#it is SO soft and I'll feel so luxurious wrapped in it i swear

[kotilae]

"Oh I can definitely make a full project with this yarn and not lose track of the stitches"

[hitchyboi]

Dating Havik Headcanons #1

Y'ALL OKAY THIS IS FOR MEEEEEEE XD I NEED MORE HAVIK AND GOD DAMNIT I'LL PROVIDE IT IF NO ONE ELSE WILL!

Oki thank you~

Content Warning- It's Havik. Gore, Blood, Violance, Self Mutilation, one small NSFW bit, Swearing (That's just me)

Cuteness aggression to the max. He can't help it, his partner is so precious when he's hugging them all he can imagine is squeezing them until their ribs break and pierce their lungs. If he's caressing their face, they can feel the way his fingers twitch, itching to dig his nails into their soft flesh.

He chews and bites. A lot. After Scorpion burned his face off he realized his ability to just straight bite things got easier without skin in the way. Will hug his partner from behind and chew on their hair cause he likes the texture. Cuddling? Random bites the entire time and they range from light and playful to you think he's genuinely trying to eat you sometimes. He isn't, kinda. Just likes biting.... Sometimes he may be trying to take an actual bite. Romantic Cannibalism.

His name has become a confusing mix of a disgust and comfort. If anyone ever calls him Dairou he gets insanely mad, remembering his life in Seido in the lowest caste and all the dictatorship over his life. Yet when his partner calls him his name... its almost like a comforting blanket he's never felt being wrapped around him. He doesn't have to be Havik, Cleric of chaos and symbol of anarchy. He can let himself relax for a moment, his worries can drift away for another day. With his partner... he can just be Dairou.

Surprisingly he is a good cook. Now his method of cooking may be a bit... unorthodox. You don't really know what he's cooking with. Or how he even got it in the first place. But give him some meat, herbs and spices and a fire. He'll be able to roast up a good tasting meal.

Has issues with monogamy. Not being faithful part but more the idea of having fidelity forced onto him? He doesn't like the idea of rules or societal norms re-shackling him after he's gained his freedom. If his partner is fine with polyamory or having an open relationship, great. If his partner isn't comfortable, communicating it as a personal preference and comfort level would gain more an understanding reaction from him rather than telling him he needs too.

Man's comfortable as hell in his relationship and partner. Would never tell his partner what they can or can't do or wear cause fuck that shit. You wanna go to a club wearing a sexy ass outfit and show yourself off? He's your hype man. Go out nude, he'd support it.

Will kill a man if someone messed with his partner.

Has killed a man for messing with his partner.

Has a habit of mutilating himself at the most random of times. Almost like the habit of cracking one's knuckles he starts to feel stiff and really uncomfortable if he hasn't snapped or torn a part of his body for a while.

His partner will have to force this man to put on a shirt if they are going out in Earthrealm. He doesn't understand the social norms of Earthrealm and frankly... he doesn't give a shit to learn. He'll eventually put on a shirt if his partner insists for their own comfort

Has tried to fight police officers, many times.

Getting this man to properly bath himself is a hassle on its own. He grew up in a way where bathing was a luxury few could afford so self care isn't something he's well versed or keen on. If his partner insists that they'd join him in the bath or shower then eventually they'll be able to pull his grimy ass into the water. Once he is in the water however, good luck getting him back out.

Lil NSFW~ Any marks his partner makes on his body during night time fun will always be saved on his body. He'll never fully heal them up, scars are like a badge on honor to this man. Now he gets to walk around with more scars and scars that his partner placed on his body from how well he was fucking their brains out.

[lvmimis]

cw: fem!reader. minors dni. part of enemies to lovers au. reader is leads spokesperson for and president of an organization that calls for hero society reform. a/n: i'll probably be releasing a few parts to this and this is actually a follow-up with permission to an idea work-shopped with a lovely friend. first part here.

Your first night together doesn’t end up being hasty, heated and heavy in the stall of an overly luxurious convention center bathroom, but in a similarly over-the-top hotel room, the type that swears it’s not a love hotel but doesn’t separate the shower and the bedroom and has too many towels, and even more places to rest your body when you fuck nasty for hours. 

And Deku takes complete advantage of that. By the time the night is over and you’ve regained your senses, your core and everything below feels like jelly and your heart pounds in your chest, but over time, growing up with the unforgiving camera and the sting of negative online opinion, your poker face is immaculate. You’d hoped that Izuku was the type to fuck and fall asleep immediately, but he’s still awake, staring at the ceiling with a smug smile on his face, and you feel as though you should gloat somehow, just to knock him down a peg, but you know your voice will come out raspy and breathless.

He’s doing something with his hands, and you’re not sure what. Fidgeting. This is the time that either of you should leave the bed and go get a smoke, but neither of you smoke, and neither of you really want to leave this bed. You turn and pretend there’s something important for you to check on your phone; when you shift, you see that he’s rested on his side now, watching you with an amused expression on his face, waiting for you to speak, his head propped up by his elbow. The way his skin glows with a thin layer of sweat, and soft red underlies the smattering of freckles on his face, makes your stomach turn again. You see too much of him for the first time tonight, all broad muscles and scars and smiles, careful, gentle hands and wanting mouth. You know that you hate him, hate everything he represents, but it’s hard to quantify that when you’re still damp between the legs.

You have to regain power somehow, you tell yourself. 

“What are you looking at?” you ask. Immature and snarky, you tell yourself, but it doesn’t matter. He smiles. 

“You.”

You scoff but his grin is steadfast. It annoys you. You look at your phone again as if someone could have possibly sent a pressing email at 3 am in the morning. He’s still watching you carefully and you feel analyzed from your toes to your nose.

“You’re not the best I’ve ever had, but I have to give it to you, the pro hero body is at least good for something.” You reply.

He blinks, and you hope he takes offense, but instead an arm pulls you closer. He breathes deep and part of his exhale tickles your face. Your body tenses and you suppress a whimper.

“I still have time.”

Your head spins for a moment but you think quickly. Pulling back just a slight bit - he lets you, easily - you steel yourself again. Perhaps you should leave, even if it’s late, although there’s nothing you want more than to be rendered breathless again. 

“I think that’s enough,” you reply. Your pulse stabilizes, and you resume your mask of stubborness. “Momentary lapse of judgment, not saying I regret it though.”

With that you make your way out of bed, suppressing the urge to wrap your body in blankets so he can’t ogle you anymore, trying not to look at his perfect body bare and lose the resolve to walk confidently out of the front door. 

He sits up, crossing his legs and arms over his chest. A quiet moment passes as your footsteps pad towards the bathroom sink. The water turns on, and then he speaks again.

“You sprayed perfume on your ankles.”

You turn, confused, spotting him again, his gaze dark from your vantage point. He runs his hands through tousled curls and you remember why so many horny netizens bomb your social media, any time you mention the Symbol of Peace in an interview.

“Your point?”

“Your lingerie is expensive and the set matches,” he adds, eyeing remnants of lace strewn on the ground. You follow his gaze, your cheeks burning. 

“Maybe I enjoy the finer things in life?” you reply, lower lip wobbling and you bite your lip quickly, embarrassed. His eyes narrow and his lips curl into a smile. Devilish, unlike anything you’ve seen on television before. Before he says the next thing, you can tell he’s already pinned you again in this quick battle of words.

