#it comes out near my birthday and I already have a dress picked out to wear when it comes to theaters

[lavenderchqn]

✧・┆drunk on love — lyney

— it's the evening of lyney's birthday when you receive a call to retrieve your drunk partner from the lovely hands of his friend group's.

this piece is set after the story of red lines, although it works as a standalone read~

content warning: lyney is drunk. he's silly, but he's drunk.

Your eyes are barely open when your phone rings. You’ve been trying to finish correcting your master thesis for the entire evening, after sending your boyfriend out to spend his birthday with his friends. Taking a glance at the caller, as well as the time, you notice it’s Wriothesley. 

You answer the phone, worry already seeping into your mind. “Hello?”. There are so many things that could’ve gone wrong… given Lyney’s ability to handle alcohol. 

“Hi,” Wriothesley says breathlessly, sounding more than exhausted. “Sorry to be calling you so late.” 

“It’s alright, what’s up?” You interrupt, drumming your other hand on your keyboard. “You sound miserable, man.” 

“Tell me about it…” He says voice muffled as if he’s covered his mouth with his hand. “I hate being the designated driver on nights like these.” 

“They made you the designated driver?!” Shock fills your voice. “You didn’t drink, did you?” 

“I didn’t, don’t worry—“ Wriothesley laughs. “Quite amusing to see this lot completely drunk. I mean, Neuvillette has been crying about Furina breaking one of her nails for the entire time.” 

“Ahh, gotcha.” You nod to yourself, hoping that the man will get back on track soon. “Do you need my help with something?” You ask. Wriothesley calling you is not something that happens regularly. At most, he'd only send you embarrassing pictures of your boyfriend. 

“Lyney’s been calling out for you since he took a shot of whiskey. I don’t think I can take him, Furina and Neuvillette home without a drink myself in between…” 

As if on cue, Lyney — the man in question — seems to notice he’s being talked about that. You can hear a sudden movement followed by a cheerful laugh. 

“Hi, baby!~” Lyney’s voice seems more joyous than ever. Yeah, that man is as drunk as a kite. “I miss you so so so much!!” 

“Having fun?” You ask, a small smile gracing your face. Given how stressful the winter season was for everyone involved, with the ever-nearing period of defending their scientific titles approaching, you felt nothing but happiness that Lyney went out to celebrate his birthday with his friends. 

“Not the same without youu…” With how he's speaking, there must be a small pout on his face — his eyebrows knit. “No, no no… Wrio, let me talk man…” Ah. Wriothesley must be making a deal with your boyfriend to retrieve his phone. 

“As I was saying,” The sole sober person speaks. “You’d do me a huge favour by coming to pick your prince.” 

“I’ll go put on my shoes and be on the way.” You say. “Just send me the address. Oh, and don’t allow Lyney to drink more, alright?” 

“Will do. Thanks, and sorry, again” 

The message containing the group’s location comes the moment you end the call. Dressing yourself in anything comfortable, you’re ready to head out and take Lyney’s car. Ever since getting your driver’s license, he swore the only car you’d ever need is his. 

Luckily the road is not too crowded, nor glistened from the rain despite all the inside jokes of Neuvillette’s tears causing it. You arrive without much issue, already spotting the group as you pull up to the parking lot. 

Wriothesley is busy balancing an asleep Furina and Neuvillette who keeps on sobbing, head supported on his shoulder. Lyney’s standing on his two feet, zipping up his jacket. Lovely. Perhaps getting him back to the house will be easier than expected. He seems to spot you, approaching as you park the vehicle. 

His eyes curve into straight lines as he breaks into a smile. Swaying from side to side, he throws himself into your embrace, burying his face into your shoulder. “Missed youuu”

“One child less to care for?” You ask Wriothesley while patting Lyney’s head.

“Unless you turn the car around…” He chuckles, readjusting Neuvillette’s position. “Thanks for the help, really.” 

“Happy to help, Wrio.” With that, you split — each of you heading to their car. With the way you’re both basically dragging other people, it does take a while. “Message me when you’re home!” You shout as he’s settling his friends into the backseat. 

“You too!”   

“You’re going need to let go of me, Love.” You say, still patting Lyney’s head. It’s been almost five minutes of you standing out in the cold, your partner too clingy to allow you to drive the two of you back. “I promise you, once we’re home you’ll get all the cuddles.” 

The blonde turns his head, looking directly at you. It’s unfair, you think, that even underneath this lighting, he still looks like a statue. His hair is unusually curly, and a pair of glasses is balancing on his nose. Not to mention the pure delight in his violet eyes, matching the warm, albeit drunk smile. 

“Pinky?” He extends his finger, looking determined. Of course, he’d make you promise something as silly as this. You quickly interlock with one of your own, moving afterwards to open his door. 

“Get in,” You smile, holding the door for him. “You’re the passenger prince today.” 

All you can hear back is the tiny gibberish thoughts of a drunken man. You help him with the safety belt, and only when you confirm he’s actually buckled in, do you take your designated driver’s seat. 

For the first time during your ride, it’s completely quiet. You’re unsure if Lyney’s fallen asleep, but checking the overhead mirror tells you his eyes are very much awake. His head sways slightly as if he was listening to music. 

“What’s on the playlist?” You ask, leaning your head towards him, as to signal you’re talking to him. 

“Marry you.” 

You blink, momentarily distracted by his response. “Marry you? That’s what's in your head right now?" You tease, stealing a quick glance in his direction. 

Lyney nods enthusiastically, though the movement is a bit too exaggerated in his tipsy state. “Yep! As Bruno says… It’s a beautiful night,” he slurs with a dreamy smile. “I wanna marry youuuuu.” His voice, although off-key, is filled with unmistakable affection, and it takes everything in you not to laugh.

“You’re so drunk, baby.” You say with a chuckle, shaking your head at him missing some of the words.

“But I’m honest!” He protests, his pout returning. “I think we should… should get married. Like, tomorrow. Or maybe today? We’re both free today!” 

“Lyney,” You sigh, though you can’t hide the grin tugging at your lips. “You’re not even going to remember this conversation in the morning.” 

“Will too!” He insists, crossing his arms in a huff, though his coordination betrays him and he almost smacks himself in the face. “I’ll remember everything. Like how much I love you, and how I wanna spend all my birthdays with you. And how…” His voice trails off, softer now. “How you’re the best thing in my whole world.” 

Your heart squeezes at his words, even if they’re fuelled by alcohol. “Alright, my sweet drunk prince,” You say gently. “Let’s get you home first, and then we can talk about this… grand proposal of yours.” 

“Promise?” He mumbles, already starting to doze off. 

“I promise,” You reply softly, glancing at him through the mirror again. His eyelids are drooping, his lips curled into a content smile as sleep claims him. 

date of posting — february 2nd 2025

[muffinghostie]

Y’all when the Barbie movie comes out I will enter my most powerful form and nobody can stop me.

[pizdasi]

AND YOU DID IT AT MY BIRTHDAY DINNER

when you attended your friend’s birthday dinner you didn’t think things would get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 with the waiter. fortunately, thinking was never your strong suit.

cw: smut (mdni), substance abuse, degradation, sex under the influence, petnames

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“tati!” your friend turned around to look for the person calling her name. when she saw it was you who called for her, a smile lit up her face. “oh my god, y/n, i can’t believe you made it!” she said while reaching out for a hug. “wow, you look amazing, and the dress? stunning, to die for!” she said as she stepped back and took a good look at you.

you didn’t want to stand out too much so you decided on the safest option - a little black dress. it had been a few years since you last had the chance to wear it though, so it had gotten a bit short, ending somewhat closer to your crotch than your knees. since you didn’t think to try it on before the dinner there wasn’t any time left for last minute outfit changes, even if you felt a bit uncomfortable.

“here’s your seat, right next to me!” tati said with excitement and pulled the chair out for you. as you sat down she stood up and tapped her wine glass with a fork. “everyone, thank you so much for coming, i’m honored all of you could make it to my birthday dinner!”

she went on but you couldn’t focus on what she was saying because something, well, someone else caught your attention.

in the corner of the restaurant you saw the staff. more specifically, your eyes focused on a waiter. you tried to look at his name tag but before you could make it out, his gaze met yours. suddenly an applause broke out. you looked at tati and realized she had finished her speech. you looked back at where the waiter had been standing and he was gone.

after a while, your table had picked what to order and tati signaled to a waiter to come. as people were listing their orders you looked up at the waiter.

it was him. “namgyu”. you had the chance to read the name tag now. he stopped scribbling on his notepad and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. you panicked a bit, could he have heard your thoughts? you couldn’t bring yourself to utter a single word. “do you not know what you want to order yet, y/n…?” tati asked with a hint of confusion in her voice after a few seconds of silence. oh, right, it was my turn to order. “uhm, i’ll have chimichangas, please.” you managed to say through some stuttering. you felt your face slowly turning red. you looked at the waiter again and saw him writing down your order with a slight smirk on his face.

“alright, anything else?” he looked around the table and left his gaze lingering on you. for a second it felt like he glanced lower than he should’ve, but you were sure you were just imagining things. it was a really fancy restaurant after-all.

you spent the next 15 minutes waiting on your food, but mostly glancing around the restaurant to see if namgyu was near. in the few times you managed to spot him, his eyes were already on you.

though you didn’t want to admit it, his presence made you nervous and your mouth water. he wasn’t even all that, but still, there was something that drew you to him. his nonchalance perhaps?

even though you tried to resist it, you couldn’t help but wonder how his lips tasted and how he would’ve felt when tasting you. you weren’t sure if you were slowly losing your sanity or just ovulating (probably both), but one thing was certain - you needed that man.

after what felt like hours, dishes were being delivered to your table by no-one other than your latest obsession. every time he put down the plates, he slowly looked at you before walking away.

finally you saw him coming over with your food. “and chimichangas, best for last. enjoy your meal.” he scoffed after licking his bottom lip and returning to his duties. your felt your heart starting to beat faster. the tension that might’ve very well just been your delusions was getting to you.

“sorry, i need to go the bathroom, i’ll be right back.” before tati could answer, you got up and quickly headed for the toilet. thankfully it was empty.

you stood in front of the mirror, leaning over the sink. as you stared at your reflection you couldn’t stop thinking how good namgyu’s hands would look all over your body. you lightly dragged your fingers across your neck and chest, imagining they were his.

“you need help with that?” you jumped while covering your mouth from shock. he was standing right in front of the door, holding it closed behind him.

the air had never felt heavier as you were trying to think of something to say, anything. “t-this is the women’s room!” you replied with a somewhat accusatory tone in your voice. “and i’m an employee here. now stop avoiding my question.” he said while taking small steps to get closer as you backed away.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you said with a slightly shaky voice while hitting the wall behind you. you couldn’t back away any further but he was still getting closer.

he stopped right in front of you with his hands in his pockets, tilting his head a bit. “don’t act all shy now after you’ve been eye fucking me all night. you’re fucking stupid if you thought i wasn’t going to notice.” he said as his smile grew bigger. you gulped. it was over, you were caught. you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything so you just looked at the floor in silence.

“hey, look at me.” he said while suddenly lifting your face with one hand and lightly slapping it with the other. “open up, slut. ahh.” his thumb dragged over your bottom lip as he gestured for you to open your mouth. you were taken aback but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. you opened your mouth and before you could react, namgyu stuck his fingers in. as he made you suck on his digits, his left hand found itself creeping down onto your chest.

“you’ve got great tits, you know? i’d love to suck on them.” he smiled widely as he lowered his face to your neck and started placing sloppy kisses all over it, leaving your knees feeling weaker and occasional whimpers escaping your mouth.

“be quiet, baby, you don’t want everyone to hear what a whore you are now, do you?” he took your wrists in his hand and pinned them to the wall above your head while his other hand found its way to your thighs. he held eye contact with a serious expression on his face as his fingers moved closer to your inner thigh.

“you like that?” he said softly while rubbing his hand over your underwear. “what if someone comes inside?” you said in between some muffled moans. “that’s what makes it exciting!” he replied with an almost insane expression on his face.

he slipped his hand in your underwear. “fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me and i haven’t even done anything yet.” he pushed a finger inside you, earning a gasp from you. he began thrusting his fingers slowly, making you feel dizzy. his hand finally let go of your wrists and your hands fell on his shoulders. he grabbed you by your neck as he began picking up the pace, looking you straight in the eyes.

you couldn’t hold off any longer. you felt yourself reaching the climax, causing you to cover your mouth with your hand to silence the noises that escaped you uncontrollably. you held onto his shoulders tighter as you came all over his fingers. as you were gasping for air in his arms, you heard the bathroom door open.

“y/n?!” tati said in shock. namgyu brought the hand that was just in you to his lips and put his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean. “hmm, the main dish tastes different tonight.” he grinned, “my apartment is across the street.” he whispered as he leaned closer. “i’m getting fired anyway, might as well make the most of it.” he said as he walked out of the bathroom.

“y/n, what the fuck is going on? why was he in here? did he- is that why you were talking so long?” tati frantically tried to find an explanation. but adrenaline was rushing through you and the orgasm you just reached was so fucking amazing you couldn’t really think straight. “i’m sorry, tati, i have to go.” you rushed out of the restroom. “for what? to suck dick and cock?” she yelled after you, feeling betrayed, “i mean time and place!” understandably so. after-all, you did this at her birthday dinner.

you stormed out of the restaurant and found namgyu already waiting for you. “take this.” he said as he took out a pill you couldn’t recognize, “it’ll make you feel even better.” even though you had never done this before, you wanted to obey him. he was the one who had just made you feel like heaven so you trusted his word.

you took the pill a second after he took one as well. he then grabbed your face and placed a passionate kiss on your lips. “let’s go, chimi.”

the second you two walked into the apartment, he slammed the door behind you and began making out with you while simultaneously taking off his uniform. his hands found the zipper on your dress and soon after that, you were left standing in just your underwear.

“can you get on your knees for me, chimi? hm?” he said while unbuckling his belt. “why the fuck do you keep calling me chimi? my name’s-” you were cut off, “because you ordered fucking chimichangas, nobody orders fucking chimichangas.” he said while laughing akin to a maniac.

you were left speechless. to be honest, the pill he gave you earlier was starting to hit you so you couldn’t have cared less what he called you, you just knew you needed him inside you more than ever. “knees… please?” he said with his eyebrows raised and a cheeky smile on his face. you were pretty sure he was clinically insane but that wasn’t going to stop you.

you slowly got down on your knees while holding eye contact. you were about to pull down his boxers, when you suddenly heard the toilet flush. a second after that, you saw a tall purple haired man walk into the room. “yo, namsu, my man!”

“oh my god, what the fuck are you doing here, when did you get back?” namgyu yelled back at him. “my brother, i missed you!” he started walking towards namgyu with open arms. “dont fucking touch me, bro! get the fuck out, i’m trying to get fucked right now, god!” he said in frustration while pushing him away.

“no worries, namsu, i’ll be in my room if you need anything.” the purple haired guy said. “no, thanos, get the fuck out of this apartment right now. go to mina’s place or a club, i don’t give a fuck, just get the fuck out!” namgyu yelled as he pushed him out of the flat, locking the door behind him.

