#it comes straight from their beautiful mind

[stxxrlights]

#𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊!𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

drunk!sukuna who's friends call you to come pick him up because he is completely wasted. telling you that he won't stop whining your name and refuses to go with any of them. they apologize for interrupting your night but you don't mind.

drunk!sukuna who does not recognize you at first and swats your hand away everytime you try to touch him. "don't-don't touch me or i'll tell my girl-girlfriend. she's way scarier than me. and so much prettier than you".

drunk!sukuna who apologizes when he confirms that it's you over and over again with glossy eyes while his friends just shake their heads at his drunken antics. "why didn't you say it was you baby? now i feel so bad~"

drunk!sukuna who has to lean against you to walk straight and to the car as he starts blabbing about his day and other nonsense and now you truly believe that he is infact extremely wasted.

drunk!sukuna who pins you against the wall when you close the front door of your shared home trying to steal a kiss from you but you refuse though he keeps on trying. landing his kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose but not where he wants to. "stop moving and let me love you!" "you have to brush your teeth first" "fine!"

drunk!sukuna who refuses to drink a glass of water that you hand him. he's furrowing his eyebrows, arms crossed over his chest as he looks at it disgustingly. "you have to drink some water, kuna" "no!" "pretty please!... for me" "...okay..."

drunk!sukuna who you help shower to prepare him for bed as he can't really do anything by himself now. but the entire time he's staring at you and relishing in the feeling on your hands roaming around his body, his cheeks growing pink as he falls more in love with you.

drunk!sukuna who starts talking about how lucky he is to have found someone like you. how it makes his heart skip a bit anytime you're worried about him and when you do cute gestures for him. he tells you that words alone can not describe how much he loves you.

drunk!sukuna who sets you on the counter as you dry his hair while his hands are firmly placed on your hips still watching you. he wants to be as close to you as he possibly can, always holding you.

drunk!sukuna who demands kisses all over his face before he goes to bed and makes you declare your love for him. "it's enough now kuna. you need to rest" "no... i need twenty more kisses and a dozen i love you's"

drunk!sukuna who finally falls asleep after his well deserved kisses and affirmations. you watch as his chest rises up and down and his lashes resting on his cheeks. he just looks so beautiful and you can't stop thinking about how soft drunk!sukuna is.

drunk!sukuna who wraps his arms around you when you get into bed with him and surprisingly he places a kiss on your forehead and in a husky voice says, "thank you for taking care of me princess. i love you so much, sweet dreams"

#comments and reblogs are appreciated

[tiramissyoucake]

I would LOVE to see a fic based on your different roles thingy with the variants, especially the pastry chef and idol one! <3

THANK YOU THANK YOU IVE BEEN WAITING RAAAAAAH HERE ARE 2 SNIPPETS not as good as I hoped but I hope ya'll like it

Based on this

Full-Mask Invincible:

"Is that all, then?" You were sweeter than the desserts in the display case, Mark nodded his head absentmindedly, a light pink dusting his cheeks with a dopey smile, he should say something.

"Yeah.. hey— uh, I... really love the cupcakes you make, I was never a big 'dessert' guy, but yours?" He made a chef's kiss gesture prompting a small laugh from you, embarrassing but effective. "Can't go a day without 'em."

Your smile was adorable as your hard work was praised. "Thank you! I usually have to make them really early and then put them here myself," you explained while gesturing to the kitchen doors in the back then the case infront of you. "Helps that I open before lunch rush."

He nodded in acknowledgment as he tugged out the sum for his dessert's cost from his wallet. "Smart! I'd gladly trample over a few businessmen to get the last few cookies." His joke invoked another laugh, damn. He was on fire today.

As you carefully wrapped up the box and placed it in a paper bag, you caught a glimpse of the cake pops you kept near the register. "Here, two cake pops, on the house!"

His eyebrows went up at that, his mom loved those. "Wait, are you sure? C'mon, you gotta let me pay—"

"I insist! Consider it thanks for supporting local businesses!" God, your smile, your tone. He was ready to melt into a puddle then and there.

. . .

Seeing you again, in a world that wasn't his shook him to his core, he remembers the catastrophe your bakery went through; an explosion. Someone tried to take something away from him and they killed you. baked goods that never got displayed or even tasted, you were crushed under the rubble.

His body moved before his mind could send any commands, shooting straight for you through the clouds, buildings and whatever running civilians remained, his arms clamping down around you.

"It's you— you're alive- I can't believe you're-" his rambling went on as he let out a sigh of relief, your fear and shaking hands unknown to him. "Mark?! What're you doing here?!"

"What do you mean? I'm here for you!" He pulled back, his face fully obscured save for the goggles, you could barely see tears behind the translucent material. "God— you're just as beautiful as you were in my world, come here, it's not safe—"

You snatched your hand back harshly, looking at him with an angered expression. "You're one of them!" You announced, wary. "The psychos running around in Invincible costumes!"

His heart dropped, you never looked at him like that— you were always sweet, soft. As soft as the desserts you made were chewy and sugary.

"(Name), please, don't be scared." He coaxed, his hands opening to you. "Come with me, I'll explain everything if you just co-"

"No! I'm not going anywhere with any of you!" Your rejection stung, sure, he wasn't 'YOUR' Mark, but he was Mark. Was that not enough?

A frustration filled his veins quickly as he grabbed your wrist harshly, tugging you close and ignoring your noises of protest as you came in contact with his chest. "You're scared, I get it." His arm came back around your waist, holding you close. "But I'm not leaving you, not like last time."

"I'll never let you out of my sight ever again."

♡

No-goggles Invincible:

Mark never saw a person as blinding as you are, God, every album you release, you manage to become sparklier. And he would know because he's been following you for a while.

He abused his power to see you worldwide, meet 'n greet in France? Boom, first in line. Exclusive merch release with your album in Japan? He bought the first copy. Concert in Australia? No ticket needed when you're a super-powered alien.

He couldn't believe he was shaking your hand, his newly bought album on the table. "You're even prettier in person!" He grinned, your kind smile making his heart race. "I've been watching you for a while, y'know? Since your Heartthrob Cutie Era!"

"Whaaat?! Really?! That's so long ago! Thank you for your support!" He could die here and he'd be happy, you looked adorable in your newest era outfit, the theme was filled with candy, bright colors, swirls and bows, he could eat you up.

"Thanks for coming by the way! Who do I make this out to?" You held the sharpie in your hand, ready to sign as he restrained himself from telling you to just write that you love him.

"I wouldn't miss this for the end of the world." Mark sighed, glancing down at the album. "Mark, with a K, Grayson."

"To.. my... long-time fan, Mark Grayson!" You signed with practised finesse, his name written with a heart and a parasocial slogan of 'Thanks for the love!♡'

He wasn't getting a wink of sleep after getting home.

. . .

During the time where Invincible work drowned him, he fell behind in supporting you. Missed out on a few albums releases and exclusive releases, the obsession became more casual.

Though the memory of your beaming smile and warm greeting rushed back to him as he spotted you, not as shiny but still you, trying to sneak through the rubble, evacuating too late. He slowly hovered down to the ground behind you, eyes wide as a smile slowly stretched across his features.

"Holy. Shit." Crude, but what else would he say? It's his idol! You turned sharply with a gasp. "It's you! They got a version of you here too?!"

You furrowed your eyebrows, frozen like a deer in headlights as this 'Mark' studied you, no goggles to hide his wandering eyes from taking in your entire form, he noted confusion.

"... hello? You forget your own career?" He did a gesture that was too cute for someone who was tearing apart the town and its civilians to be doing "'I'll steal all your hearts and more!', c'mon! That's you! Your whole... y'know, bit!"

You shook your head, cringing as he facepalmed. "Whatever, you're probably delirious. Amnesia or panic or whatever." He gestured for you to follow him, taking two steps away before hearing receding hurried ones, his head zipping around to see you trying to run.

"Hey! HEY! WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!" His foot pushed off the ground, flying in an instant to you and tackling you to the ground.

"Yeah! No dumbass bodyguards to keep you away from me, now!" He laughed breathlessly, excited to finally have you to himself, no security or anything to restrain him from talking to you too long.

"Let go!! Get off me!!" Your shouts were ignored as you clawed and shoved at him, palm connecting with his cheek and pushing him away he resisted and leaned closer to you.

"Ooh, fiesty thing! You're so cute!" He laughed as he bit into your palm, eliciting a scream from you as you harshly pulled your hand back. "I ruined this town enough, the others won't mind if I fuck around with you for a little."

"C'mere, why don't you give me one of your cute little poses?"

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

the after party teaser

fratboy!Jaehyun x f!reader

summary: Jaehyun realizes he's going to need to put some real work in to try to win you back. What, he didn't really think it would be easy to win you back, did he?

teaser word count: 569

expected fic word count: ~6.7k

release date: Saturday, March 29

warnings: profanity, angst, hurt, violence (a fight), drinking alcohol

a/n: THIS IS A PART 2! If you'd like to catch up on the drama you can read, when the party's over and catch up on my fratboy!Jae au! Please let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist, you can comment, message me, or send me an ask :)

dividers from strangergraphics <3

After the last try he starts to go a little crazy. He’d never admit it to anyone, but he had created an extra Instagram account to watch your friend’s Instagram stories. He sees how you practically glow on the screen. You look so ethereal. Like a goddess straight from Mount Olympus. He spends countless nights tapping away through countless friends’ Instagram stories. He sees how they all rally around you with dinner parties, movie nights, partying, and clubbing. In every picture, he can only focus on your face. Your beautiful face smiling so brightly at the camera like nothing horrible has happened to you. Like some dumbass with a 2.1 GPA hasn’t broken your heart and likely made you wary of any romantic interactions to come in the future. Every picture of you, every version of your smiling face, obscured with a plastic cup, covered with a sheet mask, eyes looking elsewhere, is burned into the deep recesses of his mind. How could he have ever hurt someone so beautiful, inside and out?

It’s one of the reasons why he knows you’re at a fucking Alpha Sig party tonight, looking hot as hell in a cute little crop top and your tightest jeans. He sends a mental thank you to Ari for posting a short clip of you guys taking a shot together before you dance off the burning sensation in your throat. It’s the same reason he manages to convince a handful of his own Nu Chi brothers into going to the same party with some weak excuse of fraternity relations.

That’s how he finds himself here, pressed against the wall of the Alpa Sig frat house, hoodie over his head, dead sober as he watches you dance happily with your friends. You look so happy, so carefree, like a love interest right from one of the romance movies you’d made him watch what feels like 100 years ago. Nights where he grumbled about not wanting to watch a stupid romance movie but ended up more invested than you were.

He watched you like he was stuck in some kind of trance. The colored lights flashed and strobed across the crowd of gyrating bodies in what he assumed was the living room when they weren’t partying. He watched as your hips swayed, arms raised as you move to the bone-shaking beat of the house music. He watches as Kira joins you and Ari, watches as she pushes another plastic cup into your hand, he sees how your eyes clench shut at the taste, but you don’t stop drinking whatever you have in your cup. He can’t help the way his eyes track every enticing sway of your hips, how your crop top lifts just a few inches which makes his mouth water. You don’t look inhibited by any kind of break up or broken heart like he does. He looks like some kind of sick and tired ghost summoned to ruin the vibe of the party. Where he used to attract girls like flies to a pot of sweet honey, his frankly off-putting vibe radiates off him so that the only people that can stand to be around him are his brothers that he dragged here. None of them would have ever been found dead at an Alpha Sig party if it weren’t for Jaehyun, and he would have never been found here it it weren’t for you.

[holyblonded]

sun and the stars | stargirl

pairings: alexia putellas x teen!reader, olga rios x teen!reader,

summary: you’re hiding something and alexia will get to the bottom of it

notes: first soleil fic appearance!!! i genuinely enjoy writing estrella and soleil together

Alexia thought today would be a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and Olga had even made her favorite breakfast. It was shaping up to be a perfect morning—until you came downstairs.

An intense, almost unsettling smile was plastered on your face as you shuffled through the house, completely glued to your phone. Your thumbs moved rapidly across the screen, eyes never leaving whatever conversation had you so engrossed.

“Estre—” Alexia started, only to watch in real-time as you walked straight into the wall.

You didn’t even react. No stumble, no curse, not even an embarrassed glance around the room. Instead, you simply took a large lateral step to the side, still typing furiously, and continued on your way to the breakfast bar like nothing had happened.

Olga, who had been sipping her coffee, nearly choked on it. “Good morning, bebita,” she said, incredulously, exchanging a look with Alexia.

“Morning,” you mumbled, still completely entranced by your phone.

You grabbed a bowl and spoon absentmindedly, eyes never once flicking up. Alexia and Olga watched in a mixture of amusement and concern as you poured yourself some oats and then, instead of milk or yogurt, you reached for the tea Olga had brewed and poured it straight into the bowl.

Alexia’s brows shot up. Olga’s mouth fell open.

“Estrella…” Alexia tried again.

But you were already moving on, still engrossed in whatever was happening on your phone. You reached for a protein bar, unwrapped it and then, to their absolute horror, dropped it straight into the blender, not even realizing what you’d done before pressing start.

Alexia blinked as the loud whirring filled the kitchen. She exhaled slowly and mumbled, “Well, at least she’s getting her protein one way or another.”

Olga covered her mouth, stifling a laugh as she watched you, still blissfully unaware, pour your monstrosity of a smoothie into a glass and take a sip without hesitation. Your face barely changed. Whatever was happening on your phone had all of your attention.

Then came the packing. You hastily grabbed your bag, shoving in whatever your hands touched first. Alexia, now beyond concerned, silently followed behind you, pulling out the unnecessary items: one sock, a book she was certain you hadn’t touched in months, a handful of pens, and replacing them with your actual training gear. You never even noticed.

Finally, still grinning at your screen, you stepped up to Olga, kissed her cheek, and mumbled a distracted, “Bye, Mama.”

Olga burst out laughing as you shuffled off toward the door, still typing away.

Alexia, however, was watching with pure suspicion. “She’s sick,” she said, her voice slightly panicked. “Something’s wrong. She’s not normal today.”

Olga wiped a tear from her eye from laughing so hard. “Amor, you don’t see it?” she said, squeezing Alexia’s arms before turning her toward the door. “Bebita has a crush.”