“Like me.”

Checkmate.

You can’t think quickly enough, instead retreating to turn on the shower, hoping it’s as loud as possible. Drowning him out, drowning yourself out, drowning this moment out of existence.

It won’t happen again.

[rotten--sunflowers]

Something sweet, a peach tree

Affogato x Peach Blossom Cookie

"An Intruder"

★

This journey felt like it's never going to end. He was exhausted. Affogato knew hard work, yet he swears he hadn't felt so weak in ages. 

Out of breath

So out of breath 

And that smell in the air- it was suffocating. So unbearably sweet, like it wrapped itself around his neck and tightened mercilessly. The man collapsed with his next step, falling onto his knees. Grass under his palms, despite being as soft as cotton, felt so numb now. His head was spinning and vision was getting blurry, like all his senses got suddenly muted.

"Am I dying?"

He asked himself, a drop of sweat running down his face. No. He can't. Not like that, he's not gonna give up so easily. He needs revenge, he NEEDS to get back the life he worked so hard for. 

Yet he was so tired.

So...

...so...

...tired.

A man, once known as royal advisor of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, forgot how it feels to be that small again. He felt sick. What was the last time he had actual food in his mouth? When was the last time he let himself rest? Driven by spite, Affogato completely forgot to take care of his basic needs, all that was in his mind for the past week was poisonous spite. He had a plan that seemed simple: find Avory Pagoda temple, get that wish granted and get your comfortable life back. Was the luxury of a tasty meal and comfortable bed too much to ask for? It felt dehumanising, that burning anger and yearning for what he just lost due to his own greed. Because there could always be more, there's always the higher spot, more power. Now he was a sewer rat again, just like how he started. Despite all the efforts to stand up, before he could realise his head hit the grassy ground. That's when it got to him, he can't keep going for now. Burning hatred is not enough to make one survive. Gentle breeze caressed the leaves of a crooked peach tree, with a pleasant whistle this divine melody got carried further away by the wind, to spread the word of such utopian landscape. So peaceful... And the grass felt much nicer than the frozen grounds of where he came from. The man had shifted to lay on his back for a second, his ears were ringing and eyelids felt heavy. It was getting hard to breathe for some reason, maybe it's the mountain air being thinner. With an exhale Affogato could feel his whole body hurt. Yet, it's the first time in ages he felt...calm. 

He closed his eyes as bright, burning light hit his face with brute strength. 

"I'll get up in a second" 

★

The sun just reached its peak, covering the landscape with a lovely golden glaze. Peach Blossom made his way across the alleys of this heavenly garden carrying a small basket full of herbs and fresh fruit. These daily walks, as a keeper of this place, were his duty. He did so for thousands of years now, yet it never got tiring or grey. How could you get bored with the divine beauty of nature itself? Flowers always bloom beautifully, just like every sunset feels magical. Some things just never get old. Humming a melody, the gardener continued his walk, sun gently caressing his paper pale skin.

"The peaches are finally ripe" he thought to himself as he laid his eyes upon a fruit tree on a small hill. He always loved the sight from this certain spot. As amazing the Ivory Pagoda garden is as a whole - this isolated, wonky yet mighty tree was his favourite place. He just loved to sit there and enjoy the sweet smell of oak and peaches. Still, the peaceful scenery got disturbed by a certain sight. Someone laid there. A hint of curiosity sparked up in Peach Blossoms head, was it another traveler seeking enlightenment? He furrowed his eyebrows and slowly made his way to the borderline unconscious stranger. The gardener put his basket down, approaching the other person. He crouched down taking a better look at them. The Intruder's clothing was very elegant, however the person overall looked…rough, to say at least. The patterns on their cloth suggested they came from the land of Dark Cacao while the whole outfit made it clear: the mysterious person had an important role amongst the royalty. 

– Hello? 

He tried to get a reaction out of the outlander, Peach Blossom checked if they're still breathing. 

Suddenly, stranger’s eyes snapped open making the gardener flinch a bit.

Affogato tried to sit up as fast as he could, yet the exhaustion barely let him get his head up from the grass. He clenched his teeth letting out a grunt of resignation.

– are you hurt?

A delicate voice rang in Affogato's ears like tiny bells, his eyes finally focused on the silhouette of a person crouching down right next to him. There was something very weird about this…pink creature. Pointy ears, unnaturally big pupils, how pale it was. Affogato, a bit stunned, didn't know what to say. Even if he did know how to respond, he wouldn't be able to do so right now.

– You look tired, friend. – said the gardener, there was a strange aura to his presence, almost inhuman. Like he's a ghost or an angel. – Here, let me help you 

Peach Blossom reached his hand out to the beat up traveler. At first, met with a distrustful glance, the guardian of Ivory Pagoda garden suddenly felt a touch of cold, skinny hand on his own palm. He helped the other man sit up. 

– What brought your unfortunate soul here? – He spoke to the outlander again.

Affogato had finally come to his senses, he looked at the mysterious person trying to focus his eyes on him and smiled. It was that hypnotizing smile he always used to get what he wanted. Unfortunately for him, Peach Blossom did not buy it. He existed for too long to fall for fake politeness. 

– I'm fine, thank you good sir. Can you please tell me how to get to Mystic Flour’s temple? See, I traveled a long way to get here.

– I see. – the gardener nodded slowly – Why do you seek The Master of Ivory Pagoda, If I may ask? 

– Oh, just for the exact same reason everyone seeks Her – he smiled yet again, there was a certain fire in his eyes, poison. – I need a tiny favour. A small wish granted.

Peach Blossom just nodded, a corner of his lips formed a small smirk on his face. Then he laughed. He just couldn't stop himself. Affogato furrowed his eyebrows.

– Did I say something funny? – he asked, never dropping the courteous tone. After all, how else could he get the precious information he digs for? 

– Oh not at all, you’re just… how do I word it, a bit too late. Mystic Flour has changed a lot. – his words were met with a confused look from the traveller. 

– What do you mean?  

– She’ll turn you into flour, silly. The very moment she discovers why are you here. – Peach Blossom pat Affogatos arm. His guest seemed a bit disturbed by the thought of getting killed on sight. 

– Hm… are you sure she can’t be reasoned with? What if it's a simple request? Or a very noble one? – he tilted his head.

– Oh no, definitely not. Besides… I doubt you’d get far like that – He obviously referred to the other man's physical state – when was the last time you ate anything?

Affogato stopped smiling and looked away. That man threw him off guard with this question. 

– You know, I've been busy with all the traveling and…stuff

– Sure – He smiled and stood up – You know, you’re quite lucky today. These trees give fruit only once in a thousand years, and those peaches are one of the last ones.

Peach Blossom walked up to the peach tree and reached for one of the fruits, picking it gently from a branch. 

– What's your name, traveller? – the gardener turned to his converser. 

He was hesitant at first, his name could ring a bell. After all, Peach Blossom doesn't seem human, he might know more than Affogato could think he knows. But at the same time, if he KNEW him, he wouldn't be so nice…right? 

– Affogato – he finally said – pleasure to meet you, stranger – he smiled

– That's a unique name. Sounds…grand – the gardener glanced at him with a smile and took a seat next to his new companion. – Do you want a peach? Legend says one bite might reveal you the road to enlightenment.