“fuck, i feel so bisexual right now!” he exclaimed in annoyance. “you mean bipolar?” you finally spoke up still, in the same spot on your knees. “i don’t know the fucking difference, both! fuck…” he sighed, “just open your mouth for me, angel.”

and you did. he pulled down his underwear and revealed the absolute monster cock he had been hiding. before you could think about it, your hands reached for it, stroking it slowly and rubbing it over your face. in a moment of bravery, your lips got closer to the tip and you started sucking on it as you took off your bra. “fuck yeah, baby, that’s right. take it, take all of it.” he moaned as you gagged on his dick, “such a fucking good girl. so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

after he started pushing your head, it didn’t take long for him to start whimpering. as he did, he lifted you without warning and carried you over his shoulder to his bedroom. he laid you down on your back and got on top of you, starting to lay sloppy kisses from your mouth down as he played with your nipples.

your panties were on the floor in an instant and his tounge on your clit, making you whine and grab at his hair. “yeah, that’s-” you moaned, “don’t stop!” he buried his head in between your thighs as he sucked on all the right places before getting to your tits and lightly biting your nipple.

he grabbed you by your waist and turned you around so you were lying on your stomach. “ass up.” you did as he said and arched your back. “such a pretty pussy.” his arms wrapped around your thighs, his hands spreading your ass, as he got all up in your holes, his tongue in your pussy and his nose on your asshole.

he flipped you back on your back. “you ready to take all of me, slut?” he said while caressing your cheek. you nodded in response because you weren’t able to do much more.

he spread your legs and started rubbing his tip over your clit, earning shaky breaths from you. when he put it in you cried out. “fuck, babygirl, you feel so good!” he moaned. you felt so dizzy and ecstatic you couldn’t even do anything but moan uncontrollably. you weren’t sure if it was entirely the pills fault you couldn’t control yourself because namgyu was making you feel things you’ve never felt before.

“feels… so good!” you managed to get out between gasps and moans. “you look even better when i’m fucking your brains out.” he grunted while holding your legs spread. you felt yourself reaching the climax, “i-i’m gonna cum!” you cried out. at those words he fastened his pace, “cum for me then, slut.” your hands covered your mouth as you screamed incoherent words.

namgyu felt himself about to cum when he saw you shaking and orgasming under him. he pulled his cock out of you and started jerking it. he grunted and moaned after he finally came all over your stomach. he exhaled and laid on his back next to you. “see, wasn’t that so much better than your stupid fucking dinner and stupid fucking chimichangas?”

[90ekz]

across the map.

☾ summary: usually onyankapon likes to keep his face shaven and sleek, but once he notices how you can’t keep your eyes off his new facial feature, he has other plans.

☆ tags: black fem reader, chubby reader, facial hair kink (??? idk man), sub!ony for like 2 seconds, overstimulation, porn w small plot, teasing, creampie, p in v, liberal use of “ma” & “mama”, mention of pregnancy, not proofread, vaginal fingering, onyan & y/n are roommates in college, business major onyan <3

♡ a/n: sorry for being gone so long, i’ve literally been so busy 😭😭, but thank y’all for 500 followers !!! the support means the world to me.

it wasn’t even intentional.

onyankapon had gotten so busy with his classes overseas that he’d slipped up on his weekly shave. he typically didn’t grow facial hair very fast anyway, but all of a sudden his goatee was sprouting like weeds.

he couldn’t figure out why, until he’d locked eyes with the facial serum connie had gifted him for his birthday. dumbass.

in theory, onyankapon should’ve already shaved it. he told himself that he wouldn’t do it the night before his flight, but he really didn’t have time to keep up with that promise.

and he was lazy.

onyankapon tried to ignore it, but everytime he went to touch his face he was reminded of it, and it just made him cringe. he was finally going home to you tomorrow, and he wanted to look perfect for his baby.

when he’d left home three weeks ago, you were so sympathetic and understanding about the lack of time you were gonna have to talk but still a bit somber, knowing your conversations would be reduced to good morning & good night texts.

now, he stood over his hotel room sink, attempting to both not fall asleep and shave at the same time.

it wasn’t working.

“fuck it. not even finna do allat,” he just flicked the bathroom light off, knowing had a long flight in the morning and it was already nearing one in the morning. he just hoped you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable with his stubble.

the next morning, onyankapon felt his lips curl upward when he received a million texts of you being so giddy about him coming home.

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: BAE

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: OMG BABY UR COMING HOME 2DAY

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: HAVE A GOOD FLIGHT BABY ILYSMMMM

the whole flight home, all onyankapon could think of was your plush lips against his and that round ass that he would inevitably be fondling soon. the woman next to him probably thought he was a psychopath from the way he was randomly giggling to himself.

walking off the plane and eventually into the baggage pick up area where he finally saw your face for the first time in almost a month, onyankapon was overwhelmed.

the way your face lit up when you saw him, your body in that pretty little skims dress, god.

he felt like he was in love again for the first time.

you threw yourself into his arms and he was just as excited to see you, but he couldn’t help but kneed the fat of your ass as you kissed him senseless.

“have some shame, we’re in public.”

“can’t help it. my sweet lil’ thing, i missed you…” you gasped as he gripped your ass once more, but not for the reason he thought you did. your eyes had finally zeroed in on his newly bearded face, and you couldn’t help the ache that suddenly appeared downward.

you never saw onyankapon’s facial hair, or rather, he never even gave you the opportunity to see it. as soon as you jokingly commented on how his stubble was tickling you, he was in the bathroom with the door locked while the clippers released a small whirring sound in the background.

you’d always been curious. you liked a lil goatee here and there, but it was never a major turn on or anything.

but on your nigga? yeah, you needed him bad.

he wet his lips as he peered down at you, even giving you a peek of his shiny diamond grill as he smiled at you. you trailed behind him slightly as he led you to your car, trying not to stumble from the heartbeat down below.

“shiiii, slut me out.”

“whatchu say, ma?”

“nun! cmon boy, you walk slow.”

onyankapon let his hands wander the whole drive home. on your thigh, rubbing against your nipples, even rubbing small circles onto your clit at one point.

you two barely got into the house before onyankapon was caging you against the wall and attacking your neck with his teeth. all you could hyperfocus on was the scratch of his beard against your sensitive skin.

your hand snaked to rub the sweet spot on his neck, smiling to yourself as he turned to putty. he smiled into your neck, his own hands wandering under the seam of your dress. his eyebrows jumped upward at your wetness.

“fuck.. all this for me mama?” you nod weakly as he immediately pushes two fingers knuckle deep into you, already knowing that you’d been preparing yourself for when he got home.

any words this man was saying to you were barely making it into your ears. anytime onyankapon spoke, you were immediately drawn to his lips and chin, and just how mature he looked.

it was almost sophisticated.

“been gone for so long and you won’t even focus on me. makin’ me sad, baby.” onyankapon breathed out, still a bit in disbelief that you were finally in his arms again. his fingers worked an almost melodic rhythm inside of your cunt, while his palm kept your clit company.

“more—fuck, onyyy,” you couldn’t help but whine out louder as his stubble scratched against your neck once more. the scratch only added to the knot threatening to burst in your stomach.

“shit, get these off mama.” onyankapon tugged at your dress and the panties underneath, silently begging you to get rid of them.

“you nasty.”

“you want me to make you nut or nah?” you just smacked your lips and removed your dress. his eyebrow quirked when you didn’t immediately take off the panties and bra accompanying it, but he dropped to his knees nonetheless.

you shivered at his warm breath ghosting against your clothed pussy. he continued to lap and lick at you, leaving a heavy feeling in your gut.

yet you still wanted more.

you wanted more for the sole purpose of feeling his chin hair scratch and rub against your pussy, your neck, all over you, wherever he wanted.

“c-can you—fuck!” onyankapon just smiled at you, already knowing what you wanted him to do, all you needed to do was beg for it. he just continued his skillful movements, just wanting to tease you for a little longer.

“what can i do for you, my love?”

onyankapon struggled to conceal his laugh, because he expected that you wouldn’t beg to him, not without a lot of coaxing that is.

what he didn’t expect was for you to slip your panties down while he wasn’t looking and stuff his face nose-deep in your cunt without warning. his eyes grew wide as you started shamelessly fucking his face, while he struggled to not choke on his own moans.

between your essence dripping down his chin, the grip on the back of his neck and your whines, onyankapon’s cock found itself getting much stiffer much quicker than he anticipated.

every bump of your clit against his nose against his nose sent a zap to his dick. he just sat and took it, his grip on your thighs tightening so much that he started to wonder if he was gonna break skin.

sex with ony’ wasn’t usually this rough, but three weeks away from each other had your bodies screaming the second you came together again. he really didn’t know how you’d react to seeing him again, but he hadn’t considered that you’d be this dominant.

neither did he think about how much he’d like it.

you pulled him away suddenly, presumably so he could catch his breath. onyankapon could swear that you were talking to him, but his mind was completely gone.

“‘m sorry, mama. ‘shouldn’t have done it, just lemme please you.”

before you could respond, his tongue was roughly digging you out, his grip on your waist being the only thing keeping you on earth. he didn’t stop licking until you’d cum on his tongue twice and were begging him to stop.

“ooh, ony—too much..”

he barely cared, making that known as he continued to press kitten licks to your sensitive hole.

“hey—boy are you even listening to me?” onyankapon gave you a stank look as you pushed him away with your foot. you couldn’t help but laugh at how badly this nigga wanted you.

“i wasn’t done.” suddenly you were being flipped over and onyankapon’s thick cock was laying against the skin of your stomach. he looked just about ready to rip you apart.

he gave your clit a few taps before pushing home, the action making your eyes roll back. he didn’t hesitate to slam himself into you roughly back to back, the meat of your ass slamming against his balls.

onyankapon began to kiss on your neck, and smirked into the crook of it when he felt your cunt spasm around him.

“missed you so much ony—needed t-this..”

“fuck, missed you so much more.. such a good girl…” his thrusts only sped up as you whined his name louder and louder with each kiss his cock placed against your cervix. his grip on your waist was tight enough to leave bruises, as he latched onto you like he was afraid you’d slip away from him.

without any warning, onyankapon strokes his fingers against your clit, and your losing your mind while cumming on his cock. he just coos at you, wondering what he did to deserve you. the overstim quickly sets in though, and you’re not-so quietly begging him to slow down.

“shhh, i know you can give me one more ma, i know you can…”

‘one more’ turned into two, three, and eventually four drawn out orgasms, all sprayed onto onyankapon’s lower abdomen. fuckin’ liar. “mmhm, want me to nut in you mama? want this mini-me in you, yeah?” all you could do is nod weakly as he pumped you full, his thrusts finally slowing. your eyes cracked open to see him smirking down at you while he languidly stroked your cheek to make sure you were still with him.

“you so cute. you still with me?”

“mmm.”

onyankapon just smirked as he got some things to wipe you up with. after a few minutes, you finally started to sit up and recover, only to get an immediate attitude with him.

“i can’t believe i let you nut in me,” you mumbled as he turned on the newest episode of General Hospital. he just laughed at you, not being worried considering you’re on birth control.

“you’re so into the beard, you woulda begged me to anyway.” you just scoffed before walking to the bathroom to pee, knowing that he was right but not wanting to admit it.

“i was not.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 50

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your promise to Lloyd is empty. You have no great urge to see Andy again. You’re embarrassed at the thought. Even a bit guilty as you accept that any sliver of excitement he brought to you has flown away. The return of your husband drags you back down to earth in the most desolating way.

You swipe away another notification. You don’t know how to reply to Andy. It doesn’t seem right to tell him over a text. Still, you can’t bring yourself to face him. Your last two conversations haven’t been exactly productive. How many times can you tell him this was never meant to be anything more than sex?

That’s when you feel rotten. You used him the same way you’ve been used. Just a release, a thing to make you feel better about yourself. Worse, he’s a widower. He’s lost so much already and now you’re toying with him. That’s hardly fair.

You sit with Luna on the floor. Getting down there was hard enough and you don’t want to ponder how you’ll get back up. She lays on her mat, raising her head to look around. She’s still needy but you see her changing. Maybe she sees the same in you with how she stares at you.

There’s a knock at the door. You brace yourself. You already know it isn’t Lloyd, he would just barge in. You know he hasn’t changed at all. Luna’s head bobbles as she tries to look around and you call for whoever it is to enter.

“Hey, we goin’ on that walk?” Harlen asks as he enters, already half-dressed for the dipping temperature. You notice the metallic red thermos in his hand, “I was hopin’ to get out.” He present the capped container, “got us some hot chocolate even.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” you make yourself smile, “yeah, that might be a good idea.”

“Here, let me help,” he sets the thermos down and crosses the room, offering his hand to haul you up.

“Go on, get ready,” he bids as he grunts, bending to pick up Luna from the floor, “oh, she gettin’ heavy.” He stands straight, “I need the workout anyhow.”

“I have a suit for her. Thermal,” you explain as you search the dresser against the nursery wall. The last few nights you’ve spent sleeping in the glider chair, your own fortress in a castle not your own.

“You let me worry about that,” he nears, rocking Luna in one arm as he takes the insulated outfit from you, “go get something warm on. You gotta take care of you too.”

You look at him. You nod. He’s the only man you can’t bring yourself to argue with, maybe because he’s the only one who’s ever really cared. You love that about him but it makes you think of your own dad and how he would rather his flask than to spend a single birthday with you.

“Right,” you surrender, “I won’t be long.”

You leave the nursery and head down to the guest room. The door is already unclasped but you don’t think much of it until you enter. You find Lloyd sat on the foot of the bed with the little crescent moon toy Luna likes so much. His eyes flick up as you sigh.

You ignore him and go to the closet. You take out an old sweatshirt and dig out some jeans from a drawer. You feel him watching you. You hear him get up and come closer as you take out a pair of wool socks.

“Gonna be Christmas soon enough…” he says.

“Oh shut up,” you snarl.

It’s his turn to sigh. He angles around to stand beside you, facing you, and puts the toy on the dresser. You walk away from him and he follows you towards the bathroom door. The very idea of him seeing how he ravaged your body, the stretchmarks and the loose skin, repulses you. You won’t give him that victory.

As you try to close the door in his face, he forces his foot between it and the frame, “you have to talk to me eventually. She’s my daughter. I have a legal right–”

“Why did you come back? I know it’s not because of her,” you lean on the door. He’s just as strong as ever. If he really wanted to, he could overpower you.

“You,” he says. “I was always going to come back–”

“No, no, no. Lloyd, enough lies. It’s over. You know that. Whatever made you want me, I’m not it anymore. So whoever you were out fucking, go back to them. You won’t get anything from me.”

“I didn’t–”

“Fuck. Off.”

You stomp his toe and he recoils. You take the opportunity to slam the door and flip the lock into place. You keep your hand on the door and catch your breath. You hear him on the other side, lingering, the friction of his touch dragging down the other side.

“Peaches…” he says.

You scoff and push away. You go to the counter and put down the armful of clothes. You look at yourself in the mirror. You don’t even feel bad for yourself, you feel worse that Luna has to call someone like him a father.

🍑

You meet Harlan downstairs. He has Luna bundled up and helps you get her strapped into the baby carrier that hooks over your shoulders. It’s much easier than the stroller, if not a bit of a strain on your back.

He tucks the thermos into the large pocket of his coat and opens the door for you. He trails you outside into the brisk air of late autumn. The chill nips at your cheeks and nose as you adjust Luna’s hood to make sure she’s cozy.

“Thanksgiving soon. Dot was talkin’ bout it,” he says as you walk down the long driveway, “she talkin’ a lot lately. Driving me a bit crazy.”

“Oh,” you raise your brows dully. You haven’t said much to her. You resent her for all those weeks of sticking up for her son and her tune hasn’t changed, “yeah, maybe… get a turkey.”

“Ha, come on, what are we gon’ do? Sit down for a family dinner? She just wants peace but she won’t acknowledge the battle,” he puffs as he takes out the thermos and untwists the cap. “Here?”

He offers you a drink first. You stop awkwardly to sip from the brim and thank him. He takes a gulp of his own and hums.

“Not too bad,” he comments, “was of a mind to add some whiskey but we’ll save that for later.”

You chuckle and shake your head. You set off down the sidewalk, keeping a hand on the bottom of the carrier as you make slow progress. It’s the sort of cold that wakes you up. It reminds you of the day you met Lloyd and you scowl. A year. More than.

As you come to the end of the street, someone turns the corner. You don’t pretend to be surprised as Andy approaches. He wears a navy cap, his hair poking out from the hem, and his cheeks are rosy above his thick beard. He smiles as he nears, even as his eye twitches.

“Morning,” he greets brightly, “how’s little Luna?”

You slow as he glances at the baby in her harness. You sway with her as she babbles.

