"-Her father and I are hoping that in perhaps, a few months, we can announce an engagement. Expanding and combining our empires together. Just think of it, Inuyasha…"

He didn't want to think of it.

In fact, he was finding it hard to breathe, let alone think of anything else. His father was all but forcing him into an engagement with this woman, all to expand his tea empire. He was using him as nothing more than a pawn - his own son - to get whatever he wanted.

Didn't they have enough?

Wasn't this enough? Why did they need more?

He couldn't handle more. He couldn't run more.

"I can't meet with Kikyo," Inuyasha blurted in a panic, and his father raised his silver brow at him in displeasure.

"Oh? And why not."

His mind was racing. Whirling. Why the hell couldn't he meet with Kikyo? His father would never accept anything he told him. He was single and of age and-

-And that was the problem.

He was single.

"Because I'm married," he blurted out, causing his father's face to shift in surprise.

He watched his father take a deep, slow breath before calmly exhaling.

"Married? Since when?"

"Last week," he nodded. "When you sent me to Beijing. She came with me, and we married in the city."

"Really? And who is my new daughter-in-law?" he pressed, crossing his arms over his chest. "One would have thought that their son would at least introduce him to her before now...It's a rather sudden marriage. Is there a reason for that?"

Inuyasha clenched his fists together at the implication.

"Love, father. Nothing else. You won't be a grandfather anytime soon."

"A pity since you ran off to marry this woman! Tell me, what is her name? Does she at least come from a respectable family?"

Respectable family.

Of course that's what he cared about. The family name. The family legacy.

And...he knew that he was calling his bluff. If Inuyasha said any number of the names his father would deem acceptable, he would be trapped and caught in a lie. He would be forced to marry either the woman he named, as having shown proof that he was interested in her or…

...He would be forced to wed Kikyo.

He needed someone else. Someone his father wouldn't know. Someone who would lie for him. Someone…

His eyes drifted past his father to the woman he had stepped over moments before. Her fingers moved like the wind as she plucked tea leaves from the bush before her, and her head was cocked to the side. She was trying to be subtle about it, but it was clear she was listening to them...and he found himself not minding.

Her profile was rather lovely...Familiar?

Her skin was tanned from working in the sun. Her fingers stained from the tea leaves. Her cheekbones were delicate, and her face soft...and her eyes…

It was rare to find a woman with familiar blue eyes like those. Let alone eyes that seemed so soft and caring. He felt like he remembered those eyes...She flicked her eyes up from the bush, as if she were waiting to see what he would say and do, and before he could stop himself...before he could think what he was doing, he was kneeling before her.

He took her hands and encouraged her to stand, her eyes widening as it seemed to click in her mind before it did his.

"Please," he whispered softly, so only she could hear it. "I'll repay you, I swear it."

Her jaw went slack, as he took her hand and turned to face his father.

"I'd like you to meet my wife."

His father's face was stoic, and betrayed none of his thoughts...until it slowly cracked into a wide, cunning smile. Inuyasha felt his blood freeze. He knew what his father was thinking now. This was a joke. An attempt to weasel out of another marriage...and if this was the game he wanted to play, then game on. He would smoke him out. Test him and his sham marriage...and when he emerged victorious…

He would not only be humiliated, but forced into another marriage.

A real one.

"Your wife," he all but mocked. "And what is your wife's name?"

"H-Higurashi. Higurashi Kagome," the woman replied, swallowing thickly as Inuyasha wrapped his arm around her side pulling her against his body.

"I was asking my son," he replied curtly, and Inuyasha glared at his father in return.

"And what does it matter who replies? You wanted her name, and she gave it to you. She's your daughter now!"

"A daughter who rebukes the family name?"

"I-I'm still used to saying my old one. The joys of wedded bliss seem to have made me forget that it's different now."

"Of course," his father drawled. "How foolish of me. Forgive me, Kagome. How long have you known my son?"

"A few months," Inuyasha interrupted, and his father shifted his gaze back to him.

"You seem to have a habit of answering for each other."

"Isn't that one of the joys of marriage?" He replied, trying to keep calm as his father attempted to rattle him.

"Mmm…" his father responded, his eyes roaming up and down Kagome's form, and he felt himself become a bit territorial over the small woman tucked into his side. He was weighing her. Judging her worth.

And he found her to be wanting.

"Just how did you meet? I cannot imagine that it would have been in a...social setting."

"He was visiting us to check on our work. He wanted to see how we were fairing. He was kind," she smiled softly, looking away from both him and his father for a moment. "I looked over heated, and he brought me some water. He stayed with me as I drank it until he was sure I would be alright, and began to talk. I was sad to see him leave, but he came back the next day with more water for me, and we spoke again, and again, until he asked me to come away with him and be his bride."

He...he remembered that.

The first part about bringing a woman water. It was her, wasn't it?

It was!

How many women had blue eyes? That was why they had looked so familiar.

"Mmm...and yet, my son hasn't swept you away from your work before now? You've been married for a week, after all."

"I've been looking for her replacement, upon her request," Inuyasha explained, giving her side a small, reassuring squeeze.

"Of course," his father smiled cooly. "Wouldn't want to leave us short staffed...Why don't you take her home then? You're newly weds, after all. I'm sure you would much rather be spending the day together exploring the joys of married life than be here in the fields."

Inuyasha swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to beat back the panic he felt.

"Of course. If we can take our leave then…"

"Please," his father gestured, waving them off, and Inuyasha gestured for Kagome to turn around, exhaling a shaky breath he was sure she heard a little too well. They hadn't made it more than five feet away before his father called back out to them again.

"Inuyasha? Bring your new wife over for dinner tonight. Your mother would love to meet her as well."

He felt his back stiffen as a new panic settled over him, and he glanced down at the small woman in his arms. She was refusing to look at him, and he hated himself for doing this to her. To them both.

"We will see you tonight, father."

Inuyasha opened the door to his apartment, nervously gesturing for Kagome to enter before him. The car ride here had been quiet. She had snuck peaks at him under the fringe of her black lashes, and he her...but...he hadn't known what to say. He was still reeling from what he had done to them, and she was trying to mentally piece together what was suddenly happening as well.

She shakily nodded her head and took a few steps into his apartment, her eyes widening as she looked around. It was nice. Large. Larger than a single man would need, and it was tastefully decorated. Hardwood floors, soothing floors...His home felt warm and welcoming.

She absently wondered if his mother had been responsible for this as he closed the door behind her and slumped against it, looking down at the floor.

They hadn't spoken yet about what he had done, and she looked at the silver haired man in curiosity. She had always liked Inuyasha. Far more than his father at least...but...she also knew that Inuyasha would have no memory of her. Why would he?

They had hundreds of workers in the fields, and she was no one special. Just one of the many...and one of the many who fancied the younger man. He was as handsome as his father, but...gentler. He had a softness in his eyes that his father didn't.

But…

Perhaps that was from the war.

It changed men. Normally for the worse...but with Inuyasha…

It seemed to soften him. Give him a greater appreciation for everything, big and small.

"Higurashi," he began slowly, and she tried to not blush at the sound of her name leaving his lips. "I don't think I can ever apologize enough for what I've done. I...I wasn't thinking clearly, and I've...Well…" he sighed, running his fingers through his silver locks. "Is there anything I can even do to make this right?"

"Perhaps...this is a conversation we can have sitting?" she prompted, and he felt his face twist from confusion to horror, scrambling away from the door.

"Yes! Of course...I...Let me take you to the living room. Can I get you something? Tea?"

She nodded shakily as he took her arm, guiding her out of the foyer. He could feel the heat of his hand through the thin fabric of her clothes, and she tried not to blush. She swallowed as he led her to a couch, and gestured for her to sit, before he scampered off to boil water for tea.

When she had awoken that morning, she never would have dreamed that this was where she would find herself by day's end. Sitting in Inuyasha's home...pretending to be his wife...summoned to dinner that night with his parents. Her head was spinning a little from the thought.

She wondered if he had a plan yet?

This charade couldn't last forever...and what happened when it came time for it to end?

He had told her that he would repay her somehow for this...she couldn't help but absently wonder how?

He had all but plucked her from the fields that morning, dubbed her his wife, and now she was out a job.

Oh…

Oh…

Oh no…

She heard the door to the living room open and Inuyasha stood on the other side of it, looking guilty and remorseful as he placed a tea tray before her before pouring it for her. He sat down in the chair across from her, nervously gripping the cup in his white knuckled hands.

He glanced from his tea up to her, and she was struck by the guilt etched into it.

"Higurashi," he swallowed, "I...I'm so sorry for this mess."

"It is quite a predicament, we're in," she nodded, taking her own tea cup and sipping from it. Her hands looked so dark against the pale white and blue of the china. It was lovely. It probably cost more than what she made in an entire year.

She placed it down onto the table before her - her hands returning to her lap as he mutely nodded.

"It's my fault. I...I panicked and I seem to have spun quite the web of lies for us…"

"And you have no plan, do you," she surmised. He shook his head, looking down into his lap.

"I don't."

And it was true. God...what was he going to do? He had all but made her his prisoner.

"I...I was thinking that...perhaps we could do this for a year?"

"A year?"

He nodded, his mind slowly trying to cobble together some plan.

"We could tell my parents we divorced after, and then you would be free to live your life again. I can pay you? I know I've cost you your job...My father won't allow you to return to the fields today, or ever again..." he mumbled, running his hands down his face. "You could - should, I suppose - live here with me so they won't suspect. That...that could be nice? And...and you could cook and clean? W-wives do that…" he proposed nervously.