Normally he'd think more carefully if to take it or not, but he was starving. Affogato didn't have to be asked twice, he answered with a thankful nod and took the fruit from this mysterious figure. Right after he dug his teeth into the soft flesh of a fruit, a sweet sensation filled his mouth and throat. He had never had a peach before, its taste was strange to experience. Yes, he had sweetened coffee and jelly back home but that fruity flavour felt so different, almost exotic. Certain clarity hit him, he just noticed how mesmerizingly gorgeous his surroundings were, the miles of peach trees just resting on the sides of mountains like sheep, peacefully spending their eternity on grassy fields.

– it's so beautiful here. So peaceful… It feels like heaven, almost. – these words escaped Affogato's mouth like it was a curse, he didn't know why he said that. 

– I know. And it's that gorgeous every time. – the gardener nodded. 

After a moment of silence the outlander realised something. If Mystic Flour really is like that, was it worth it traveling that far? Did he just come here to achieve nothing? He took another bite of the peach, sitting in comfortable silence with a ghostlike stranger. 

– What's your name, kind sir? – he looked at the pale gardener, sprinkling some sugar on the question. Just to make sure he'll get on his good side.

– Peach Blossom – he answered, lost in the thought as he stared into the distance. – tell me, why are you really here?

That question made Affogato go silent for a moment, he took a shallow inhale before taking another bite.

– revenge – an answer short and simple, yet with an ominous aura.

– is that so? – gardener titled his head – who could wrong you so badly you decided to seek out help in wish-granting goddess? – there was a hint of mockery in those words. Affogato did not like that, but that was a great question. He knew the only reason he had to run away is because he willingly betrayed the king. He was the one who wronged someone and had no balls to answer the consequences. He was angry with himself, but directed this rage on Dark Cacao and his god-forsaken frozen wasteland of a kingdom. 

– I have my reasons – he looked at the fruit he was eating, the smell in the air felt stronger for some reason. Unbearable. 

– How exactly do you plan on doing it though? I'm warning you, the god you seek help in is not a person to be reasoned with. – his tone became more serious. Affogato stopped talking for a moment. 

– What was it all for then? That journey. – he felt helpless, his last chance at a comfortable life just crumbled to dust. He can't come back to the kingdom, he's a traitor now. Starting a new life in a different place would be really hard, since he basically got left with nothing. Joining Dark Enchantress Cookie’s side would be his last option, but does he really want to go that low? There wouldn't be a chance to turn back from that. 

– Everything has a purpose, maybe you just don’t know it yet. 

– Maybe – Affogato took the last bite of his meal and tried to stand up – thank you for the peach, i'll have to keep going now 

He visibly struggled to stand straight, once an influential and powerful figure now looked just pathetic. 

– Do you think it's a good idea? You can barely walk, Affogato. It's a long way out of here and even longer way to the temple – He pointed out. Peach Blossom stood up, once again giving the other man a hand to support his stance. 

– What else could I do? I'll make it somehow – he finally dropped the act. Affogato sounded tired. Not only physically, which was obvious, but in general. He looked at the gardener, sudden bitterness in his stare was almost impossible to ignore. Right after that, spirits gaze softened. 

– I assume you don't have anywhere to stay – His question was met with a nod, what's the use in pretending right now? – Right… 

A moment of silence pierced the air, it was so short but oh, so jarring. 

– You could stay with me until you recover. If you’re comfortable with that of course. – He proposed, Affogato's eyes widened a bit. That was a really generous proposition, almost suspicious. 

– what's the catch in this? 

– None – He snorted – It's good you are careful, though I assure you it's a part of my job. To lead people who come here to find their way. Help them with their journeys, find peace or purpose. They come and go, you wouldn't be the first to stay a night or two in my hoot.  

Affogato thought about it, Peach Blossom had a point. If he tried to go now he'd most likely collapse on his way, it would be pathetic to just die in a ditch in the middle of nowhere. He exhaled, with a hint of resignation he just… agreed. That sounded like the best option. He'll take the risk and make his way out of this in the worst case scenario.

– Fine. Lead the way 

 ★

Peach Blossoms place was small, yet so cozy. Wooden walls decorated with all sorts of ceramic plates and postcards, along with floral themed paper cutouts. The hoot felt like a place taken out straight from a fairytale, scented candles and small, yellow lights hanging from the ceiling reminded him of fireflies. Magical,that's the best world to describe the atmosphere of this house.

– Would you like some tea? – gardener's voice had snapped him back to reality.

– yes please, thank you.

The sun was slowly setting as these two were sitting at the wooden table, trying to get to know eachother better. The taste of white tea and sun painting the room with warm orange tint made Affogato drop his guard for once, he felt tranquil. Like when you visit your grandma on a sunny day and you just finished supper. A genuine smile creeped up his face, this was nice. So nice in fact for a moment he let go of his anger, bitterness about losing his life of luxury. The tea was pleasantly warm, and the unbearable scent of peach trees stopped bothering him. 

Peach Blossom noticed that smile immediately, it was always heartwarming to see people cherish simple experiences. He couldn't help but smile too, that grin was just contagious. 

– You know, I worry now that I might be dreaming – said Affogato, taking a sip of his tea – there's something…unreal about this place. Peach Blossom nodded

– You're technically not wrong. Well, your body is not in the physical world, I can assure you you're fully here. – he rested his head on his hand, stirring his tea with a silver spoon 

– Is this afterlife? – he asked with hint of curiosity 

– Kind of. Not exactly, if that was afterlife it would imply you're dead. – he pointed the spoon at his guest – It's hard to describe, I'd say it's a ghost realm. Sacrum part of Ivory Pagora. 

– Mhm…– he stared into his tea cup, seeing his own reflection for the first time in weeks. Damn he looked like a wet dog – there is a way back from here though, right?

– correct – he took a sip of his drink – as I said earlier, people come and go. You can come back to Beast Yeast if you take the right path.

Comfortable silence filled the room, Affogato seemed to get lost in thought again, he was looking out the window. 

– something on your mind, friend? 

– I'm wondering what to do now – he answered – there's… not much waiting for me back in the physical world. 

– There's a place for everyone in this universe. – Affogato looked at him, their eyes met for the first time. It was hard to ignore how unusual Peach Blossom's eyes… well, more like an eye, looked. His other eye was covered by peach tree flowers, it looked like they grew out of his other eye socket. The longer you looked at him the less human he seemed. 

– You're kind, however you don't know me. – he finally answered, he knew what he did down there was wicked and unforgivable, yet he still felt like a victim of it for some reason. 

– Humans are not evil by nature, Affogato. – he took his hand and continued – You've lost your way but you're not doomed.

Peach Blossom's hand felt warm, the outlander felt an ache in his heart, he wished to believe it but he simply couldn't. He brought this upon himself afterall. He stayed silent for a moment. 

– You're full of hope – his tired eyes scanned another man's face again, then he smiled – it might kill you one day. Be careful ~

– I existed long enough to know whom to trust – he laughed and let go of his hand

– Yet, you're still trying to save me.

– I don't make mistakes.

– You don't? How curious.

Peach Blossom couldn't help but laugh again

– Hey, don't teach me how to do my job! – he stood up from the table and looked out of the window.