“She’s good,” you answer as Harlan clears his throat. You sniff as you try to roll the tension out of your shoulders, “oh, Andy, this is my… dad, Harlan. Harlan, Andy. The neighbour.”

“Sir,” Andy smiles and offers his hand, “nice to meet you. You must be so proud of your daughter. And granddaughter. A beautiful pair, huh?”

“Beaming,” Harlan shakes his hand gruffly, “couldn’t ask for anything better.”

“Well, uh, I was actually gonna pop in. I found some more baby stuff and thought maybe you could use it,” Andy rescinds his hand, tucking it in his jacket pocket. “I could watch Luna if you want. Give you some time off.”

“Oh, Andy, that’s sweet but… I got all the help I need,” you peek over at Harlan. “I appreciate everything but I hate to take advantage of your kindness.”

“It’s no problem. Really. I don’t mind,” Andy insists, only girding himself as his eyes flit to Harlan and he squares his shoulder, “just putting it out there.”

“I’ll… I’ll keep you in mind,” you utter awkwardly.

Harlan’s silent. You don’t have the courage to look at him. You can feel the tension radiating off of him. He’s shielded in that cool stoicism that once made you feel so small.

“Well, you know my number,” Andy shrugs, “I’m sure you can figure out how to reply to my texts,” he steps forward, gazing at Luna as he coos, surprising you as he bends to kiss the top of her head, “buh bye, Luna.” He grins, his eyes meeting yours as he stands at his full height, “pretty, just like mommy.” He nods and looks past you to Harlan, “try to stay warm out here.”

Andy struts past as you step aside. You hesitate before you continue on, quiet as Harlan lets a hum roll up his throat. He clucks and cranes to peer over his shoulder.

“That’s him?” He asks. You can only nod, staring down in shame. “Ah, well… you keep space from him… for yourself. Man’s got something ‘bout him…. Something off.”

“I… I’ve been ignoring him so…”

“No, no,” Harlan intones, “no, ain’t nothing ‘bout you.”

You stroll on, the uneasiness in his timbre crawling over you in goosebumps. You look down at Luna and run your hand up the back of the carrier, embracing her a little closer. Andy could be a little overbearing but he’s harmless, right?

[radiant-reid]

Easter Sunday

a/n: in honor of my favorite holiday and favorite comfort character

Summary: A cute Easter brunch with the team and some Reid babies

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (fluff)

Word Count: 3.0k

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The sun shining through the large double windows marks the perfect start to the day. The weather forecast has promised sunshine and higher-the-usual temperatures for the holiday weekend. Emily let the team have a five-day weekend as the BAU tradition has dictated for several years. Hotch originally started it, realizing, three months after Christmas, there was a need for family time. 

For the Reid children, things look different now that their dad is home more. He has always been very present, but now he’s at more practices, doing drop-offs and pick-ups, and reading stories at bedtime. Still, their excitement for Easter has been growing, knowing it means uninterrupted time with all of their uncles and aunts.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Spencer greets her from the doorway before she notices he’s not in bed next to her.

He hands her the mug she has every day, filled with perfectly made coffee. He’s the expert at that, so it’s his first task in the morning.

“Thank you, handsome.” She replies, adding to the thanks with a soft kiss on his lips. “It looks like a good day out there.” She notes as he draws the curtain open. 

“It’s meant to be in the high 70s later.” He reports, probably having already skimmed the New York Times.

She grins, sipping her coffee. “Perfect for today.”

“We should host one time,” Spencer suggests.

Y/n chuckles softly, shaking her head. “Rossi would never go for it, and I thought you’d know better than to mess with tradition.” 

He nods, knowing it’s true. “We’ll stick to summer barbeques and birthday parties since it’s the perfect house.”

It’s the type of house Spencer never really saw himself living in. Growing up, he lived comfortably, and thanks to the mortgage being paid off before his dad left, he continued living in a very middle-class area of suburban Las Vegas until he went to school. 

California was more expensive, but between his multiple scholarships, he had enough money to feed himself, always be caffeinated, and live in a small apartment near Cal Tech. He didn’t see the need to spend every cent he had living somewhere fancier, and his mom’s treatment wasn’t fully covered, so he paid for that. 

In DC, his place was simple. He didn’t need anything more than a one-bedroom apartment since he didn’t have family coming to stay, and without any student debt and a good-paying job, he had more money than he needed.

When they moved in together, it was to Y/n’s larger apartment that they eventually brought, and with two bedrooms, there was no need for anything huge until Matilda was old enough to sleep in her own room.

After learning they would have twins their second time, their quickly growing family needed much more space, so they brought their dream house. As much as he wanted it, Spencer never expected to have a family or a large home in the suburbs, but he does now, and every morning, he’s grateful for it.

“True.” Y/n agrees. 

Spencer sits back on the bed next to her, and she throws her legs over his lap, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling into his side as they enjoy a few minutes together in silence before the craziness of their day starts. 

Gurgling on the baby monitor breaks the peace, and the video feed shows Mabel standing up and shaking the crib bars. 

“I’ll go.” Spencer declares, shuffling away from her to get out of bed. “And I’ll get the twins changed.”

Y/n raises her eyebrows, looking impressed with what he’s promising to tackle. “Good luck.” She jokes, grinning at him as she also gets out of bed. 

“I’ve got this.” He assures her. “Go shower and get dressed up.” 

She’s not about to argue with it. Having a shower where she doesn’t get interrupted by little hands banging on the door asking for snacks or to change the TV channel would be a rarity. 

Her new dress is perfect for Easter and spring, long and flowy white fabric with a blue floral pattern and a sweetheart neckline. It’ll look even better with some soft curls in her hair.

Spencer’s first stop is Mabel’s room. The door’s sign says her name, and the bedroom has cute flowers painted on the wall above the crib. “Hi, sweet baby.” He coos, reaching out for his youngest. She still wears her sleep sack to bed, and Spencer thinks it’s the cutest thing.

She squeals when she recognizes him, jumping adorably. “Daddy!” She yells in her sleepy voice. 

He scoops her up, wrapping his arms around her and cuddling her tightly to his chest before kissing her forehead. “You know, I think you might be ready for a big girl’s bed soon.” He tells her.

Mabel rests her forehead against his. “Like Tilda?” She asks, eyes sparkling at the mention of her big sister.

“Just like Matilda and the twins, too.” He answers.

She pulls back from him quickly with excitement.��“We go see them?”

“Let Daddy put your pretty dress on you first, and then we can see them.” He tells her. “If they’re awake.” 

They are awake, he discovers when he finally finishes dressing Mabel. She runs ahead of Spencer and climbs the stairs without help to find the three of them in the living room.

“Hi, little people,” Spencer says, announcing himself to them. 

They spin around from the TV, jumping up from where they’re sitting and rushing over to hug him. It’s one of his favorite sights when they get excited that their eyes shine upon seeing him, and one of the best feelings is how warm he feels when they race over and fling their arms around him. He has never felt as much love as he does now, yet somehow, it grows more each day.

“Daddy, it’s Easter!” Matilda cheers. 

“I know.” He says. “Happy Easter.”

“Did the Easter bunny come?” Toby wonders. 

Spencer nods. “Grandpa Rossi called to say he’d dropped off lots of chocolate eggs for all of you.” It’s a lie, technically, but it makes their faces light up all over again, so it’s worth it.

“Are the cousins coming?” Aspen wonders. 

“Henry, Michael, Jake, David, Chloe, Lily, Rose, and Hank is as well,” Spencer lists the other BAU kids and former BAU kid, earning another round of cheers from his kids. “We need to get ready, though. Tillie, your dress is hanging in your wardrobe. Want me to help you, Aspen?”

She shakes her head. “No, I can get changed by myself.”

Independent as always, and something he should have anticipated. “Okay, upstairs and into dresses.” He instructs. “Then you can watch TV. T, you want daddy’s help getting ready?”

“Can you put gel in my hair?” Toby asks. “Mommy says that it looks handsome.”

Spencer chuckles at how cute his little boy is. “Sure, bud.” He agrees. “And it does make you look very handsome.”

It’s always a juggle with four kids, trying to get everyone dressed in time to go anywhere. Mabel can’t be left alone, so Spencer has to multitask between keeping her from running away to cause trouble while doing Toby’s hair and ensuring Aspen and Matilda haven’t gotten distracted. 

“Look how handsome you look.” Y/n coos as she peers into the bathroom where Spencer’s finishing off Toby’s hair. 

“Mommy!” He squeals, jumping off the stool and running over to hug her.

She hugs him back, careful not to ruin his hair. “Hey, bubba, did Daddy do your hair really nice?”

“Mhm.” He answers. 

“You want help getting changed?” She offers, met by him shaking his head, following the independent streak of his older sisters. “Alright, get to it, Mister.” She instructs, sending him off to his room with a pat on the back. Spencer’s eyes stay fixed on her as she stands there, and he rests against the bathroom counter. “What?” She asks shyly.

He smiles softly at her. “Nothing.” He shakes his head. “It’s just you’re so pretty. I still can’t believe you’re my wife.”

Then Y/n is grinning dumbly, twirling in her dress for him to get the full 360 view. “I might marry you again if you keep being so sweet.”

“Then I’d be the luckiest guy in the world again.” He tells her, walking over and placing his hands on her waist. He just stands there looking at her, admiring every detail of her makeup.

“Stop.” She says, pushing his shoulder. “I love you, Spencer Reid.”

Spencer steals a kiss, careful not to mess up her pink lipstick. “I love you more, Y/n Reid.” 

She shakes her head. “Impossible, but we should debate that later.” She decides. “We’ve got babies to get ready.”

“Yeah.” Spencer agrees. “It’s been oddly silent for a little too long.” 

Thankfully, the silence wasn’t getting-into-mischief silence. Y/n takes over getting the kids ready while Spencer gets himself dressed, and impressively, they’re done five minutes early.

“How you do this every morning is a miracle to me.” He remarks as they make their way out the door. 

“I’m just a super mom.” She jokes, but it’s the truth.

“You absolutely are.” Spencer agrees with her. “The best mom in the world.”

Car rides are possibly louder than being inside, thanks to the enclosed space, but Rossi’s house is only a few minutes drive, and they pull in behind JJ’s car. 

The girls are in pretty pink dresses that’ll no doubt end up covered in grass stains, and Toby’s pastel blue shirt matches Spencer’s. In both Y/n and Spencer’s eyes, they’re the most beautiful children ever.

“Little Reids!” Penelope cheers as soon as they’re through Rossi’s wide-open front door. She’s crouched down to scoop them all up, wrapping them all in a tight hug, looking like the definition of sunshine in her yellow dress. “Aren’t you four just so perfect?” She asks rhetorically as she pulls back to look at them. They are, and their parents nod to answer her confession.

After answering a few of Penelope’s questions, they squirm away to run through the house and greet everyone else. 

“And the perfect parents.” She greets them with hugs as well. 

 Y/n chuckles onto her shoulder. “You look incredible, Pen.” She compliments.

“That’s you, Mrs. Reid.” She replies. “And you’re all matching, just the cutest family ever.”

Spencer grins, wrapping his arm around his wife’s shoulder. “We kind of are.” He agrees.

“Come on, come see everyone.” Penelope ushers them through the house, taking on the role of secondary host as she usually does at Rossi’s. She and Krystall tag-team the job.

Henry, Michael, Hank, Matilda, Toby, Aspen, and Mabel are waiting in the living room, their little faces pressed against the glass as they look out the big glass doors trying to spot the hidden easter eggs in the garden. 

Everyone’s in their nice clothing, dresses and good shirts with jackets. It’s mostly BAU members Y/n often sees at Rossi’s, but Derek and Savannah have made the trip and quickly hug their old friends.

“Look at you, mama,” Derek remarks. “You’re as gorgeous as ever.”

“And you’re as flattering as ever.” She jokes, nudging his shoulder. “We didn’t know for sure that you’d be coming.”

“Couldn’t miss a family day.” He reminds her.

The Simmons’ walk through the door a moment later, and Rossi flings open the glass doors for the excited children to race outside and start their egg hunt with squeals of delight. 

Y/n gives Rossi a hug as the adults stream outside. “Thank you for hosting another wonderful Easter.”

“You’re always welcome, my dear.” He assures her. “I hope you don’t mind the little Reids going home full of sugar.” He nods to the massive baskets of chocolate and candy each kid carries, almost as big as Mabel. 

“I guess Spencer’s doing bedtime.” She jokes. An hour on the trampoline should do the trick.

“Speak of the devil,” Rossi says, drawing her attention to her husband as he comes waltzing over, holding out an extra mimosa to her.

She takes it appreciatively, letting him wrap his arm around her shoulder. “A very handsome devil.” She chuckles, making Spencer blush easily. It’s endearing to her that he reacts the way he did the first time.

“Shall we eat?” Rossi asks, looking around the yard where everyone’s scattered chatting. 

“It almost looks too delicious to eat.” Y/n compliments, looking at the spread.

It’s the gorgeous, perfectly prepared food the team has become accustomed to having at Rossi’s. There are hot cross buns, fresh bread, fruit salad, pastries of all kinds, bacon, eggs, waffles, and all the toppings in the world.

They sit at the adult table, and Spencer’s hand drifts to her knee instinctively. It’s why she sits on his left side each time. The kid table is next to the big one with smaller seats and prefilled plastic cups of juice. Rossi and Krystall are always prepared to entertain.

The kids take their seats, and Y/n momentarily leaves to ensure they’re getting balanced plates and not just gorging themselves on chocolate and candy. 

Then she’s back to Spencer’s side, and they’re talking with the rest of the team, basking in the warmth of the sun and family. It’s what they always have been. Even throughout the darkness they’ve seen over the years, they’re closer than ever, and there’s so much love between them.

After brunch, a few drinks in, and Spencer’s more relaxed, pulling Y/n onto his lap and resting his head on her shoulder while they laugh and joke with the team.  

It doesn’t last too long before someone’s pulling on Spencer’s sleeve. “Daddy, can you look for the Easter eggs in the trees?” Toby asks, showing him his best puppy eyes even though it’s unnecessary since he’d do anything for him.

Spencer looks around the table to see Derek and Matt being asked the same question, all three of them being targeted by their sons for their height. Flashing a curious look at Rossi, Spencer agrees, moving out from under Y/n to join the hunt. 

Rossi and Krystall insist on cleaning up, not wanting their guests to move a muscle, which leaves most of the girls alone at the table since Penelope and Luke are getting drinks and definitely not flirting with each other.

Rose, who has been sleeping so far, starts to cry in her carrier, and Kristy unclips her, pulling her into her arms for cuddles to quiet her. She’s adorable, most similar looking to Jake, in Y/n’s opinion. 

“She’s so tiny.” Y/n remarks off-handedly, looking at the small baby. “What’s it like? Four to five?” 

All eyes are on her in a second, but JJ beats everyone else to speak. “You’re not...”

Y/n shakes her head quickly, stopping that rumor before it can start. “No. No, I’m not.” She assures them, holding up her glass of champagne to prove it. “I’m just wondering.”

“The nights are rough, but diaper changing is still the same,” Kristy answers honestly. “And Mabel’s probably young enough that you’ve got all her stuff. Is it something you’re considering?”

Y/n shakes her head again. “Not until I see a little baby or that.” Her eyes drift to Spencer, who’s chasing Toby and Aspen around the yard. “But we could end up with twins again, and I think six is a little too crazy.” 

Laughter breaks out around the rest of the group, which relieves the seriousness of discussing family planning.

“Here.” Kristy offers Rose to hold, and Y/n takes the baby happily, looking at her adorable face and seeing up close how tiny she is. 

“She’s so precious.” She notes, catching Spencer’s eyes. “Spence, look at how little she is.”

Her address gets Matt and Derek’s attention, who are standing next to Spencer. “Uh oh,” Derek remarks knowingly, smirking at Spencer. 

“Someone’s about to commit to a new baby.” Matt pats him on the shoulder, smirking as well. 