Alexia’s world came to a full halt. “She what?”

Olga just giggled, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before nudging her toward the car. “Come on, before you’re both late.”

Alexia walked out in a daze, her mind racing. A crush? You had a crush?

She was so caught up in her spiraling thoughts that she almost walked into the car door just like you had done with the wall. Like mother like daughter.

You blindly reached into the backseat, grabbed the first bag you could get your hands on, and stepped out of the car.

Alexia sighed, running a hand down her face as she watched you casually stroll away with her training bag slung over your shoulder.

Before she could call out to you, you were already waving to a nearby figure.

“Hey, Frido,” you greeted.

Lucy—who was not Frido—looked around the parking lot in utter confusion before turning to Alexia.

“What the hell?” Lucy asked, watching you nearly walk straight into a staff member before weakly mumbling an apology and continuing on with your life.

You finally looked up when you spotted Vicky standing by the entrance. Your face immediately brightened.

“Vicky, it’s working!” you exclaimed.

Vicky gasped dramatically. “No way. Already?”

“I swear. The signs are there!”

“Phase two?”

“Tonight.”

Lucy and Alexia exchanged glances, absolutely lost.

“What the hell are they talking about?” Lucy muttered.

“I don’t know,” Alexia admitted, before rubbing her temples. “But I do know something else.”

Lucy raised a brow. “Oh?”

“Olga thinks she has a crush.”

Lucy snorted. “That makes sense. She’s around that age, you know.”

Alexia exhaled sharply, crossing her arms. “I need to get to the bottom of this.”

Lucy chuckled. “And how exactly are you going to do that?”

Alexia didn’t answer. Her eyes had already locked in on you and Vicky, who had been joined by Lamine. The three of you were huddled together, speaking in hushed tones. Lamine’s eyes were wide with excitement, nodding along furiously.

Alexia narrowed her eyes. “I think I know.”

Lucy sighed, shaking her head. “I am getting a serious sense of déjà vu right now.”

Vicky sat in the locker room, arms crossed, exuding pure, unwavering defiance. Next to her, Lamine was falling apart at the seams. His leg bounced restlessly, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his training top, eyes flickering between the floor and the two figures looming over them like detectives in a crime drama.

Alexia and Lucy stood shoulder to shoulder, arms crossed, mirroring each other’s unimpressed expressions. It was almost intimidating for Vicky. Lamine on the other hand thought it was scariest thing he’s seen on this earth.

“Alright,” Alexia said, voice firm as she stared them down. “Talk.”

Vicky barely even blinked. “About what?”

Lamine gulped so loudly it was almost comical. “We don’t know anything.”

Lucy raised a brow, unimpressed. “Oh, you so do.”

Vicky gave an exaggerated sigh. “Can’t help you.”

Lamine, however, was already crumbling. “Look, it’s not what you think—”

“Shut up,” Vicky snapped, cutting him a sharp look.

Lamine winced but, in typical Lamine fashion, he just could not stop himself from rambling. The words came out too fast, too frantic, spilling like water from a broken dam.

“It’s just a thing— like a thing thing, but not a bad thing, just, you know, a thing and honestly, it’s really not a big deal, so there’s no need to—”

“Lamine,” Vicky interrupted, voice clipped.

He instantly clamped his mouth shut, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

Alexia tilted her head, watching him squirm. “Interesting.”

Lamine shifted uncomfortably.

Lucy grinned, delighted by his suffering. “Oh, we’re so close.”

Vicky rolled her eyes. “You think you’re close.”

Lucy scoffed. “I know we’re close.”

Alexia exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. “This is going to be harder than I thought.”

Lamine fidgeted more aggressively, looking everywhere but at Alexia.

Vicky, still relaxed, smirked. “You know, I expected a little more creativity from you two. This is just lazy interrogation.”

Lucy hummed. “Oh, you want creative?” She turned to Alexia. “Do we need to break out the consequences?”

Lamine made a noise of panic, but Vicky only laughed.

“You’re bluffing.”

Lucy grinned wickedly. “You sure about that?”

Alexia crossed her arms, eyes narrowing. “Do you really want to test me, Vicky?”

Vicky’s smirk widened, fully leaning into the act. “Yes, Captain.”

Lamine groaned under his breath. “Why do you always do this?”

“You’re really not helping our case, Lamine.”

“I’M SORRY, I PANIC. THEY SCARE ME.”

Alexia huffed. “I will get to the bottom of this.”

Lamine, quite literally, bit his lip to stop himself from speaking.

Lucy snorted. “He’s going to break in three minutes, max.”

Vicky scoffed. “No, he won’t.”

Lamine turned to her, absolutely pleading. “Vicky, I swear if you make me hold this secret any longer, I’m going to—”

“Lamine,” she cut him off, her glare sharp.

He instantly shut up.

Alexia and Lucy exchanged glances, nodding in unspoken agreement.

Alexia smirked. “We’ll see.”

Alexia gripped the steering wheel as she glanced at you from the corner of her eye. You were still glued to your phone, fingers moving at lightning speed, a small grin tugging at your lips as you typed. She knew that look. She’d seen it before on Alba when she was texting some girl she swore was “just a friend.”

Her interrogation with Vicky and Lamine hadn’t gone to plan like she wanted, but she could confirm that you had very good friends. Even if Lamine is scared of her.

Alexia cleared her throat, keeping her tone casual. “So… who’s got you smiling like that?”

“Hmm?” You barely looked up, still completely absorbed in whatever was happening on your screen.

Alexia sighed. “Your phone. You’ve been glued to it all day.”

“I have many responsibilities, Ale,” you said seriously, not even glancing at her. “I’m a very important person.”

Alexia raised a brow. “You’re sixteen. What responsibilities?”

You hummed, clearly not paying attention. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Alexia exhaled through her nose, gripping the wheel a little tighter. “I would like to know.”

You finally glanced up, blinking at her. “That’s crazy.”

Alexia’s eye twitched.

She tried a different approach. “Vicky and Lamine know, don’t they?”

“Maybe.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Maybe it means maybe, perhaps, possibly.”

Alexia groaned. “You are the most frustrating—”

“Aw, thanks, Mami.”

She sighed so deeply it felt like she was trying to exhale away her very soul.

Just as she was about to try a more direct approach, you gasped dramatically, phone momentarily forgotten as your eyes landed on the driveway.

“AVI!”

Alexia barely had time to park the car before you were unbuckling and practically throwing yourself out of it, sprinting toward Eli’s car like a kid running to meet Santa Claus.

Eli barely had time to step out before you flung yourself at her, wrapping her in a tight hug. “Avi, you didn’t tell me you were coming!”

Eli laughed, rubbing your back. “I wanted to surprise you, bebita.”

Alexia rolled her eyes, watching the scene unfold. “She sees you and suddenly she forgets I exist,” she muttered.

Olga stepped out onto the porch, laughing. “Get used to it, amor.”

Dinner was lively as always when Eli was around. She adored you, and you adored her just as much. She laughed at your jokes, spoiled you with your favorite desserts, and even scolded Alexia when she got too nosy about your phone habits.

After dinner, you grabbed Eli’s hand. “Come to my room, I have so much to tell you.”

Alexia’s ears perked up instantly.

Eli smiled, letting you pull her along. “Of course, bebita.”

Alexia, very not discreetly, followed behind, stopping just short of your room and pressing herself against the wall. She could hear your voice, excited and animated.

“So, there’s this gi—”

CLANG.

Alexia nearly jumped out of her skin as a loud crash echoed from the kitchen.

Olga’s voice followed. “Sorry! Dropped a pot!”

Alexia scowled, refocusing on your room, straining to hear.

“It’s just so—”

BARK BARK BARK.

The neighbor’s dog chose that exact moment to lose its mind. Alexia clenched her jaw, willing the universe to give her one clear moment of eavesdropping.

“She makes me feel—”

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

The smoke alarm suddenly blared from the kitchen.

“OLGA!” Alexia whisper-yelled, turning toward the kitchen.

Seconds later, Olga appeared, hands on her hips. “What are you doing?”

Alexia cleared her throat, standing straighter. “Nothing.”

Olga narrowed her eyes. “Were you spying?”

Alexia opened her mouth, then closed it.

Olga huffed. “Amor, leave them alone.”

“But—”

“No buts.” Olga placed her hands on Alexia’s shoulders and physically turned her around. “Go. Our smoke alarm is broken, likely because you never replace the batteries when I asked.”

Alexia groaned but let herself be guided away, throwing one last glance toward your door.

She would find out the truth. Eventually.

You burst through the front door with your usual energy, practically dragging Soleil inside with you. “Avi! Mama! Mami! Alba!” you called out, kicking your shoes off haphazardly. “I have someone I need you to meet!”

Soleil, standing beside you, looked like she wanted the earth to swallow her whole. She tugged at the sleeves of her sweater, her soft brown eyes darting around as your family slowly emerged from different corners of the house, curiosity evident on their faces.

Alexia was the first to appear, brows furrowed as she wiped her hands on a dish towel. Olga followed right behind her, her arms crossed but a knowing smile tugging at her lips. Eli and Alba weren’t far behind, and within seconds, four sets of eyes were staring at you and more importantly, at Soleil.

Alexia’s eyes widened slightly as the realization set in. The secrecy, the coded conversations, the way you had been glued to your phone for weeks. Olga had been right.

“Wait.” Alexia’s voice was slow, careful, as if she was trying to confirm the impossible. “This is—”

“My girlfriend.” You grinned, tightening your arm around Soleil’s shoulders, oblivious to the way Alexia seemed to short-circuit.

“Girlfriend?” Alexia repeated, blinking.

Eli’s face lit up almost immediately. “Oh, bebita, that’s wonderful!” She stepped forward, taking Soleil’s hands in hers as if she were welcoming a long-lost relative. “It’s so lovely to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Soleil, caught off guard by the immediate warmth, stammered, “O-Oh, thank you. It’s nice to meet you too.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Olga smirked, shaking her head in amusement before stepping forward. “Dios mío, she’s adorable.” She gave you a teasing nudge. “Estrellita, you didn’t threaten her into this, did you?”

Soleil let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “No, I promise.”

Alba was staring at you like you had just announced you were running for office. “You? With someone this sweet? How did you manage that?”

You scoffed. “I have many great qualities, thank you very much.”

“Name three.”

But Alexia was still staring at Soleil, her eyes scanning the girl in front of her as if trying to compute how this… this quiet, gentle soul had ended up with you.

Finally, Alexia stepped forward, leaned down slightly, and in a hushed voice, asked, “Did Estrella make you do this?”

Soleil bit her lip to keep from laughing but shook her head earnestly. “No, I really like her.”

Alexia pulled back slowly, studying her for a moment before nodding. Then, her lips curved into a soft smile, something genuine despite her initial shock. “Alright, then. Welcome to the family.”

Soleil’s eyes widened. “Oh. Thank you.”

You grinned, throwing your arm around her again like you had just won a prize. “See? Told you they’d love you.”

Olga hummed. “Oh, we do. I just have so many questions.”

Soleil turned pink.

Alexia smirked, folding her arms again, her confusion turning into amusement. “Me too.”

You groaned, already knowing this was only the beginning. “Here we go.”

[astrotruther]

Mars in the Sheets

Sorry for the unserious title😭, it's basically on intimacy (Mars signs in all houses)🔞

♈️ Aries Mars | 1st House

They want it fierce and unfiltered. They’ll catch your gaze with that determined, fiery look, then suddenly press you against a wall and kiss you with all they've got. They love to lead and go all in, which can feel almost primal. Spontaneous, hands-on energy—literally, can't keep their hands off you. Fast and intense—sex is a conquest.

2H – Physical touch is everything—slow but hungry. 3H – Dirty talk, teasing, mental stimulation—words fuel arousal. 4H – Emotionally-driven, protective, needs to feel safe first. 5H – Passionate and playful—sex is a game they intend to win. 6H – Focused on technique, enjoys pushing their limits. 7H – Dominant yet responsive—loves a partner who challenges them. 8H – All or nothing—sex must be transformative, almost destructive. 9H – Adventurous and open-minded—loves trying new experiences. 10H – Power is an aphrodisiac—status and control fuel desire. 11H – Unpredictable, experimental—loves breaking the rules. 12H – Hidden intensity—looks calm but secretly obsessive.

When They're Into You: They’ll make the first move, no hesitation. You’ll know they want you because they’ll tell you straight up—or just grab your hand and pull you in.

🎬 Scenario: A heated argument that turns into a passionate kiss. The sound of a door slamming before they turn back and press their lips to yours, breathless.

♉️ Taurus Mars | 2nd House

Their love language is all about sensation—long, lingering touches that make you feel adored. They’ll run their hands down your arms, lips grazing your neck, savoring every moment and every inch. Think low lights, silk sheets, and cozy, indulgent textures. They'll pull you close on the couch, gently pressing their forehead to yours before a lingering kiss that feels like home. Sex is about claiming and being claimed.

1H – Sensual, slow-burning, needs full-body connection. 3H – Slow seduction—whispers, teasing, anticipation. 4H – Needs emotional warmth—intimacy must feel like home. 5H – Loves deep, passionate pleasure—enjoys taking their time. 6H – Knows exactly what pleases their partner—patient and skilled. 7H – Prefers harmony—sex must feel beautiful and mutual. 8H – Dark, intoxicating, secret desires—obsessed with control. 9H – Natural stamina—wants to experience sex in different places. 10H – Status-driven—sex is power, dominance, and legacy. 11H – Experimental but selective—only opens up to a chosen few. 12H – Erotic but private—fantasies stay locked in their mind.

When They're Into You: They'll find subtle ways to touch you—a brush of the fingers, resting their hand on your thigh. Their patience is unmatched, and they'll savor every moment.

🎬 Scenario: Candlelight flickering, soft music in the background, hands trailing over silk sheets. A deep, unhurried kiss that leaves you dizzy.

♊️ Gemini Mars | 3rd House

They'll surprise you, coming up from behind and wrapping their arms around you, whispering something mischievous in your ear. They love the build-up: playful teasing, flirty comments, and clever words that drive you a little wild. Expect variety and constant switches—they’ll play with your hair, steal kisses, then lean back to see your reaction. Communication and spontaneity are their turn-ons, keeping things light and exciting. Dirty talk, sexting, teasing—it starts with the mind.