There was almost no trace of sunlight anymore, the orange gradient slowly fading away to reveal a pitch black sky decorated with millions of stars. Lack of light pollution made the view just brilliant. Night sky always made Peach Blossom feel small, in a comforting way. He soon was joined by Affogato, his eyes widened a bit on how well he could see the stars from here. They stood like this in silence, feeling small as ever. 

– I can't remember when was the last time I saw so many stars… – he whispered, the air was refreshingly cool and the sound of crickets could be heard from the outside.

– Beautiful, isn't it? – he sent his guest a warm look – it's a bit late. Come, I'll show you the guest room.

★

first chapter of my f@ggot ass cookie run fanfiction, i am also posting it on AO3 if anyones interested ill drop the link here

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[itjazzbicch]

Good Things Come To Those Who Wait

Pairing:  Lee Chaolan x Fem Reader 

First time writing for Lee, so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Having a crush on Kazuya, his adopted brother, Lee, has always teased the reader for this little crush, but he secretly has a desire and knows that Kazuya isn't the one for the reader...

Requested by: @ambootyos (I hope you enjoy it!)

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Some swearing, foreplay, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it!), pet names (rose, love, baby)

Word Count: 1.8k 

"Talk about a great fight, Kaz!" There was one thing no one could deny about Kazuya: that he was a great fighter; teasing and winking at him, "If we cross paths in the tournament, take it easy on me, huh?"

Knowing Kazuya since our school days, he was interesting, to say the least, only smirking at me as he continued his way, flaring his nostrils with a:

"Hmph."

Sometimes, he made me feel so defeated. What did I need to do to get his attention?

"Failed again, huh? You are determined. I'll give you that."

Hearing giggles behind me, I knew it was Lee, who constantly teased me about my little crush on Kazuya since he puzzled the pieces together.

"Don't look so upset, my rose," He chuckled, coming up to wrap an arm around me, teasing yet again, "It's his loss, you know?"

"What do you know, Lee?" Rolling my eyes and crossing my arms, he gained my attention for once with his whisper:

"I know that I hate seeing a lovely woman such as yourself, trying to catch a fish that keeps swimming away from you."

Thinking about how long I tried to connect with Kazuya, he told no lies, but I hated admitting that he was right, unsure of what I was feeling as his words cascaded over me with immense charisma:

"He truly doesn't know what he's missing. If I were Kaz, I would treat you like the queen you are, dear Y/N."

"If you were Kaz, huh?" I giggled, trying to tease him as our gazes met, "Sounds like I'm not the only one with a crush."

"Except I'm not afraid to be a little more direct," He had a charm that couldn't be ignored, my blood rushing at the sexiness in his tone, "If I were him, you would've been my girl a long, long time ago."

"But you're not him," Being direct myself, I was testing to see how straightforward he could be, urging him, "So, are you just leading me on, or are you going to make a move, Lee?"

"I'd never toy with your heart. When I make a move," Smirking and kissing my cheek, I heated up, trying to hide my fluster as he winked, "I go straight for it."

I was quiet, but breathing quickly and heavily, nearly casted into a spell as his eyes glimmered past his platinum hair, offering to me:

"So, what do you say? Keep chasing that boy who doesn't want you or be treated by a man?"

"You talk a big game," I couldn't stop staring at his glistening lips, so many thoughts of him invading my mind. There was no denying that Lee and I had a connection, unlike me and Kazuya, and even though he would tease me sometimes, he knew me better too.

"And I can back it up, baby," Grinning brighter, his hand was so soft against my cheek, making his big move as our lips met, and it felt like fireworks were popping off in my head.

He knew how to be tender and make me want more, chuckling at how I gasped when our lips parted briefly, adding a dart of his tongue before he picked his head up to look me in the eyes:

"So, you still want Kaz now?"

"You cocky little shit," Needing a deep breath and looking around, we were alone in the hall, so I grabbed his hand, ready to lead him to my locker room, and warned, "This is your one chance. You better make the best of it."

"Oh, I will," He smirked confidently, switching our direction and guiding me, "Just follow me, my rose."

Following him to his locker room instead, I couldn't believe how extravagant it was, but then again, it was Lee, after all. He didn't settle for anything that wasn't luxurious. Not like any of it mattered, our feet on the gas pedal once the door shut.

When he wrapped his arms around me, the pent-up emotions deep within began to rise, and the thought never crossed my mind till tonight, but gosh, I couldn't stop kissing him, swimming in those silver blue eyes until I noticed that we were in what was like a bedroom.

"You have a whole bed in here?"

"Yes. Resting is important after combat, you know that," Gently placing me back on the bed, his fingertips started toying with the fabric of my shirt, cocking his eyebrow at me for reassurance, "Now, let's focus on something a little more important?"

"If you can handle all this," I winked, stripping down to my panties with his help, burning up from his hands all over me.

"My god, are you beautiful," He whispered, kissing my neck and working his way down while unclasping my bra, squeezing my breasts while placing soft kisses all over them, licking and sucking my nipple while rubbing the other.

The bliss took over me so quickly that I couldn't hold back all the instincts to moan and squirm, naturally grinding upward and feeling how hard he was.

"See how good it is," He murmured between kisses, leading down my stomach, taking my panties and spreading my legs wide, placing deep kisses along my inner thighs, "To be treated by someone who truly thinks you're beautiful?"

Holding a deep gaze, my head started to fall back, his tongue swirling against my entrance, licking up every drop of my slick before getting more out of me with the way his tongue flicked at my clit, sucking as I whined:

"That's so good!"

"And delicious," He hummed, sending vibrations clear up to my head, rubbing up my sides and up to my breasts, kneading and tweaking my nipples, eating me up like he'd never get the chance again.

"L-Lee," My thighs started to squeeze his head, trapping him in place, and even while buried between my legs, I could tell he was smiling, hands latching to my hips as my mind started reeling, trying to pry my thighs apart for the air, till he pushed them back into place.

"I'm doing just fine," Flicking his tongue rapidly against my clit, I let my thighs suffocate him again, unraveling as he murmured, "Go ahead and cum, baby. All I need is this to make that happen."

My vision was blurring, but I saw how he taunted me with his tongue before going back to licking me up, switching between suckingly kisses before sucking my clit again. It was so hard to breathe, letting my orgasm take me away, my walls clenching around nothing, jaw hanging, and my moans cutting in and out from how mind blown I was, never feeling such a euphoric bliss as I did then:

"Fucccck, Lee!"

"You taste sooo good," Licking up my slick, he was proud to see me so out of it but eased the intense high, rubbing my sides and stomach softly, gently teasing when I finally opened my eyes to find him, "All done, already?"

"I don't think so," Gazing down to his cock fighting against his leather pants, he knew that I wanted it, starting by stripping out of his shirt:

"Anything you want, rose."

I started to feel that outworld-ish feeling, like I was in a dream as he was stripping. How did I never pay attention to how HOT he was? I was so out of it; I didn't realize how I was reaching for him to come closer.

"Touch me. I know you want to," Taking my hand and placing it on his chest, I took in every detail: the softness of his skin, how tone and defined his abs were, going further and further down, "Touch me like you touch nobody, baby."