Wives did other things too…

"Would I...Do you expect me to…" she felt her cheeks blush bright red as he furrowed his brow. Confusion gave way to understanding and she watched his jaw drop ever so slightly.

"No! No, of course not! We're...married in the eyes of my parents only. I wouldn't...we wouldn't...I don't expect that from you, Higurashi."

She felt herself relax slightly, and she nodded, delicately sipping her tea.

"I can do that for you...but...I...I have a request to make, if I may."

"Of course," he nodded, leaning forward.

"When this is over, I won't be able to return to a life in the tea fields, but I'll still need employment. I have...responsibilities to my family that I can't overlook. I'll need something still."

She watched him nod his head, encouraging her to continue, and she took a deep breath.

"When we...divorce, I'd like your help finding employment elsewhere, and I'd like you to help me prepare for that. Whatever it may be."

She watched him relax further, a smile spreading across his face.

"I can do that," he nodded. "Something better than before...A secretary, at the least. Do you know how to use a typewriter?"

She shook her head looking down into her lap.

"I...I can't...I don't know how to read," she admitted, looking back down into her lap. "I've never received a formal education…"

His face became soft as he murmured, "Forgive me - I shouldn't have assumed. Higurashi...if you pretend to be my wife, I promise you this. I'll treat you kindly, I'll pay you, I'll get you an education, and I'll find you employment."

She looked into his eyes, and saw how genuine he was. Looking at him when he looked like that...it made her heart skip a beat. He was such a handsome man. Strong jawline. Proud cheekbones. But his eyes...those amber eyes framed by long lashes and thick brows…

She mentally pulled herself away from the man before her and focused on his words instead. It felt like a fair trade. More than fair. He was giving her a chance at a better life, and all she had to do was pretend to love him and be his wife for a year.

She could handle that.

"Kagome," she mused, picking up her tea cup again.

"Kagome?" he replied, furrowing his brow in confusion. That wasn't an answer to his proposal.

"You should call me Kagome if you want me to pretend to be your wife," she reasoned, raising the cup to her lips and taking a small sip.

"Of course...Kagome."

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I know. Needs work. BUT. I feel better for having scratched the itch at least. Got the bulk of this done last night...and it kept asking me to work on it more today. 

Mother appeased. 

Hopefully the child is pleased. 

......For now. 

[shadowdianne]

Since I'm not totally evil and now that I'm back in front of the computer I'm just going to copy-paste the first 1k or so of what I had written. It's not edited and considering the notes I've erased for this version but the original one has I was still working through plotholes and worldbuilding. The coding of the archive suggests that it was an informal prompt made by a friend -the titles of the things that were inbox prompts were codes for me to know at which bach they were linked to but this one has only the one I reserved for mutuals or friends so I could properly tag them even if the prompt had been sent via, dunno, whatsapp or the like but I have lost the word document I had to know which number represented which mutual so, dunno, friend, if you happen to see this hi xD

Anyway, I'm not going to finish it but if anyone wants to know the original lines of the prompt (looking at you, @yaminoendo, @italymystery-swanqueen ) things were like this:

If anyone recognizes this as something I finally got to publish -dunno, I truly cannot remember if I did but considering that it's not finished if I did it was under some other storyline- tell me so I can try to find the damn link and make another post about it.

Word reached the town’s inn in a slow night, the kind of nights Emma had learnt to dread as much as the ones in where she was unable to have a respite. And so, as rain poured outside and only a selected few patrons battled against the storm that flagged the lands around the wood and stone made houses in order to get a drink from Granny’s, she found herself rising her eyebrows as one of the Lost boys nodded vehemently, fingerless gloves doing nothing to prevent the boy from almost sticking his hands into the dim fireplace the old woman had asked both Ruby and Emma to keep an eye on.

“To keep the sorceress at bay. One never knows with this storm.”

Emma had bitten her tongue at the words: she knew magic was real; had seen the occasional wizard, the kind of one that traveled from town to town, promising magic and dreams to whomever that paid them in silver or a place to stay but Granny’s sorceress; the ones that roamed the forest at night, the ones who vowed to the moon and soil, were just the stories one would tell to children. Children barely younger than the one who, still shivering, put his hands beneath his armpits, rolling his shoulders as the soaked coat he wore, the one with Pan’s colors, remained stuck to his scrawny frame.

“She gave us a piece of gold each.” The boy repeated for the umpteenth time ever since he had come barreling into the inn, soaked to the bone but sporting a toothy grin. “She told us to spread the word. I’m not joking!”

Emma sighed and offered the boy one of the few sips of wine that they still had from the merchants that had passed by the month before last. Despite it being acrid the boy took the small vase and drank it all, smiling at her with his eyebrows raised, some color returning to his cheeks. She was about to offer him some bread when the owner of the inn herself tutted at him, eyes severe.

“Hasn’t the woman already suffered enough? It’s not nice to lie, Nibs.”

The boy opened his mouth, ready to defend himself if the sudden rage on his eyes was anything to go by and Emma sighed inwardly at the moment as she casted a glance around the inn, at the ones who were not-so-subtly listening to the conversation. Sometimes, times like this, she truly felt tired of the gossip-hungry citizens. Always trying to learn about the next detail, the next piece of information they could all later on share, make bets on. The scent of dampened wood and greasy food grounding her as she found Ruby’s eyes at the other end of the place, she shrugged minutedly, asking for the lanky brunette’s friend. Not like she wasn’t able to tackle the woman’s grandmother but Granny had been, and would always be, the kind of person one didn’t want to get on the bade side of.

And she was truly grateful the woman had let her in after last years’ flood.

Ruby bit down on her bottom lip and tilted her head to the right as she placed yet another pint in front of Leroy. The short man was probably the only one who wasn’t pretending to not be listening to the conversation, his glazed eyes trained on both Granny and Nibs and Emma almost smiled a little at that. Placing her hands on the counter, letting the three-quarter sleeves of the cloth she wore rile up on her forearms, she leveled her gaze with Nibs, silently asking him to just let the subject drop.

The boy, however, was still a boy, and he didn’t listen; his pride affronted.

“I’m not lying!” He replied, shaking his head while doing so. “Widow Mills told us that if anyone was able to open the door with the key she would…” He halted there, cheeks reddening and Emma heard Ruby bit back a laugh as the brunette approached the front of the tavern. The Lost Boys were a group of orphans that no one had taken in aside from the small group of women that worked relentlessly under Blue’s orders but they weren’t shy to sex or how it worked. It was interesting seeing Nibs so tong-tied in front of Eugenia, angry or not.

“… marry them.” The boy finished, lamely, but Emma, just as she had had at first, didn’t catch any lies on his words. Despite them being, probably, slightly edited.

And that, despite her best intentions, made her feel interested. Which was something she was purposedly trying not to be.

Widow Mills was the kind of woman that brought attention wherever she went: not new to the town her wealth, her house, close to the end of the town, bigger than any other else and always guarded by a big black cat, helped on cultivating an air of mystery around her. The kind of one that would usually make many spit behind her, muttering words they thought would protect them after she waved and kept on with her day.

And yet, despite that, she was also the woman many thought on trying to get her to remarry, the news of her late husband known and shared within the same walls Emma was currently surrounded by. It was strange, interesting, how the woman seemed to have finally decided to play the game Storybrooke citizens were so adept at; get others to marry. If what Nib was saying was true.

And Emma had the feeling that it was. As shocking as it could sound.

“I guess it’s cat-hunting season then. Isn’t that right, sis?” Leroy’s crude smirk made Emma clench her jaw and say nothing, even when the town’s drunkard eyed her, hoping for someone to reply to his comment but finding very few who seemed open to the idea.

Albeit, the blonde thought as she turned and busied herself, she was fairly certain that within the hour the rest of the Lost Boys would manage to get the entire town known that the brunette woman living at the edge of town was waiting for a husband.

She didn’t exactly knew why that bothered her.

-.-

She had been right, of course, by the next night the town was abuzz with the story from the Lost Boys. The only real socialite the town owned, Kathryn Midas, had even passed by, sharing a few opinions she had on the whole thing. Opinions Emma hadn’t been there to listen to as she had been sent by Granny to run an errand no Lost Boy could tackle quickly enough but ones Ruby had later filled her in as they both readied the tavern for the night.

“Many think she is bluffing.” Ruby shrugged and shook her head as Emma listened to her, using a brief moment of respite to lean against the tavern’s southest wall. The one in where the fireplace rested, the residual heat from it warming the stone slabs of the floor around it and the wooden walls. “A cry for attention.”

“And you think that’s right?”

She tried to sound nonachalant but Ruby narrowed her eyes at her, mirth on her eyes, and Emma knew she had been caught.

It wasn’t, she battled against herself, that she was interested. Not in the same way she suspected others would be. She had barely shared a few words with the woman. It wasn’t like the brunette beauty often came to socialize to the inn.

But she had seen her, walking, buying herbs and other things. Always slightly away from others, the black and red from her clothes obvious as both a statement and a message. She wondered, briefly, while she grazed the mark on her wrist, the one left by broken vows of marriage, if the woman would wear another color next time she saw her. For some reason she couldn’t exactly picture that.

“Want to give it a try, Emma? Is that what this is about?”