Spencer chuckles, unsure of if it’s true or not. He’ll give her another baby, promised he’d go up to five if she was willing. “Do you think I could pretend I didn’t hear her?” He asks jokingly.

“Get over there, papa bear.” Derek insists with a laugh. 

Dutifully, he walks over, sitting next to Y/n and admiring the baby. “She’s so cute.” He compliments Kristy first.

“Look at how little she is.” Y/n repeats. 

“Yeah, it seems impossible they’re ever this little.” He remarks, earning hums of agreement from the other women sitting around the table who once had babies this little and now have fully grown children running around in the yard. He remembers when his children were that little like it was yesterday, but Rose still looks tiny. “No more, though.” He tells his wife with a laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right.” She agrees. “Not when we’re just getting full nights of sleep.”

The party continues into the late afternoon. The company is too good, and too much fun is being had for anyone to leave earlier. 

Despite how much candy they’ve eaten, Aspen and Matilda still manage to eat more in the car on the way home. Y/n agrees they can sleep in the lounge for a sleepover while watching movies, and it takes them far longer than usual to fall asleep, but they do. 

Y/n and Spencer hug in the kitchen as they watch the ending credits. He knows it’s a good chance to ask about what he heard earlier. “Do you actually want another baby?”

She’s taken aback, figuring it was forgotten, but she shakes her head. “Not really, but I think our kids are beautiful, and babies are cute when they’re that little.”

“We’d get more chocolate if we had five.” Spencer jokes, nodding to the baskets on the table and pulling away from her to steal one. 

“Spencer.” She giggles, splitting the chocolate egg with him. “I think we’ve got more than enough. It’ll last us until next year.”

“I love Easter, you know?” He asks rhetorically. “And you, everything we have, our kids, being a dad, brunch.” 

She nods in agreement, leaning up to peck his lips. “I love you, too. Thanks for being in this with me.”

Spencer takes her left hand and kisses her ring finger. “Always.”

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[n4n4uu]

King Without a Crown.

Y‘all know what I hate about my writing? That I make my drafts way too fast paced and have to write them all over again💀

<< Chapter 2

Later that day, you took a shower, did your hair, sprayed on your favorite perfume, and applied a bit of makeup to hide your eyebags, eyebags that apparently don’t exist to others.

You remember how Hinata and Senju had told you countless times that they don’t see them, and they seemed genuine about it.

But whenever you look in the damn mirror, a corpse stares back at you.

Now, you’re in your car, driving to the Sano household while playing ‚Judge Judy’ by Tyler, The Creator, singing along to the lyrics.

„I’m into body rubs, bondage and-��

You abruptly turn the music off as you park near the house.

Reaching over, you pick up the small box containing Emma’s gift, a matching jewelry set. The necklace features a delicate pink heart charm, and the earrings are golden heart hoops. You had managed to buy them quickly, barely glancing at the price, which, in hindsight, was a bit careless.

Sure, you have enough money to buy plenty of things, thanks to your paintings and being a DJ, but money disappears fast and comes slow.

Still, you think to yourself, ‚Nah, the price was worth it.‘

As you walk down the empty sidewalk, you shiver slightly. It’s already dark, and despite trying to dress up without freezing your ass off, you know that later, when you're DJing at the club, the heat and suffocation will make layering up a bad idea.

You settled on a knee-length denim skirt, snug but not restrictive, hugging your figure perfectly. Paired with it are fur-lined boots, warm yet stylish. Underneath your brown coat, you wear a simple white shirt.

Then, suddenly, a thought creeps in.

‚Did I even pack my Lactase tablets?‘

Panic flutters in your chest as you quickly open your small purse, rifling through its contents. Your phone. Wallet. Car and apartment keys. Emma’s gift.

And finally, your Lactase tablets.

A breath of relief escapes your lips as you step up to the Sano household’s front door. Pausing for a second, you raise your hand and knock three times.

After a short moment, to your surprise, Rindou opens the door. You stare up at the male with a blank expression.

He runs a hand through his blonde hair with blue strands as he looks at you, making no move to let you in. „You stole my spot as the DJ.“

You click your tongue and roll your eyes, nearly turning your face to the side because of how annoyed you already are. „I didn’t do shit. Emma wanted me as the DJ, and today is her day.“

„Still,“ Rindou responds, almost pouting. „Can you ask Emma to give me the spot as the DJ? I’ll give you 30 bucks.“

‘Am I tweaking?? Is he pouting?’ you think, looking at him with an annoyed expression. „The price is too low. And I’m not going to decline Emma’s wish.“

„Fine“ Rindou sighs, about to move away from the doorway but stopping as he looks at you again. „Open your coat and do a 360—“

„Rindou, move out the way,“ you cut him off, already losing your temper without having stepped into the house.

He complies and actually made some space for you. You walk into the house, only to be immediately pulled into a bear hug by none other than Emma herself. You wrap your arms lazily around her waist as you bent down a bit to her height. „Happy birthday!“ you exclaimed, your annoyance starting to fade.

As you two pull away, you notice her ice-blue satin dress that hugs her body well, yet it was elegant. It fits her perfectly, and you couldn’t help but blurt out without a second thought as you take off your coat, not noticing how Kokonoi, who sits on the couch with Shion beside him, had his jaw drop at the sight of your figure. „Wow, you’re beautiful,“ you say.

Emma’s face lit up, and she twirls around, practically beaming. „So do you!! I’m so glad you came. Tonight, you, me, Hina, Senju, and Yuzuha are going to shine like the hotties we are!!“

You could only smile as you hang up your coat. You grab your purse and take out the small box, handing it to the honey-blonde girl. „Here. Your gift.“

Emma’s smile drops; she already knew it was jewelry. Her face lit up again as she pulls you into another hug.

‘Okay, Winnie the Pooh,’ you think as you pat her head, while your other arm is lazily wrapped around her waist. You weren’t one to be very affectionate with people, and you’d never been. That didn’t stop you from hugging family or friends back, though.

Shinichiro’s voice rings through the house. „Everybody, come eat!!“

You visibly jump at his sudden and loud voice, causing Emma to laugh at you.

Eventually, everyone gathered in the dining room, but not everyone fit at the table. Draken, Takemichi, Yuzuha, Hinata, Senju, Mikey, Izana, Shinichiro and you stayed in the dining room, of course.

Baji and Chifuyu were leaning against the wall in the dining room and eating there, as well as Pah and Peh. Smiley, Angry, Hakkai, and Mitsuya were in the living room with the Haitani brothers, Kokonoi, Shion, Kakucho, and Sanzu.

The food was good and definitely satisfied your hunger. Everyone was conversing with everyone. You gave occasional comments and somehow got into a full conversation with Shinichiro about your paintings.

The cake arrives, and it is time for Emma to unwrap her gifts. You sit across from Izana, between Yuzuha and Takemichi.

„So, [Name], how’s the DJ career going?“ Izana questions, his voice dripping like sweet honey, but you know damn well this man is anything but sweet.

You wipe your mouth with a napkin before leaning back into the chair, glancing at Emma, who’s very focused on her gifts. You’re only watching to see her reaction to your gift when she gets to it. „I’m not really doing it as a career, but it’s going well.“

Izana hums, resting his elbow on the armrest of the chair, his face propped up by his palm. His smile is sinister, almost mocking. „Heard you’re very good at keeping your hands busy.“

You snap your eyes to Izana’s purple ones, already disliking the way he’s wording things. Mikey, who’s unusually quiet, glances at him before his dark eyes shift to his little sister at the head of the table. You respond, keeping your composure. „Yeah, I guess. People have told me I’m a great DJ.“

„Oh, I bet.“ He muses, a glint in his eyes that makes you question what he’s really trying to get at. „I’ve heard some people just have a natural talent for rhythm. Picking up the pace when needed, huh? Getting the right grip and the right movement.“

This time, you furrow your brows as you side-glance him, then turn your whole face to the tanned male. Takemichi beside you shifts slightly in anxiousness, seemingly the only one noticing his weird behavior. Mikey glances at Izana again, this time actually paying attention to his older adoptive brother.

Emma is too engrossed in her gifts to notice anything. Everyone else at the table, and even the others from the living room who have gathered in the dining room, seem oblivious to what’s going on.

„It’s all in the fingers,“ you say, grabbing your glass of water and taking a sip.

Izana leans in slightly, his smile widening as if he can sense the discomfort building. „Well, I’ve always heard it’s all about how you handle the pressure… the right amount of force, the right timing,“ he says slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. „I’m sure someone like you knows exactly when to apply it… or when to let go.“

You furrow your brows, your expression hardening. „I know when to let go if I’m trying to get under someone’s skin.“ You reply, absentmindedly swirling the water in your glass. „H-hey, maybe we should just—“

You cut poor Takemichi off, not taking your eyes off Izana’s purple ones. „What are you trying to get at?“ you ask plainly.

That’s one thing Izana can’t decide whether to dislike or like about you. You’re straightforward and rarely beat around the bush, almost as if you’re not scared of him, which makes him want you to be scared of him in the worst ways possible.

He could beat you up or have you beaten up by his subordinates, break your bones or have you tortured, or make your life a living hell in seconds. Or he could set you up for rape.

But he doesn’t do any of that. You’re Emma’s and Mikey’s friend, if he were to, he’d have angry siblings to deal with, and he doesn’t have the energy for that. Shinichiro would be mad too, and Izana is a bit afraid of Shinichiro‘s wrath.

Izana’s grin widens slightly, his cheek resting against his fist, making him look rather ‚cute‘, you think. But his eyes gleam with mischief, something that screams I know something.

Emma’s joyous voice pulls you two out of your small conversation.

„[Name], this is so cute!!“

You snap your head toward Emma, eyebrows raised, before a smile stretches across your lips. You watch as her eyes practically glow with joy while admiring the jewelry set you bought her.

She immediately put the jewelry on, checking herself in her pocket mirror. Then, she opens another gift, this one from Draken. It is a pink teddy bear.

“Thank you, Draken, I love it,” she murmurs, pressing the plush toy close to her chest.

Draken only responds by pressing a kiss to her cheek, making her blush. A chorus of „aww“ erupt from the girls. You simply watch with a small smile.

“I wonder what Mikey got you,” Izana muses out loud, dragging his fork across his plate before putting a bite of leftover cake into his mouth.

Emma snaps out of her admiration for Draken and looks over at Izana, who is sitting near the end of the table. „He said it’s something big and that I’ll get it later. It’s supposed to be a big surprise.“

Izana hums in acknowledgment, watching as Emma turns her attention back to her teddy bear.

„Something big? Probably not the first time someone’s getting something big from him.“

His tone is light, casual, but there is an underlying meaning, something laced beneath his words.

Your eyes flicked to Izana instinctively, only to realize he is already looking at you.

Your face remaines blank. Looking at him was the first mistake, you couldn’t afford another by reacting to his words.

Takemichi let out an awkward laugh. „W-Well, knowing Mikey, it’s probably something cool, like a bike or something.“

Emma is too engrossed in unwrapping another gift, a purse from Senju. „Oh my goodness! I was actually thinking of getting this exact one. How did you know?!“

Senju shruggs. “I guess I just have a feeling for these things.”

Sanzu chimes in, “That’s also from me, by the way. It should say from Senju and Sanzu.”

Senju only rolls her eyes.

Izana ignores Takemichi entirely, his gaze flickering back to Emma.

„It could be something hard to handle. You need to be prepared for a big present,“ he says, still scooping the last bites of cake from his plate.

Then, as if offhandedly, he adds, „Always nice when someone gives you exactly what you want. Makes things smoother.“

His eyes slid back to you, fingers lazily tapping against the table.

„Funny, I get the feeling you don’t struggle with that either.“

Your brows furrow. You wanted to say something, but Mikey beat you to it.

„Izana.“ His tone is low, a subtle warning.

Shinichiro is looking at Izana, too. He has a smile on his face, but you knew him well enough to recognize the silent message beneath it, Shut up.

„I’m just making conversation,“ Izana shrugs, his eyes flicking briefly to Mikey before settling back on you.

„Right, [Name]?“

You narrow your eyes, tilting your head back ever so slightly, as if you were looking down on him from a throne. The glass of water in your hand felt cool against your fingers as you deliberately set it down on the table. You took your time, letting the silence stretch just enough before finally responding.

„Right. Just a conversation.“

Your voice drips with sarcasm, sharper than intended.

short time skip

The steady purr of your Porsche 911 Carrera 4 hums beneath you as you drive through the city streets, the glossy pink hood reflecting neon lights from passing buildings and traffic signals.

The streets are alive, cars speeding by, pedestrians laughing on the sidewalks, the occasional sound of a distant siren, but inside your car, it's just you and the Haitani brothers, who have made themselves way too comfortable in the backseat.

You hadn’t planned on driving them. Hell, you weren’t even supposed to be in your own car right now.

Originally, you were supposed to ride with Izana, Emma and Mikey. But Izana, being the absolute asshole he is, refused. No real reason, no excuse, just a flat-out "No."

Emma protested. Hard. She argued with him, insisted he was being difficult for no reason, but you waved her off before it could turn into a full-on fight.

"It’s fine," you had told her, and it was. You didn’t actually care. If anything, you preferred it this way.

Takemichi and Hinata still went with them, while the rest of your group either drove themselves or caught a ride with someone else.

And then there were the Haitanis.

They had their own cars, their own options, but the second Ran caught sight of yours, he made a big show of throwing his arm over your shoulder and grinning down at you.

"Let us ride with you, [Name]. You wouldn’t leave us all alone, would you?"

You almost said no. Almost. But then Rindou, standing beside him, shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, and you figured you didn’t actually care enough to argue.

Now, here you are.

The music playing through your speakers is low and rhythmic, something with a mix of jazz and hip-hop beats, smooth but rich with bass. The city lights glide across your windshield, casting fleeting colors across the dashboard.

Ran, who had been lazily stretched out in the backseat, turns to his brother. "Oi, Rin, you know the movie White Chicks?"

Rindou barely reacts, watching the blur of city lights outside his window. "Yeah. Why?"

The traffic light ahead flicks from red to green, and you smoothly press down on the gas pedal. The Porsche moves effortlessly, eating up the road with a quiet confidence.

Ran lets out a hum, then grins. "I feel like those black dudes dressing as those two girls."

You glance at him through the rearview mirror, brows raising slightly. "Just because you’re in a pink car?"

"Yeah. This is so girly, I love it."

Rindou huffs out a short laugh, shaking his head. "You're an idiot."

You scoff, your lips twitching in faint amusement.

The music shifts, blending seamlessly into the next track. The Porsche glides through the streets with ease, the hum of the engine filling the spaces between conversation.

Even though you're just driving to Shinichiro’s high-end luxury club, you already know this night is going to be longer than you expected.

You arrive at the club and park your car in the lot. Rindou was already out of the car, while Ran has to wait for you to get out. He couldn’t exit until he folds the seat. The three of you made your way toward the entrance, the sound of bass pounding through the air even before you step inside.

The exterior design screams luxury, with colors of pink, purple, and blue illuminating the old architecture, reminiscent of a cathedral, but far from holy.

It is an unholy place, with bodyguards at the entrance and a long line of people waiting to get in. The sound of music was deafening, even from outside.

The bodyguards let you in without a second glance, clearly recognizing the Haitani brothers, who hold some power in Roppongi.

You tune out the brothers as you walk down a hallway, swerving around people going in both directions. The hallway itself was lined with vitrine displays of statues, women, naked and posed provocatively. Their cold beauty seemed more like a lure than art, luring people in to commit acts of sin.

As you pass the leather curtains, held open by another bodyguard, the heat of the club hit you like a wall. The music immediately fills the space, and the air is thick with the smell of sweat and alcohol.

Ran positions himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. His slim fingers brushed against you, the silver rings gleaming in the dim light. His braids brush your neck, and his chest presses lightly against your back. His breath lingers near your ear.

Rindou leads the way up the stairs, his broad shoulders partially blocking the view.