"Shit-" His cock was so warm and hard in my hand, pumping softly to feel his length and girth, only letting go to enjoy the pleasure of the pink skin meeting between my legs, running his shaft through my folds, both of us moaning:

"Feels so good, already."

"C'mon, Lee," I pouted, wanting him inside me that instant, kissing his thumb as he placed it on my plump lower lip, his tip circling my entrance.

"I can't just ravish you like some beast," He chuckled, coming down to meet me and take in every facial expression I made as he inched his cock into me, walls clenching around his girth instantly. It made the friction so strong, his nibble on my ear sending my nerves wild, "I want to enjoy you, love."

Sharing moans as he began to thrust, I wrapped my arms around his neck, tongues dancing, biting his lip when our hips met, and his cock filled me deep, rocking together and growing the nerve to ask:

"Tell me something, Lee."

"Yes?" Pausing for a moment, I finally asked what I wanted to ask from the moment he first teased me about having a crush:

"How long have you wanted me?"

"A long time," Kissing me harder, he spread my legs a little more, a thrust that flung me upward, making my lips pop free from his and moaning nothing but his name, "But good things come to those who wait."

Since he couldn't kiss with the way I was moaning, he showered every inch of skin he could reach with kisses, raising my leg to push deeper, and I was gripping onto him hard, strong heat coiling in my stomach.

"Yeahh!" I was so full of lust and desire, the part of my mind that held all the truths broke open, praising him, "I'll never want that fool again!"

Referring to Kazuya as a fool boosted his confidence even more, forehead to forehead, as his tip brushed past my sweet spot, having my hand running through his hair and holding tight.

"You have no idea how nice that is to hear," Panting softly, the grin on his face audible, instinctively knowing to open my eyes to find him, "You know I am so much better than him."

"You are, baby!" I wasn't lying; solely focused on him and calling him baby made something take over him, kissing with our tongues till we couldn't breathe, sweat across our temples when we felt the grip I had around his cock, his back tensing at every pulse that waved through my walls, hips arching off the bed as I squelched around him.

"Babyyy-" Thrusting slower and slower, he was shaking and groaning softly, still tensing from the aftershock of my orgasm, watching as he was debating in his mind, not wanting to let the excellent feeling go just yet, "Gosh, the things you do to me, Y/N."

"I'll have to treat you to something nice after this," My chest was heaving as he stopped himself and fought off stronger temptations, head laid between my breast, smiling as I slicked his hair back, kissing his forehead.

"You sweet thing," Picking himself up and leaving me hollow, we both knew this wouldn't be the last time, him being the sweet thing as he kissed my forehead back, "I'll go run us a shower." 

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24. Joyful Reunion : JJK Sukuna x OC

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Title: Cursed To Love You  (Sukuna x OC fanfiction) Author: Peonnywise Summary: A cursed pendant transports Pyonie back in time to the Heian period. What happens when the King of Curses falls in love with a pure-hearted lady from the modern day era? A tale of lüst turned to love that transcended time and space.  ***

Chapter 24. Joyful Reunion

As Pyonie stepped into the hospital room, a sense of unease washed over her. She placed the fruits she had brought on the bedside table, keeping a careful distance from Takeru's bed.

Suddenly, Takeru's eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto hers. "Pyonie..."

Still hesitating to step forward, her voice trembling as she spoke. "T-Takeru-san, I... I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

But then, Takeru's face twisted into a familiar grin, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Don't be scared," he said, his voice taking on a different timbre. "It's me, Sukuna."

Pyonie's eyes widened in shock. "Why are you in Takeru-san's body?" she gasped.

Sukuna chuckled, the sound low and rich. "It seems I have some explaining to do," he said, his gaze never leaving hers. 

He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. "This kid Takeru, he liked you a lot, Pyonie. He'll do whatever it takes to make you love him," he said, his tone turning almost reverent. "He's just like me."

Pyonie's heart clenched at his words, a wave of guilt washing over her. "How can you tell?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sukuna's grin widened, a hint of pride in his eyes. "I can see his past memories. I can access his knowledge and feelings. I even knew you slapped him before he got hit by that truck," he said, his tone matter-of-fact.

Pyonie's face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes darting away as her fingers fidgeted nervously. "I... I didn't mean to—" she mumbled, her voice trailing off. "I... I don't want him to get hurt. But I feel so bad. It's all my fault."

Sukuna's expression softened, his gaze filled with understanding. "These things were bound to happen, Pyonie. And you have nothing to do with it. It's all my doing. I'll take full responsibility," he said, his voice firm and reassuring.

"But how did this happen? Why are you in his body?" she asked eyes filled with curiosity and concern.

Sukuna's eyes narrowed, a hint of confusion crossing his features. "It could be the pendant's power. It sealed our fates together the moment you wore it," he said, his tone thoughtful. "It seems Takeru is bound to be my next reincarnation. It's uncanny how much we're alike, though he's had the luxury of people who cared for him—something I never had. I believe the pendant has a role in retaining my memories as Ryomen Sukuna."

Unable to contain herself any longer, Pyonie rushed forward, throwing her arms around Sukuna. "I love you,  Sukuna," she whispered, her voice muffled against his chest. "I knew it the moment I saw you in Shibuya that my feelings were true. I felt a spark in my heart when I realized you were real and not just a dream... Please don't leave me again."

Sukuna's body tensed beneath her touch, his arms wrapping around her waist in a tight embrace. "It's seems death cannot even separate us." he breathed, his voice rough with emotion. "I swear, I'll never leave you again. Not in this life, or the next."

Pyonie pulled back slightly, her tear-stained face inches from his own. "Can I just call you Ryo-kun?" she asked, her voice soft and hesitant. "I don't feel calling you by someone else's name. Ryo-kun... just like Ryomen Sukuna."

Sukuna's lips curved into a small smile, his eyes softening as he gazed down at her. "Of course," he murmured. "But only you can call me that."

Her heart swelled with emotion, a small smile breaking through her tears, "Thank you, Ryo-kun."

Sukuna's eyes widened, a hint of realization crossing his features. "So this means you've accepted my love." he asked, his voice hopeful.

Pyonie nodded, her heart swelled with emotion and her love for him overwhelming in its intensity. "Takeru's Uncle Hyou thinks I'm his nephew's girlfriend," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "We can just go along with that. But let's keep everything secret for now."

Sukuna's expression turned serious, his gaze intense. "I have to tell you something more," he said, his voice low and urgent. "About the pendant."

Before he could continue, the door to the hospital room burst open, a nurse entering with a clipboard in hand. "Visiting hours are almost over," she said gently, her gaze flickering between Pyonie and Sukuna. "I'll need to do Takeru-san's checks now."

Pyonie reluctantly pulled away from Sukuna, her heart heavy with the knowledge that she had to leave. "I think I need to go now," she whispered, her voice tinged with sadness.

Pyonie stepped back and quickly scribbled her number and email on a piece of paper, pressing it into Sukuna's hand. "You say you have Takeru's knowledge and memories," she whispered, her voice urgent. "Then you can contact me here. Bye, Ryo-kun!"

With that, she squeezed his hand one last time and turned to leave. As she stepped out into the hallway, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for what the future held. *** Hours passed and Pyonie's phone buzzed, startling her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Uncle Hyou's name flash across the display. With trembling fingers, she answered the call.