1H – Restless and playful—sex is a fast-moving exchange. 2H – Touch-starved but needs constant variety. 4H – A mix of emotional depth and fun—craves intimacy but avoids attachment. 5H – Flirty, playful, thrives on mental foreplay. 6H – Overthinks but perfects their technique—loves variety. 7H – Needs a smart, engaging partner—boredom is a turnoff. 8H – Talks their way into their partner’s deepest desires. 9H – Loves spontaneous, uninhibited sex—new places, new cultures. 10H – Sex as an accomplishment—loves a challenge. 11H – Kinky, open-minded—thrives on breaking norms. 12H – Secretly wild—hidden desires even they don’t understand.

When They're Into You: Expect nonstop teasing, stolen kisses when you least expect it, and flirtatious banter that keeps you guessing.

🎬 Scenario: Laughter between kisses, a game of tag that turns into being pinned against a wall, whispered secrets in the backseat of a car.

♋️ Cancer Mars | 4th House

Cancer Mars is all about tender, protective energy—they crave a safe, private space where they can let down their walls. They want to wrap you up, both physically and emotionally, and keep you close. They crave intimacy. They love skin-to-skin contact and meaningful kisses. Sex is a very private matter for them.

1H – Intense and protective—sex is deeply emotional. 2H – Needs security first—then, they become devoted. 3H – Soft-spoken seduction—melts through words. 5H – Passionate but private—only opens up in trust. 6H – Takes care of their partner’s needs—subtle but intense. 7H – Feeds off emotional connection—sex must mean something. 8H – Possessive, deeply bonding—once in, they never let go. 9H – Needs emotional adventure—craves deep conversations and intimacy. 10H – Power and protection turn them on—loves to be needed. 11H – Surprisingly wild but only in trusted circles. 12H – Deep, hidden cravings—needs to feel safe before opening up.

When They're Into You: They’ll make sure you feel safe and wanted. Late-night check-ins, forehead kisses, and a quiet but undeniable devotion.

🎬 Scenario: A late-night drive, soft rain pattering on the windows, fingers intertwined on the gear shift. A long hug that turns into an even longer kiss.

♌️ Leo Mars | 5th House

Leo Mars brings a lot of passion and a little flair—they want it to feel like a scene from a romantic movie. They’re not afraid to shower you with attention, and every touch is meant to make you feel like you’re their one and only. It’s romantic, playful, and a little larger-than-life. Flamboyant, confident, lives for romantic tension.

1H – Fiery, passionate, unforgettable—sex is a performance. 2H – Slow but dominant—needs admiration to feel turned on. 3H – Dirty talk, mind games—aroused by praise. 4H – Wants deep emotional warmth—intimacy must feel special. 6H – Loves to please—perfectionist about satisfaction. 7H – Seeks a power couple dynamic—sex is an event. 8H – Dark, obsessive, intense—demands full surrender. 9H – Adventurous—thrives on bold, risky encounters. 10H – Career-driven, but behind closed doors? Dominant. 11H – Unpredictable, rebellious—hates routine. 12H – Secret exhibitionist—wants to be worshipped in private.

When They're Into You: They’ll show you off, give you their full attention, and make every moment feel like a scene out of a movie.

🎬 Scenario: Dancing in the kitchen at midnight, a spontaneous dip-and-kiss moment.

♍️ Virgo Mars | 6th House

They’re the type to pull you close and hold you in their sleep. Virgo Mars loves the little things—they pay attention to what makes you feel good and lean into it. Think soft whispers, gentle touches, and a quiet intensity that feels endlessly comforting. They want to make sure every detail is just right, creating an atmosphere where you feel secure and comfortable. Subtle but intense lovers.

1H – Skilled and meticulous—they study their partner’s needs. 2H – Slow, sensual, deeply focused on pleasure. 3H – A perfectionist in seduction—words turn them on. 4H – Needs to feel safe—intimacy is soft but deep. 5H – Picky, but once in, they’re completely devoted. 7H – Love must feel right—they take their time choosing. 8H – Secretly kinky—obsessed with the details. 9H – Needs stimulation beyond just the body—mental attraction is key. 10H – Controlled but intense—always leaves a mark. 11H – Detached yet secretly obsessive—choosy about partners. 12H – Deepest desires stay hidden—locked behind layers.

When They're Into You: They remember the little things—your favorite drink, how you like to be held. Their devotion is in the details.

🎬 Scenario: The smell of fresh linen, fingers tracing invisible patterns on your back, quiet mornings with sleepy kisses.

♎️ Libra Mars | 7th House

They’re all about creating that perfect balance—your legs draped over theirs, your head on their shoulder, while they run their fingers up and down your arm. They love to keep things harmonious, so expect gentle caresses, romantic eye contact, and sweet gestures. Everything about their touch feels like an invitation, one that pulls you in with grace and elegance. Passion needs to be equal.

1H – Seductive, charming—sex is an art. 2H – Luxurious lover—loves slow, indulgent pleasure. 3H – A master of words—flirting is their weapon. 4H – Needs emotional intimacy to fully open up. 5H – Passionate but elegant—loves the romantic build-up. 6H – Focused on mutual satisfaction—perfectionist about pleasure. 8H – Drawn to deep, soul-binding sex—intensity must be mutual. 9H – Adventurous, playful, enjoys new experiences. 10H – Magnetic, irresistible—sexual energy feels high status. 11H – Open-minded, experimental—loves exploring fantasies. 12H – Secretly craves total surrender—hidden depths of passion.

When They're Into You: Every touch feels like an invitation. They’ll take their time, making sure every glance and movement is perfectly timed for maximum effect.

🎬 Scenario: Champagne glasses clinking, slow dancing under fairy lights, the feeling of silk against skin.

♏️ Scorpio Mars | 8th House

Scorpio Mars craves intense connection—they want to merge with you on a soul-deep level. Think of a quiet room, whispered secrets, and an energy that’s both passionate and mysterious. They’ll hold you tightly, maybe pulling you even closer when you think they can’t. Every touch feels like a promise of something deeper. Your soul belongs to them.

1H – Dominant, intense, you’re theirs—seduction is psychological. 2H – Slow, possessive, stamina for days—sex must feel earned. 3H – Dirty talk that penetrates the soul—turns minds inside out. 4H – Emotionally binding—sex must feel like an unbreakable tie. 5H – Dark, passionate, hypnotic—lures lovers in like a trap. 6H – Extreme focus—makes sure their partner is wrecked. 7H – Drawn to power plays—obsessed with control. 9H – Sex must expand them—thrives on forbidden experiences. 10H – Uses sex as power—irresistible yet untouchable. 11H – Secretly taboo-loving—acts detached, but their mind is wild. 12H – A ticking time bomb—secret cravings they don’t admit.

When They're Into You: Their gaze alone will make you weak. They’ll pull you in with an unshakable magnetism.

🎬 Scenario: Low-lit rooms, the scent of leather and warm skin, a whispered “come here” before they pull you into their arms.

♐️ Sagittarius Mars | 9th House

Sagittarius Mars is playful, free-spirited, and loves exploring new ways to connect. Expect spontaneous, fun-loving energy—they want to keep things light, full of laughter, and open to discovery. They crave excitement and connection that feels genuine and unrestrained. They enjoy sex in different places, different cultures, with different rules.

1H – Unpredictable, playful, fast and wild—loves the chase. 2H – Sensual but restless—needs constant excitement. 3H – Flirty, teasing—words turn them on more than touch. 4H – Warm yet detached—loves deeply but won’t be trapped. 5H – Sex is a sport—playful, high-energy, always fun. 6H – Surprisingly attentive—a pleaser but in their own way. 7H – Loves a challenge—needs a partner who pushes back. 8H – Unapologetically blunt about desires—zero shame. 10H – Seduces through status—sex is a conquest. 11H – Open-minded, freaky, will try anything once. 12H – Secretly insatiable—needs spiritual connection but avoids it.

When They're Into You: They’ll keep things exciting, always finding an excuse to pull you into a new adventure—whether that’s a road trip or a stolen kiss under the stars.

🎬 Scenario: Barefoot runs through the sand, kissing on a Ferris wheel, the thrill of being caught in the rain together.

♑️ Capricorn Mars | 10th House

Capricorn Mars is grounded, sensual, and all about taking their time. They don’t rush; they want to make every touch meaningful. Whether it’s a light graze of their fingers or a lingering kiss on your forehead, they bring a steady, controlled passion that makes you feel safe and desired. Their biggest turn-on is power. Status = aphrodisiac.

1H – Controlled but feral underneath—dominant in a quiet way. 2H – Stamina of a god—slow, calculated, makes it last. 3H – Silent but deadly—lowkey filthy mind. 4H – Needs deep trust—sex is sacred and serious. 5H – Passionate but reserved—a beast once unleashed. 6H – Obsessed with perfecting their partner’s pleasure. 7H – Needs a serious partner—sex must be earned. 8H – Boundaries don’t exist—completely takes over. 9H – Loves breaking limits—challenges their partner sexually. 11H – Freaky but in private—secretly loves pushing societal limits. 12H – Kinky but no one knows—hidden dark cravings.

When They're Into You: They’ll take things slow, but when they decide they want you, you’ll know. Their energy is steady, confident, and all-consuming.

🎬 Scenario: A strong hand at the small of your back, lingering glances across a crowded room, a deep, grounding embrace after a long day.

♒️ Aquarius Mars | 11th House

They’ll surprise you with a sleepy, spontaneous kiss in bed, lips brushing against yours as they mumble sweet words you can barely make out. Aquarius Mars is quirky and unpredictable; they love keeping things fresh and new. Expect unconventional moves, a bit of playful teasing, and a level of comfort that lets you be yourself without judgment. They’re into experimentation and letting you see every unique side of them. In bed, they have no shame in trying everything.

1H – Unpredictable, experimental—thrives on shock factor. 2H – Detached but deeply physical—only commits when obsessed. 3H – Sexually rebellious—dirty talk + unexpected moves. 4H – Emotionally unpredictable—one day passionate, next day cold. 5H – Sex is an experiment—playful, no rules. 6H – Lowkey obsessive about perfecting pleasure. 7H – Attracted to strange or unconventional partners. 8H – Freaky but detached—doesn’t belong to anyone. 9H – Thrives on sexual freedom—hates being tied down. 10H – Secretly dominant—power and status fuel desire. 12H – Hidden fantasies no one expects—kinkier than they admit.

When They're Into You: They’ll surprise you, pulling you into spontaneous moments that feel thrillingly out of the ordinary. They want to keep things unpredictable.

🎬 Scenario: Kissing in the middle of a busy street, neon lights reflecting in their eyes, hushed conversations at 2 AM that turn into something more.

♓️ Pisces Mars | 12th House

They’ll pull you close in a hug, holding on just a bit longer than usual, as if they’re trying to melt into you. Pisces Mars brings a dreamy, otherworldly vibe—they want every touch to feel meaningful and almost ethereal. Expect soft whispers, lingering glances, and a vibe that feels like stepping into a fantasy. Their touch is gentle, tender, and makes you feel like the rest of the world has faded away. They can be the most intoxicating and unforgettable lover.

1H – Dreamy, hypnotic—sex feels like a different reality. 2H – Slow, sensual, almost trance-like—pleasure is an art. 3H – Seduction through soft whispers and teasing. 4H – Deeply emotional—sex must feel like melting into someone. 5H – Passionate but fluid—mood-based, needs the right vibe. 6H – Subtle but intensely giving—sensitive to every reaction. 7H – Needs romance and fantasy—love must feel like destiny. 8H – Seduction is spiritual—loses themselves in their partner. 9H – Drawn to taboo experiences—loves the unknown. 10H – Power is seductive—but they hide their intensity. 11H – Freaky but dreamy—sex is a fantasy come to life.

When They're Into You: They’ll make you feel like you’re in a dream. Their touch is soft, their gaze full of meaning, and their presence feels like a warm current pulling you under.

🎬 Scenario: A kiss in the rain, fingertips brushing like they’re painting poetry on your skin, lying together in a sea of blankets, lost in a world of your own.

I swear I could be in the worst slump of my life and new music from BTS always pulls me out of it. Idk what drug these guys put in it.💌

I'm absolutely loving the new music j-hope is exploring, and I hope he achieves everything he’s working for. Linking a playlist for ARMY who want to join in on streaming:

[itoshiabi]

"I'm going to tell her about my identity myself"

I personally think by taking this step jinshi is clearly indicating that he's ready to take his relationship with Maomao to the next level. The flashbacks of his conversation with the old man and the empress actually clearifies it. He's not going to let anyone take Maomao away from him even if it means he has to make Maomao his consort for that. And since he's going to take that step, before that he wants Maomao to know his real identity. Telling her himself is not just about honesty, but about building a deeper connection and showing his seriousness about their future.

Also this is probably the first time I'm seeing Maomao "openly" worrying about Jinshi. Her feelings for Jinshi is gradually improving too. She doesn't find him annoying anymore lol.

When Maomao touched him—this small, unexpected gesture—it pierced straight through his carefully built defenses. He knew it's not the touch of someone trying to claim him, nor someone infatuated with his beauty. It's real. Thoughtful. And it meant everything to him. And that's why he blushed.

Jinshi's expression looks like this moment is something he's been waiting for—or something he didn't believe he deserved until now. His expression is calm on the surface, but there's a quiet vulnerability beneath it. It's like he's surrendering to whatever happens next, trusting Maomao completely. There's a silent question in his eyes "Are you really here for me?"

As for Maomao, she sees something in Jinshi's gaze that shocks her. His eyes aren't playful. They aren't teasing. They're not masking his true emotions behind flirtation or charm like he usually does. Instead, his expression is laid bare—calm, open, and completely vulnerable and for the first time, Maomao sees him. Not the flawless, untouchable beauty of the inner palace. Not the high-ranking, enigmatic figure others fawn over or fear. But the man behind all of that. And what she finds there shocks her.

The look in his eyes is intense—soft, yet piercing, like he's seeing only her in that moment. There's a deep tenderness, an unspoken confession lingering behind his gaze. His violet eyes reflect a quiet vulnerability, as if he's silently baring his soul without saying a word. It's the kind of look that speaks volumes: he treasures her more than anything, and there's a longing there, like he's afraid of losing her, but is still drawn closer despite that fear.