The club is a scene of chaos, people dancing, bumping into each other, girls twerking on guys, others kissing in dark corners.

The bass vibrates through your chest as the song blared.

„How much do I not give a fuck? Let me show you right now ‘fore you give it up“ Kanye West, ,On Sight.‘

You catch Rindou bobbing his head to the beat as you follow him up to the foggy, neon yellow-lit stairs, the bodyguards moving aside to let you pass.

Ran pulls away from you, grinning. „Enjoying the music, Rinnie?“ He teases.

Rindou shot him a quick middle finger.

[ltash]

Teach Me

You take Ghost to shopping on your upcoming birthday and ended up buying firearms.

We pulled over near the salon.

"I won't take long," I told Simon.

"Ok," he said as he waited in the car.

I was excited about my big day, so I went inside the salon to get pampered.

Two hours had passed and I was still inside when he opened the door of the salon. All the ladies were in shock to see him.

"Bloody Hell!" He muttered as he caught the sight of women looking at him.

I was paying the bill and was just about to exit when I ran to him.

"Simon, please not here," I told him, urging him to go outside.

"Calm down, he's just my boyfriend," I announced, taking my credit card back and finishing up.

"What took you so long, Nora?" Simon asked, his voice tinged with frustration, muffled by the balaclava he was wearing.

"You know how it is with ladies' things. We take our time," I replied, trying to keep my tone light and cheerful.

He sighed. "Where are we going now?"

"To the mall," I said with a smile, hoping to lift his spirits. "I have a few more errands to run, and then we can grab something to eat."

He nodded, and we made our way back to the car, ready to continue our day.

We entered the mall, and almost immediately, the security guards stopped Simon to question him about his tactical vest and the berretta resting on his chest in its holster.

He calmly showed them his special services card. After a moment of scrutiny, they nodded and let him in.

I could see the curiosity in their eyes, but they didn't ask any further questions. We proceeded into the bustling mall.

"I only came here with you. I usually don't go to malls," Simon said, his tone flat.

"At least you came," I replied with a smile.

As we moved from store to store, I told him to wait outside whenever I entered. He seemed uninterested, standing quietly and looking around aimlessly.

Eventually, I stopped by a shop that had men's clothes and pulled him in. "Hey Simon! Let's check it out. Come inside, please," I requested.

He didn't say anything and followed me inside. The shop was filled with men's clothes of various styles and colors.

"What colors do you wear?" I asked, looking through the racks.

"Black, grey, etc. But why' y ask eh?" he responded, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Without hesitating, I started pulling out black, grey, hoodies and sweatpants, handing them over to him. I knew his size so well.

"What are you doing? I already have many," Simon said, trying to put them back on the rack.

"Don't worry. I'll keep them here for you so whenever you visit, you won't have to bring so many clothes along," I insisted.

"Please don't do this," he requested, his voice softening.

"SSh!" I hushed him, determined to make things easier for him.

"If you're not complying, go sit outside. Let me get what I want," I said firmly, sending him out of the shop.

Once he was gone, I started picking out colors I wanted to see him wearing and bought as many clothes as I liked. It was fun imagining him in different outfits.

When I finally emerged with several bags in hand, he facepalmed. "What have you bought? So many bags."

I handed the bags to him and made my way to the perfume shop. He remained silent, watching me with a resigned look as I continued my shopping spree.

I knew the perfume he wore, but Aventus Creed and Baccarat Rouge 540 were my favorite. I wanted to experience their scent on him. Additionally, I bought perfumes for Captain Price, Gaz, and Soap, characters he admired.

After paying, I came out and handed him the bags.

"You are impossible," he said, shaking his head in disbelief at my shopping habits.

Lastly, I went to get a dress for myself: a black, long silk dress with a corset top. I kept that in mind; on my best day, I wanted to look good only for him. As I held the dress, imagining wearing it, I felt a rush of excitement for the special occasion that lay ahead.

Then I emerged from the store with a single bag in my hand.

"Got only this for you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I don't need so many of these. Let's eat something," I suggested, eager to change the subject and enjoy a meal together.

"It's getting late and I don't eat at fancy restaurants. Also, with what I'm wearing, people will run away after looking at me," he said with a hint of self-deprecation.

I chuckled, understanding his reluctance. "Okay, how about we grab something casual then? There's a cozy diner nearby."

"Whatever you want," he said with a small smile.

"Let's get pizza and eat it in the car," I suggested, knowing it would be a simple yet enjoyable way to end the day.

As we settled into the car, I turned to him with a serious expression.

"One more thing," I said, catching his attention.

"What?" he asked, curious.

"I need a firearm for myself," I said, knowing it was a bold request.

"From where will you get it?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

"I know a place," I reassured him.

He nodded, and we drove to the shop I had in mind. It was a sizable establishment with a wide array of guns and rifles on display.

He opened the door for me, and I entered, determined to find something suitable.

"It must be to your liking," I told him, acknowledging the seriousness of the decision.

"Must be one of your favorite places," I remarked, looking at him for a reaction.

"Hmm," he replied noncommittally.

"Hi! I need a gun and a sniper," I informed the dealer as we approached.

"Gun for you and sniper for him?" the dealer pointed towards Ghost.

"Hey! What are you getting a sniper for?" he asked, clearly surprised.

"For me. I want to learn how to handle it, plus I need protection for myself when you're not around," I replied confidently, knowing it was a decision I had thought through carefully.

"I need your help. You know the weapons best. I don't know which one I should buy," I admitted, turning to him for guidance.

I was surprized he approved me buying a sniper and didn't ask further questions.

The dealer showed me various guns, and Ghost diligently inspected each one. He checked their magazines and fidgeted with their chambers, assessing their quality and reliability with a practiced eye.

Ghost took a gun and showed it to me, a Glock 17. "It's best for your self-defense, and you have small hands, so..." he chuckled, knowing that the size of the weapon mattered for comfort and control. His consideration for my comfort brought a smile to my face, appreciating his attention to detail.

"We'll take this," I said, indicating the Glock 17, following Ghost's recommendation.

"And the sniper?" I inquired, eager to explore our options for long-range defense.

The dealer proceeded to show us various sniper rifles, each one with its own unique features and capabilities.

"If you want to be far away from your enemies, which I know is best in your favor, then you should choose a sniper," Ghost suggested, holding a gun in his hand.

He then presented a sniper rifle, the Sako TRG 42 A1. "This one is lightweight and efficient," he said, highlighting its features.

"Its one of the best Sniper rifles in the world." The arms dealer added.

"Aye! Its bolt action plus it can be carried in a backpack, quite lightweight and handy eh." Simon said admiring the rifle in his hand.

I saw a spark in Simon's eyes and they got darken as he admired the sniper rifle in his hand. He handled it and checked it like he was handling this sniper for ages.

I knew he loved sniper rifles.

I considered his recommendation, recognizing the importance of having a versatile firearm for long-range defense.

"What do you say then?" I asked, seeking his opinion.

"It's one of the best," he replied confidently. "Better than the sniper I have."

His endorsement reassured me, and I nodded, feeling confident in our choice.

I wanted to suprize him with this sniper I was getting for him. It will be the best gift ever for him and I didn't want to tell him. I knew he won't let me buy it then.

"We'll take them," I said to the dealer with a nod of finality.

He carefully packed the sniper and the gun in their respective cases, and Ghost took them, carrying them to the car.

"I must say, you have such a good choice in weapons," I remarked, admiring his expertise.

"That's what we're good at. It's our job. We play with them like babies," he replied, his dedication to his profession evident in his demeanor.

"Teach me before you go. I badly need to know how to use these weapons now," I requested, realizing the importance of being proficient with them for my own safety.

"Soon." He replied.

[galaxyedging]

No outbreak Joel Miller x inexperienced f!reader

Dave York x inexperienced f!reader

WC:3.2k

Summary: Dave and Joel make your birthday party memorable.

Warnings: Dub con. Dark Joel. Dave being Dave. Unprotected P in V sex. Anal. Degradation. Dirty talk.

Trigger warning: implying women who dress a certain way are asking for men to use them. That is obviously bullshit. This is fiction.

Summer Schooled

Part 1 | Part 2

Masterlist

The party was going well. People were enjoying themselves. You were enjoying yourself, for the most part. The night would be a lot more comfortable for you if your panties weren't soaked through. Going up to your room to change them was too great a risk with Joel's words ringing in your ears "Just you wait until I find a way to get you alone."

Those words had been whispered in your ear when he'd greeted you with a hug to wish you a Happy Birthday. Since you had only lived here for the summer and you only had a handful of friends, your mom had decided to invite the neighbourhood. A little joint birthday/off to college/get to know the neighbours party. Unfortunately, you already knew a couple of neighbours particularly well. One was giving you daggers from the moment he saw the dress you were wearing. The other caught you in the kitchen grabbing a soda.

"I think I'd better renegotiate my terms with Joel. You are begging to be fucked in that dress. What do you say? I'll tell Carol I have to go into the office. Then I'll give you a birthday treat?"

Luckily, the hand Dave had been running up the back of your thigh moved to grab a snack when someone came in behind you.

Since then, you had been very careful not to be alone. You didn't trust either man not to follow you and fuck you with people around. More importantly you didn't trust yourself to say no.

The playlist you'd picked seemed to be a winner. People were dancing as well as mingling and talking. You got on the makeshift dance floor to take a spin round it. Thankfully neither Dave or Joel were there to watch at that point. Part of you hoped they had skulked off to jerk themselves off. Maybe then they'd calm down. The testosterone coming off them in waves every time a boy your age came near you was ruining your underwear. Thankfully, the two of them were out of sight. You took a moment to collect yourself, leaning on the wall just inside the kitchen and letting the tiled surface of it cool you. A smile was on your face as you watched your mom have a go at the latest Tiktok dance.

Suddenly, the room was plunged into near darkness. The music stopped. Confused voices took its place.

"The lights are on across the way. It must be the breaker." You heard your mom's voice.

Just as people started to switch on their phone flashlights, a large hand clamped over your mouth. A strong arm wrapped around your waist. In tandem, they pulled you back into the walk-in pantry. Those hands then moved to squeeze your breasts. A small gasp torn from your throat. They then skimmed down your curves until they found your thighs. Before moving up to cup your wet sex through the damp material there. You should have stopped him. People were only a few feet away. Then his finger dipped inside you, stretching you around them. His other hand found your clit. Making you work harder to keep in your moans. His lips found your bare shoulder. Plush, warm lips. A clean shaven cheek dragged across your skin as he moved to your neck.

"Dave?!" Panic flared in you. You tried to pull away but he spread his fingers and kept you speared there.

"Sshhh. Not so loud. You don't want people to find us. Especially not Joel, who I know did this to ruin your party and get you away from those boys." That was your thinking too. That's why you had assumed it was Joel who grabbed you. "What a naughty boy. We should teach him a lesson. Imagine how mad he'll be when he comes to play with this little cunt and it's already filled with my cum again? I bet he'd punish you real well."

You didn't have to tell Dave your view on that. Your pussy did it for you, leaking onto his hand. "Dirty fucking girl! I'm going to keep your mouth covered. You play with that clit nice and fast. I'm going to use your tight pussy to get this done quickly before he comes looking."

This was a bad choice and you knew it. The journey down that rabbit hole was well underway. Between last night and Joel teaching you how to sixty-nine this morning, you might as well be fucked in a pantry with your mom a few feet away. There was no redeeming you now.

Dave's cock was at your entrance before you knew it. He had the courtesy to pull your hips back slowly to push inside. Everything was still tender from last night. Even your jaw ached, which didn't seem to matter. Dave didn't seem like he was going to kiss you. This was more a functional fucking. He was going to fill you and send you to Joel. You had to admit when he was goal oriented, Dave got the job done. He'd pulled you up onto your tipple toes and squatted down a little so he could angle towards your g-spot. His thrusts were hard and fast but not without purpose. Your hand worked with them to get you off fast. Surprisingly so as you shuddered in his grip.

"Fuck. Yes. Dirty girl, soaking my cock. Fuck, bend over." Dave near bent you in two and started fucking you faster as you grabbed the wall above your head to steady you. "Shit. This tight little cunt takes my big, fat cock so well…I…." The quiet whine that left him made you flutter around him.

It was thrilling to make a big intimidating man weak for you. He continued to moan as he pumped more of his spend into you before dragging your underwear back up. You were just fixing your dress as the lights came back on. Turning to Dave you watched him tuck his cock back in and fix his outfit.

For a moment from the way he looked at you, you thought he might kiss you instead he grabbed your pussy. "Keep these on until Joel peels them off." Then he was gone. Giving it what you thought was enough time. You slipped out of the pantry only to run into your mom.

"There you are, Sweetie. Are you okay?" She cradled your cheek for a second. "Yeah, I was just getting more sauces when the lights went out."

"Oh. Well, it's fixed now. Joel took care of it. He's such a good neighbour. Oh, Sweetie, it looks like you spilled something on your dress. What is that? Ranch?" Before she looked closer. One of her friends came to grab her attention.

When she moved away you could see Joel standing behind her, seething at the fact that you were definitely not covered in ranch.

"My friend invited me to a bar. I might go after I tidy up. If that's okay with you? Your friends can stay over. Dave and the Morgans are going to be home if you need anything."

Just before you moved here, your mom got out of a crappy marriage to your step dad. She still made you her number one priority but you could see she was lonely. "Go now, Mom. We'll clean up." A couple of the people milling around agreed."

Dr and Mrs Morgan helped to clean up quickly with their son who was a little younger than you. When you finished you made sure to thank them all. Joel helped too. In fact he insisted on staying to help as he waved the Morgans off. "It's fine Melissa. You get your boy home. Sarah went back off to her spa weekend with the York girls. I got time."

Thankfully most of the tidying was done when Joel stalked back into the kitchen. Stopping short of you he pulled up a chair. "Now, Honey, are there some things you'd like to tell me?"

"Like what?" You didn't meet his gaze.

"How about you wearing this dress around those boys? And having one stay to help you?"

A laugh bubbled out of you. "Josh? His mom's aren't the only ones that are gay."

"The kids still young, he might be looking to experiment, and there you are in that slutty little outfit, parading around in front of him with a cum stain on it."

"I…" your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"Now, why don't you tell me about Dave? Did I not suck that pussy hard enough this morning that you had to throw it on his dick?" His tone was eerily calm despite his words. "Take it off."

"What?"

"Take it off." There was a bite there now. "Take all of it off. The slutty fucking dress. The cum filled panties. Take. It. Off."

A tremor developed in your hands as you complied. Once you were naked in front of him. He leaned back in his chair.

"Now, what am I going to do with you?" He fished your panties from on top of your discarded dress. He held them in one hand as he spoke. "Did you enjoy taking Dave's cock again?"

When you didn't answer he slammed his fist onto the table. He didn't scare you but the shock of it forced out an answer. "Yes!"

"He told me he made you touch yourself until you came. Is that right?"

"Yes."

"Show me."

"What?"

"Sit your ass on the edge of this table. Spread your legs and show me how you touched yourself for him."

Once you were situated he pulled his chair up between your legs. "Go on."

Hesitantly you began to touch your clit. "Joel, the door isn't locked. The windows."

The blinds were still open in the kitchen. Anyone could see.

Joel laughed bitterly. "You've paraded that barely covered ass around. Your tits were almost spilling out and a married man fucked you in the kitchen with people a few feet away. It's a bit late to be modest. This is what I was talking about. You need to whore fucked out of you before you end up on your knees in some college circle jerk having a bunch of boys blow their loads over you."

Nodding you carried on working your clit. Thanks to earlier it did take long for you to come again. Shrinking under Joel intense gaze you barely made a sound. A little whimper came out as you quivered.

"Look at that." Joel's face was inches away from your pussy now. "Those little twitches are pumping all of Dave's cum out. It'd be a shame to waste it." With that he stood, pushing you back onto the table. The motion parted your legs and he slipped in between them. One of his hands pushed your thighs apart while the other gathered yours and Dave combined cum. You moaned at the intrusion when he started to slather it over your asshole, pressing his fingertips in ever so slightly with each pass.