"Hello?" she said, her voice soft and uncertain.

"Pyonie-san, it's Uncle Hyou," came the familiar voice on the other end of the line. "I have some news about Ren."

Pyonie's heart raced, her grip on the phone tightening. "Yes, Uncle Hyou? How is he?"

There was a pause, and then Uncle Hyou's voice came through, filled with wonder and disbelief. "The doctors and nurses are astounded. Ren's body has healed completely, despite the severity of his injuries. Broken bones, damaged organs... it's as if none of it ever happened."

Pyonie's breath caught in her throat, a mix of relief washing over her. "That's... that's incredible," she whispered.

"It is indeed," Uncle Hyou agreed. "The doctors say he's ready to go back to school tomorrow. They can't explain it. It's nothing short of a miracle."

Pyonie nodded, even though Uncle Hyou couldn't see her. "I'm so glad he's okay," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

There was a pause, and then Uncle Hyou's voice took on a thoughtful tone. "You know, Pyonie-san, I've noticed a change in Ren lately. He's become more mature, more responsible. Thank you for taking care of him."

Pyonie's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and pride washing over her. "I... I don't know what to say, Uncle Hyou. I'm just happy to help however I can."

Uncle Hyou chuckled softly. "Well, whatever you're doing, keep it up."

Pyonie's heart swelled with warmth at Uncle Hyou's words. "I will, Uncle Hyou. I promise."

With a deep breath, Pyonie steeled herself for whatever was to come. Tomorrow, she would see him again, and she knew that their relationship was about to enter a whole new chapter.

To be continued...

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— 𝐂𝐀𝐌! 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

➺ PAIRING | gyutaro shabana x fem!reader.

➺ CONTENT WARNING | modern setting, gyutaro is human, camgirl reader, sex work, mention of sex, oral (male receiving - not from reader), masturbation. wc: 3k

➺ NOTE | this chapter was supposed to be much longer, but I sadly had to split it in two parts. I'm not satisfied with it at all but what's new lol 🧚🏻‍♀️ not proofread (if I read it again i might gauge my eyes out) i'll update AO3 tomorrow :3

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 3

He’s fucked. Absolutely, utterly fucked. He’s read the mail approximately fifty times already, blinking many, many times just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

His stomach twists and he has to swallow back the nauseous feeling in his throat. Damn it. What the hell was he thinking? He doesn’t have money to throw around like this. That damn donation had been impulsive, a split-second decision fueled by the rush of pleasure he felt on the moment.

Now it’s hitting him. Hard. His bank account is already bleeding dry, his sister depends on him and he’s been stretching their groceries for days already.

Gyutaro runs a hand through his hair and swears under his breath, tugging at the roots.

Maybe it’s not too late. He can always message the site and plead for a refund… right? Surely they can do something about it? His leg bounces anxiously as he stares at the screen, trying to figure things out.

“Onii-chan!”

He slams the laptop shut, startled.

Within the next seconds Ume is storming into his room and throwing herself at him, her arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders.

“Hey, get off me.” he tries to wriggle out of her tight embrace, though not putting much effort into it. His voice holds a note of exasperation as he turns to look at her, her arms still firmly wrapped around his neck. “what's that for?”

“I may or may not have a favor to ask…” Ume drags out.

Gyutaro rolls his eyes, though there's no actual irritation behind the gesture.

“I’m going out with my friends tonight and, well, you know, I can't exactly go out without any money. You promised I could have a little extra cash this month.” Ume announces, her voice soft and innocent, as if the right tone might do the trick. Gyutaro groans, scratching the back of his neck and looking at his lap nervously.

Great. That's exactly what he needs right now. But she’s right—he did promise her extra cash this month. Cash he just blew on some camgirl he’s gotten far too obsessed with.

His cheeks flush in embarrassment, and he tries to keep his tone neutral so as to not let it show.

“...You know we're tight on money, Ume.”

“I know, but I haven’t been out in weeks!” she unwraps her arms from him, moving to sit on his desk instead, her legs dangling off the edge. Gyutaro's heart drops at how close she is to the laptop, afraid that she might grab it and come face to face with the mail. His fingers begin to subconsciously scratch his arm as a distraction.

“I…listen, I get that,” he says, his voice strained and apologetic. “But we really can’t afford any extras right now. We’re barely covering the basics. I’m sorry, Ume.”

“But please?” she interrupts, her eyes widening in that innocent way that always makes it hard for him to refuse. “Just this once? I swear I’ll pay you back as soon as I can! Come on, please!” she interjects, her voice suddenly sharper. “I’m not asking for much! Just enough for a night out with my friends. You act like I’m asking for the world or something.”

He hates saying no to her.

He always does his best to give her everything she needs, even if it means stretching himself thin—taking on extra shifts, sacrificing sleep, and pushing through exhaustion. It’s been this way for as long as he can remember and he's fine with it, as long as it keeps Ume happy. But this time, he can’t give himself the luxury to give in, not when he’s already made a mistake that’s left them $250 deeper in the hole.

“Besides, didn't you get paid this week?” she continues.

He swallows hard, scrambling for an explanation that sounds believable.

“Yeah, I did.” His scratching comes to a halt, his hands balling into fists instead so he doesn’t give into the itch. “But I had to cover some things first. You know…bills… insurance, n’stuff. It all adds up quickly,” he says, hoping the vague answer will be enough to satisfy her. “There just wasn’t much left over this time.”

Ume sighs, muttering a dismissive 'whatever’ as she hops off the desk. Gyutaro’s guilt only intensifies when she dramatically rolls her eyes, but he knows she’ll get over it.

Right?

Fucking hell.

“Ume, wait.”

Ume pokes her head back into the room, her face twisted in a small, disappointed frown as she watches him reach into his pocket. Gyutaro pulls out a crumpled twenty-dollar bill from his wallet and hands it to her.

"That's all I’ve got right now. I’m sorry, okay? I’ll… I’ll make it up to you next month, I swear…"

He was planning on paying their groceries with that money, but he can't afford to disappoint her again and raise her suspicions.

Ume hesitates, then finally takes the money, her fingers brushing his as she snatches it from his hand.

"Fine," Ume mutters, turning on her heel and heading for the exit. Just as she reaches the door, she pauses for a second, her hand on the knob. For a moment, Gyutaro thinks she might say something, maybe even offer some kind of forgiveness. But she doesn’t. Instead, she swings the door open and leaves without another word.

As Ume walks away, her footsteps echoing down the hall, Gyutaro gets up from his chair and starts pacing anxiously around the small room, his mind racing. He can’t stop thinking about this damn mail—the cheery, oblivious gratitude of a stranger who doesn’t know the havoc she’s unwittingly caused.

He pulls out his phone and opens the app once more to stare at your message, a sick feeling rising in his throat again.

There's no going back now. He's given you the money, and you've thanked him for it. Asking you directly for his money back would be… well, that would be a terrible fucking idea, wouldn't it?

You’d probably think he’d sent the money just to taunt you and take it back, and there’s a good chance you'd end up banning him from your streams entirely.

He rakes his brain relentlessly, trying to find a solution, but there truly isn't much he can do. There’s no way he can just ask for it back—not without looking pathetic or like a complete asshole. He'll just have to ask for longer shifts, endure more sleepless nights and get the damn money back by working his ass off. Damn it.