Also the shock in Maomao's eyes tells that she has realised the truth. For so long, she thought Jinshi was just toying with her—an aristocrat playing a game of amusement with the lowly, odd apothecary who caught his interest. She had convinced herself that his attention was fleeting, shallow, and rooted in curiosity or boredom. She thought she understood the rules of their dynamic, and she was comfortable in that belief. It was safer that way. But in this moment her mind reels, trying to process this new truth that turns her world upside down. It's written all over her face—the widening of her eyes, the subtle parting of her lips. Her heart is pounding because she realises the depth of Jinshi's feelings, and with that realisation comes the weight of what it means. He's not playing anymore. He never was.

It's all just my thoughts though, I haven't read the manga yet! But I'm really loving the fact how their relationship is progressing!

[cosmowgyral]

Villain's Festival 2025

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

⊹▸ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

Due to a certain incident, the battle to decide the strongest man began.

First, William tried to calmly observe the initial movements of the 11 people, excluding himself---.

Ring: I’ll be taking you on as my opponent!

With a fierce cry, Ring’s long sword swung through the air, aiming straight at William.

William: A lively dog like you keeping me company might actually be fun.

William retreated with graceful, dance-like steps, effortlessly evading the tip of Ring’s sword.

Immediately after, Jude’s powerful slash came sweeping in from the side.

William: Oh my…I’m quite popular today, aren’t I?

Jude: Better knock off the strongest piece first, saves me a right bother later. Go on ‘n drop dead already!

With a slight twist of his wrist, William smoothly shifted the angle of his sword, deflecting Jude’s powerful strike.

Jude: Tch..! How’d’ya bloody spot that comin’ from yer blind side?!

William: Jude, I don’t mind you focusing on me…but, you’d better protect yourself first.

Jude: Hah?

Jude instinctively turned around, and saw a dark figure charging straight toward him.

Jude: Shit…..!

Jude used the weight of his raised sword to twist his body, narrowly dodging the attack.

But he couldn’t avoid it completely.

His shirt was torn, leaving a shallow cut across his skin.

Ellis: ….You managed to dodge it.

That’s right, the one who attacked Jude was none other than his loyal confidant—Ellis, who usually stood by his side.

Ellis swiftly repositioned his black knife, aiming precisely for Jude’s throat.

Ellis’ movements were rapid, delivering a strike that would normally be impossible to evade, but---

Having known Ellis for so long, Jude anticipated his aim and guarded his throat in advance.

Ellis’ black knife clashed against Jude’s sword, sending sparks flying.

Jude: Oy, is that any way to come at me first!?

Ellis: If you are left standing later, it’ll just make things harder for the both of us, won’t it?

Ellis: That’s why, I thought it would be easier to take you down first, Jude.

Jude: Yer way o' lookin’ out fer others is downright messed up, innit?

While Jude was distracted by Ellis, Ring once again charged at William.

Ring: You’ve got time to give advice to others? You’re very sure of yourself, William Rex!

The powerful sweep unleashed from Ring’s well-trained body sliced through the air with a sharp, whistling sound.

William: …gh

William caught the strike head-on, his expression shifting ever so slightly.

Ring: Looks like that one actually got you.

William: …Yeah, seems like you're right. This isn’t the time to be worrying about others.

William repositions his sword and readies himself once more.

Just from his stance alone, Ring sensed the aura of a strong man and was taken aback for a brief moment.

William was not the type to let that opportunity pass.

William: ….You’ve still got a lot to learn.

Amidst a bloody battle, William’s finely honed strike came straight at Ring.

…However, it was stopped midway.

The one who blocked William’s blow was---.

Ring: …Wha-?! The greedy noble?!

Elbert: Greedy noble? Are you…talking about me?

William: It’s not often that Elbert steps in like this.

Elbert: Yeah…I’m surprised too.

Elbert: It seems like I want to become the strongest man more than I realized.

Elbert: That’s why….while things are in chaos, I’d like to take down the strongest first.

William: I see…being this popular is really a hassle.

Deflecting the sword once more, William and Elbert stepped back to create distance.

Ring: Ah…well, thanks for helping me, Elbe—rt, gh?!

Elbert’s sword, which had been aimed at William, shifted direction in an instant…

Tracing a mesmerizingly beautiful trajectory, it was about to slice through Ring’s body, but he evades it with the reflexes of a beast.

Ring: Wh-whoa, that startled me! Didn’t you just save me a moment ago..?

Elbert: Sorry, but I want to become the strongest. So if I think I can defeat you…I will.

Elbert: I only stopped you both earlier to create an opening to attack Will…that’s all.

The moment Elbert directed his killing intent at Ring, his eyes lit up brightly.

Ring: Understood! Thank you!

Elbert: …? I didn’t say anything to deserve thanks..

William: I guess he’s happy to be recognized as a worthy opponent.

Despite being in the midst of a battle, a strangely calm atmosphere flowed between the three of them.

Ellis: Could it be that Ring is… happy right now?

I wonder how long had he been there. Ellis, who had stopped his attack on Jude midway, was now standing directly in front of Ring.

William and Elbert, realizing the true meaning behind Ellis’ question, froze in shock.

Ring: Yeah, I always thought I was too weak and would just get in everyone’s way.

Ring: I’m happy now..because I’ve finally been acknowledged as a worthy opponent.

Ellis: Okay then….I’ll make this moment of yours last forever.

Ring: Hm…? …..gh!?

Ring leaned back just in time to dodge the swift thrust coming straight at him.

Ellis: Don’t move.

Ring: If I don’t move, won’t I just die?

Jude: Ellis is right, ain’t no need to move a muscle.

As Ellis’ slashes came one after another, Jude’s footwork slipped in between, throwing Ring off balance.

---The battle to determine the strongest man has only just begun.

[Masterlist] [Chapter 2]

➽──────────────❥

The moment Ellis came in and asked if Ring was happy, I was like "oh no". 🤣

[myjjongie]

CHAPTER THIRTYTHREE.ᐟ ── MEN AINT SHIT

SYNOPSIS: you and jay have been at each others throats for the whole time you've been enrolled at decelis university. the reason for the rivalry in question? the #1 rank on the academic leaderboard in the university. you went through your whole high school life being #1 on the academic leaderboard. you meet jay, who also had the same upbringing in high school. things then start to turn into a constant battle. leaving you constantly in second place and jay in first place every rank update.

word count; 1,192

exiting the bathroom you spotted keeho and the others standing by the door. the crowd long gone, only leaving a few stragglers in the venue. taking hold of ningning’s hand, you quickly walked over to them.

“okay i’m ready!” your voice was cheerful—excitement evident in your body.

you weren’t a hundred percent if jay truly did feel the same way as you. but as you recalled everything up until this moment. there was no way he wasn’t. or at least jay might have something for you.

leaving the venue you headed straight for the backstage exit. laughing with your friends distracting yourself from your growing nervousness. before reaching the exit area you stopped everyone.

“okay. to run over the plan. i’m gonna tell jay that jake is taking sunghoon home. so there’s no room for me to fit in the car. i’ll then ask jay for a ride home cause of that. that sounds reasonable right?” you slowly began to overthink your excuse.

“you’ll be fine. i’m sure he won’t even think too much on it.” keeho replied.

“ugh. i’m so nervous!”

“girl. i’m nervous for you!” ningning excitedly clung to your arm.

“just know if he says no. i’m aiming a nuke straight on his forehead.” ningning looked at you seriously, causing you to laugh.

“oh i’m so so loved!” you exclaimed hugging her this time.

chatting a bit more before focusing back on the task, you notice a familiar head of blonde hair. excited to see beomgyu, you ran up to him.

“beomgyu! you guys did so well!”

beomgyu turned around flashing you a big smile. “yn! i’m so glad you got to come. and thank you! it means so much to me!”

“oh before i keep talking. these are my friends! keeho, jake, ningning and sunoo!”

“it’s nice to meet you all!” beomgyu flashed everyone a cheeky smile before focusing on you again.

“uh real quick. do you know where jay is by any chance?”

“hmmm yeah. he should be back stage still. you can enter by the way. don’t worry about getting flagged down, i don’t think the staff will mind.”

“thank you so much! everyone else if inside as well right?”

“yeah they should be.”

you smiled at beomgyu once again, before leaving for the stage entrance. before leaving, the others were quick to reassure you they would be fine. they all wished you luck before you entered the back stage.

walking through the hallway, you were a bit lost. that wasn’t until you bumped into taerae.

“taerae!”

“hey yn!” he happily called out to you.

“i just saw beomgyu outside but again i just wanna say, you guys were awesome!”

“thank you! it was honestly so surreal. so what brings you back here?”

“um. i’m actually looking for jay!”

“ooh i see.” taerae raised an eyebrow at you. his reaction caused your cheeks to heat up. you waved your hand at him denying what he was thinking. even though he was probably right.

“beomgyu said he was back here. but i don’t see him.” you let off a soft pout.

“oh he’s actually at the stage. packing away his oh so precious guitar.”

“thank you taerae! we’ll chat more later okay?” you were quick to bolt off to the stage before taerae could respond. not wanting to waste another second.

once you made it past the curtains, you immediately recognized the light washed jean jacket jay wore. guitar in his hand, while the case was settled behind him on the stage. your cheeks rose as a smile grew on your face.

before you could even make it down the steps, you noticed a girl talking to him. you hesitated for a second as you watched them. she had beautiful ash blonde hair, styled in a way that made her adorable even from far away. for some reason she look familiar, yet you were too focused on the both of them. you couldn’t help but eye the way she smiled at him, to then notice the way he smiled back at her.

your heart ached at the feeling. you were subtly confused on why he was talking so earnestly to another girl. did you misunderstand his actions? you quickly denied your thoughts as a simple overreaction, but then you saw something else. jay handed his phone to her. you felt your heart drop.

you then saw the girl type in her number on his phone. that’s when you fully realized what was going on between them. not wanting to witness another second of it you turned away, immediately bolting down the hall to leave. as you ran you bumped into someone, the person happened to call out your name. yet you drowned out everything, only the scene of jay and that mysterious girl lingered.

luckily jake and the others were still outside—taking the chance to get to know beomgyu. the first person to notice your distress was jake. stopping his conversation, he walked up to you. hands placed on your arms to help you catch your breath.

“what happened. i thought you went to—“

you quickly cut jake off. “i wanna go home” was all you could breathe out. your head hung low as bit back the tears forming. jake watched you, heading turning to the others utterly confused.

“yn what happened—“ this time keeho was the one to speak up.

“can you guys. please. please just take me home…” your voice subtly cracked this time. noticing this, they all said their goodbyes to beomgyu. except for you.

to caught up in your own head to even acknowledge him, all while tears threatened to fall from your eyes. you faintly heard him ask about you. jake replied to him, telling beomgyu you would reach out later. not wanting to stress you out anymore than you looked, beomgyu let you go.

the walk to the car was silent, no one wanting to ask what happened. not in fear of how you reacted earlier, just worried that maybe jay did reject you.

even when you reached your apartment you didn’t say anything. you felt like you got rejected without even trying to tell him. as you excited the car, you weakly waved bye to everyone. before walking away from the car, keeho called out to you.

“yn.. are you okay? what happened?” you looked at keeho, eyes tired as slight tears pricked the corner of your eyes.

“i. i’ll tell you all later. i need a couple hours to myself..”

keeho’s smile held worry in it, scanning your face once more. “just. please reach out to us. we’re all worried…”

“i will.” you tried your best to smile. yet it felt so insincere, maybe it looked insincere too.

turning away from the car you headed up to your apartment. your steps were heavy, as if you were dragging yourself along. finally making it inside you headed straight for your bed. still in your outfit, you crawled into the bed. pulling the comforter over yourself as you curled up.

then slowly the tears began to form. the rest of that night you softly cried to yourself over everything you saw.

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[22ayla21]

Could I request the Amphoreus men with an exhausted wife? Maybe it’s due to work or just being a mother but she’s going to dig herself into an early grave and she’s to hard on herself to even notice it.

Comfort for Wife and Mother

Motherhood is hard, but you need to know your limits and not dig yourself into a grave.

He notices her fatigue before she admits it herself. Even if she insists that everything is fine, he won't let her overwork herself. If she falls asleep holding the baby, he gently takes the child and puts her to bed.

When he sees that she's on the verge of exhaustion, he takes matters into his own hands:

"Either you go rest yourself, or I'll carry you."

And yes, he really can just pick her up and take her to the bedroom. If she resists, he compromises: "Then just lie down with me for five minutes." (Spoiler: she falls asleep in two).

When she says she's a bad mother, he stops her immediately.

"You are the best thing our children have. And me."

If she blames herself for not coping, he reminds her:

"You're not alone in this. I'm your husband, not an outside observer."

If she's exhausted, he takes the children and gives her time to recover. He makes her tea, food, brings a blanket, and creates the most comfortable atmosphere.

He might even organize a "no-kids day," sending them to Aunt Aglaea (or, in an AU with a living Gorgo, to grandma (she doesn't mind, she's even happy)).

He knows that motherhood is hard, so he always reminds her that she doesn't have to be perfect. If she cries from exhaustion, he just holds her letting her vent. He tells her how much he loves her, how proud he is of her, how grateful he is for everything she does.

He arranges small romantic moments for her to remind her that she's not just a mother, but also his beloved woman. He hugs her, kisses her, tells her how beautiful she is, even if she has tousled hair and signs of fatigue under her eyes.

"You are still the one I fell in love with. And always will be."

If she blames herself for "not doing enough," he brings the children to her and says:

"Tell Mom how much you love her."

And when the children start hugging her and vying to say what a good mom she is, he looks at her with a slight smirk:

"Now try saying you're a bad mother."

Anaxa rarely interferes in his wife's affairs if he's sure she's coping, but when he sees that she's literally "digging herself into a grave" from stress and fatigue, he doesn't hesitate to take control. The phrase "Either you rest now, or I'll carry you by force" could well come from his lips.

He can easily just pick her up and carry her to the bedroom, declaring that she shouldn't think about the children for at least the next hour or two. Even if she resists, Anaxa has an iron grip and an unyielding expression.