Ruby’s voice brought her back from her reverie, the words her friend had just said made Emma narrow her eyes, spine straightening as she walked away from the wall just in time for Eugenia to walk in; stern-looking as ever.

“Don’t be stupid.”

But Ruby didn’t seem convinced. Not like neither of them were able to discuss it further as the old woman frowned at them before putting them both to work, the storm from yesterday already gone and the first round of thirsty villagers about to arrive.

-.-

During the next days many were the ones who arrived to the inn with scratches up their arms; muttering about cats and demons and far too many complicated schemes they couldn’t be bothered to try. Emma remained mute during those tales; silently serving drinks, dodging handsy miners that were the other source of income for the town and pretending she wasn’t entirely far too curious.

And, in a way, that feeling was what made her keep listening to the stories; unwilling to let go the promise of something different in a town she felt drowning her every day it passed.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Devotional Hours Within the Bible

by J.R. Miller

The Kingdom Divided

The golden age of Israel closed with the death of Solomon. His empire was great, extending over wide limits. His revenues were very large. Everything in his kingdom was on a grand scale. He "made silver and gold to be as stones in Jerusalem." The palaces and public buildings were magnificent in their splendor. Yet the seed of decay was in the heart of it all. The rabbis say that while Solomon walked about in splendor - a worm was eating at the heart of his empire. This is another way of saying that the elements of corruption were in Solomon's kingdom. There were reasons. His heart had been drawn away from God by his heathen wives. At the same time the magnificence of his kingdom and the extravagance of his reign made it necessary to extort oppressive taxes from the people. Many of them also were drafted for forced labor. No wonder that they grew restive under these hard conditions. When Solomon died they were ready for the outbreak which followed. If Rehoboam had been wise, there might not have been an immediate rending of the kingdom from him - but in his folly - he drove the people to the extreme of rebellion.

Solomon largely outlived his fame. His reign became excessively burdensome to the people by reason of the heavy taxes they had to pay. His character also lost much of its charm through his departure from God. His aims were not lofty - as they were at the beginning. He was called in his earlier years, the wisest of men - but his later life was characterized by folly. His kingdom was no longer as secure and strong as it was, when he received it. Indeed, it was ready for disruption, and Solomon himself was responsible for its corrupt condition. It was a pathetic ending of his record that, notwithstanding the glory of his reign and the great things he had done - no word of commendation of him is given. All that is said of the close of his life is that he "slept with his fathers, and was buried in the city of David his father; and Rehoboam his son reigned in his stead."

Solomon did not leave behind him when he died - a sweet, fragrant memory in the hearts of his people. "When he was gone, the people came to Rehoboam, asking him to lighten their oppressive loads. Rehoboam promised them an answer in three days, and then sought advice.

First he sent for the older men, and they advised him to grant the request. Experience had made them gentle. "Show yourself their friend," they said. "Listen to their grievances. Take a kindly interest in them. Think of their good. Speak to them affectionately. Give them the relief they seek, and serve them in any way you can. If you do these things - you will win their love, and they will prove your faithful subjects."

This was good advice - but Rehoboam was not satisfied with it. The aged men were too slow for him. He turned to the young men of his own age, hot-headed fellows like himself, and sought advice of them.

When the people came to the king for his answer, Rehoboam, following the advice of the younger men, and replied to them roughly. His answer, indeed, was insolent and brutal. Such words as he spoke would have kindled the flame of rebellion, even if there had been no tinder dry and ready for the spark.

Rehoboam has many followers. We should learn the folly and wickedness of sharp, rude, and bitter words. Anyone sees how unworthy of a king, Rehoboam's speech was - but such words are unworthy of anyone's lips. They were insolent, contemptuous, haughty, unmanly, and cruel. We are all too apt, under provocation, to give rein to intemperate speech.

Destinies have been wrecked by following foolish counsel. Every young person needs a wise older friend to whom he may go with his life's serious questions. Happy is the young man or young woman who has such a counselor, and who will then accept the wisdom which comes of experience. But Rehoboam rejected the wise counsel of the aged men. He answered the people roughly: "My father was harsh on you, but I'll be even harsher! My father used whips on you, but I'll use scorpions!"

The consequence of Rehoboam's harsh words was the wrecking of his kingdom. The people turned away, saying, "What portion have we in David?" It took but a minute to give the reply which Rehoboam gave - but the harm done by it never could be undone! Burke said, "Rage and frenzy will pull down more in half an hour - than prudent deliberation and foresight can build up in a hundred years." We need not go far, nor seek long - to find other illustrations. Many people lose noble, helpful friends, lose them beyond regaining, by the petulant, ill-tempered words of a minute. Many lives with splendid possibilities become utter failures through uncontrolled tongues. When will men and women learn to put bridles in their mouths?

The matter of seeking advice is always a serious one. Some people too readily turn to others to ask them what they should do. We ought to learn to think for ourselves. Each man must bear his own burden. We never can get clear of the responsibility of choosing for ourselves. However, there are times when we may turn to others for advice. The young and inexperienced especially may receive valuable help from those who are older and more experienced. But in seeking advice we should make sure of the people to whom we turn. Bad advice has wrecked many a life.

Rehoboam had good advice from the older men - but rejected it. There are many who follow him in this regard - they receive good counsel from friends, from parents, from teachers, from godly men, from those who are wiser than themselves, and then ignore it. There are many who, like Rehoboam, reject the good advice - and take the bad. There was One Rehoboam seems to have missed altogether in seeking advice - he did not go to God for counsel. We should always ask God what He would have us do; He never advises unwisely. No life was ever wrecked by taking His counsel.

One lesson we get from Rehoboam's undisciplined course - is that those who would rule over others, must have achieved both self-control and patience in themselves. Rehoboam had achieved neither. He thought only of his own personal gain - the last element that should influence one in dealing with others. He lacked altogether that spirit of meekness, which Jesus said shall inherit the earth. We should keep SELF out of our work for God, out of all our work of love. Whenever SELF comes in - it mars everything. We should think only of our duty, not of the way our act may affect us. If Rehoboam had asked, "What course will be the best for the country and for the good of the kingdom?" he would not have acted so foolishly. He would have shown patience and kindliness, and would have lightened the heavy burdens under which the people were bending.

Those who rule over others, should love them and be ready to serve them. Rehoboam is an example of those who try to govern others by tyranny. If he had really loved the people and had been disposed to serve them, sympathizing with them in their burden-bearing and showing them kindness, they would have continued loyal to him. "Through love, be servants one to another" is the New Testament law.

We all need to guard ourselves at these points. We are apt to be unloving and harsh in our dealings with others, especially when our dignity seems to be hurt. Even parents need to keep a careful guard upon themselves in this matter, lest their consciousness of having authority should make them unjust to their children. Paul exhorts fathers not to provoke their children to anger, lest they be discouraged. Teachers have like temptation in enforcing authority. So have all who are placed over others.

It often happens that a man who has been very kind and brotherly as a fellow-workman, or as an equal among men, becomes tyrannical and intolerant when in a position of authority. We should remember that all power is of God, and we represent Him in whatever place of authority we occupy. We should rule, therefore, in God's name - as He would rule if He were in our place. In all our dealings with those over whom we are placed in the Providence of God - we should be gentle, sincere, loving - that we may look into God's face without shame.

Life has its turning points for all of us. This was the turning point in Rehoboam's career. He had before him the possibilities of a prosperous and successful reign. All hinged, however, on one word. Should he say yes - or no? If he had said yes, he would have won the people to himself and his kingdom would have been established. He said no, however, and he drove the people to anger and rebellion. Men are continually coming to turning points when all their future depends upon a single decision. Two paths lie before them. One leads to beauty, honor, blessing; the other leads to dishonor and sorrow. The decision of the moment, settles for us in which of these two paths we will walk. Many a man or woman by a careless word - throws away the hope of infinite blessing and good.

It is interesting to notice that while the kingdom of David had failed of its best through man's fault and sin, it was not altogether cast off. The vessel had not come out what the potter first intended it to be - it had been marred on the wheel - but he made it again, another vessel, not so fine as the first would have been - but still a good vessel. The kingdom had a second chance. From the seed of David came at length the Messiah. There is encouragement in this for all those who miss their first and best chance. They may try again, and their life may yet realize much honor and beauty. When we think of it, most of the worthy lives of godly men in the Bible - were second chances. They failed, and then God let them try again. David himself, and Jonah, and Peter, and Paul are illustrations.

[terrifictomholland]

you melt my heart - Tom Holland x reader

So, this is a request from @thehappygrungelife​ and this has very much taken on a life of it’s own. This is a monster of a fic.

Word count: 10.7K

Warnings: Curse words, some smut at the end and fluff, there is a little angst and self-doubt. If there’s anything else, lmk!   this stuff also doesn’t happen without a tiny village so here’s to those who’s helped me and cheered me on while writing this @fairytelling​ @angelic-holland​ @xoluvx​ @howdyhoe-holland​ thank you soso much! 

This has taken a lot of time and effort on my part and in a way, it’s quite personal to me, so be gentle with this. It means a lot to me, so without further ado - enjoy.

"You're brighter than all the stars combined," you heard a voice tell you from behind. You rolled your eyes as your lips tugged up in a smile, before turning around coming face to face with the one and only Tom Holland.

"Is that a dig since I don't really ever come to these parties?" you asked, cocking your hip, leaning against the counter as you set your drink aside, seeing him fish-mouth for a brief moment before recovering.