He locks his phone and drops it onto his bed before heading for the bathroom.

Maybe a shower could help clear his mind.

-

The rest of the day goes by excruciatingly slow. Gyutaro drives Ume to school, attends class after class, but his mind is a thousand miles away. Science, history, English—it’s all background noise, none of it sticking. His thoughts keep drifting back to you, your mail, and the stupid, aching frustration that he still hasn’t figured out what to respond to you.

And then there’s the matter of the name. You want to know his name, and he'd be lying if he said this wasn't messing with his head more than the whole money incident itself.

What could he even say to that? His real name is out of the question, too risky, too personal.

Well. It should be, at least.

But the idea of you addressing him directly, calling him by his own name instead of some meaningless nickname… it’s so damn tempting.

He knows that most people wouldn't overthink it so much. If any of the regulars from your chat received an email like this—something he’s sure has happened before— they'd probably get straight to the point and ask for something specific; for you to say their name while you touch yourself or some other nasty request along those lines.

But Gyutaro is terrified—no, mortified—by the idea of speaking to you directly. He’s always been too nervous to even comment regularly in your chat, so how the hell is he supposed to mail you directly and ask you to do something just for him?

This sounds like absolute hell.

He lets out a heavy sigh. He sits slouched in the back row of his math class, barely aware of the teacher droning on about some equation he couldn’t care less about.

His eyes are glued to the screen of his phone under the desk, the cursor of the blank email draft blinking mockingly at him. He isn't even trying to hide his disinterest in the lesson— his teachers have long since given up on getting him to pay attention. He's just another body in the classroom, as long as he’s quiet and doesn’t cause trouble.

He’d much rather save what little energy he has for his part-time job, where at least he gets paid to do something.

He starts typing, then pauses. His thumb hovers over the keyboard as he reads the words back to himself:

"hi, I'm a huge fan. I was wondering if..." He stops, cringes, and immediately hits backspace.

"hey, I've been watching your streams for a while and I don't really know what to ask for..." He lets out a frustrated tut, trying not to make too much of a fuss. He deletes the whole thing, his fingers trembling slightly.

After a long pause, he starts again:

"dear vixen,”‘Dear Vixen’. Seriously? What’s this, some kind of formal letter? He stares at the empty screen, fingers hovering over the keys but unable to move. Finally, he locks his phone and crosses his arms onto the desk, glancing at the clock before burying his head in them.

Still forty minutes to go.

–

If you ask him, he’d love nothing more than to walk home and collapse into his bed to sleep the rest of the day away, but no. He had to promise Tengen that he would show up for his stupid birthday party.

Not that he gives a damn about what Tengen wants nor does he take orders from him, but he's sick and tired of everyone constantly pestering him about staying in all the time. So, to shut everyone up, he’s reluctantly agreed to go to this party he has zero interest in. At least Ume will be delighted to know he's actually made an effort to leave his room, that's a plus.

But now he’s stuck here, not only dealing with Tengen’s larger-than-life personality but also watching him parade around with his three girlfriends, all of them fawning over him like he's some kind of God or something. Just seeing him bask in all that attention, acting like the center of the universe makes Gyutaro’s skin crawl. God really does have his favorites and he sure as hell isn't one of them.

He makes a beeline for the bar and grabs a drink, more to have something in his hands than out of any real desire. The cup feels cool against his skin as he leans back against a wall, scanning the room with detached interest. People are everywhere—dressed to impress, laughing too loud and clinking glasses like this night is the highlight of their year, and he tries not to grimace when a group of Tengen’s friends spot him. Of course it has to be the Hantengu siblings, those loud, arrogant bastards.

“No way! Look who decided to crawl out of his cave!" Karaku’s voice booms from across the room as he makes his way over, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Didn’t think you’d actually show up, man."

Gyutaro grunts in response, taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah, well… here I am."

Kaigaku props an arm against the wall and leans in a little too close for his liking, his voice dropping into something almost conspiratorial. "You planning on getting lucky tonight?"

Gyutaro just rolls his eyes, but Kaigaku isn't done.

“You seen that chick in the red dress? Bet she'd go for a guy who’s been locked away for too long. They love that brooding look, y’know?" Gyutaro’s jaw tightens, but he doesn't answer. He takes another slow sip from his drink instead, the bitterness of the alcohol grounding him. Karaku leans forward and gestures with his drink, pointing toward another girl across the room. "How about the one over there? She’s been eyeing every guy in here. She'd probably be easy to get alone."

“Like I give a damn.” Gyutaro mutters.

"Oh, come on! Why not?" Karaku pushes, throwing an arm around him with a sly grin. "You’re not gonna score standing in the corner all night, man. Gotta put in some effort."

Gyutaro shrugs off Karaku’s arm with a scowl, the familiar bubbling irritation starting to surface.

“Maybe leave him alone,” Aizetsu chimes in, trying to offer a little mercy. "He’s here, that’s all that matters."

Karaku rolls his eyes and takes a swig from his cup, muttering something about doing it himself before disappearing back into the crowd of people. Aizetsu stays, though, his presence less intrusive. He doesn't say anything more, which Gyutaro appreciates.

As the night dragged on, Gyutaro found himself drinking more than he intended. One cup turned into two, then three, the alcohol numbing the edges of his growing discomfort. If he was going to survive the evening, he needed something to dull the noise—both around him and in his head.

He quickly lost count of how many drinks he’d downed, and by the time the clock hit midnight, he was pleasantly buzzed, his problems momentarily forgotten.

He found himself laughing at Karaku’s stupid jokes, let Tengen hand him another drink, and even managed a casual conversation with strangers he initially didn't care to know.

And, well…

He may or may not have gotten his first blowjob ever.

He’s not entirely sure how it even happened. One moment, he was awkwardly chatting with this girl Sekido introduced to the group—a pretty brunette in a tight black dress with an easy laugh and way too much confidence. Not even his type. She had leaned into him while they talked, her hand brushing his arm now and then, her perfume cutting through the haze of sweat and alcohol in the air. And then, somehow, they’d slipped away from the main party area, her fingers lightly tugging at his hand guiding him to a quiet, shadowed corner of the house.

Gyutaro barely had time to process what was happening when he found himself pressed against a wall, her hands deftly undoing his belt and pants as she knelt down in front of him and started blowing him.

He came embarrassingly fast, and he didn't even get to know the girl’s name before she wiped her mouth and walked away, slipping back into the crowd like nothing had happened. He'd sort of hoped to get her number at least, but he knew not to get his hopes up. She'd probably lost a bet or something — nothing to get excited about.

It was a strange first time for sure, but he's not mad about it.

-

By the time morning comes, Gyutaro is a mess. He's slept maybe an hour or two at most, the alcohol and nicotine from the night before leaving him with a pounding headache and a bitter taste in his mouth.

He's not even sure how he got back home, honestly. His thoughts are totally blacked out.

He drags himself off the couch, his body aching from sleeping in an awkward position. He stumbles into the kitchen, his mind still hazy from the previous night, searching for something - anything - to soothe his pain.

He finds some painkillers in the cabinet, dry-swallowing them before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. The cold liquid feels soothing on his dry throat, and he takes a few more gulps to try and settle his churning stomach.