If she's too hard on herself, thinking she's not doing enough, Anaxa uses his authority to literally forbid her from doing extra work. He might tell the children that today "Mom is queen, and her word is law," and he'll make sure his wife doesn't take on a new load of chores.

Knowing that his wife won't admit how tired she is, he might just silently start massaging her shoulders, back, or legs. And he does it so skillfully that her protests quickly turn into relaxed sighs.

He might discreetly prepare something nutritious for her and put it in front of her, refusing to take no for an answer. If she says she doesn't want to eat, he just looks at her meaningfully until she gives in.

He might let his wife sleep alone for a night (if she wants), taking care of all the children's needs himself. Or, conversely, he'll take her to his bed and won't let her go until she falls asleep in his arms.

If he notices that she's morally exhausted, Anaxa might just take her hands, look her straight in the eyes, and say: "You're doing great. You're the best mother for our children. You don't have to fight alone."

If she starts blaming herself for something, he interrupts her immediately, declaring that she's doing everything perfectly. And if she continues, he might just pull her close and whisper: "One more word, and I'll make you be quiet in another way." (And yes, he's hinting at kisses or something more.)

Sometimes all she needs is to be near him. Anaxa might sit next to her, put his arm around her waist, and silently let her lean against him. Sometimes his presence is the best way to remind her that she's not alone.

Phainon knows perfectly well that if he leaves his wife unattended, she'll really dig herself into a grave with motherhood. So he just picks her up and carries her away from the chores. She might protest, but resistance is useless.

Reminding his wife that she's not just a mother, but also his beloved woman, he says gently but firmly: "We need you healthy, not wrung out like a lemon." If she can't stop, he resorts to tricks: from pushing the children on her for hugs to kisses that make her forget what she was even thinking about.

He prepares a bath for her with oils, sets out a warm towel, even massages her shoulders until she finally starts to relax.

He literally forces her to sleep. If necessary, he'll lie next to her, stroke her hair, and murmur something soothing until she gives in and falls asleep.

On the day she finally drives herself to exhaustion, he takes over all the housework and kicks her out to rest. He threatens that if she tries to interfere, he'll do everything terribly (not really, but the threat works).

He reminds her that she doesn't have to carry everything herself, because she has him. "We're raising the children together, you don't have to do everything alone."

Sometimes he just sits next to her, takes her hand, and silently looks into her eyes, letting her know that he sees how hard she's working and is ready to help.

He has a universal remedy for stress: pull her into a hug and shower her face with hundreds of light kisses. He'll remind her more than once or twice: "You're an amazing mother. But before being a mother, you're my beloved woman. So now go rest, or I'll kidnap you."

[paucubarsisimp]

Would you ever write a Hector fort fic of him and reader playing the game where he has to guess the names of makeup products and their use and it’s just hilarious 😂

Have a great day/night 💙

makeup challenge

pairing: hector fort x reader

summary: in which hector tries to guess your makeup products

warnings: none

a/n: sry this took so long to come out! i couldn’t think of anything but @paus-princesa helped me (i love you sm girl)

tagged: @barcapix, @universefcb, @nngkay, @joaosnovia, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

it was one of those perfect, lazy afternoons in barcelona, where the sun was just starting to dip and the world seemed to slow down a little. you were sitting at your vanity, preparing to do your makeup when hector, who’d been lounging on the couch, suddenly sat up with an idea.

“oi,” he said, his voice full of that familiar mischief, “let’s do something fun. i’ll try guessing your makeup products. i bet i can figure them out.”

you raised an eyebrow, amused. “seriously? you know nothing about makeup.”

“exactly,” he grinned. “that’s what makes it interesting. come on, don’t leave me hanging.”

you chuckled. “fine, fine. but i’m not going easy on you.”

“no problem,” he said, a confident smile on his face. “let’s do this.”

eyelash curler

you handed him the first item: the eyelash curler. hector took it in his hands, inspecting it from all angles, clearly confused.

“what is this?” he asked, frowning at it. “it’s like a little clamp?”

you giggled. “it’s an eyelash curler. you use it to curl your lashes before putting on mascara.”

his eyes went wide, and he turned it over in his hands like it was a dangerous weapon. “wait—so you curl your eyelashes with this? how do you not poke your eye out?”

you laughed. “no! it’s actually really easy once you get the hang of it.”

he held it up to his eye, looking at you nervously. “i don’t know… i’d probably end up poking myself. i think i’ll stick to football—much less dangerous.”

eyebrow brush

next, you handed him the eyebrow brush. he stared at it like it was something straight out of a science experiment.

“so… this is for your eyebrows?” he asked, genuinely confused. “why do they need a brush?”

you couldn’t help but giggle at his confusion. “well, yeah. it helps keep them in place and shapes them. you don’t want them looking wild.”

he ran his hand over his own eyebrows, still baffled. “but mine are fine. they just grow, and that’s it.”

you smiled. “it’s not just about growth. trust me, brushing makes a difference.”

he shrugged, still not convinced. “i’ll take your word for it. i’m happy with my ‘natural’ look.”

you giggled. “one day, i’ll show you. you might change your mind.”

beauty blender

now it was time for the beauty blender. you handed it to him, and he immediately began squeezing it, fascinated by how soft and squishy it was.

“okay, this is actually fun,” he said, squishing it in his hand like a stress ball. “what’s it for?”

“it’s a beauty blender,” you explained, watching him continue to squish it. “you use it to blend foundation. you dampen it first, so it’s softer.”

he gave it another squeeze, nodding slowly. “this feels like something i should have in the locker room. imagine how relaxed i’d be before a match.”

“i think your teammates might find that a bit distracting,” you teased.

he shrugged, still amused. “i mean, it’s like a little squishy toy. how could anyone resist?”

you laughed. “maybe we should get you one for the next match.”

lip gloss

finally, it was time for the lip gloss. hector picked it up, giving it a once-over, clearly intrigued.

“okay, so what’s the flavor of this one?” he asked, his voice suddenly serious. “i’m going to guess…”

you raised an eyebrow, giving him a playful look. “go on, make your guess.”

he tilted his head, looked at you for a moment, then grinned. “cherry. i’m going with cherry.”

you stared at him, surprised. “wait, seriously? how did you guess that?”

he smiled smugly. “what can i say? i have a sweet tooth. plus, you taste like cherries, so it felt obvious.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, feeling your cheeks flush. “you taste me?”

he shrugged, unfazed. “had to make sure. it’s all part of the challenge.”

he leaned in and kissed you, just a quick, soft peck on the lips. when he pulled away, his grin was wide. “yep, definitely cherry. tastes like summer in a tube.”

you blinked, trying to hide your smile. “wow, you really went for it, huh?”

he grinned. “what can i say? i’m thorough. i like to win.”

by the time you both slipped on those adorable animal ear headbands—one with bear ears and the other with bunny ears—you were both laughing so much it was hard to focus on anything. hector looked ridiculously cute, and you couldn’t help but steal a few kisses as you went along with the challenge.

he kept sneaking little kisses on your cheeks, forehead, and even your nose, each one making you giggle. every time you’d pick up a new product to use, he’d kiss you and distract you, making it harder to keep a straight face.

“okay,” he said, pulling you onto his lap once the challenge was over, “now it’s my turn. do my makeup. let’s see if you can make me look good.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you really want me to do your makeup?”

“yup,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “let’s see how well you can handle the challenge. but don’t make me look like a clown.”

you smiled, grabbing your makeup products. “no promises.”

as you started applying makeup to his face—carefully, since you couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous he looked—you felt a warm, silly joy bubble up. he kept looking up at you with that mischievous grin of his, clearly enjoying every second.

“you know,” he said, his voice soft and teasing, “i think you might be onto something with this whole makeup thing. maybe i should start wearing it more often. i could be the first football player with makeup.”

you giggled. “maybe you should, though i think the team would have some words to say about it.”

he laughed, pulling you close for one last kiss. “well, at least i’d look good while making history.”

you both ended up laughing, your makeup supplies scattered around, but feeling closer than ever. there was no challenge too silly or moment too small for the two of you to enjoy together.

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[enchantressiren]

A message you may need to hear. 💌

Masterlist.

Note: This is an 18+ message. Furthermore, I cannot believe I am actually doing a nsfw nonpac intuitive reading. I genuinely thought it was for my sfw account only? Pretty cool! Also, the signs I have received for this has been insufferable.. The amount of mosquitoes, flies, etc., and bites I endure and still am–stupid energy. I am not one the one to complain, but shit hurts like a mother fuc--.

Sometimes we like to think that if our future lover or future person came to us, we could heal from our struggles and our lack of interest in sex. We could heal from our trauma whether that was from religion, rape, sexual assault, or perhaps the lack of knowledge of getting pregnant and aborting it. Sometimes we like to think it is okay to wait so they can heal us, you know it is easier, right? Everyone always tells us it is easier, the person coming will heal your wounds, so working on yourself is not always necessary. But they also forget that same person will struggle with the same thing and expect the same from us. Sometimes life can be a roller coaster, and that roller coaster isn’t fun. It’s not going to go in loops, it’s not going to hit cool swerves, sometimes it just is plain boring, and it goes in a straight line.

But how can you expect the person coming or the person that has come to you to heal you if you never open your heart to this concept? How can you expect emotional freedom if you hide away in a shell of a mask, hoping they crash through it and understand EVERY SINGLE part of you? How can you expect that if you cannot do the same to yourself? How can you expect love, the love you so crave from the deepest parts of your broken heart—the ones you hide from yourself and even the ones you claim to trust? How could that be if you cannot trust yourself or allow yourself to be horny? Why do you need to sabotage it? Sex is normal. Sex is SUPPOSED to be beautiful.

Your knowledge on sex is rotten, like roses being left in their bouquet, despite you saying you will make them into perfume. Why leave something so delicate out to rot? Have you gained anything from that? How happy have you felt lately? Does it feel good to procrastinate on something that will heal your soul just from fears? I understand how painful and scary it can be to deal with so much fear and the what-ifs, the way it indulges your mind to the point where you feel like you are reliving it, and sometimes it's hard to come out of that panic attack or episode. But I also understand how hard it is to push yourself when you are drowning. But do you understand how easy it is for you to push yourself out of it if you just try? Just try. Don’t allow yourself to drown or to be bitten by a mosquito because you are playing a game or perhaps reading. What do you gain from that outcome? To procrastinate such a feat for a little fun, to ignore something that will give you ease just for that? If you know that you can get some peace from killing it, then kill it and forget the book or game. 

Take a leap of faith and allow yourself to feel pleasure. Your future person or lover is not always going to be able to help you during sexual affairs; you have to help yourself, or you will always remain as the same empty shell you boast about. That shell is something you hate, and sometimes you wonder if you can get out of it and see the world as you always have. You see the world as a kid, everything is colorful and interesting, there is never a dull moment. You observe as a bird would, engaging with everything before presenting yourself to the world, and that is something beautiful. So learn to appreciate your inner self and learn how to take care of yourself sexually.

You have a long way to learn through it, and maybe if you cannot, at least learn to allow these thoughts to appear. They are not a sin, it is okay to feel them. Almost everyone does, and that is okay too. And if you assume your thoughts are too much and they are gross, ask yourself why. Sometimes we like to search on the internet so we can figure everything out and understand ourselves or others, but then we forget that we have the answer too. You are a smart person, and I am not saying this for a reading (as I always mention, be better to yourself), but you need to talk to yourself more. You need to have a friendship with yourself and not force that trust. It takes time, and that is okay. A lot of things take time, and that is okay. You need to remind yourself that it is okay for things to take time, and you need to find beauty in it. 

So take off the mask you're wearing, put it down on a table, and grab a lighter. Burn it whether you want to do it on paper, in your mind, or draw everything I write, but do it. When you grab the lighter, I want you to spit on it and then burn it (if you're imagining it or drawing it), and if not, don’t actually burn it; just crumble it up like crazy, step on it, and then throw it away. Once you do this, make a promise or goal with yourself that this is the last time you wear this mask and that now you must learn to enjoy your actual self. 

This is something you need to move forward and something you deserve. So let it go, or else you will become poison to yourself and others, and that is simply not worth the hassle. 

Channeled song.

Love yourself - Justin Bieber.

Divider.

[kissthesunandmoon]

To win her hand-part 2~

SMUT! MDNI

(Part one has only been up for about half a day but so far quite a few people seem to like it so I thought I’d hop straight on with a part 2, hope you enjoy. I am so sorry that it is quite long but I felt some build up was necessary, hopefully it’s worth it!)

Making your way up the stairs, your ears finally felt relief from all the obnoxious drunken chatter and cheering, with one final glance back you see your father drinking with the Yautja leader, apparently the two were really bonding over your new union. Truthfully you had genuinely asked Ka’Toah to head back to your room to get to know each other better, away from curious ears and prying eyes, but of course you couldn’t ignore that it was your wedding night. You knew that your culture and his were vastly different, but you could only assume that their traditions of newly weds were the same, what you couldn’t assume was, well…how they were in that department. Through the night of celebrations you had many of your people congratulating you, and most likely due to the drink, you had been let in on the fact that not only did many of your own kind desire the Yautja, but there were a number (higher than you had imagined) of those who had actually pursued them. Both women and men came to you to you telling you stories of their conquests with the god like beings, though you had never asked. Of course these were one nights stands driven by lust and pleasure so you couldn’t fully make your predictions from that alone, but there was one word that you had heard more than a few times. Rough. They were rough, and big. I mean it didn’t take a genius to figure the latter out, your new husband towered over you, he was tall and very muscular. With this in mind it made sense that they would be well endowed to put it politely, and the fact that they obviously weren’t human would account for their apparent roughness. The thoughts consumed you and you found yourself growing nervous, of course you felt comfortable and safe with your new husband, more than you had expected. But the thought loomed over you that you didn’t know him, or why he had even wanted to win your hand in the first place, you had no idea of his intentions and you had never thought to ask. Perhaps he would be rough with you, rougher than you could handle, you were sure he wouldn’t do it intentionally but he could very well end up hurting you. You felt the anxiety building like a knot in your stomach and a cloud in your mind.