"No! No, it's just...i'm glad you're here," he back-pedaled, "and being bright isn't a bad thing, it's sexy," he recovered and you raised your eyebrow. "Nice save there, you were about a feet deep in digging your own grave there," you said gently patting his shoulder and he chuckled. "Wanna know what else is really sexy?" "No, but I know I'm about to find out regardless," "You naked on my bed," "You're getting predictable Tom, is that the best you've got?" you grinned, looking into his eyes seeing the way they twinkled in the light, the colour changing every so often from a deep brown to a molten caramel colour, depending on where the light struck. "Hell no I haven't even gotten started honey, but I've got to keep you interested don't I?" he challenged. "What if I'm not?" you retorted seeing the challenge spark something in his eyes and you bit your lip, concealing a grin as you hopped up on the counter, feeling him coming closer to you.

The close proximity and the way his cologne mixed with cigarettes invaded your senses and personal space made you a little lightheaded. Your gaze traveling up to his face as his hand came to rest on your waist. "Here we are again huh?" he breathed, his mouth inches away from yours. You felt his body heat radiating off of him,seeing his intense gaze on you as you licked your lips, hands moving up to his shoulders letting them rest there. 

Your eyes wandering down to his muscled arms, seeing all of the intricate tattoos decorating them. You could have spent a lifetime studying them and still find new things about them. "Here we are," you agreed letting your eyes flutter shut as he leaned in, stopping briefly before his lips connected with yours. That made you open your eyes seeing the silent question in his eyes - did you want to stop?

You didn't.

His lips brushed over yours softly at first, teasing you before adding more pressure, his lips rolling over yours, catching your bottom lip between his. You let out a sigh, letting your fingers lace together behind his neck.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue gliding over your bottom lip, easily parting your lips, letting your tongues battle it out in their own private dance. His hands roaming along the sides of your body, his hold on you tight enough to bruise. At first it didn't even register for you, until something cool and metal brushed against your tongue. 

You broke the kiss only to see him looking at you questioningly. "Did you get a tongue piercing?" He gave you a cheeky grin as an answer, sticking his tongue out and your throat went dry seeing the silver piercing there. "Impressed?" he asked cockily, watching you with a fire in his eyes that made your stomach burn with desire. "Unexpected," you said at long last to keep him on his toes. 

It turned you on that's for sure, both the piercing itself, letting your mind wander to all of the places that could come in handy and also the way he was looking at you, like you were a meal. "Is that good or bad?" he hummed and you grinned having the upper hand. Instead of replying, you reached up kissing him again, picking up where the two of you left off. 

His hand snaking around your waist bringing you flush against him, his touch scorching your skin. "Tom! You'll nev- oh sorry mate!" one of his friends interrupted, the both of you breaking away from the kiss looking over at his friend. You gulped feeling like someone had doused you with a bucket of ice water. 

Placing your hands on his shoulders gently pushing him off you and you hopped off the counter. Seeing his slightly flushed cheeks and swollen lips, you wanted to stay, god did you want to stay. But if you did, it would be a mistake. "Wait Y/N-" he began, his hands reaching for you but you side-stepped and gave him a small smile waving at him. 

Had his friend not interrupted now, who knows where the two of you ended up doing. Once you got outside, the fog in your head cleared as you breathed in the frosty night air. As you walked you fired off a text to your friends letting them know you went home. The further you walked away from the frat house, the more you sobered up and you blamed yourself for falling so easily to his advances and charming self. It wasn't the first time that he had come onto and you had ended up kissing at a frat party like this one. It was something about him that was so alluring, making you unable to stay away. A lot of it had to do with his reputation as the ultimate bad boy on campus where his dorm was like a revolving door of different girls coming and going as they pleased. While you let yourself be part of the thrill of it, just for a moment because kissing was harmless. You didn't fancy being a notch on his bedpost. 

You weren't that kind of a girl who could pull off a one night stand. No you needed a connection with someone if you were gonna sleep with them, and you didn't know Tom well enough for that. Nor did you want to get too close to him because you'd heard from far too many friends of yours who had slept with him. 

That he fucked them and dumped them which wasn't something you were interested in. In turn that made you guarded around him to protect yourself.                                                              ---- It was a couple of days before you saw Tom again after your little make-out session in the kitchen of his frat house. This time you bumped into him at the pizza place down the street from where your dorm was. 

At first you didn't see him until you heard his voice. "Hey," he said, hands stuffed in his pockets, him rocking back and forth on the back of his heel. "Oh hey Tom," you said with a friendly smile "How's it going?" he asked casually while the two of you both waited for your pizzas. "It's going, cramming for finals now before winter break you know. What about you?" you asked, letting your eyes take him in. He looked gorgeous today, clad in ripped jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt with his signature leather jacket over it, along with a pair of boots. "Ah yes, the panic-induced cramming," he joked making you grin, you saw him step closer to you, letting other people pass through that already got their food. 

He never stepped back again. "You see," you started, glancing at him for a second seeing the way he held your gaze steadily with mild curiosity, "this is study food and a much needed excuse to get out of my room and to see something other than the four walls back in my dorm," you chuckled self-deprecatingly hearing him laugh.

"Ah, the best kind of study food I can imagine," he played along and you grinned, nodding along. "Absolutely," "Do you uh, want some company?" he asked and suddenly his whole demeanor changed, his body language turning into something much more insecure and shy-like. "Oh, sure, yeah I'd love some company," you stuttered out not bothering to hide your surprise, but you felt pleasantly surprised that he asked you and it showed in the smile you gave him. "Cool," he said with a smile as he relaxed, his shoulders dropping and more of his normal confidence coming back. 

Your order was called out so you got it. While Tom waited for his, you scoured the place for a table for the two of you to sit at. "So, what are you studying?" Tom asked sliding into the seat opposite you when he got his pizza, glancing at you, laying down some napkins in the middle of the table. "Psychology," you said taking a bite of pizza, seeing his eyebrows raising, giving you an impressed nod, "That's dope," "What about you?" "You," he said smoothly and you looked down feeling your cheeks heat up. "That's smooth," you offered seeing a shit-eating grin form on his face. "You ain't seen nothing yet," "Boy you're cocky," you laughed shaking your head bemusedly.

"Well, I go after what I want, who can blame me?" he shrugged, you leaned forward on the table eyeing him curiously, "What are you currently wanting?" He shifted in his seat looking at your inquisitive gaze, you didn't ask to be a dick. You were simply curious what he wanted. 

"A bit of fun with you," he told you honestly, to which you gave a small nod, letting his words sink in. He gave you honesty and you felt the need to give him the same favour. "I don't do one night stands," you said bluntly putting it out there. He watched you curiously while taking a sip from his coke. "Who said anything about a one night stand?" he asked, brows furrowing, head tilted to the side watching you with an intensity you weren't expecting from him. "I..I just thought...that's why you're here now, and the party," you trailed off, suddenly feeling thrown off guard. 

He rubbed his fingers over his lips, contemplating what to say, "I'm not gonna lie, I'd love to have you in my bed." he started and you sucked in a breath feeling a sinking feeling take over in your chest, of course all he wanted was a quick fuck and be on his way, leaving you behind along with the rest of his trophies. "But that's not why I'm here now, I'm here because I genuinely want to be here and get to know you." he finished and the sinking feeling in your chest dissipated slightly, but you were still watching him with guarded eyes, "Why me?" you couldn't help asking, a wave of self-doubt washing over you and as much as you tried to hide it, Tom noticed it so he reached his hand out, placing it on top of yours. 

You looked down at his massive hand swallowing yours, feeling slightly soothed by the gentle touch. "Why not you? I think you're remarkable and you don't put up with my bullshit and you're clearly not afraid to give me a piece of your mind," he said flooring you, out of all things, him complimenting you like this was the last thing you were expecting, but it made you feel fuzzy and warm on the inside. "You mean that?" your voice wavering slightly as you looked at him with big, round eyes.

"I really do. How about this? Go on a date with me and if you don't want to do this anymore after that, it's completely fine. But, one date, that's all I'm asking," he said giving your hand a squeeze, letting you know the ball was entirely in your court. You mulled it over, looking over at him to try and see what he was thinking. "Alright, one date," you conceded seeing the smile taking over his whole face and you mirrored his smile, letting out a small giggle in disbelief at what you just agreed to. "Fuck yeah!" he cheered and you shook your head letting out another giggle at his outburst. "So...can I have your number now?" he asked with a cheeky grin and you couldn't help but be slightly endeared as he pulled his phone out handing it over to you and you took it, letting your fingers quickly type your number. "I texted myself," you said as you handed the phone back to him. 

Your fingers brushing against each other. You definitely felt something in that single and very brief touch, judging by the way he was looking at you, he'd felt it too. "Was hoping you would, but, I wouldn't have minded texting you either," he winked, you rolled your eyes good naturedly now, dropping your hand down to your side. "You don't stop do you?" you chuckled watching as he looked at your hand, which was still buzzing. "Nope," he said popping the p.  "How does Wednesday sound?" he asked instead. 

You did some quick thinking, it was Monday today.  "Sounds good to me," you said letting yourself get just a teeny bit excited at the prospect of your date.   So far, from the time you'd spent with Tom at the pizza parlour tonight, you were starting to see that there was more than meets the eye with Tom. 

Despite the tattoos, piercings and his badass looks and his reputation. Only in tiny bits and pieces, the smallest glimpses, but it was something deeper about him, more layers to him that you were itching to get to know more about. "Great, thanks for giving me a fair shot," he said with an adorable smile, the smile alone doing things to you, a warmth spreading through you.