"Maybe the problem is that I haven't claimed all your holes yet. I've painted your cunt. You've swallowed my cum. Now.." he pushed his finger in more, causing you to hiss. "Hush now, Darlin'. I'll admit I was mad before but now I'm just taking care of you. You don't want to go off to college and settle for some kid awkwardly jack rabbiting until he squirts into a condom just because you're horny. Let me satisfy you good and proper. Let me fuck some of those hormones out. Relax, just take it."

The finger at your hole pushed in more as he thumbed your clit. "Oh, good girl. There you go." His knuckle popped past your tight ring. "Gonna fuck your hole with my finger for a little while. Gotta get you good and ready for my cock." He felt you tense around him at the thought of taking his cock if just one finger was this tight. "Welcome to the adult world, Sweetheart. Your choices have consequences. You let another man come in my pussy. Now I have to fuck your hole whether you like it or not. See how I'm being kind, getting you all wet and prepared. What do you say?"

When you didn't instantly answer he pushed another finger in. "Oh. Fuck. Thank you, Joel."

"Good girl. You deserve a treat. Nothing but the best for my girl." His thumb was replaced by his lips as he sucked hard on your clit. The pleasure was so intense he managed to start on finger number three. Once you came again he used that to coat his cock, dipping it inside you and thrusting languidly until he was covered.

"Here, hold your knees up for me, Sweet Girl. Good." With you spread open he pushed in slowly. The burn was laced with ecstasy. It took a moment for the burn to fade then you moaned at the fullness stimulating all your delicate nerves.

"Fuck every hole on you is perfect." Joel wasn't in a hurry to finish. He pumped himself inside you leisurely. "You know. I think I've decided that I don't want you fucking any boys. I saw the way you were dancing with the girls out there. How you giggle and flushed when they accidently touched you. I think you'd be happy to get off with them." The thought made your throat dry. You couldn't deny it so you just lay there taking what he was giving you his cock, his proclamations. "When you go back east to college I'm gonna get lonely. I might need some material to keep me going. You could send me some pictures of that pretty face buried in a pussy. Maybe at the holidays you can bring a friend over? I'm a good host. I'd make you comfortable. One of you could sit on my cock and the other on my face." His thrusts stayed slow and shallow as he continued. "Or I could fill you while you make her come. Hell, maybe I'd even forgive Dave enough to let him join. We could see who could fuck you senseless first. I do sort of owe him." The chuckle he let out caused his cock to jump inside you. "We were going to share you at first but then I tasted that pussy on your fingers. I knew you had to be mine. Dave gets enough pussy anyway. When I wouldn't let him come over earlier he sent me a photo an hour later of some woman's face covered in his cum. He's pissed that you get him so worked up."

The thought of the two of them wanting you added to the tingle Joel's cock was nudging against through the thin wall of your pussy. Just as you finally started to fully relax around him and Joel bottomed out with a sigh, your phone rang. It was still on the table from where you had been cleaning earlier.

"Shit. It's my mom!" Joel barely reacted. He picked up the phone, answered it and put it on speaker. "Hi, mom. What's up?" It was a strain to keep your voice level as Joel pushed as deep in as he could and held himself there.

"The bar was super busy. We decided to come back. We'll be about five to ten minutes. I hope you don't mind. I heard none of your friends stayed."

"No. I was tired so I sent them home. I'm going to bed now."

"Oh, okay. We'll be quiet."

"Thanks. Bye, Mom."

As she said bye Joel hung up for you. "I guess we better be quick."

"Quick? No, Joel, she said five minutes. I need to get up to bed. You need to leave." You tried to sit up.

"No." Rough grabbed your tit to push you down. "You need to learn your lesson. Trust me." When you tried to argue he stuff you panties that he'd left balled up on the table into your mouth.

"Joel, please." You sobbed around them. It turned into a muffled scream as he started to thrust in aid of his release.

"This is what you need to learn, Baby. Look at how you've got me and Dave. He couldn't nut on your pretty face so he got some bored waitress to blow him. You've got me rambling about fantasies while balls deep in you. This is what you do to men.You momma could walk in right now and she couldn't blame me. This is all you. It's all your fault."

Whether it was his words or the pain of the new pace and depth, tears spilled from your eyes. "Stop. Joel. Stop, please." You couldn't have your mom see this.

"You don't mean that. Here." His fingers aggressively rubbed your clit. Your body reacted in spite of you. An orgams built quickly as Joel continued to use your ass.

"I didn't mean to make you cry, Baby. I'm just looking out for you. You need to know the truth. Men are going to be feral for you. You need to keep yourself safe without me. This is what could happen. They could be in you and not be able to stop themselves. You can take it though, my strong girl." His thrusts were still deep and strong but now they were erratic. "Take it just a little more. I'm almost there. Come on, come for me. Come while I fill you. Oh, fuck. Oh shit, Princess." The sight of Joel arching between your legs as he helplessly shot load after load inside you made you come. It was fucked up. He used you, degraded you. Ignored your pleas to stop, even if you didn't mean it. It was wrong. So fucking wrong. Still with what little strength was left in your rung out body you flung yourself at him, taking all the kisses he had denied you in anger.

"Oh, Sweetness. I'm glad you're not angry. I took it a little far. You know it's because I care right?" You nodded against his neck as you rested there a minute. "Speaking of which, you go get a shower. I'll clean up here." You looked at the once tidy table now covered in something that definitely wasn't ranch.

Over the sound of the spray of the water against your most intimate area, you heard your mom arrive home and a muffled conversation. When you got into bed, there was a text from Joel waiting for you.

I told your mom I sent you to bed while I tidied. Poor you, you were so tired. If you're sore in the morning. Come over and I'll eat your ass until you feel better.

It made your clean skin feel dirty. You wanted to go over there now and let him do whatever he wanted to do to your body. Deciding not to reply to him for fear of asking if you could come over and arousing your mom's suspicions, you set your phone down. After a moment it pinged. It was a message tone that was completely unfamiliar to you.

You naughty girl. You got me in trouble with Joel. He's not happy that I used your pussy.

The message disappeared a few seconds after you read it. Another one appeared.

He thinks that it's his. You and I know better. Don't we, Babygirl?

[milkywaydrabbles]

Fluff 7 with Alucard! I imagine a very snarky s/o for this one XD

- tentacle anon

A/N: smoochies tentacle anon I hope you're doing well xx This one's also a bit short, I technically did this prompt already but I'm doing it from his POV now, I hope this is what you envisioned! Enjoy! MWUAH

"I could just stare at you forever" x Alucard

Alucard was throwing a party tonight.

Well, you were throwing a party tonight. It was Alucard’s birthday, and you wanted to celebrate with everyone in the village. They were all so kind and grateful for him, of course they all agreed. He kept trying to beg that he didn’t need a party. That it would be less stressful on everyone if he didn’t have one. But you were having none of it! You also decided not to tell him any of the details outside the time everyone would be over. You wanted him to be relaxed, even though it felt like he had porcupine quills in his skin any time he thought about having so many people over to celebrate the day of his birth. Even Sypha and Trevor teased him about how doting you were; how much thought you were putting into this. But how couldn’t you! You loved him dearly, and wanted him to be celebrating.

You also just loved hosting. So of course you would love to host a party this big. But you digress. 

You forced him to stay upstairs in the corridor of your shared room. He had free range of the study, the library, you’d even bring him up food if he so asked. But he wasn’t allowed anywhere near downstairs, not until you were done. At one point, you even asked Trevor to keep an eye on him in the beginning when he was much too nosy. Trevor blocked the door to the room, begging that he listen to you just this once and not go downstairs, “I’ll be hung by my dick if you see anything before it’s done Alucard, I’m begging just don’t look” As funny of a thought that was, he decided to spare the new father of your torture (though he really wanted to see you strangle him.)

You’d finally come upstairs to him, kissing all over his face with a smile. “Okay, now it’s time for us to get ready!” giving him another smooch and bounding to the bathroom, to prep and pamper for the party. He chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes as he followed you.

-

Adrian was actually quite grateful to you, bathing with him and washing his hair, detangling, the works. You wanted to pamper him just as much as you wanted to pamper yourself. It felt nice, and Adrian relaxed for the first time today in your arms while you lathered him in creams and colognes. “Here, Adrian, you have to wear this tonight!” Huh, you’d already picked out the outfit of the night. It was a nice suit, just..not something he wore a lot. He wondered more and more of your plans for the night. “Okay, now sit over there and just look pretty--I have to finish!” 

It didn’t take too much longer for you to finish up, coming out of the bathroom dressed to the nines. “Alright, pretty boy, what do you think?” Alucard had been reading a book that was on the corner of his nightstand to waste some time, not expecting the sight in front of him.

You were gorgeous, a beautiful floor length dress with a deep cut in the back, a beautifully rich color to match his suit. He couldn’t help but gawk at you, book forgotten quickly. He moved across the room to you, blatantly eyeing you up--hands moved on his own accord to trace the fabric of the dress on your waist. You chuckled, nervously, before gingerly holding his jaw and having him look at you. “You’re making me nervous Adrian, do you like it?”

Like it?

“I could just stare at you forever. I love it.” And he thinks he would stare at you forever if you let him. You barked out a laugh with a roll of your eyes, “creep.” He kissed at your cheek, and jaw, and traced down your neck before hearing the grand bang of the door knocker downstairs. You pushed him off with a smirk.

“Come on, lover boy, your guests are waiting.”

[kitramune]

InuKag were together for a whole year before RT retconned it.

(Reposted from my Twitter. And as a starting disclaimer, yes, I know this was retconned when Kagome had a graduation chapter, but I still enjoy thinking about it.) So I've done a little theory crafting, and I really think InuKag were traveling together a long time before they met their other friends. Possibly even a year before Miroku. Thanks to color versions of pages, we can guess that the manga starts in autumn. Leaf color, falling leaves, the villagers harvesting extra thatch for their homes, and everyone having foggy breath. (This also means Kagome's birthday is probably in autumn!)

The Blank Woman and Sesshoumaru seem to be in winter, because a lot of the trees are finally bare, and Kagome's dressing warmer. Note that Japanese flying squirrels do not hibernate. Though I'll admit this one has less evidence, it seems to match up.

The frog prince arc is spring. Again easy thanks to color pages, and Kagome finally being able to swim.

After meeting Shippou we transition into summer for the poltergeist and spider arcs. Again, Kagome's attire makes this obvious, with her sundresses and short-sleeved summer uniform while eating ice cream. Also the people doing fireworks. Nazuna is also picking Chinese Bellflowers, which are a summer bloom.

I'm guessing Kikyou's resurrection is either late summer or early fall due to the field of pampas grass and the dragonflies.

And we're back around to proper autumn by Miroku's intro chapter. Fallen leaves, hot spring monkeys, and persimmons!

So there you have it! They were "alone" together (sans Shippou lol) for an entire year! I think this makes a lot of things make more sense, like Inuyasha almost kissing her "already" and realizing he likes her by then. There was more one-on-one bonding than we thought! Again, I'm not trying to claim this as absolute canon, since I'm aware Rumiko retconned it later to have Kagome graduate near the end of the series. I hope it hasn't come off as me trying to do anything but point out how the seasons initially played out.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 2 - Mistletoe

@wolfstarmicrofic Prompt 2, word count 836

Remus was running late for Lily’s birthday party. He hadn’t wanted to go, not really, but he’d made a promise and he intended to stick to it. He hurried down the road fixing his tie into place just as he made it to the venue. 

Sirius was bored already, every single person at James and Lily’s Christmas party he’d met before. He needed someone new, someone interesting. He didn’t care who, just someone to relieve him of his absolute boredom. That’s when he walked in. Brown corduroy trousers and a wrinkled white shirt, with a green tie that had some sort of pattern on it that Sirius couldn’t quite make out. He didn’t look promising. 

Remus spotted Lily as soon as he walked in, her flaming red hair easy to see. 

“Remus! You came!” Lily squealed as she threw her arms around him. 

“Of course I came, I promised you didn’t I?” She squeezed him harder. 

“Come meet James. He’s dying to meet you.” Remus allowed Lily to lead him over to the tall man with messy black hair and very round glasses. 

“James, this is Remus. Remus, this is James.” Lily proudly introduced them before walking away and leaving them to make awkward small talk.

“So, you work with Lily?” James asked, clearly as uncomfortable as Remus felt. 

“Er, yeah. Different department but same building.” James nodded as he listened. 

“Nice tie.” He said spotting Remus’s tie. 

“Oh, er, thanks, it was my Secret Santa gift.” And that was as much as they managed to say as a gaggle of young women swarmed around James giggling and jostling Remus out of the way.     

Sirius had forgotten about the tall man the second he’d written him off for his terrible dress sense. He’d been hanging out near the drinks table, mixing concoctions trying to make something fun that would also knock your socks off. He was just reaching for the maraschino cherries when a scared hand wrapped around them first. 

“Oh, sorry, did you want these? A soft lilting voice apologised. He looked up at the speaker and realised it was the tall man from earlier. 

“No, no it’s fine. I was just messing around with them.” Sirius told him grabbing a handful of cranberries instead. “I think these will work better anyway.” He threw them into his drink and took a sip. 

He was pleasantly surprised, it was sweet and sharp at the same time and very refreshing. 

“What’s it called?” The man asked him. Sirius shrugged. 

“Not sure yet, might have to have a few more swigs before I decide so I can make an educated guess.” The man leaned over and sniffed at the drink. 

“Hmm, vodka, lemon and cranberries with a hint of something herby.” 

“That would be the rosemary.” Sirius gave him the answer before he could ask. “You’ve got an amazing sense of smell. I’m Sirius by the way.”

“Remus. Er, thanks. I’ve always been good at picking out scents. Can’t go down a candle aisle though, it's pure torture.” Sirius couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing, and Remus smiled back at him. Sirius was finding the young man more engaging than he had expected.

“So thought of a name for it yet?” Remus asked him. 

“Hmmm, well it's Christmas so probably should name it something related.” He thought for another few seconds and then the name popped into his head. “Mistletoe.” He proclaimed proudly. 

“Mistletoe?” Remus said, then excitedly pointed at his tie. “Just like on my tie.” Sirius looked more closely at him then, taking in the scars running across every bit of visible skin. They shimmered almost magically in the low lighting of the room. Sirius realised that Remus was actually quite handsome and wanted to see if he was open to a bit of flirting. 

“Can I see it?” He asked and was only mildly surprised when Remus pulled the entire thing off and handed it over. 

Sirius held the silky accessory in his hands, letting it slide through his fingers. Inspiration hit him and very slowly he raised the tie so it was dangling above his head. 

“Oh, look, mistletoe.” He murmured seductively. Remus blushed red but didn’t step away.

“You know what you have to do when there’s mistletoe?” He carried on, wiggling the tie above him. 

Sod it Remus thought. He’s fit as, might as well have some fun. Remus leaned in and kissed Sirius roughly, putting a hand behind his neck and pulling him closer. He felt Sirius melt into his touch. 

Remus pulled away and whispered against Sirius’s jaw. 

“You can keep the tie love.” His voice had gone deep and gravely with lust. He pressed one more chaste kiss against Sirius’s lips and wandered away to stand on the other side of the room. 

It was only when Remus raised a familiar glass that Sirius realised that he’d stolen his drink. He barked out his best laugh, this one was going to be trouble and he already loved it.      

[bangtanhoneys]

BTS Wedding Series: The Proposal

SEOKJIN 

So he had everything planned…near enough. He had booked one of the fanciest restaurants in Seoul, In Space, located at the Arario Museum. The courses were going to cost a pretty penny but this night had been about a month in the making and he wasn’t going to let anything ruin this. 

In a private area of the restaurant, a table for two had been set up with a vase of a dozen red roses in the middle, expensive wine and an expensive private chef to cook the food in front of you. Convincing you to come to a restaurant like this, to glam up and put on the fanciest dress you had, was a trial in itself. It wasn’t your anniversary or your birthday or Seokjin’s birthday. So why the need for fancy?