The two of you soon came to the door of your room, and once entering you watched as his eyes wandered, curiosity and awe behind them. To call it a bedroom was an understatement with its impressive size, on one side was a large round bed, adorned with silk sheets perfect for the hot climate of your home. There were a few other typical bedroom items, a type of vanity, a seat, but it was none of these items that caught his eye. On the other side however, was something that only a princess could have in her chambers, it looked like either a very large floor level bath, or a small pool. He analysed the slight steam coming from it and he let out another, slightly proud purr when he recognised the heating technology was that of his own. Another generous gift brought to your people by his, a flawless underfloor heating system far more advanced than any created around the world. And of course, straight ahead was an arch that lead to a substantial balcony which like the rest of your room was made from a beautiful, slightly tan marbled stone.

Without even discussing it the two of you instinctively made your way to your balcony looking over your home, the night air was still warm, the sky danced with the lights of the stars and moon, and the sound of vibrant chatter and festivities still hung in the air. You stood quietly for a moment, before he spoke in your own native tongue catching you a little off guard, “You are uneasy of something, Princess” you couldn’t help your smile at both the effort he was clearly putting in to speaking your language which must have been difficult for him, and of course the nickname. Although it was your formal title of course, it sounded sweeter coming from him. But of your smile faded slightly as you processed his words, it wasn’t a question, he wasn’t asking. He knew something was bothering you. You inhaled a breath trying to formulate a sentence in your head, you didn’t want any poor wording offending him. Before you could speak he turned to you, gazing down with gentle eyes, “Are you…having reservations of our union?” You didn’t even hesitate before you replied a loud “No!”, maybe a little louder than you anticipated. “Sorry…I mean no, that isn’t it” you said softer this time, before letting out a small sigh and averting your gaze to the ground. It didn’t take long before you felt a gentle finger under your chin, tilting your head back up to look at him, and you almost melted when you did. His eyebrows were knitted into a look of concern, but his eyes were probably the softest you had seen them, he didn’t push you but gave you a small nod prompting you to explain when you were ready. Taking another shaky breath you knew you owed him an explanation, you hated the idea of him thinking you were having regrets. “It’s just…how do I even say this?” You swallowed hard before continuing, your mouth suddenly dry. “I know now that intimate relationships between our kind are not as uncommon as I had thought, and I know that you would never hurt me…but Im much smaller than you and- I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous, I’m sorry”. You felt the sting of heat in your cheeks, unlike when you had locked eyes however, this was a blush born from embarrassment. You heard that familiar purr you were growing to love as his fingers moved from under your chin, to cup your cheek affectionately, his fingers grazing your hair and you looked up at him again. Once again he spoke in your language with great effort, the moment feeling too important to be communicated through a robotic voice, he needed you to hear him, even if it was slightly broken and his pronunciation flawed. “Do not apologise, I understand I am much larger than you, you fear it will hurt?”. You just nodded shyly at his question and he continued again, the back of his palm caressing your cheek as he did. “I will never do anything to hurt you, but I do not want you to be frightened, we do not need to cross that line if you do not wish to”. You put your hand on his, leaning into his touch, your heart feeling eased by his words, the fact that he was willing to remain without your touch for your own comfort was more than most of the men within your own kind would have offered. “It’s not that I don’t want to…I do, I just-“ you didn’t even know how to finish the sentence, and you didn’t have to. Ka’Toah watched you for a moment, before bending down and scooping you up bridal style and carrying you back into your room, he placed you gently on the floor near your pool. Before you could even process it, he began to rid himself of his armour, you debated averting your eyes but found yourself unable to, staring shamelessly at his now naked body. He then turned stepping into the heated water, then he held a hand out to you. Realising what he was insinuation your breath hitched for a moment, eyes never leaving his and slowly you mimicked him, slowly undressing yourself until you were completely naked as well.

You took his hand and stepped into the water, your size different apparent as the water which reached the middle of your chest, sat just above his hips. He slowly walked backwards with your hand in his until he reached the wall of the pool where there was a ridge to be used as a seat, he sat down and stood you between his legs facing him. You looked at him curiously tilting your head slightly, “We can get to know each others bodies without going all the way, how about we simply get comfortable with each others touch” he explained without you even having to explicitly ask. “Okay” you practically whispered, you stood and watched as his hand found your cheek once again caressing it gently, before it slowly ran down to your jaw and then your neck. You focused on steadying your breathing, enjoying the feeling of his skin. It was so different to your own, but the contrast was absolutely divine. His hands continued, running down your collarbones to your chest, he looked up at you for a moment before touching you there. He was asking for permission, you nodded and he didn’t wait another second before his hands found your breasts, circling your nippled with his thumbs and letting out a deeper purr than you had heard previously. You let out a small gasp, his rough fingers adding just the right amount of friction as he circled, you found your mind wandering, fantasising about how that gentle pressure would feel elsewhere.

Although his intentions were genuinely not to coax you into sex, you found yourself pressing your thighs together to ease the heat building there. His hands moved from your chest, gliding down your waist almost engulfing you with the size difference, those mischievous thumbs once again running down your stomach tracing light patterns. His eyes were focused on your body, memorising every curve, indulging in the softness of your skin. Soon his hands moved down to your hips, running over your outer thighs, you could hear him muttering in his language, you didn’t know what he was saying but from his tone, you could tell they were compliments. No limits to his curiosity he used his hand to gently part your legs, wanting to feel the soft skin of your inner thighs. First he dragged his fingers along the outsides once again with your heart already pounding, before finally they trailed to the insides once again trailing up and down. You figured he mustn’t have known that the inside of the thigh was an extremely sensitive part of a human woman, because his fingers took one particular high drag. And you couldn’t hold it in anymore, your body trembled and you let out a loud gasp, stumbling forward slightly having to steady yourself with firm hands on his shoulders. His hands had gripped you to steady you, and for the first time in a while his eyes met your own, looking slightly alarmed. It didn’t take long apparently though before he recognised the look in your own, finally less distracted by the feel of your body he took a moment to analyse your body, and he realised. Your heart was beating faster, but not like before, not from nerves. Your cheeks slightly flushed, breathing shaky, he could tell without a doubt. You were on fire from his touch, the look in his eyes shifted slightly to one a mix of curiosity and desire. Bringing his hands around the backs of your thighs he gave you a gentle tug closer to him, so close that your front was almost pressed against his own, after all with the height difference he was practically eye level with you despite sitting down. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need words, neither did you. He moved his hands back to the insides of your thighs, trailing up and down once again, but each time he would go higher, and higher. Your breathing became heavy, your hands still gripping his shoulders as you looked down at him. He was teasing you. Just as it almost became unbearable, his hand trailed up and instead of dipping back down, he went higher. Finally pressing his fingers against you, you whimpered slightly eyes still locked in his. He waiting for a moment, as if trying to give you time to back down if you wanted to. But instead your body spoke on your behalf, as completely on their own accord, your hips rocked forward slightly. That was enough for him, his other hand came to wrap around your waist steadying you, and then he began moving his hand. His middle finger began to circle your clit, your body trembled again, the feeling was overwhelming in the best way. One of your hands left his shoulders to cover your own mouth, stifling yourself, but before you could get comfortable his hand at your waist flew up to grab your wrist. Pulling it away he shook his head, tutting at you leaning forward to put his face beside your ear “Now how will I know how good you feel if I can’t hear you?” He cood softly, he let go of your wrist and you wrapped both of your arms around his neck holding him close, keeping his head next to your own discovering you enjoyed his lustful words against your ear. His hand traveled back down, this time resting on your hip.

He continued circling his fingers a little faster now, your hips continued rocking and you didn’t hide your moans this time, he continued to growl and mumble in your ear. Various words of praise guided you through your pleasure, sometimes a little teasing, but you liked it “right there hmm?” “Does that feel good?” “You like that princess?” All of his words bringing you closer and closer, you grabbed at his arm between your legs, panting and gasping. He knew you were close, and he didn’t stop, his fingers worked tirelessly and finally without warning, the band snapped and you let out a strangled moan as you came, his fingers worked you through your orgasm as your moans turned to whimpers, and finally whines of overstimulation. You pulled back looking at him trying to catch your breath. But before you could even wrap your head around what happened, once again he scooped you up causing you to yelp slightly, climbing out of your pool with you in his arms, apparently not caring about the fact the two of you were soaked as he lay made his way to your bed, laying you on your back. He hovered above you slightly as you gazed up at him through your now slightly hooded eyes, he used his hand to brush some of your hair out of your face staring into your eyes. “Beautiful…” he whispered softly to you “We don’t have to do anything else, your pleasure is more than enough-“ he began, but before he could even finish you wrapped your legs around his hips, the fear of pain seemingly long gone from your mind.

He looked at you for a moment his hand gripping one of your thighs at his waist, he needed verbal confirmation from you. “Please” you breathed, your voice slightly weak from your high, and that was all he needed. He began slowly pushing in, you winced from the stretch, your eyes squeezing shut as you subconsciously held your breath. The arm he was supporting himself with next to your head moved to stroke a finger along your cheek, as his the thumb from his other hand make delicate circles on your thigh. “Breathe for me”. You let out a shaky exhale as he pushed in further and further until you were full, and then he stopped waiting for you to adjust to his size. Your hands wandered, gripping his shoulders, biceps, neck, chest-whatever you could find. He lowered himself so that he was almost flush against you, still running his hands along your cheek, your hair, your lips trying to soothe you. If he was honest, he was almost debating pulling out and scooping you up to cuddle you instead, he hated seeing your face scrunch up with pain, your slight whines of discomfort. But then just as he almost did, your face and body relaxed, your breathing steadied and your hands came to rest on his back. Testing the waters slightly, he rolled his hips, not too much but just enough to gauge your comfort. And he found much more, you let out a soft moan as he did so, your legs tightening and your nails digging into his back. And so he did it again, and again, each time pulling slightly further back, rocking his hips just a little harder. And soon, you were a moaning writhing mess beneath him. Your hips moved with him, desperate to feel him, and suddenly the talk of the “roughness” didn’t seem to scare you. “More, please” you managed between your moans, and finally he felt that you were truly comfortable enough for him to let himself go. Two of you losing yourselves in the pleasure together, you didn’t try to be quiet and neither did he. Just as you thought it couldn’t feel any better, he angled his hips differently, so that he went deeper and his pelvis rubbed against your clit. Your moans grew louder as you practically clawed at his back as you felt that familiar build low in your stomach, the new angle along with your nails also edged him towards his own orgasm. Lifting himself slightly he rested his forehead against your own, once again muttering sweet nothings as he felt you tighten around you. “There you go princess, that’s it, right there” and the sweetness of his intimacy collided with the rocking of his hips, and you came undone again. Harder this time, your back arched as your legs shook around him, moaning, panting and gasping. The sight and sound of you pushed him over the edge, as his hand reached under your back, pressing you into him. He let out a deep primal growl, not pulling out as he filled you. You weren’t sure if he could get you pregnant, and you didn’t care. You needed to feel him. Finally the two of you slowed your hips, you stayed there a moment before he finally pulled out. And quickly he sat up against your pillows, pulling you into his lap and against his chest, rubbing your back and running his fingers through your hair. He must have asked you a million times if you were okay, and each time you reassured him. You were more than okay, in fact as you relaxed into him coming down from your second high of the night you only had one thing on your mind. One more couldn’t hurt, right?

(OKAY so I am so sorry that this is so long, but I really hope it was worth it! Once again this is my first time with fanfic so I hope the smut was okay. Let me know if you enjoyed it, and if you want a part three or have any one shot requests!)

[s1ut-4-rafe]

THE 'PERFECT' DATE | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (One Shot)

Pairing - Rafe Cameron x Fem Kook! Reader

Summary - When your parents announce Rafe Cameron as your Midsummers date, you’re blindsided. To them, it’s the perfect arrangement—two prominent families united. Rafe is cocky, manipulative, and the last guy you’d choose. Stuck playing the perfect daughter, you endure the night—only to realize there might be more to him than you thought.

Word Count - 3335

Content - Angst, fake dating, unexpected chemistry, sfw

The chandelier above the dining table casts a soft, golden glow, reflecting off the pristine white china and polished silverware. You sit straight in your chair, posture perfect, just the way your mother likes.

Your father, seated at the head of the table, is busy typing on his phone, while your mother hums softly to herself, arranging the salad on her plate in perfect symmetry.

You’re used to dinners like this—quiet, controlled, almost staged. But tonight, there’s something different in the air, a heaviness that makes your stomach turn. You keep your eyes down, pretending to be engrossed in your plate, until your father clears his throat and sets his phone aside.

“Y/N, your mother and I have something important to discuss with you,” he announces, his tone authoritative as always.

You glance up, nodding slightly. “Okay.”

He straightens his tie, a subtle gesture that always means he’s about to make a point. “Ward and I have been talking,” he begins, pride practically seeping from his words. 

“We both think it’s time to make our families’ connection a little more public. You know how much I value our partnership.”

You swallow hard, already dreading where this is going. Your mother reaches into her purse, pulling out a cream-colored envelope embossed with gold detailing. She places it gently on the table in front of you, like it’s something precious.

“Your Midsummers invitation,” she says with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s going to be a beautiful night. Your father and I thought it was important that you attend again this year.”

You pick up the envelope, tracing the golden lettering with your thumb. Midsummers—the most glamorous, sought-after event of the year for Kooks. 

You’ve been to plenty before, always paraded around like some prized possession. Your parents’ perfect daughter. An accessory to their success.

Your mother continues, oblivious to your lack of enthusiasm. “And we’ve already arranged your date.”

Your head snaps up, eyes narrowing slightly. “My date?”

“Yes,” your father says, giving you a stern look, as if daring you to question him. 

“You’ll be going with Rafe Cameron. It just makes sense, considering how close our families are. Ward agrees it’s a good idea. You’ll make a fine pair.”

You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek, forcing yourself to keep your expression neutral. You know better than to argue outright. Not when your father’s already made up his mind.

“Right,” you manage to say, your voice surprisingly steady. “Because appearances are everything.”

Your mother ignores the hint of bitterness, clasping her hands together in delight. “Rafe is such a charming boy,” she says brightly. “And I think it’ll be good for you to spend some time with him. In fact…”

You can already feel it coming, the punchline to this whole farce.

“We’ve invited him over for dinner tonight,” your father finishes, glancing at his watch. “He’ll be here shortly.”

Your stomach flips, and you force a tight smile. “Of course. Whatever you think is best.”