There was definitely more than meets the eye you quickly decided. "Of course, I'm excited," you smiled and it wasn't a lie, you really were excited for this. "Me too," he murmured with a small smile you'd not seen on his face before.                                                         ----- Between cramming for exams and going to lectures and work, you'd felt time went far too fast and too slow and today was the day of your date. 

You and Tom had begun texting 24/7, your phone constantly attached to your hand like glue, feeling giddy as the two of you spent all of your waking hours texting back and forth. You talked about everything between heaven and earth in those messages. Your friends constantly taking the piss out of you, teasing you at your love struck face and silly smile at your phone. 

The incessant questions about who was making you smile so much and who was behind the pep in your step, but you kept it under wraps for now. At least until the date, you were quite sure that you wanted to keep seeing him, no matter how the date would pan out tonight. All Tom had said was that he was picking you up at 7 and to wear casual clothes, no heels. Which was fine by you, you positively hated wearing heels anyways.     Right around 7pm, your phone lit up with a text from him, saying he was here, so you quickly got your things and put your shoes on, calling out a quick bye to your friends before heading out. 

He stood leaning against his car by the passenger side waiting for you, fiddling with his phone. You bit your lip feeling those giddy and fluttery feelings creeping back as you approached him. He looked up when you got nearer and a grin spread on his face, "Hey," "Hi," you replied shyly, You weren't quite as forward in this situation, feeling your nerves taking over just a little and he seemed almost just as shy himself. He reached out pulling you into him giving you a hug that you positively melted in, sneakily breathing in his cologne that was intoxicating. "You look really gorgeous," he murmured in your ear causing you to smile. "Thank you, so do you," and he did, he really did. 

It could've been the lighting, but you were positive you saw him blush before opening the door for you, letting you climb inside as he went around and into the driver seat. "Where are we going?" you asked after you'd driven for a couple of minutes, he let out a small laugh. "Someone's impatient," he teased making you pout slightly, he saw you and smirked, "If I weren't driving I'd sure as hell be kissing that pout off your face right now,"  you looked away from him as your cheeks heated up hearing him say that. 

But you couldn't help but to feel secretly pleased either, a slow burning sensation furling up in your stomach at the prospect of kissing him. You knew the way he kissed and it was addictive. 

The way he kissed with confidence and a very talented tongue sending chills down your spine whenever you thought about it. "Shut up," you mumbled hearing his maddening laughter ring out in the car. The rest of the drive was filled with easy and effortless banter between the two of you. "We're going mini-golfing?" you questioned as you got out of the car, seeing how excited he was, "Hell yeah we are!" he grinned about as excited as a puppy. "Out of all things I thought we were doing tonight, this didn't even make it on the list," you admitted and he looked at you wickedly, 

"You have a list? What did you think we were gonna do?" he teased and you rolled your eyes, "I do not," you defended, "and like...tattoos or something," you muttered but he heard you, letting out a laugh, "Oh honey, haven't I told you? We're doing that for our second date," he grinned impishly. "Oh so we're going on a second date?" it was your turn to tease him now and he confidently nodded with an easy grin, "Yeah we are, you know it too," he said simply seeing that it had the effect he wished for. "Oh god damn you," you said exasperated seeing the smug look on his face as you walked in side-by-side. 

You dared a quick glance at him seeing him already watching you, giving you a private smile before taking your hand firmly in his. His hand engulfing yours. "Your hand is cold," before your filter reached your mouth that was what you said. He looked at you amusedly, "My lips are cold, wanna warm them up too?" at that, your cheeks heated up immensely and he leaned over, kissing your cheek which was enough to send your heart racing. You hadn't been on this date for long enough, but already you could tell you were gonna be enjoying yourself in his company.

"Let's get this game on," you swiftly changed the subject, hearing his throaty chuckle.  As much as you tried to insist on paying, he simply wasn't having it, easily swatting your hand away each time you tried to pay for yourself. "I'll let you kiss me," you bribed hearing him snort, "Oh my god you're a lunatic," "I am not!" you tried to dignify and he shook his head, "How far are we getting if I just don't say anything right now?" "Guess you'll never know," you winked hearing him let out a curse, "Damn,"                                                              ---- "Have you golfed before?" he asked as you got to the first hole, setting up. "A few times here and there," you shrugged, correcting your grip on the club and stance before hitting the ball. You kept your eye on it as it stopped right in front of the hole, "Damn," you heard Tom say, clearly impressed and you felt a surge of pride run through you at that. "Thanks!" you replied cheerfully as you managed to get the ball in the hole with a gentle putt.  You looked behind you seeing him shaking his head at you with an amused look, "A few times here and there hmm?" making you shrug with a giggle, "Mmhm," you winked, seeing him lick his bottom lip before taking his ball and lining that up, you watched him seeing the look of pure concentration creep up on his face, lip sticking out ever so slightly as he eyed the hole then the ball. 

You got a sinking feeling he'd done his fair share of mini-golfing too, he looked far too comfortable and used to golfing. Your gut instinct was right when you saw him sink the ball on the first try. "Oh come on," you huffed seeing the triumphant grin take over his face. "This is gonna be fun," he laughed knowing the two of you would be pretty much neck-in-neck all game.                                                          ---- In the end, Tom beat you by five measly points, making you huff, your arms crossed over your chest. "I had no idea you were such a sore loser," he smirked, rubbing his victory in your face, "I'm revoking all kissing privileges now that you've said that," you said while he eyed you for a moment, biting his lip before shaking his head, "No you're not," he hummed confidently and you just looked at him before a small smile tugged on your lips,

 "No..I'm not," you said softly. He smiled back at you, taking your hand lacing your fingers together. "Do you want to grab a bite to eat?" he asked as his thumb ran along your knuckles. You looked down at your hands, again you felt the warmth spread throughout you like a wildfire at his gentle touch. "Yeah I'm starving," you readily agreed, letting him pull you along to a pub, grabbing a simple meal and a beer each. "How's the date so far?" he asked in-between bites of food, looking at you with interest. "I think it's great," you began, "I don't have a lot of experience when it comes to dates and dating," you said softly, avoiding his gaze feeling like you were being peeled back, like the layer of an onion, exposing more and deeper parts of yourself, as silly as it may be. "You don't?" the way he asked, it wasn't accusatory, more like being curious and almost unfathomable for him that you hadn't dated a lot. 

You could feel your shoulders tensing up and turning slightly defensive, even though you knew he didn't mean anything by it. "No I haven't," you switched on a dime, looking into his eyes steadily, "Is that something that's gonna bother you? That I've never had a boyfriend before and that I'm so inexperienced?" your voice hardening slightly to mask just how incredibly self-aware you felt over that, like you were backed into a corner without an exit strategy. "What? No of course not," he said confused as to how you'd gone from so chilled out to frosty in a matter of a minute not understanding where he'd gone wrong. You deflated at his reassurance, almost crawling into yourself for getting so defensive like that and hot shame ran through you, you were ashamed of your behaviour. 

But you couldn't help it, not when you knew his reputation and the line of girls he had, easily throwing themselves at him and you knew he got with them and he had bags of experience. You couldn't help but to compare yourself to the girls you'd seen him hooking up with. 

You were nothing like them whatsoever, so this was all leaving you feeling a certain way. "I'm sorry," you began as your cheeks heated, looking at him, you knew you owed him an explanation. He gave you a slight smile holding your hand and giving it a squeeze, the touch both soothing and grounding you.

"It's just...I don't understand why me? Because I know about you and your ways, you find a new girl at each party to hook up with. I've seen you in action," you said chewing on your lip seeing him listen to you intently before you continued, "I just...I feel really insecure, because I don't have any experience with...anything, and I'm scared you're gonna realize that and I don't have anything to offer you that's gonna keep you coming back to me. You're gonna get bored and leave and go find someone else," you rushed out, feeling the blood coursing in your veins and you could hear the loud pounding of your heartbeat as you laid it out there, your fears for him to dissect. 

You felt like you had put yourself under a microscope. You shut your eyes tightly, letting out a shaky breath as your hands began to tremble while you waited for whatever he was going to say next. "Hey, look at me," he said gently, his fingers coming up under your chin and bringing them up so you met his gaze, seeing just how calm and steady he was right now. 

For some reason, you could feel yourself relax slightly. You licked your lips nervously, bringing your beer up having a sip of it just to have something to do.

"I'll be honest with you, I really couldn't give a flying fuck whether or not you've slept with 30 different guys or no guy. That's not why I'm attracted to you, and it's not something that's gonna make me bored of you either...if anything, it makes me want to stay even more, because it means we'll have time to teach you all the fun stuff and I'll help you explore the things you like too." you let out a small laugh still, your cheeks flushed at his words,

"I promise I will not get bored of you, you keep me on my toes and I really fucking dig that," he finished and you looked at him wordlessly, feeling like a massive weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You gave him a small but genuine smile, feeling something shifting between the two of you into something more, "I'd like that...down the line," you admitted. You were only human, of course you'd thought about what it would be like to sleep with Tom and having him rock your world, but now, you felt much more at ease around him because he knew where you stood and how you felt now. You trusted him to not abuse that, which you didn't think he would. "Yeah?" he asked, eyes lighting up as if it was Christmas morning, you let out a small giggle seeing how he reacted. "You're fucking stunning," he complimented and you felt your heart grow three sizes as he said it, "Thank you, you're pretty handsome too," you grinned.   After you got that off your chest, the rest of your night went smooth sailing, you felt much lighter once you had that discussion. 