“Because I pulled a few favours to try this place and I’m eating there at least once in my life,” Seokjin had explained while going through your wardrobe to find one of the dresses he liked. So you got glammed up, got in the hired car and here you were, wondering not for the first time in the evening what was happening. 

By the time dessert came along, the two of you were completely stuffed. You certainly got what you paid for with a four-course meal, using fine ingredients, with an incredible view and a private chef to talk you through what he was cooking and how he was cooking it. 

The dessert was a round chocolate ball, with various flavours of sorbet and ice cream and a pot of melted chocolate to pour over the ball. Seokjin grinned behind his hand as he watched you pick up the pot and with childlike glee, pour the chocolate over the ball and watch it melt like magic. 

Now you’d expect the ball to be filled with some kind of cheesecake or dessert but instead, the ring Seokjin had picked out those years ago laid perfectly in its open box, glinting in the candlelight. 

“No way,” you gasped as you put the pot down then turned to look at your boyfriend with amazement. “And here I thought I forgot our anniversary.”

“No, that’s another three months away. This,” he said as he plucked the ring out of its box and held it in front of you, “is a proposal. One I’ve spent a lot of time on so it would be wonderful if you said yes otherwise it’s going to look a bit awkward.”

Only he could downplay his own proposal, make it seem like nothing when it was everything and the ring he had picked was simply gorgeous. “Well let’s not make things awkward. Yes, one hundred times yes.”

It certainly wasn’t awkward when he slipped the ring onto your finger, it wasn’t awkward when he kissed you, it wasn’t awkward when you finally realised what was happening and you were engaged to your best friend. It became a little awkward when the staff started cheering, the chef cheering louder about how his chocolate invention worked perfectly this time. 

YOONGI

You both had decided to go to your parents for Christmas this year with plans to meet Yoongi’s parents for the New Year. It had been hard to do something with both sets of parents because of Yoongi’s schedule but now the group was focusing on solo projects, this meant holidays were now family time. 

One of the traditions your parents kept up was stockings at the end of the bed that could be opened in the morning before coming down for the main presents and since Yoongi had come into your life all those years ago, they had one ready for him at the end of your bed. It was a cute little tradition, stockings filled with random bits and bobs. 

You both had snuck something in each stocking the night before, thinking each other wouldn’t have a clue what was going on. For Yoongi, it had been the perfect time to finally propose to you. He could do it in the comfort of your family home, yet not in front of your parents (you never know, something could go wrong). That didn’t mean he hadn’t already spoken to them beforehand about plans to propose to you and had received their blessings, so he was now more than ready to get that ring on your finger. 

You, on the other hand, had decided to be an idiot and pile his stocking full of tangerines which would spill out the moment he opened his stocking. 

“Come on, let’s open our stockings,” you said as you gently poked at his chest. Yoongi groaned and rolled over, glanced at the time and then groaned even louder. “It’s five in the morning, why don’t you go back to sleep?”

“Nope. Excited. Come on.” 

There wasn’t going to be anything to stop you so Yoongi let out a long yawn and sat up, rubbed at his shoulder for a moment then reached over to the bottom of the bed to pull the two stockings over. He plopped yours in your lap, then settled against the pillows to open his. Tangerines, many tangerines, spilled over his chest, and his lap then rolled off the bed and across the floor.

“What the hell,” he went to yell but you shushed him before he could, reminding him of the time. The look he shot you reminded you easily of a grumpy cat. 

You giggled to yourself then began pulling out presents, opening them, chuckling at all the silly presents your parents had gotten you. You finally got to the last one, a small box and ripped the wrapping from it. A small grin settled on Yoongi’s mouth when he saw what present you got to so he picked up one of the many oranges and began to peel it. 

“What’s this?” you whispered then opened the box, the sapphire glittering at you from where it sat on what was clearly an engagement ring.

“Marry me?” Yoongi asked, holding out a segment of tangerine for you to eat. You looked at him completely dumbfounded and ate the segment without thinking, allowing Yoongi to take hold of the ring and slip it onto your finger.

“Hang on! I haven’t said yes!” 

“You ate the orange, you accepted, deal with it.”

You pouted at Yoongi who grinned at you and held out another segment. “Yes?”

“Yes. Always yes.”

HOSEOK 

If you know Hobi enough, and you did, he liked to do things differently and slightly over the top. He was dramatic with everything he did though the silence and dark eyes when he went into focus mode often worried you. So for the past week or two, he had been silent and brooding almost. Locked away in his studio, planning, though you didn’t know what exactly. Even the boys had been unaware of what Hobi had planned, they were none the wiser. 

After walking on eggshells, for what felt like forever, Hobi came bouncing home one day to ask you to reserve your weekend for him and him only as he had plans. Of course, he didn’t say what plans and he didn’t exactly allude to anything else other than get your fancy dress on and meet him at HYBE. 

Staff cleared the entrances and lifts for you, directing you to go all the way up to the top where they had created a space for events. By the time you got to the floor, everywhere was completely empty and very few lights had been left on for you. 

“Hobi?!” you called out, gripping the bag you had brought with you. “You’re making me nervous here.”

Somehow you managed to find the double doors which you pushed open, letting out a gasp at what you saw. Ivory material had been laid out across the floor like a carpet, an aisle had been formed with a mix of ivory flowers (hydrangeas, roses, lilies) and candles. They led the way from the doors to the end of the room where there were massive lit-up letters that spelt out ‘MARRY ME,’ large white balloons floating behind the sign. 

Right in front, how could you miss him, was Hoseok on one knee, waiting for you. 

“You had me so worried,” you tearfully laugh as you walk up the material and take everything in, including the gorgeous ring that lay in a box in Hoseok’s hands. 

“Surprised you though,” he chuckled as he stood to pull you into his arms, bringing your head to rest underneath his chin. You stood there for a moment or two, pulling away enough to look up at his face. “I need to give you my answer though,” you started as you took hold of his free hand and laced your fingers together. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Just don’t scare me again.”

Hobi burst into giggles, almost falling back if it hadn’t been for your hand holding him tight and placed the engagement ring securely on your finger. The lights all of a sudden came on and you could see six pairs of eyes watching from the door that had opened the moment you had given the answer. 

“She said yes?”

“She said yes,” Hobi confirmed. There was a chorus of cheers as all the boys came rushing in, Jimin popping the champagne bottle that made Hobi jump back and scream at the noise. They were a crazy bunch, and one of them just happened to now be your fiance.

NAMJOON 

At first, it had been a great idea to suggest a hike up the Jindallae Mountain Range, to see the azaleas bloom and to challenge them to get to the peak in record time. But then you had underestimated your walking skills and Namjoon’s long legs and thick thighs. So many stairs. So many goddamn stairs. It was if the lift to Hybe had stopped working and you were walking up its many, many, many flights of stairs.

“Come on jagi, it’s not far now,” Namjoon encouraged as he adjusted the backpack filled with water and snacks.

“You said that about twenty minutes ago and we’re not even halfway up yet,” you scowled. At least you were wearing a good pair of hiking shoes, coupled with decent clothing that allowed a good breeze in because lord, you were sweating. 

“We’ll be there in another hour or so,” the leader of BTS estimated and ignored your cry of protest, glancing at the map along the trail as if he didn’t know this place like the back of his hands. 

It was a long and gruelling process, only made better by the views you would see at every stop on the way. It was gorgeous and the flowers gave off their soft scent on the way, though the stairs were a bit unsteady and one wrong move could have you over the edge and down the rocky cliff.

You finally got to the top of the peak, which overlooked the whole national park and you had to admit that even though it had been a complete labour of love, it was worth it for just the view. You snapped a few pictures on your phone and took the bottle of water Namjoon offered, gulping half of it down. 

“So was I right?” he asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead and placing his hat on more securely.

“Yes, you were right. You always are.”

“Would I be right about this?”

When you turned to question what it was, you found him on one knee (in the rocky mud mind you) with one hand on yours and another holding the most gorgeous ring you had seen. The band had leaves and diamonds on the points, both a testament to your love of nature and Namjoon’s love of the earth. A ring to show the bond you two had, a ring to show his complete and utter love for you.

“When are you ever wrong?” you asked but gently closed the box, giggling slightly at the look on his face. “Ask me again when we’re down the other side and there’s no risk of you losing it down the rocky mountain.”

“But the answer’s yes?” he questioned while carefully slipping the box back into his backpack.

“When have you ever heard me say no?”

“Never. But I wanted to make sure you didn’t mind marrying this clumsy fool.”

To prove his point, Namjoon’s foot slipped against the rock he was on and you automatically reached over to pull him to you. “I really don’t mind, you clumsy fool.”

JIMIN 

For your birthday, Jimin had booked a holiday to the famous city of love: Paris. You two had hopped on a plane, spent many hours on board a direct flight to Paris and arrived at one of the most exquisite hotels the city had to offer: Shangri-La. He had booked the La Suite Shangri-La, which was perched on the top floor and a modern apartment with a full 360 balcony that ran from the bathroom to the living room, giving a completely unobstructed view of Paris and the Eiffel Tower.

You were on day five of your holiday, another nine days to enjoy yourselves and you had planned to spend the day on the terrace, enjoy the French sun and do nothing as tomorrow it was a private tour of Lourve. Jimin had gone completely all out on this holiday, wanting to make sure everything was perfect and had booked every day full of things to do.

In the morning you had enjoyed a bubble bath with the balcony doors slightly open to hear the people of the city go to work, got dressed in a floaty summer dress in the walk-in closet outside the bathroom, walked through the bedroom and into the living room with a dining room attached. It really was an apartment, one you could live in quite happily for the rest of your life as your feet padded through to the small kitchen where coffee was on the go.

On the terrace, Jimin had sat at the table where he was enjoying his own coffee and updating the boys on the trip. They had asked if he had popped the question yet which he said he hadn’t, laughing to himself at the messages that came back from everyone which was essentially calling him an idiot.

He didn’t want to rush, wanted to wait for the right time. 

The random playlist he found on Spotify was playing in the background and he glanced over when the door to the terrace opened, holding out his hand for you to take. “Enjoy your bath?” he asked, pulling you onto his lap and wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you in place. He placed a kiss on your bare shoulder, breathed in the scene from the bubble bath and rested his chin on top of your shoulder.

“There’s something about Parisian baths and how I want one for the rest of the trip,” you answered while taking a sip of your coffee. Even the coffee was perfect.

The Eiffel Tower was right in front of you, the two of you staring at it as the sound of the city continued their day like normal. It seemed surreal to find yourself here but it was one of Jimin’s favourite places to visit so he had promised to bring you for your birthday.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked, placing the cup on the table and turning around so your side was resting against Jimin’s chest.

“You, the future, everything.”

“Hmmm,” you murmured and reached over to play with the blonde locks that had been dyed two weeks before you left. “Anything in particular?”

“Marrying you,” was his honest answer. Your eyes met and you let out a chuckle, reaching over to press a kiss to his lips. “Well, I can’t wait for that to happen.”

There was silence for a moment, just enjoying the slow jazz that was playing now in the background as you both stared at the Eiffel Tower. All of a sudden a Tiffany & Co box was placed in front of you, still wrapped in its bow. 

“Jimin, when did you get this?” you whispered, reaching over to take hold of it. 

“In New York, I’ve had it for a while. You going to open it?” Jimin muttered against your shoulder, both arms around your waist as if he was afraid you’d run away. 

It was stupid but there were already tears forming in your eyes as you pulled the bow away and opened the box. The gasp you let out reassured Jimin that he had picked the right ring and he reached out to take hold of it, bringing it both to your eyeline.

“Can we start putting plans in place? Because I really do want to marry you.”

You let out a teary laugh, brushing the tears from your cheek but you nodded all the same. “Yes, a thousand times yes.” 

The ring slipped on your finger perfectly and as Jimin reached over to kiss you, he muttered: “Let’s explore Paris now as fiancees.”

TAEHYUNG

“So you’ve hired out a cafe in Hongdae for Valentine’s Day so we can have a one to one jewellery making course?”

Taehyung really did come up with the most ingenious ideas for Valentine’s Day and how to treat you and make it fun. Maybe Hongdae wasn’t the best place for an idol to be seen but his driver was dropping the two of you off, parking around the corner to wait for the two of you to be done and then you’d be off for dinner.

“Exactly. Come on, it will be fun,” Tae said as he took hold of your hand and pulled you into the cafe. Sure enough, it was closed to the public and the blinds were drawn for complete privacy. One member of staff at the counter to make drinks and the instructor ready for your lesson.

You had to put your hand on your heart and say it was one of the best dates the two of you had in a while and Tae’s unusual questions about the material and the tools had the instructor scratching their head but glad someone was asking questions that weren’t the lovey dovey kind.

Enjoying each other's company while Taehyung’s favourite jazz music played in the background, the two of you almost competing with one another over who could create the best piece of jewellery. You had gone for a silver band bracelet, keeping it simple so it wouldn’t cause too much suspicion if ARMY happened to see it at any point. Taehyung had gone for a ring to match the bracelet you were making, measuring your finger with eyes rather than the measuring type.

It took a good two hours, if not slightly longer with the amount of laughter that was happening but the results came out perfect in the end. You had gone for an engraving on the side of the bracelet that no one could see, with the date of which was made with your two initials. Taehyung had gone a bit different, picking out the garnet stone and placing it in the middle of the band.

When it was finished, the two of you swapped jewellery. Tae slid the bracelet onto his right wrist, wiggling it slightly to get it comfortable and you slid the ring onto the only finger that it would fit: your ring finger. 

“Jagi, it’s on the wrong finger,” he called out as the instructor was finishing up and cleaning it all away.

“It’s the only finger it will fit on.” You were a bit baffled as he slipped the ring off the offending finger and placed it on your other ring finger. “What?” you laughed but were soon shut up by the replacement he had slipped on your finger.

A gorgeous art deco style ring with a ruby in the middle, mini diamonds surrounding it. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said as he kissed your cheek and grinned at your dumbfounded face. 

“What? How?”

“How? Well I bought this engagement ring awhile back and this was all a ploy to ask you to marry me.”

You gaped at him in complete surprise and Taehyung had to burst into laughter as he pushed your law up to close your mouth. “You can say yes later. We’ve got reservations to get to, we need to celebrate.”

JUNGKOOK 

“Now, Bam, this piece goes here,” you said as you held up the offending puzzle piece that you had been struggling to find for the past hour. You showed it to Bam who automatically sniffed it and watched as you slotted it into its place. “There we go.”

Jungkook had brought the puzzle home an hour ago as part of your birthday gifts since you had a habit of putting jigsaw puzzles together and then enjoying pulling them apart after agonising days of searching for pieces. At least this time you had Bam for comfort as you were finally starting to put all the last pieces together. 

“You finished yet?” Jungkook called from the bedroom, where he had just come out of the shower after a long day of dance practice. 

“Nearly! Another hour I think,” you called back as Bam rested his head in your lap and left you to it. “Thanks buddy. Help was appreciated,” you chuckled as you rubbed his ears with one hand and used the other to pick up a piece of the puzzle, lifted it to the light then back to the puzzle to find the piece. 

Your boyfriend came out in his signature grey sweatpants and black t-shirt as if he didn’t wear anything else, and settled down beside you. As much as he wanted tempted to reach over and finish the puzzle for you, it was something for you and you only to finish. 

It was an agonising hour, as you predicted before you placed the final puzzle piece into its slot. “All done,” you cheered and used the moment to stretch your back. Sitting on the floor with a high coffee table in front of you was not a good idea.

“So what does it say?” Jungkook asked, throwing his phone onto the couch to lean forward to see the puzzle.

“Hmm? Oh,” you gently moved a sleeping Bam off your lap and used the couch to stand up to get a good look at the puzzle.

“Forever and always. Will you marry me?”