Your father nods approvingly, clearly satisfied, while your mother resumes her humming, oblivious to the turmoil brewing beneath your calm facade. 

You push your plate away, appetite gone, and excuse yourself from the table, murmuring something about freshening up.

In the hallway, out of their sight, you let out a shaky breath. Of course they’d set you up with Rafe—the golden boy with a dangerous streak no one else seems to notice. The perfect match for the perfect daughter.

You swallow your frustration, knowing there’s no point fighting it. You just have to get through tonight and the night of the party. Just play the part they expect, even if it means tolerating Rafe Cameron. 

You’re halfway up the staircase when you hear the low rumble of an engine outside—Rafe’s truck. Your stomach tightens as your mother’s voice rings out from the foyer.

“Oh, Rafe! It’s so lovely to see you, darling.”

You take a steadying breath and force yourself to head back downstairs, catching sight of your mother practically fawning over him. 

Rafe’s dressed sharp—crisp white button-up, sleeves rolled just enough to show off his tanned forearms, and his usual cocky grin plastered across his face. He leans in to kiss your mother’s cheek, ever the gentleman when eyes are on him.

“Evening, Mrs. Y/L/N,” he drawls, flashing that easy smile that fools everyone but you. Your father steps forward, offering a firm handshake, and Rafe plays his part flawlessly—respectful, confident, exactly the kind of guy your parents adore.

When his gaze lands on you, though, there’s a glint of something darker—something almost challenging. You square your shoulders, giving him a tight smile, and he saunters over, barely restraining his smirk.

“Hey, princess,” he says, voice low enough that your parents can’t hear. “You look excited to see me.”

You glare up at him, trying not to flinch when he leans just a bit closer. “No, you’re just delusional, Rafe.”

He chuckles, brushing past you to take a seat at the dining table, all confidence and charm. Your parents don’t notice the tension—they’re too busy practically rolling out the red carpet for him.

Your father gestures for everyone to sit, and you end up right next to Rafe, your mother shooting you a pointed look until you grudgingly smile. 

Dinner starts, and as usual, your parents steer the conversation—business, the upcoming event, how perfect everything will be.

Your mother looks at you, eyes shining with pride. “I can’t wait to see the two of you at Midsummers. Everyone will be talking about how wonderful you look together.”

Rafe grins, nudging your shoulder just enough to make you bristle. “I’ll make sure she’s the center of attention,” he says smoothly. “Wouldn’t want anyone to forget who the real beauty of the night is.”

Your father nods approvingly, oblivious to your discomfort. “That’s what I like to hear, Rafe. Your father always speaks highly of your dedication—knows how to handle himself under pressure.”

You nearly snort but catch yourself, glancing at Rafe out of the corner of your eye. He’s playing the perfect role—charming, respectful, exactly what your parents want. It irritates you how easily he fools them.

The rest of dinner drags on, your parents practically glowing at how well you and Rafe “get along.” You can’t help but feel trapped, forced to play the part of the obedient daughter while Rafe basks in their approval.

When dessert is finally served, your father clears his throat. “Now, I expect both of you to make a strong impression at Midsummers. It’s important that the Camerons and our family are seen as unified.”

Rafe raises his glass slightly, eyes flicking to you with a teasing glint. “Don’t worry, sir. I’ll take good care of her.”

Your stomach churns, but you manage a tight smile, biting back a sarcastic remark. Instead, you force yourself to nod. “Of course. It’ll be… unforgettable.”

Rafe’s smirk deepens, and you know that underneath the polite facade, he’s enjoying every second of this. You excuse yourself as soon as dinner ends, practically fleeing to the quiet of your room.

Just when you think you’re finally alone, there’s a light knock on your door. You open it, and of course, Rafe’s standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe.

“You know,” he says, that familiar cocky grin back in place, “you don’t have to look so miserable about being stuck with me. It could be worse.”

You cross your arms, giving him a pointed look. “Yeah? How’s that?”

He shrugs, eyes glinting with mischief. “You could be stuck with some boring Kook who doesn’t know how to have a little fun. You’re lucky I’m the one going with you.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Please. I’d rather go alone.”

Rafe leans in, voice dropping to a low murmur. “Good thing you don’t have a choice, huh?”

Before you can fire back, he’s gone, striding down the hallway like he owns the place. You slam the door shut, heart pounding and frustration thrumming through your veins. 

You’re not sure what’s worse—the fact that you’re stuck with him, or the way his stupid smirk keeps replaying in your mind.

Dinner ends with your parents practically singing Rafe’s praises as he bids them a polite goodbye. You barely look at him as he leaves, though you can feel his eyes lingering on you until the door clicks shut behind him.

As soon as he’s gone, your father turns to you with a satisfied smile. “That went well. Everyone will be thrilled to see you two together at Midsummers. Make sure you’re on your best behavior that night.”

You force a smile, giving a small nod before excusing yourself. The second you’re back in your room, the tension melts into irritation, and you let out a frustrated breath. You want to scream, cry—anything but feel trapped like this.

You glance at your reflection in the vanity mirror, wiping away the practiced smile you wore through dinner. You hate how easily Rafe fooled your parents, playing the perfect gentleman while you’re stuck pretending everything is fine.

By the time you change out of your dinner dress and curl up on your bed, your thoughts are a whirlwind—how you’ll survive Midsummers, how you’ll manage to put up with Rafe without losing your mind.

Your phone vibrates on the nightstand, and you grab it, half expecting a message from your mom reminding you of more etiquette rules. Instead, it’s a text from Rafe:

Rafe: Hope you’re practicing that smile, princess. Gotta make it look convincing.

You scoff, tossing your phone aside without replying. He’s really enjoying this, isn’t he?

You fall asleep with frustration simmering in your chest, trying to push thoughts of him out of your mind at all costs.

The night of Midsummers arrives faster than you’d like, and your room is littered with dresses your mother deemed “unworthy” before finally settling on the one she deemed perfect—a flowing, ethereal gown in a soft shade of light blue. The silky fabric drapes flawlessly over your figure, catching the light just right, and the delicate spaghetti straps rest gently on your shoulders. You can’t deny that it’s beautiful, but you can practically hear her voice in your head, telling you how stunning you’ll look on Rafe’s arm.

Your mother fusses over your hair and makeup, her hands deftly fixing a stray curl before placing a delicate crown of white flowers on your head. She steps back, beaming with pride. “You look beautiful,” she gushes, adjusting the pearl necklace at your throat. “Just remember to smile. Tonight is about making an impression.”

Her words make your stomach tighten, but you force a practiced smile, nodding without meeting her eyes. You’re too used to this routine to let your frustration slip through the cracks. It’s always been about appearances—keeping up the pristine image of the perfect daughter, the obedient socialite, the flawless Kook. No one ever bothers to ask how you feel about it.

Your mother smooths out an invisible wrinkle in your dress, then clasps your hands in hers, squeezing gently. “I know it’s a lot of pressure, sweetheart, but just think of how proud your father will be. Tonight could open doors for us—maybe even a new business venture. Ward Cameron practically considers us family and they’ve accomplished a lot together.” 

You swallow back the bitterness threatening to rise, giving her another placid smile. “Of course, Mom. I understand.”

She kisses your cheek, oblivious to the tension tightening your shoulders. “That’s my girl,” she coos, before bustling off to make sure everything downstairs is just as perfect as you are.

Left alone, you glance at yourself in the mirror—gold hoop earrings glinting in the soft glow of your vanity, white strappy heels adding a touch of sophistication, and the light blue envelope clutch resting neatly on your dresser. Your flower crown of white flowers sits next to it, an accessory your mother insisted on. You look every bit the Kook princess they want you to be—polished, poised, and perfect.

Your thoughts are interrupted by your father’s voice booming from downstairs. “Rafe’s here!”

Your heart skips—part nerves, part irritation. You inhale deeply, forcing yourself to stand tall and compose your expression. It doesn’t matter what you feel right now. It matters how you look, how you act, and how seamlessly you play your role.

As you reach the top of the staircase, you spot Rafe lingering by the entrance, talking to your father with that effortless charm he always wields. 

He’s dressed in a sharp, light blue suit that matches your gown almost perfectly, complete with a crisp white shirt and a dark navy bow tie. His hands are tucked casually into his pockets, and he glances up at you with a smug, knowing smile.

He recovers quickly, his signature cocky grin sliding back into place. “Damn,” he mutters under his breath, clearly not caring if anyone hears. “You look beautiful.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, reminding yourself to keep your expression neutral. “Thank you,” you reply with a small smile, fighting to keep the annoyance from your tone.

Your father pats Rafe on the shoulder, beaming with pride. “You two look fantastic together. Everyone’s going to be talking about how perfect you look, I just know it.”

Rafe glances at you, his grin widening just enough to make you wary. “Yeah,” he agrees, his tone almost teasing. “Perfect.”

Your mother fusses over your dress one more time, clearly satisfied with the picture you and Rafe make. “Now, don’t keep everyone waiting. We’ll see you guys there, and remember—”

“I know, Mom,” you interrupt gently, giving her another smile. “Make an impression. Be gracious. Smile. I’ve got it.”

She seems pleased with your reassurance, and with one last approving glance, your parents finally let you go. Rafe steps forward, offering his arm with a flourish that’s equal parts gentlemanly and mocking. You have no choice but to take it, slipping your hand through his arm as he leads you out to his truck.

When you’re finally out of earshot from your parents, Rafe smirks down at you, voice low and smug. “You nervous, princess? Or just dreading spending the whole night with me?”

You glare at him, determined not to let him get under your skin. “Worry about yourself, Cameron. I’m not the one who needs to impress tonight.”

He just chuckles, clearly amused by your defiance, and opens the passenger door for you. 

You roll your eyes, climbing in and settling into your seat as he rounds the truck to get in on the driver’s side. As the engine roars to life, you chance a glance at him—his jaw set, eyes focused on the road ahead. For just a moment, you almost wonder if there’s something more behind that cocky exterior.

But you quickly push the thought aside. You don’t have time to analyze Rafe Cameron—not when you’re about to be paraded around like some prized possession at Midsummers. You just have to get through the night without losing your mind—or, worse, letting Rafe see how much he’s starting to get under your skin.

The event is grand, as always—lights strung up around the massive pavilion, the warm glow casting a golden sheen over the polished marble floors. 

Music floats through the air, a blend of classical and modern beats, as the crowd sways and laughs under the chandeliers. 

Kooks in their finest attire mingle effortlessly, exchanging compliments and small talk like this is their second nature. You feel like you’re suffocating already.

Rafe is the picture of ease. His arm is wrapped possessively around your waist, guiding you through the crowd with an unspoken mastery. 

He chats with everyone who approaches—his smile perfect, his words smooth, effortlessly shifting from one conversation to the next. 

You watch him, almost mesmerized by how well he fits in. He makes it look so natural, so effortless—like he belongs here, like he was born to stand in the center of all this. Meanwhile, you can barely stand the weight of the mask on your face.

“Stop frowning,” Rafe murmurs, pulling you closer as another group of people waves at him, their smiles wide and genuine. “You’re attracting too much attention.”

You force a smile, though it feels wrong, like your lips might crack if you hold it too long. The air is thick, the conversation around you just noise. 

After what feels like hours of smiling and nodding, he steers you to a quieter spot near the gardens. 

The hustle and bustle fade away as you step into the cool night air, the distant sounds of laughter and clinking glasses replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves. You let out a sigh, your shoulders relaxing a little. Finally, some space.

Rafe stops just short of a stone wall that separates the gardens from the main event. He leans against it casually, one hand still on your waist. 

“You’re tense,” he observes, his voice low but teasing. His eyes flicker over you, like he’s studying some intricate puzzle he’s dying to solve. His smirk pulls at the edges of his lips.

You cross your arms, trying to hide the way your skin prickles under his gaze. “Maybe because I’m stuck being your accessory tonight,” you shoot back, your tone more biting than you intend.

Rafe chuckles, pulling a flask from his jacket pocket with a smooth flick of his wrist. He takes a quick swig, his eyes never leaving you. “Here.” He holds it out. “Loosen up.”

You hesitate, then take it from him, the cool metal of the flask grounding you as you tip it back. The burn of the liquor hits your throat in a welcome wave, distracting you from the tightness in your chest. 

You hadn’t realized how much you needed something to cut through the tension, to ground you in the present. Rafe watches you intently as you drink, clearly impressed.

“Didn’t think you had it in you,” he teases, his voice rich with amusement.

You exhale sharply, wiping your mouth. “You don’t know anything about me.”

Rafe shrugs, his cocky grin reappearing. He slides the flask back into his jacket pocket, his expression unreadable now. “Maybe not. But I do know you’d rather be anywhere else tonight. Can’t say I blame you.”

There’s something in his eyes now—a flicker of something softer, almost vulnerable. It catches you off guard, throwing you off balance, and before you can react, the moment is gone. The arrogance returns to his features like armor, cold and impenetrable once again.

“Come on,” he says, his voice smooth, almost coaxing. “We’re supposed to dance at least once before your dad has a heart attack.”

You hesitate, but his hand is already there, outstretched, and despite everything, you take it. He pulls you toward the dance floor, and you try not to notice how easy it is to follow, how his hand feels warm against your skin, guiding you through the crowd.

The music swells around you, the beat slow and steady. As your bodies find their rhythm, you’re acutely aware of the space between you shrinking, his hand at your waist, your feet moving in sync with his. 

For a moment, the world outside of this small bubble seems to disappear—the glittering lights, the chatter of the guests, the pressure of the evening—all of it fades into the background. It’s just you and him.

“See?” Rafe murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. “Not so bad.”

You don’t answer, too focused on the way your heart races under the intensity of his gaze, the way your pulse quickens when his eyes lock onto yours. 

You’re supposed to hate him—his arrogance, his reckless confidence, his casual cruelty—but in this moment, with the music surrounding you and the lights dimming the edges of the world, you almost forget why.

The thought that maybe, just maybe, you could feel something else entirely shakes you more than you care to admit.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Ok, finally have some time carved out to sit and luxuriate in my FaifaWine story! Bring on the sweetness.

Honestly, I feel like their relationship is such a good representation of what a healthy dynamic can look like. Not just for romantic but platonic as well. Mutual support and encouragement is a beautiful thing.

We love a smitten man.