Heavy and deep as it may have been for a first date, it felt appropriate somehow. He took you home and dropped you off outside of your dorm. Your body turning to him in the car, watching him. "Will I see you soon again?" he asked after a moment, his thumb reaching out to touch your cheek and your eyes fluttered shut, leaning into his touch ever so slightly. "I think it's gonna be a few days now,since my exams are starting," you said regretfully, "That's alright, let me know when you're done with them and we'll pencil in another date," he said easily, reaching over kissing your forehead. You let out a content sigh as his lips lingered before he pulled away. "Oh it's a date for sure," you promised, slipping out of the car and heading up to the front door, turning around and you saw him wave at you before pulling away from the curb and drive off.                                                         ---- Since you'd been so preoccupied with your exams, you and Tom hadn't been able to see each other since your date, but that didn't stop either of you from continuously texting and talking on the phone into the early hours of the morning, leaving you more zombie-like than human, but oh how giddy he made you feel.  

You were seeing him tonight, over at his dorm which had you feeling all kinds of things. Mostly excitement to see him, but also a little nervous because you didn't know what the two of you were gonna do.  

You got there, knocking on the door and while you waited outside, the  butterflies and the giddiness came back in full force, stronger now than ever before. You'd missed him, and you were quite sure he had missed you too. "Hey," he grinned opening the door, you'd expected to find him in his signature ripped jeans and black shirt. 

But instead, the sight that greeted you was of him in a pair of sweats and a fitted white t-shirt. A smile spreading across your face seeing him looking so soft and cosy. You went over to him easily, giving him a hug. "Hey," you murmured against him, breathing in his comforting and already familiar scent. "Come on in," he ushered, shutting the door behind you. It was the first time you were there, seeing yet another part of himself. 

What surprised you was how relatively tidy he had it and the amount of photos he had hung up on the walls of his family and friends. You stopped there, taking them all in while he hung back, letting you familiarize yourself here. "Are these photos all of your family?" you asked turning around, seeing him come over to you, standing right behind you as his arms came around your waist, pulling you close to him. 

Even through your clothes you could feel the way his touch burned in the best way. "Yeah, that's my mum and dad. Those other rascals are my brothers. I've got twin brothers, Harry and Sam and then Paddy who is the youngest," he said proudly, something in his eyes turning very soft as he spoke of them. "Are you close to them?" his eyes met yours and you saw so much in his eyes that he didn't let others see. "I am very close to my brothers yeah. I'm really close to my parents too. We talk daily on the phone or facetime," he shrugged giving you another private smile that he only reserved for you. You were about to melt to the floor. Whenever a guy talked about his family you were a goner. 

Especially with Tom, who, with his tough-as-nails looking exterior and then to find out he talked to his family every single day and spoke so highly of them? That was really attractive.

"I can tell they mean a lot to you," you smiled, snaking your own arm around his waist snuggling into him. "Absolutely, they've all got a tattoo. It's the first letter of all their names but still," he murmured lifting his shirt up. Your eyes immediately drawn to his chest, feeling a very different sensation form in the pit of your stomach seeing that he had his nipple pierced.  

Your eyes moved even further down, seeing different letters tattooed on his rib cage right below his heart. "Did they hurt?" you whispered unable to take your eyes off them, "Yeah those ones hurt probably the most. The skin there is very thin and you're right on the bone," he said letting you touch them. 

You glanced up at him seeing the way he was watching you so carefully and intently. "Did that hurt too?" you asked motioning for his nipple piercing. He let out a laugh, "I don't really remember that one, I did that drunkenly," he confessed, his cheeks heating up. "Can I touch?" you asked innocently seeing him bite his lip giving you the go-ahead with a nod of his head. Your hand shook ever so slightly as you placed it on his warm chest, feeling the muscles ripple under your touch. Honestly, he was so ripped it made you question whether he was made out of marble. Your fingers coming in contact with the cold metal and he drew in a ragged breath, letting out a small hiss. "Sensitive," he said in a strangled voice, all you did was give him an innocent smile in return.

Letting your gaze move down the rest of his torso seeing the 6-pack he had, you let your fingers touching his abs, feeling the way they flexed under your touch. Your eyes lowering further down to the happy trail leading down to the promised land. 

Making it so that it was your turn to swallow thickly thinking about that happening someday, you wanted him, plain as day now. It wasn't something you could avoid, some nights you'd toss and turn being so turned on just by thinking about him and his tongue piercing and how good he could make you feel.

You let yourself lean forward while you had the courage, placing gentle kisses to his nipple hearing him curse under his breath, sucking on the sensitive bud, letting your tongue swirl around his piercing. "Feels good," he grunted closing his eyes. You glanced up seeing the effect you had on him, making you feel powerful. 

With a pop, you pulled away rolling down his shirt and you continued to walk around in there like you hadn't just done that. "Oh you fucking minx," he cursed in frustration, looking at you as you eyed a bookshelf full of movies and other little trinkets that must have held a lot of meaning for him With a sly look over your shoulder you winked, "But you like it," He plonked down on his couch watching you with unabashed desire swirling in his eyes. 

The way he looked at you ignited that fire in your belly once again and your core started throbbing. You didn't say anything, instead a tiny smirk forming on your face as you kept walking around, touching different knickknacks he had being aware of his intense gaze on you.

"So, what are we doing?" you hummed taking a seat right next to him feeling him pull you into his lap, his fingers digging into your thighs as you bracketed your knees on either side of him, staring down at him. The more you got to know him, the more comfortable you felt around him, no longer afraid to tease him. 

You moved in attaching your lips to his neck placing gentle kisses there hearing him sigh, head cocked to the side. "I thought we could bake together," he started shakily, hands holding onto you tighter, "I grew up with mum always baking something back home, so I thought it could be a fun thing we could do," he shrugged trying to play off just how soft and pure this was. 

Your heart was growing about five sizes too big for this boy and this was the last thing you expected him to say while he had you in his lap, but you weren't complaining. "I'd love to," you whispered laying your head on his chest feeling how his heart was beating just a little bit faster than normal, which made you smile, he wasn't superhuman after all. "Really? You would?" he asked carding his fingers through your hair. Your head was a in a bit of a tailspin at the incredibly fast change of pace, but you liked this just as much. 

"Yeah of course, I love to bake, what did you have in mind?" "I thought we could do something relatively simple? Maybe brownies?" "I love brownies," you said excitedly, him letting out a breath as if he'd been holding it, "Were you nervous I wouldn't want to bake with you?" "I was afraid you'd think I was lame for rather wanting to spend my time with you letting you know about my family and bake with me, instead of fucking, or well...we can still have a bit of fun" he said cheekily after a moment of silence making you laugh. "I'd much rather do this anytime over a frat party. I prefer seeing you like this," you mused seeing the way his eyes crinkled as he smiled, turning his head to press a kiss to the centre of your palm. "Do you mean that?"

"I really do, the party scene isn't something for me, I much rather prefer doing these kinds of things. Have a quiet night in, baking, or like...pop a movie in, have a glass of wine, whatever. Trivia night at the pub? hell yeah, go bowling or even mini-golfing. Sign me the fuck up," you shrugged feeling his chest rumbling with laughter, "God marry me already," he joked making you laugh and you snuggled further into him, face nuzzled in his neck. "You smell really good," you hummed, "Thanks love, I showered for once before you came," he teased and you slapped his arm pulling back looking at him, seeing the cheeky grin. 

"You're such a dick at times you know," you smirked before getting up leaving him on the couch. "Wait where are you going? Come back," he said making grabby hands at you, "Get up lazy arse, we're baking," you clicked your tongue having a look around getting familiar opening different drawers and cabinets. 

Tom leaned against the door frame seeing you plucking out different measurements and ingredients. "You look so hot right now all bossy and direct," you heard him say, your cheeks flushed but you glanced at him seeing the grin across his face. "Don't think for a second you're getting out of this. You're making these brownies with me or so help me god," you threatened with a glint in your eye. 

He held his arms up in mock surrender walking over to you, arms wrapping around you from behind resting them on your stomach. "Tom come on," you laughed softly feeling him place a soft kiss on your neck, inching away because it tickled. "You can do the measuring and mix everything. Put those muscles to good use," you smirked, easily slipping out of his hold, turning the oven on to preheat it. 

You bit your lip looking over at him, seeing him do as he was told while you lined up the tin with baking paper. "You've been checking me out?" he smirked making you flush, glad that your face was hidden, "Just mix it together," you huffed in exasperation hearing his laugh ring out. "Hey Tom?" you asked walking back to him with the tray, "Yeah love?" your belly filled with warmth and pleasure whenever he called you love, "What's your fondest memory of being in the kitchen with your mum?" "Probably when I was around 7 or 8, mum let me help her in the kitchen making my birthday cake. I promptly wanted a fire truck cake and I felt so big and I was so proud of myself, helping her with measuring the ingredients and mixing the batter. I even got to help her put the cake in the oven, with her supervision of course," he chuckled, his eyes shining with fondness as he told you about the very precious memory. 