By the time you had finished reading it and your brain caught up with what you were reading, Jungkook had already pulled the ring out of his pocket and handed it to you.

“Me and ARMY created this together. So really it’s a question from all of us: will you marry me and have me, Bam and ARMY forever?”

The ring was an exact representation of Jungkook’s love for his fans, their love for the both of you and it all coming together with a purple stone on a band of diamonds that looked like a crown. And it certainly didn’t take you long to slip the ring on your finger, jump into Jungkook’s arms screaming ‘yes’ and for Bam to soon join in the celebration by knocking the puzzle off the table in his haste to get you.

[periwinckles]

Please tell me you have a middle name.

The night you turn eighteen you get a soulmark. Katniss is obviously not expecting to get any, because she is too busy to be interest in romance at all. (in Panem, No Games, Everlark)

I’m not bothered at all when I wake up the morning of my eighteenth birthday. It’s just another regular day. 

I go on with my routine: out of bed, cold glass of water, getting dressed. It’s still dark outside, but I always go to the woods before dawn, ever since Gale joined the mines. It’s hard and long work, now that I go by myself, but spring days are the best for hunting and foraging, so a big haul is to be expected today. 

Then after that, school. I’m pretty sure I’ll fly under the radar, with so many birthdays around this time of year. It’s not just some weird coincidence. Most students have their birthdays in the spring and summer months. No one really comments on it, but everyone knows how hard it is for a newborn to survive its first winter in district twelve. Autumn baby’s are a little more common, but not by much. So, once spring rolls around, there’s at least two or three birthdays every other day, and it keeps everyone distracted. No one will remember mine, for sure. No one except Prim.

I’m not even done with putting my socks on, when my sister wakes up, and in a fast jolt starts inspecting my arms and hands. 

“Well? Where is it?”

"Where 's what?”

Prim gives me an annoyed look at my feigned ignorance. Yes, I know. Soulmarks. We get them the night before our eighteenth birthday, and they are supposed to help us find our soulmate, our partner in life.  Usually they come up like dark brown lines, something like a dark tan, in the shape of your soulmate's name initial. Location may vary, but soulmates get them on the same exact spot. Sometimes you get more than one letter, but that’s the exception, not the rule. 

“I don’t know, I didn't care to look.” I tell her as I finish getting ready. “I’ll be back with breakfast.”

I was actually a bit anxious the night before Gale’s birthday, two years ago. Not that it would mean anything if he showed up the next day with a K. Platonic soulmates are rare, but not unheard of. Still, I breathed out with relief when he showed up with no soulmark at all. 

“I guess I’m free from all this nonsense. “ He said with a shrug.

If Gale Hawthorne is lucky enough to be soulmate less, I’m pretty sure that’s my fate as well.

I’ve seen a couple of marks so far. Delly Cartwright was the first in our class year to show it off. She’s one of the rare winter babies to make it to adulthood, and when her eighteenth birthday came up in December, she stood brightly in front of the whole class and asked for everyone’s middle name, writing it all down.

“She has a T on her forearm.” Madge whispers to me, even though I can perfectly see what she’s showing off to everyone. “There are no T’s in our class.” she elaborates. “She will need to broaden her search, but I guess she wants to rule out middle names first.”

Five months later and Delly still hasn't found hers, if the huge folder that she carries around all the time, is any indication.

There were a few more whisperings about soulmarks popping up here and there, but last month is when it really picked up the pace. Not that I pay much attention to it. I usually only hang out with Madge Undersee and she’s not really much into all of this either. She  has hers already, I think. I'm not sure exactly when her birthday is, but she’s definitely eighteen already. I guess she keeps it hidden, which is exactly what I would do if I had one. 

I make my way through the snare line with ease, collecting our prey, taking my time to enjoy the few hours of freedom I can. I even get a few squirrels that I’ll try to trade at the bakery later. Prim will be ecstatic if I get a couple of cookies or a small cake for today. When I’m back at the house, soulmarks are nowhere near my mind. 

“Happy Birthday, Katniss.”

My mother greets me with a smile that I only half return. She kisses my cheek as well, and I let her, but that’s where I draw the line for physical affection from her. I still haven't forgiven her from checking out when my father died and leaving everything to fall on my shoulders. Me. An eleven year old who had just lost her father.

If she wants to ask about my soulmark, she doesn’t. But I notice the way she exchanges looks with Prim. She knows I have a hard time saying no to Prim, whatever it is.

“Aren’t you really going to look for it?” Prim finally asks.

I place my tea cup on the table, and she squeals once I start removing my jacket. Might as well get this over with, and it will go faster if I have their help. As soon as they see I’m clear of marks, I’m free to move on with my day.

Having a healer for a mother, and a future healer for a sister, means they are nothing but methodic. They start with my scalp, examining every inch of my skin. Some soulmarks are quite large, others very small. You never really know what you’re getting, or where, so you really need to pay attention. 

“Nothing on this arm.” Prim says as she moves on to my ribcage, but a small gasp from my mother makes her fingers freeze.

“Your calf.” My mother says. She still has her fingers wrapped around my left arm, but the mark in my calf is so visible I don’t really know how none of us saw it as soon as I had my pants off. 

I sit down and bring the leg up for close inspection. There it is, dark tan, with flowy and delicate lines, a true indication of my soulmate’s gentle demeanor. 

“I knew it would be you.” I tell Prim with a broad smile.

I have a P in my calf, and that’s even better than not getting a soulmark at all.

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[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave: Part 2

Please only read if you have read part 1, which you can find HERE.

Chapter 13

I will always replay those words Neeve spoke to us when we were in the baby’s room that morning: I also can't wait to show you the million ways I love you. Granted, she's a partial elf, so we have quite awhile before anything at all happens to her, but I still dread the day that it does. 

  Gale gently shakes my shoulder to snap me out of the trance I'm stuck in, and my mind makes its way back into reality. His amorous smile captures my attention, so I reciprocate as I brush his hair out of his face. He's holding our sleeping daughter in his arms, preparing to place her in the black bassinet stroller by our front door. 

   “Are you ready to go, love? I believe all the food is cooked and prepared, and the ballroom has already been fully decorated with the flowers Neeve has requested.” Oh, our baby girl’s birthday party… I’m so excited to see how it turns out, and to see the smile on her face when she walks into the room. Say, I wonder where she’s at? “She was so excited, she left without us, so it's just you, me, and Jenevelle on the stroll there. Neeve definitely has your eager quality, and I can't say I'm complaining about it.” 

  Gale opens the front door as I push the stroller, his brown eyes captivating as he waits for me to walk through. 

  “After you, beautiful.” 

  We step quietly outside, where the setting sun radiates a calming glow as we stroll upon the brick road towards Blackstaff Academy. The sounds of the fountain in the middle of the city is so relaxing and could put one to sleep. I'm already half- way there. 

  “Jenevelle looks so darling, you did a wonderful job picking out that dress, Mr. Dekarios,” I say, admiring our sleeping baby in her purple gown. She rests gracefully in her stroller, though I will imagine waking up in a busy ballroom will throw her off tremendously. Will she be pleased? Hopefully. I can't exactly imagine falling asleep at home and waking up in a strange and unusual location. 

  “I’m honored you think so, my love. I have no sense of…erm…fashion when it comes to our girls. I figured our baby would look gorgeous no matter what I put her in though.”

When we arrive to Blackstaff, the only people there are friends of Neeve, which are also her fellow classmates, Maddox Ravengard, Asher Ancunin, and of course some of our friends as well. I notice Neeve speaking with a few of her friends near the large buffet table. Maddox is beside her, admiring our little sorceress as she speaks to her friends, and it brings joy to my heart. 

“Emmy! Gale!” Shadowheart and Astarion approach us as we stand here awkwardly. “About time you showed up.” Shadowheart is teasing, of course, but a lot of the time it's hard to tell. We embrace each other in a hug, and I can feel her squeeze me tight; she senses I haven't quite accepted our daughter aging yet. She can relate, unfortunately, and I'm so glad I have someone I can cry about this to that isn't Gale. 

“Thank you both for coming. She's been looking forward to it and I'm glad we have some adults to interact with while our daughter mingles with her friends,” I mention. “It means the world you could make it.”

“Now darling, you know we wouldn't miss it for the world. I mean shit! You have been to every single party of Asher’s since he was a baby. I hate to sound all sentimental but I'm…grateful for you both. Ugh, okay, please don't waterboard more emotional words out of my mouth.”

“Thank you, Astarion, that means a lot,” Gale chimes in as he picks up our confused and waking baby from the bassinet. She is observing the candle lights surrounding us and the large area we’re standing in, probably wondering what in the Hells is even going on. “You know Shadowheart is going to–”

“Hand me the baby,” she interrupts, smiling and reaching for Jenevelle. “I need my baby fix. Like, I will lose my mind. Sometimes I wish we had an immortal forever baby.” Astarion instantly shoots her an evil glare, completely speechless at her words. “What? It won't happen and you know that.”

“I love you, but are you out of your mind?!” Gale and I laugh as he hands the baby over to Shadowheart, who seems overly excited to hold her close. I can tell she yearns for another child, but something tells me they're both extremely hesitant. Speaking of child, I notice Neeve approaching us finally after spending some time with her friends. Maddox and Asher are in the near distance chatting about something with Karlach and Wyll. 

“I'm so glad this is happening! Oh my goodness. The flowers, the food, all my friends… Thank you both for making this happen. Truly.”

“Your father did all the hard work,” I say wholeheartedly with a loving smile. “Anything for you, sweet daughter. And the food? It's delicious? We just walked in the door, so–”

“It's INCREDIBLE. I need to know who the chef is.” Rather than it being a fancy dinner everyone partakes in, it's more of a ‘make your plate and hold it while mingling with others in the room’ type of party. Gale wraps his arm around me and kisses the side of my head as our ecstatic daughter nearly bounces up and down on her toes. “Thank you both again.”

  The sound of the piano echoes throughout the ballroom, and I immediately notice Gale and Neeve exchange an excited glance, and I can tell this is something they've both been looking forward to. She takes his hand and drags him to the center of the room for a dance. The father-daughter dance he's always wanted. 

   “He's such a wonderful dad,” Shadowheart murmurs as she holds our baby, and I can't help but smile at her words. It's true, he's an incredible father, and I wouldn't have it any other way of course. I watch him teach Neeve how to dance, and like me, she trips over her own feet and lands directly on her butt. I hold back a chuckle, but she busts up laughing rather than turning away in embarrassment. That's my girl.  After awhile, she gets the hang of it, and I notice her lean onto Gale, her head on his shoulder as they dance quietly in the room. Gale peeks over at me and points at her while she's not looking, mouthing the words ‘she’s crying.’ After a moment, she looks back up at Gale, her feet still swaying with the music. As the piano stops, she hugs Gale tightly, and he squeezes her, never wanting to let go of our daughter. I approach them, hearing sniffles coming from Neeve’s nose. 

“Darling, are you alright?” I ask with a concerned tone. “You seem upset?”

“Hmm? Mother, no!” Her enthusiastic tone catches me off guard for a moment. She chuckles and hugs me too, but for a very brief moment as I stand here with a bewildered expression. “It's such a beautiful party and I'm grateful. I've been looking forward to a dance with Daddy for ages now, and this…it's my dream birthday. You baked me a hundred cupcakes! I mean…who wouldn't be so happy they cry?!” She turns around, noticing Maddox speaking with his parents, and I can tell she's antsy about talking to him. The sparkle in her eye tells me she loves him, but she won't admit it. Not yet, anyway. 

“Go talk to Maddox, I can tell how badly you want to see him,” I murmur, and she takes my hand within hers, staring at my wedding ring. 

“Are you sure? You won't be sad?”

“Not at all. Just please go enjoy yourself. It's your birthday!"

“Just don't get too comfortable with that boy,” Gale chimes in with a teasing tone, but I know deep down he isn't joking; he's protective of our little – ahem, not-so-little girl. Neeve bolts off, skipping ecstatically toward Maddox. His face lights up with a smile as she approaches him, and for some reason…it made me so happy. 

Shadowheart hands the baby back to us. 

“Sorry, Asher just got here. WAY too late, might I add. We’re going to see him. I'll catch up with you later, alright?” As our friends walk off to see their son, Gale places Jenevelle in the baby wrap attached to him and then takes my hand within his. I can feel heat flourish through my cheeks. 

“Mrs. Dekarios, may I have this dance?” Jenevelle coos loudly, kicking her feet excitedly within the wrap. “Sorry, may we have this dance? Can't exclude the baby, you know.” I laugh as I place my hand within Gale’s, and he twirls me around, placing his other hand on my back as he pulls me in. 

“You can always have this dance."

[zeldabotwbrainrot]

What’s this feeling? Something…entirely new?

Papa Emeritus IV x reader

Warnings: mentions of abuse

Part: 1/??

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You smiled as you entered the crowded concert hall with your friend. You’d managed to bag tickets to see Ghost for your birthday and you couldn’t get over how excited you were. It was loud and noisy but worth it. You’d made Copia a plush of him completely forgetting that inside his little jacket you’d put a piece of paper with your number, you did mean to remove it buuut you didn’t. You were front row and had to yell to get his attention. Once he made eye contact you held up the mini Copia for him to take which he did with that cute grin on his face.

“Thank you Amore~”

You practically swooned as he spoke Italian. After the concert and you and your friend had stuffed so much mummy dust into your Jean pockets and bags and bought so much merch you called it a night. Once you got home and bud your friend goodnight you put all the merch mummy dust and other things in a special box.

As you collapsed onto the bed and plugged your phone in you saw a message from an unknown number. You opened it and all it was, was a simple. Hello.

You: hello? Who is this

???: I’m wounded you’ve forgotten me already Mia adorabile

You: wait what-

???: it’s me. Papa Emeritus o…or Copia, your number was written on a piece of paper in my mini me jacket

You: oh shit- hi

Your eyes widened as you took a deep breath. He was actually messaging you! But why? Was it just to say thank you? Was he gonna tell you some big secret or- your thought were interrupted by a ping from your mother

Ma: So you went to see that satanic band?

You: Si mama i did and I enjoyed it

You scoffed at your mothers behavior before a message from Copia came through, inviting you to the ministry. You thought it strange at this time of night? And a ministry. All those things about the Ghost lore couldn’t be true could they? You dressed in your ripped jeans and Ghost shirt before messaging him back

You: depends will you pick me up from mine?

Copia: of course I will Amore! May I have your address?

You told him, hearing your mother scream from the next room over to your father. You decided you’d never come back so you began packing. You left all the religious things and only packed the stuff you needed to take. Money, all the ghost stuff you’d bought with your money and hygiene products. You left without saying a word making sure you had your phone and laptop along with the chargers. You stood outside and when copias car pulled up his attire was so different. He was actually wearing priest robes-

Copia POV COS I C A N

As I stepped out of the car I smiled at her slightly confused about the two bags she carried with her, before I could ask anything I saw her confused look.

“Ah scusami! I didn’t have time to change you see, I’ll explain everything once we are back at the ministry”

I just watched her nod before helping her with her bags. We both got into the car and set off, it was awfully quiet and very…awkward.

“So Mia signora what’s with the bags?”

I glanced over and rose a brow when she flinched. Surely she was mistreated? When she didn’t respond I left it as is and kept quiet. At the ministry I parked up and carried her bags in for her, ignoring her protests.

“Please Signora let me help you, it seems you have been through enough.”

I took her to a spare room near mine and set her bags down. I looked at her as she stood in the doorway fidgeting

“What’s wrong Signora? Was home life that bad?”

That’s all it took for her to break down. I rushed to her side and rubbed her back. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so bad for someone before. Well except my brothers.

“I…I’m sorry”

Her voice sounded so broken and I just hugged her, rubbing her back and reassuring her that everything was ok. I could sense that she was confused about her situation but rest was needed first.

“Rest Mia cara, everything will be explained tomorrow, si?”

She nodded and allowed me to lay her down on the bed. I covered her and caressed her face. I swore that day I’d keep her safe.