Ha, Wine doing the little neck turn for Fai was so cute. They're already so physically comfortable.

God these two are so damn photogenic.

So these pictures are just straight up engagement photos, yes? Everyone worrying about Faifa's game, when that man is 100% the first who's going to be married.

I don't know if "this will hurt me but it's too delicious not to drink" is the product placement they think it is.

Uggh, lady. There are family relationships where you can tease and joke about each other being a pain, but the fact that she is completely oblivious to the fact that she does not have that relationship with Fai is so aggravating. And once again, his face was so clear!

But Wine won't let it stand, and we love him for it.

Junior's acting here... he's so not used to anyone speaking up for how amazing he is. My poor baby.

So she apologizes, then immediately blames the dad. Shitty apology 101.

It is so infuriating, because he is literally telling her exactly what's wrong, and she's not paying any attention.

I love their hugs so much!

You can see how much Wine is Fai's safe space now. How he hugged his mom, vs how he hugs Wine.

And Wine with the healthy question, of thinking about how to move past it! He's so good for Fai.

Wa and Klao doing some growing up! I do wish we had seen a bit more of their journey, but that's just my general constant need for more AouBoom.

Uh, Toey can mind her own damn business. First outing Wine to his friend without permission, then trying to set him up with her brother without even asking first? Boooooo.

Ok, the "make it loud" is where Wine and my introvertedness severely differentiates, lol. That is my idea of torture.

Not "big boy" lolol.

Arm breaking out the sex kitten call sign for his pouty baby is rather perfect.

Yotha! Seriously. I know this is your version of supportive, but your brother is so, so much stronger than you give him credit for.

And of course Wine can immediately pick up on the different vibes Faifa has today.

Perfect descriptor for our boys.

Ugh, who invited Toey?

But also, props to them casting Ohm as Tor, which is 100 times better when you remember he's going to be with Junior and Wine in My Romance Scammer.

Oh Fai, baby, don't let your anxiety get to you. You are what he wants!

On one hand, I like that the friends want to be supportive, on the other, Wine is literally just walking with a dude. Although I guess Fai's phone being off is a rarity. Ok, I'll give them a pass.

Damn, he really is a big boy, isn't he.

Um, where was I?

Oh god, the way Faifa is so sure he's not going to come first.

Tor seems like a genuinely nice dude, he should get a meet cute with someone played by Fluke on campus. (The Fluke who's going to be his partner, not the Fluke who was his partner. Good lord, these names).

I rave about Junior a lot, but I should also mention Mark has been doing such a good job. He is someone who you can see grow in each performance, and I love that for him.

This scene, this scene, y'all.

Faifa being open and honest about his fears. Wine being honest about how Faifa has always been first for him, and his only goal. Faifa's calmness when he realizes that he wasn't chasing a love that he would inevitably lose, but that he's always had it from the beginning. The mutual love and reassurance and comfort and complete and utter safety in one another's arms. I'M NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING.

Omg, do not tell me those idiots literally chased Wine all over campus without him noticing. I am dying.

Ok, not to be a downer, but Yotha, this would have been a perfect supportive moment for you to bring the flowers. Just sayin'.

Yeah, these two are definitely gonna be the first married.

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Swallowed Whole by The Flame (Messmer the Impaler x Tarnished! Reader) 16

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Summary: Tarnished and Messmer enjoy each other in their honeymoon period.

A/N: I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD AND READY FOR MORE! Thank you all so much for the responses to the last chapter and it brings me such joy that people are interested for more. Onwards!

Warnings for this chapter: hot and heavy sex, all porn no real plot, oral (m & f receiving). doggy style, creampies, orgasm denial.

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Chapter 16: Divinity

Sunlight peeks through the soft red curtains, pouring warmth into the room. The light catches you across your sleeping face, making you squint and roll away, a soft groan leaving your lips. You do not know how early it is, but you're aware of the chill in the air that has frosted over the windows, and how your skin pebbles from the chill.

You roll over, the rawness of the silks of the sheets against your skin does not hide you from the elements. It is only when you feel something shift in the large bed, a presence beside you nestling in the sheets you share.

Cracking an eye open, you take in the person beside you, his large sleeping form is curled up on himself, his red hair a cascading calming flame. Messmer sleeps soundly, a tranquil look on his face that makes him look more like a god than a living man. 

Messmer, he's here, still with you. It wasn't some dream after all. 

You take some time just staring at him, watching the way his curved torso rises and falls softly. The serpents have curled around him in sleep, too, resting on the pillows beside their master's head. 

Gently, you trace a finger through his red tresses, idly taking in his beauty. Taken aback when he shifts suddenly, the serpents hiss quietly in complaint as they joint momentarily awake, and so does the redhead.

Messmer's golden eye cracks open a fraction, squinting from the sunlight before it adjusts to look across at you. Neither of you say anything for a moment that passes before he rolls onto his back, and a soft look cascades over his features.

"I thought last night was some dream."

"How so?"

Messmer snorts through his nostrils, casting a glance your way, his large fingers finding yours to intertwine. "I had dreamt of this very moment, with thee in mine own sheets." His fingers dance across your skin, skimming over your hips and across your waist, dipping close towards the inner part of your thighs.

"Oh, you were waiting for this?" You tease, rolling over closer to him, enjoying the way his much larger hands pull you closer. Messmer pulls you close so that you are practically sitting on his lap, giving him the perfect view of your bare chest. Your heartbeat picks up, and your nipples pebble from both the chill and his charming gaze.

Memories of last night come to you, the noises and feeling of being taken by him flood your mind, and you find yourself growing shy in front of him. Messmer picks up on this, a quirk in his eyebrow as he grinds himself up from below you. "Getting shy?"

You hum coyly, trying to bite your lip from letting a moan out, feeling his growing cock nudge beneath you. You stare down at him through your eyelashes, boldness growing through you. "I'd like to give you pleasure again."

"Oh?" He hums, intrigued, allowing you the chance to roll off him, his golden eye watching hawkishly, the serpents taking you in. 

You pull back the sheets to reveal his bareness, but he is not affected by the chill as you are. His skin feels flush, warm as a growing flame, and you are wholeheartedly drawn to it like a moth. His cock is semi-hard, but long and thick that it impresses you that you could take him. Languidly running your hand along his length, you take your time teasing him, gauging his reactions.

Messmer leans his head back into the pillows beneath him, basking in the new pleasures. "Oh, lover, thy touch is wicked."

His compliment goes straight to your core, the slickness within your legs grows heated, and your mouth salivates at this next step. Leaning over him, you cage his powerful thighs, sitting between them as you stare down his cock, your hand continues to stroke him slowly, feeling the way he twitches in your palm.

His cock grows heavy in your hand, and you love the way it begs for more. The head is weeping precum, and Messmer is softly muttering to himself, enjoying your touches as he awaits your mouth.

You lean over and waste no time trying to get as much of him into your mouth, swirling your tongue over him as you bob your head up and down. Messmer shuts his eye, a groan escaping his chapped lips as he cradles the back of your head, gauging how much you can take of him as you try to deepthroat him. 

"Thy body is not of this world, dearest." He hisses, and you taste the saltiness on your tastebuds. "Rather, a temptress who hast cometh to undo me."

You close your eyes as you get into your element, swiveling your head and continue to take as much of him in you, moaning softly around him as you feel him growing further and furth undone from you. His moans, the softness of his touches, he is close, you can tell-

His cock pops out of your mouth with a loud smack, startling you as you feel hands on you, suddenly flipping you on your hands and knees. You yelp from the abruptness of it all, turning your head to glance back over Messmer, a quirked smile lifting his face, playfulness dancing in his gaze. "Apologies dearest, I can hold back nay longer."

"Wha- Oh!"

Messmer wasted no time in leaning over from behind you, pressing his nose and nuzzling between your parted legs, his mouth finding your entrance. Shaking from bliss, the pleasure shoots through you, and you fall forward into the sheets, arse up and head down.  "Oh, fuck, Messmer-" 

The redhead presses himself into you further, grabbing you by the hips as he delves his tongue inside, earning the illicit moans to grow louder from you. You feel yourself growing close, but that falls quickly from you, your orgasm denied as Messmer pulls back, his touch leaves you yearning for more. "Messmer-"

"Yes, lover," Messmer kneels over you from behind, grabbing you by the hips, his large cock teasing your entrance as it rubs against your clit deliciously, "let me take thee."

Messmer takes after his title in this moment, for he has truly impaled you. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry, the feeling of being speared by his cock is a familiar yet overwhelming feeling. His cock fills you beyond anything once more, and your thighs shudder as you try to hold yourself up, feeling how it feels like he is moulding your insides to fit him perfectly.

Messmer thrusts shallowly inside you, earning the both of you to release your cries, and it feels that Messmer has taken on a much more feral approach to taking you. Thanks to his large height, he easily reaches over to capture your lips as he continues his thrusts, his tongue swirling against yours as you swallow each other's moans.

From behind, Messmer's cock drives almost further and deeper inside you, reaching places that make you see stars. It didn't take long before you could feel your orgasm rising, your voice rising as your slickness helped in making Messmer fuck you deeper and harder.

"Messmer-please, fuck, I'm-"

"Come undone, my starlight," he hissed, helping you draw out your orgasm as his thrusts grew sloppy, hinting at his end. 

His noises drew to an end, and his cock stopped thrusting as he emptied himself deep inside you. The cum flooded you greatly before you even had a chance to register how much there was, already some was leaking from your aching hole as he shifted above you. 

Catching your breath, Messmer stilled as he pulled you back into him, still inside you and rock hard. It was obvious from leaning back into him and being spooned that he was not done, as if something had awoken inside him to make him obsessed with fucking you. His behaviour was changed too, and the way he kissed the intimate area of your neck, his teeth grazing along your throat.

"Prithee," he whined, thrusting softly as the squelching noises of your mixed cum echoed in the room, "more, I needeth more."

The black knights that guarded just outside Messmer's chambers eyed each other, hearing the obvious moans and bed creaking that echoed down the hallway. Pretending to pay no mind to it, they both stood stoically, sworn to protect their Lord and now, the Tarnished that Messmer had decreed recently.

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A/N: Once again, thank you for everyone's kind words and compliments. It was so nice to reply to everyone - I hope you're enjoying reading this as much as I'm writing it! I look forward to what is more to come!

[starrihan]

Could u do &team fuma with a breeding kink? If you’re comfortable. 🫶🏻

Hi nonnie~ of course! I know in one of my previous Jo posts I said that K would have a breeding kink but honestly so would Fuma!

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He always knew he had a breeding kink, but he wouldn’t mention it for a while. He would like pleasuring you and finding out what you like first, maybe to see if you bring it up before he does, if you even have a breeding kink yourself.

You would come home one day, telling him how exhausted you are from work and that you just wanted to relax. He’d help you out, giving you dinner and even helping you put your stuff away. After eating he’ll tell you to relax and shower while he cleans up and you almost cry out of happiness because he’s so considerate of you and your exhaustion.

After your shower you’d come into the bedroom with a just a towel covering your body and he’d offer to give you a massage, and with hands as skilled as his who are you to say no to a massage? But you know where this is headed. You naked + Fuma giving you a massage? Not that you minded of course.

Eventually massaging your upper back turns into massaging your lower back and then his hands are on your ass. You’re constantly moaning into his touch which only drives him more insane as he pulls his pants off, slowly rubbing the tip of his cock in your already wet folds.

Your face is in the sheets, hips up in the air when he pushes in, letting out a drawn out moan when he’s fully inside. You mewl at the feeling of being full, slowly moving your hips back onto him, signaling him to move. He doesn’t hold back as he pounds into you. You’d both been so busy at work, one of you always being asleep or about to fall asleep when the other gets home.

He couldn’t help the pace he was going, getting lost in the pleasure of your walls cinching around him while your moans only fueled him to go harder, as per your request. If you weren’t using a condom, he was really good at pulling out but after not having been in you for a couple of weeks he kinda lost the signs of when he was close to cumming.

His orgasm would hit him out of nowhere, not giving either of you time to react when he starts shooting his load straight inside you. ‘Fuck… I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to cum inside…’ he’d say, continuing to thrust into you. You don’t say anything at first, mouth wide open into the sheets as you recover from your orgasm, one he hadn’t noticed at first in his shock of cumming in you.

He was still hard though, and you wanted more. You’d look back at him, face all fucked out, a beautiful sight for him as you lazily smile. ‘Can you do that again?’ And he’s slamming his hips harder than ever into you again, displacing his cum in you as it seeps out of your hole with every thrust of his hips.

‘Fuck baby I didn’t know you’d like me filling you up so much’ you can hear his smirk through his words, trying your best not to cum too quickly again. ‘I didn’t know if you’d want to… I’ve always thought about you doing it…’ those words were like music to his ears, happy that you felt the same way.

‘You should’ve told me sooner… wouldn’t have had to waste so much money on condoms,’ he would say between thrusts, each one send a jolt throughout your body, mouth hung open from how good he was making you feel. Whatever stress you carried home was certainly fucked out of you at this point.

You couldn’t help the rush of liquid that gushed out of your hole, moaning loud as the squirt nearly pushed him out of you. ‘Shit baby, you’re so fucking sexy.’ His grip on your hips would tighten as you babble nonsense, that last orgasm taking it out of you. The overstimulation was worth it though once you felt hot ropes of cum paint your walls again, pushing your hips into him once again to keep him buried in you. Strings of curses would fall from his lips as he thrusts a couple more times, emptying himself in you completely.

He’d slowly lower your hips, careful not to slip out of you before laying his chest gently on your back, kissing your neck and shoulders. ‘You did so good for me baby. Do you feel less stressed?’ You can only hum in response, panting as you try to catch your breath and relishing in the feeling of him and his cum snuggly inside of you.

You almost fall asleep in that position, coming back to your senses when he slowly starts to pull out of you causing you to wince at the cold air and the feeling of his cum leaking out of you. He sits there, mesmerized at the sight in front of him. He feels his dick twitch between his legs, flipping you over.

‘I’m sorry baby, you just look so sexy with my cum spilling out of you, makes me wanna do it again…’

The feeling of being empty had you up and awake, pushing him back on the bed as you climb on top of him.

‘Then let’s do it again’

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These asks just keep getting better and better my imagination is always running wild