You couldn't help but to grin yourself picturing such a young Tom, sans all the piercings and tattoos, the way his eyes would lit up as he got to help his mum with his cake. "I bet that was the tastiest cake you've ever had," you smiled as he popped the brownie batter in the oven. He put the timer on before walking over to you, lifting you up on the counter gently, holding your body close. "It really was. I got to help decorate it and everything, the bragging rights I had for that cake was ridiculous," he murmured making you laugh softly. "I would too," you smiled letting your fingers rake through his buzz-cut watching the way his eyes closed.

"You look even more like a bad boy with this buzz-cut," you murmured as he opened his eyes looking at you, "Bad boy huh?" he smirked and you smacked his arm, "You know you are," you huffed, feeling the way he placed his hands on your hips, your legs opening to let him stand between them. "I'm glad I let you talk me into that date," you murmured watching as he leaned forward kissing your nose. "I am too,"                                                             ---- The rest of the evening was spent on a very small couch he had, watching reruns of New Girl, both of you gorging on the brownies that tasted fucking amazing, "Your mum taught you very well," you said softly, head resting on his chest and your legs entwined. You nuzzled your face closer to him, being on the brink of almost falling asleep because you were so comfortable and his fingers running up and down your arms. "I love that you sound so shocked," he mumbled sarcastically making you let out a sleepy giggle. "'m sorry," you grinned lifting your head up, resting your chin on his chest seeing him already watching you. "It's okay love," he hummed.

Something fell over the two of you, a shift settling and all you felt was calmness. Your eyes darting between his eyes and his lips. He was doing the same, slowly leaning forward and your heart started beating faster as you realized what was about to happen. 

Without knowing it, you were holding your breath in anticipation and only let it out when his breath fell onto your lips. His hand came up to cup your cheek and you held onto his wrist, feeling his pulse racing. "Can-" he started and you nodded quickly, "-yes, please," you whispered swallowing and his lips brushed over yours. Your eyes automatically closing as his lips caught yours in a lock. You felt like your skin was buzzing, every touch of his sending electricity coursing through your entire body, lighting it up from the inside out.

 Your lips finding a rhythm with ease as they glided along each other. He deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping along your lip causing you to let out an involuntary sigh, parting your lips for him to slip his inside of your mouth. You let out a small moan feeling the cold metal of his tongue piercing against your own. Your hand moving up to hold his face as your tongues battled it out.

Ever so slowly he pulled away and you took a much needed breath, your faces still milimetres away from his, you were so close you could count his eyelashes and had a close-up of all of his freckles. "That was quite something," he hummed with a pleased smile and you couldn't help but to smile back, pecking his lips repeatedly. 

Now that you've gotten a taste of his kisses you wanted more. "It really was," you agreed in between kisses.  You easily moved into his lap, straddling him as you held onto him, both of you going back to kissing passionately and needily. 

Hands roaming and exploring each others bodies, just as your tongues were exploring each others mouths. "I don't think you should go out in this weather and it's really late," he said once you broke away from the kiss, both of you out of breath with swollen lips, a crinkle in your eyes. You glanced out the window seeing the storm.

 It was nasty looking, and to be fair, you really did want to stay the night. "Okay," "I'm not gonna lie, I thought I was going to have to work harder to make you stay the night," he laughed, you looked at him with a glint in your eyes. "Are you trying to get me into bed?" His own eyes twinkled with mischief, "You offering?" "I'll take the couch," you grinned at his antics, "No c'mon, you're my guest you can take the bed," he refused and you gave him a look, "It's one night, I think I can manage your couch," you said pecking his lips but he was adamant. "Or...we share the bed?" he asked looking at you questioningly. "Alright, but you keep your hands to yourself," you warned and he smirked which made the throb between your legs come back full force at the prospect of sharing a bed with him. "Don't worry about my hands, you should keep yours to yourself because I know I'm hot," he said puffing his chest out. "You're more than welcome to sleep on the floor you know," you smiled sugary-sweet. "Like I'm gonna give up an opportunity to have you in my bed," he scoffed, "Oh my god, let's just go to bed already," you shook your head with a small laugh, climbing off of him. 

You got up and walked to his bedroom. It was the first time you were in there, seeing the simple twin-sized bed, more pictures hung up on the walls and a closet. Along with clothes strewn across the floor and some random papers here and there. "I figured you'd want something more comfortable to sleep in," he said holding out a t-shirt and a pair of sweats. "Oh thank you," you said softly, taking the clothes from him. "I'll go get ready in the bathroom," he said easily and you let out a breath the second he was gone, letting yourself feel overwhelmed for a moment while you were alone with your thoughts. 

You'd never shared a bed before with anyone, so a little bit of nervousness was just part of the package. You quickly stripped out of your clothes and decided to just put his t-shirt on. It made you look like you were swimming in it, but it smelled exactly like him and that was quickly becoming your favourite scent. 

You were definitely gonna take this shirt to sleep in. You glanced at his bed crawling into it, and just as you were about to pull the covers over you, he walked inside again. You swallowed thickly seeing him in his boxers only and the way his eyes took you in, clad in just a t-shirt of his. "This is a sight I could get used to," he said going over to the bed and crawling in beside you. It was a tight fit, but also made for a perfect excuse for you to cuddle up to Tom. 

"Me too," you grinned, softly kissing him as your legs tangled together under the covers and he wrapped a strong arm around you. The both of you sharing lazy kisses and gentle touches. "Goodnight," you whispered once you broke away, just as he turned off the lights and you cuddled up against him, pulling the comforter over you. "Goodnight love, sweet dreams," he whispered feeling his lips on your forehead.                                                            ---- The next morning, you woke up before Tom, still wrapped up in his arms. You took this time to really admire him, seeing the way his eyelashes rested against his cheeks, the way his lips were formed in a tiny pout, soft snores escaped him.

You were so fucking smitten with this boy. Your gaze moved down to his arm, seeing the intricate details of his tattoos, gently tracing them with your finger. "That one is for my grandpa," his raspy morning voice cracked slightly. A gentle smile formed on your face now seeing as how he was awake. You leaned down giving it a gentle kiss. "Good morning," you said laying down beside him feeling him pull you close. "Morning love, how'd you sleep?" he asked rubbing his eyes. All of this felt so sickeningly cute and domestic. Making you feel like your heart was gonna burst out of your rib cage. "The best sleep I've had in a long, long time," you confessed seeing his face brighten, "Me too, you should sleep over more often," he grinned cheekily pressing a kiss on your cheek. "Don't get ahead of yourself now," you teased feeling him peck your lips.   "You hungry?" he asked sitting up while you burrowed into his duvet, unwilling to get up just yet, you being far too comfortable there, "A bit," "Well, we've got brownies," he offered making you giggle. "Sounds like an excellent breakfast,"                                                            ---- Weeks flew by, Tom and you got even closer. The two of you alternated between hanging out at each others dorms, hanging out with your mutual friends and spending the night there.

 Other nights you had date nights where usually you'd find some fun activity to try out. Tonight was the NYE party at Tom's frat house, which of course you were going to with your friends.   The more time you'd spent with him you noticed that Tom had cut back on going to the parties ever since you came into his life. It made you feel warm inside, knowing that there had been a change in him. And you were part of the reason why.

You never wanted to change him against his own will and it was something you'd made abundantly clear, but he was adamant that he didn't mind it and that he'd much rather spend his time with you over those silly parties any day nowadays. For the both of you it was a no-brainer that the two of you were dating, but it would be very nice to be able to call him your boyfriend, and for him to call you his girlfriend. 

So that was where you were now, boyfriend and girlfriend. While you got ready tom fired off a text to you, asking where you were, which brought you back to this evening. Q

uickly typing out a message that you had arrived at the frat house. Already you could hear the music blaring from outside and you knew it was gonna be absolutely packed. You still weren't crazily fond of these parties, but it was NYE and it was Tom. 

You'd walk through fire for him if he asked you. Once inside, you were greeted with even louder music and people everywhere. There wasn't a single space that wasn't occupied somehow. You bit your lip knowing it was going to be damn near impossible to find Tom now in this crowd.

"Hey Y/N!" a voice called out making you look up seeing one of Tom's best and closest friends, Harrison with his signature cheeky smile and slightly bloodshot eyes from already going hard with the booze. At that you smiled feeling a little more comfortable and relieved that you had seen a familiar face.

"Hey Harrison!" you greeted, "Do you happen to know where Tom is?" you shouted so he could hear you over the loud music, the bass vibrating through your body. "Yeah, I'll take you to him!" he shouted back, taking your hand and guiding you through the crowd. "You're good for him you know," he said and you glanced at him seeing the genuine smile grazing his lips. "How so?" you called back,

"Before you he fucked anything and anyone that walked, but now? You've got him wrapped around his finger and he's just," he turned his head slightly, contemplating which word to use, "a better person for knowing you, you've not really tamed him, but you've made him shift priorities. That's not a bad thing, hell, his grades in school are getting better thanks to you," Harrison laughed not realizing the impact his words had on you.

Tom's grades were improving? He never told you that. Nevertheless, the pride coursing through you was overwhelming. A grin spreading over your face once your eyes finally landed on him, seeing him in an intense game of beer pong.  

As if he could tell you had walked into the room, he looked up seeing you there. Wordlessly he put the paddle down and he walked over to you, embracing you in a tight hug, giving you a sweet kiss making you giggle against his lips, "Hiya love," he grinned as he held you close to him, "hi baby," you grinned as you tasted the beer on his tongue, "kicking ass are we?" you teased looking over at the pool table. "You know it!" he winked, "You gonna give me a prize if I win?" he asked adorably, "Well, then you'd better win," you smirked with a slight smirk, slapping his ass teasingly as he walked back to the pool table, throwing a wink your way, "This is for you love," he called out.

You grinned watching him and his teammate successfully sinking the ball into the opposing team's cup, making them drink up. It was a given that Tom was winning this game, the way he walked over to you when the game was finished with a confident stride. His hands firmly holding your hips, "Soo...what's my prize?" he asked as his lips attached to your neck, "Well," you started trailing a finger down the front of his shirt seeing his eyes change colour to something more dark and sinful, 

"You might be getting that prize later, away from prying eyes...all alone in your bedroom," you whispered, letting your lips graze his earlobe, feeling him shiver and his grip on you tightening. "Fucking right I am," he said, licking his lips when you pulled away to look at him. You gave him an impish smile, kissing him and tugging on his bottom lip teasingly, hearing his low groan. Let the teasing begin.                                                           ---- You kept that up all night long, riling him up and teasing him. He never strayed far from you, just like you didn't want to stray too far from him either as you hung out with his and your mutual friends. 

He had you firmly in his lap, gently mouthing and nibbling on your neck making it hard for you to keep focus on your friends and what they were saying. "Tom," you warned in a whisper, turning your head to look at him, seeing him looking at you with those eyes of his that could melt a glacier. "What? I want my prize now love," he murmured impatiently. You leaned forward capturing his pouty lip between yours, tugging on it feeling him let out a soft moan, only meant for your ears. "Let's go then," you whispered breaking the kiss.

The two of you finally made it inside of his room, him making sure that the door was locked so no one would interrupt you. While he did that, you toed off your shoes. "Have I mentioned how fucking gorgeous you look tonight?" he murmured attaching his lips to your neck as you let out a tiny moan, exposing your neck for him to keep kissing. 

Your nimble fingers quickly working on un-buttoning his shirt, you pushed it off him as you lowered your head, kissing over his nipple and sucking on it, letting your tongue flick the piercing hearing the ragged breath he drew. "Love," he warned as your nails scraped across his abs, feeling them ripple under your touch. 

You ran your fingers teasingly along the seam of his boxers making him groan. "I've wanted this all night," you whispered, leaving open mouth kisses all along his chest and abdomen, your teeth nipping on his hipbones hearing his curse and the way he gripped your hair. "You're driving me wild," he cursed. You fell to your knees, working his jeans quickly, pulling them down along with his boxers coming face-to-face with his rock hard cock, seeing how it curled up toward his belly. 

The sight alone made your pussy clench and you licked your lips, glancing up at Tom seeing him watch you with hooded eyes. You swallowed, letting your hand wrap around his cock. He hissed as your cool hand came in contact with his cock, your hand pumping him and your thumb collected the pre-come using it to make for an easier glide. "God that's so good," he grunted as you twisted your wrist, squeezing him at the base, growing bolder and bolder with each of his praises. 

You leaned forward, licking a stripe along the underside of his cock hearing his low growl, right before you wrapped your lips around the head, sucking away like it was a lolly, pulling a string of moans and curses from Tom's lips. "Wanna make you feel good," you moaned against him, the vibrations making him moan. 

He gripped your hair tighter as you mouthed along at the tip, your tongue licking the slit, feeling him grip your hair in a ponytail keeping your hair out of your face. "You do, you're making me feel so good," he panted as you sucked harder, taking more of him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks out. 

What you couldn't reach with your mouth, you used your hand, pumping him faster. "Come for me," you moaned looking up at him with your wide eyes. You felt him throbbing and pulsating in your mouth right before he came with a shout, you moaning around him, swallowing everything he gave you. "God damn you're incredible," he panted. 

You wiped your lips feeling a surge of pride run through you as you stood up, giving him a passionate kiss. "Fuck me," you begged against his lips before he pulled away and you let out a small whimper, wanting to keep kissing him. "You sure love?" he asked. You'd done a lot of things together, but you hadn't actually had sex yet.

"I'm positive," you assured looking into his eyes. He kept your gaze, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation but he found none. He backed you over to the bed, lowering you on it and placing kisses all over your body. He hiked your dress up over your stomach exposing your lace panties. 

You got wetter and wetter by the second feeling him place kisses all along your inner thighs, alternating between scorching kisses and gently biting down making you moan. "Please Tom," you begged feeling his hot breath on your centre through your panties, feeling like you were gonna explode without a single touch. He finally pulled down your panties and you sucked in a sharp breath feeling his tongue at your centre, licking a fat stripe all along your folds. 

You let out a moan, rutting your hips up for more, feeling his tongue fuck into of you. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and you threaded your fingers in his short hair feeling him put that skilled tongue of his to good use. Before Tom, you'd never had an orgasm, but since meeting him, the two of you had a lot of fun exploring what you liked the best. You let out a cry, gripping onto his hair even tighter now hips lifting off the bed when he circled your clit with his mouth. His tongue piercing finding your clit and you let out a broken sob, making stars explode behind your eyelids. "Oh god," you cried out bucking your hips feeling the fire building in the pit of your stomach, desperately chasing your orgasm. 

"You make the prettiest noises when you're close, love," he hummed against your clit and you let out a high-pitched moan, the vibrations running all the way through your body. 

From the tip of your toes all the way up to your head. Your body felt like it was on fire, your legs starting to shake. "Gonna come," you choked pulling harder on his hair feeling his finger slowly slide inside of you, curving it to find your spot easily. Thrusting his finger against it repeatedly making you cry out in sheer pleasure as your orgasm crashed into you with formidable force.

You chanted his name over and over as you came, feeling him lapping up your juices as you began coming down from your high, your legs still shaking post-orgasm. He kissed his way up your body, his lips finding yours and you couldn't help but to moan tasting yourself on his lips.

"That was incredible," you praised him feeling his smile against your lips, "I'm glad, you look divine when you come," he murmured breaking the kiss and you let out a giggle. You removed your dress, taking your bra with you before laying down on the bed, seeing him reaching into the bed side table, pulling out a condom. "You still wanna do this?" he asked wanting to double-check one last time, "Yes, if you won't fuck me I'll go find someone else who will," you moaned impatiently seeing him roll the condom on. 

"You wouldn't fucking dare," he growled getting ontop of you, pinning your arms above your head to keep you in place. Your heart raced the action as you let out a moan, bucking your hips greedily feeling his cock brush against your entrance. "Oh god," you breathed sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, looking up at Tom seeing him watching you, "I'll be gentle," he assured leaning down to kiss you as he slid inside of you. "You're big," you chuckled breathily, trying to stay in the moment and not get completely overwhelmed. 

"You okay?" he asked against your lips, "I'm fine, just gotta adjust for a second," you promised, letting him kiss you, your mouth opening as he sucked on your bottom lip making you moan. "Move," you encouraged, raising your hips, hearing a pained groan leave his lips. 

You clung to him, nails digging into his back as he pulled out of you, just to thrust back inside, still taking it slow. It wasn't until you were a moaning and sweaty mess under him that he picked his pace up, his hand on your thigh and pulling it over his shoulder. 

You gasped at the new angle, feeling like a whole new world  of pleasure opened up for you.

"Oh fuck," you whimpered feeling his cock hit your spot, his hips rolling in a circle, knowing exactly how to move his hips to bring you the most pleasure. You didn't want to disappoint so you began rolling your hips too, meeting his thrusts hearing him curse. "Fuck honey," he grunted, grasping onto the sheets holding it so tightly his knuckles turned white. "You fuck me so good," you purred in his ear feeling him pick up his pace, thrusting harder into you. 

You let out a moan as your orgasm began building for a second time, your stomach tensing and your pussy clenched down around him, "So fucking tight," he grunted, fingers sliding down to your front and starting to rub your clit. Your eyes rolled back and you clenched down hard around him, head thrown back in pleasure as your orgasm took over, feeling your entire body trembling and shaking. 

Tom let out a shout before you felt him pulsating as he came into the condom. He collapsed on top of you and you clung to him, running your fingers up and down his back as the both of you came down from your highs, bodies sticking together with sweat. 

You tried catching your breath, feeling nothing but pure bliss and happiness, "That was amazing," he took the words right out of your mouth as he looked up at you with a happy smile on his face. You melted at the sight of his disheveled state. 

Cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling and his hair was all mussed up from how you'd pulled it. "I don't think I'm letting you out of this bed now," you grinned saucily, 

"Oh no I've created a monster," he grinned and you swatted his arm, "Watch it you," you smiled feeling him roll off you and he got out of the bed. While you cuddled down under the covers, waiting for him to join you. "Come back, it's cold," you called out as a pout formed on your lips. "However shall I warm you up?" He returned moments later, crawling back in bed wrapping himself around you like an octopus. 

You let out a content sigh snuggling into his chest. "Gee I wonder," you smirked, hips bucking into him and you definitely felt him stirring again which made desire pool between your legs once more. "You're my favourite person," he mumbled after a moment of silence, again taking you completely by surprise at his gentle and soft demeanor. His words bringing tears to your eyes because it was such an innocent thing to say. "You're my favourite person too in the whole wide world," you whispered emotionally, looking at him and he smiled, wiping your tears away before kissing you adoringly, cupping your cheek. "This is gonna be the best year yet," he murmured against your lips,

"Yeah it is, which, we really should start off with a bang." you readily agreed, kissing him and swiftly rolling on top of him, hearing the grunt he let out.

"Fuck yeah we are,"