He glances at the clock, noticing that he has just enough time to shower and get ready before work. With a sigh, he shuffles into the bathroom, stripping off his rumpled clothes and stepping under the hot spray, letting the water wash away the remnants of the previous night.

His brain won't shut off, though; thoughts tangled between trying to remember the girl’s face from last night and the constant second-hand embarrassment from his own nagging stupidity. But it’s your face that keeps slipping into his mind, uninvited, pulling his thoughts back to the main issue.

He fucked up with that one. Like, seriously fucked up.

It wouldn’t hurt to check if a refund’s possible, right? It wouldn't look good at all on his part, he knows that, but fuck. He made a mistake and he has to do everything he can to fix it.

He dries his hand in his towel nearby and reaches behind the shower curtain to grab his phone. He unlocks it, opens the OnlyFans app and scrolls down, scanning past all your posts and photos until he finally spots a small link labeled "Terms & Conditions".

With a quick tap, the page loads, filling the screen with the detailed policy in plain text.

Terms & Conditions:

Thank you for supporting my content! Before making any purchases or engaging with my services, please carefully read the following terms and conditions regarding refunds.

No Refund Policy: All payments made to me are final and non-refundable. Due to the nature of my content and services, I do not offer refunds for any reason. This includes, but is not limited to, dissatisfaction with content, misunderstandings about services, or personal financial circumstances.

Chargebacks and Disputes: Any attempt to initiate a chargeback or dispute without prior communication will result in an immediate ban from all current and future interactions. I reserve the right to pursue legal action for fraudulent chargebacks.

...And blah, blah, blah.

Well, that's settled. He’s not getting a single cent back. He can't exactly say he’s surprised, but it doesn't make the sting any easier to bear.

A notification pops up. His eyes are drawn to it — expecting another spam email or pointless app alert, but his stomach sinks for the 50th time in the last twenty four hours when he sees what it is; an automatic message from you to all your subscribers.

[Onlyfans] VelvetVixen69: Hey babes 💋 I am now making exclusive erotic audios for you to enjoy anywhere, anytime. Whether you want something soft and sweet or hot and filthy, I’ve got you covered 😉 Listen to me anytime you need a little extra thrill 🔥 The first audio is free.🩷 Stay tuned for more! xoxo Vixen

There's no fucking way. He tells himself, his eyes remaining glued to the screen for a moment too long. His thumb hovers over the screen, hesitating for a second before he swipes left, deleting the notification like it's a bad habit he’s trying to kick. Which, honestly, it is.

But there’s a time for everything. He knows he can't afford to get distracted, and if he dives into it right now, he might be late for work.

Tonight.

He’ll have to check that out tonight, once the house is quiet and he can be alone with your voice and his thoughts.

[minisugakoobies]

Day 4 ❄️ KSJ

Kinks: orgasm control, office holiday party

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: holiday, fluff, smut, established relationship, Coworkers!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, teasing, fingering, exhibitionism, grinding, love bites/marking, hand job, orgasm denial/control, pouty Jin, punny Jin, lots of cheek squeezing because Jin's an ass man, references to car sex, references to face-sitting

Word Count: 2.5K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary:  When your boyfriend won’t behave at your annual office holiday party, you’ve no choice but to take matters into your own hands

A/N: This is technically a sequel to All I Don't Want for Christmas is You!, but it can be read as a stand-alone fic. I missed this couple. Maybe someday I'll finish the true sequel to that story.

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Day 3 ❄️ Kinkmas Masterlist ❄️ Day 5

“Are you ready to go?” 

You poke your head out of your closet at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice calling from the other end of your apartment. “Almost. Can you come here a sec?” 

Seokjin wanders into your bedroom. “Babe?” 

“In here.” 

He strolls into your closet, where you’re waiting, back to him. 

“Zip me up, please?” 

Seokjin obliges as you stare at yourself in the floor-length mirror. Hair and makeup on point. New dress popping against your skin. And the stunning man wrapping his arms around your waist, hair swept from his handsome face, resting his chin on your shoulder while his reflection grins at you is the perfect accessory to set off your look. 

“What do you think?”

He brushes his lips against your cheek. “Gorgeous. As always.” He pauses. “You look pretty nice too, princess.” 

You roll your eyes. “I still can’t believe I fell for your conceited ass,” you grumble as Seokjin laughs. 

“Two years ago tonight, as a matter of fact,” he replies, squeezing your sides before turning you to face him. You smooth down the lapels of his white tuxedo jacket, glad he decided to wear something a little fancier than his standard three-piece suits tonight. Makes the night feel even more festive. 

“I still say you’re the only person on the planet who counts from the first fuck instead of the first date, but sure, two years tonight.” Looping your arms around his neck, you kiss away the smartass remark you know he’s formulating, giggling against his lips when he helps himself to a double handful of your ass. 

“It was a very special night. Deserves celebrating.” 

He’s not wrong. That night two years ago, the night you made that classic mistake of surrendering to your feelings and sleeping with your work enemy, turned out to be one of the best nights of your life, and led you to here, standing in your luxury apartment with the love of your life, on your way to the annual holiday party held by your company, Worldwide Sound. Held by you, since you and Seokjin happen to own the company together.

Seokjin pouts as you break the kiss, lips even redder than usual thanks to your lipstick. As you wipe it away, he sighs. “Can we just go put in a quick appearance and then leave early?” 

“It’s kinda frowned upon for the hosts to ghost on their own party,” you reply, grabbing your clutch. 

“I know. But I don’t feel like socializing tonight. I just want to be with you.” 

You’re touched by his soft admission. Seokjin’s a social butterfly, always up for grabbing drinks with friends or taking clients out to dinner, so for him to want to spend tonight at home with you alone is very sweet. 

“Aw, baby,” you coo, cupping his cheek lovingly. “As much as I’d love that too, we made a commitment, so we need to follow through. Come on. Let’s go rub some elbows and schmooze some new clients for a few hours, and then we’ll grab a few leftover bottles of bubbly and some of those tiny cakes you love and have our own little celebration here.” 

He beams. “You promise?” 

“I promise.”

Your office has been transformed into a winter wonderland, with giant Christmas trees and bright string lights everywhere. Fake snow adorns the hallways, and a makeshift dance floor in the center of the workspace has been lit to resemble an ice skating rink. Caterers flit between your guests, offering delicious holiday treats like mini gingerbread cheesecakes and little rose pavlovas that look like tiny pink snowballs. 

Snatching another glass of champagne from a passing waiter, you smile at one of your contemporaries from a rival company while you survey the room. Everyone who is anyone in your industry is here. Tonight couldn’t be more of a success. 

“Babe,” Seokjin appears at your side, slipping an arm around your back. “I just talked with the manager for Triptych. They want to set up a meeting to discuss signing with us.” 

“Well done!” You press a kiss to Seokjin’s cheek. Triptych is one of the hottest rap trios around, and your company has been trying to get them to sign for weeks. “I’ll give them a call on Monday.” 

“Great. So can we go now?” 

“Seokjin.” You give him a look. “It’s only been an hour. The party’s not even half over!” 

His lower lip juts out again. “But I’ve done my schmoozing. I just got us Triptych! And I’m tired of rubbing elbows. I can only fake laugh at one of Sejin’s terrible jokes so many times. You know he always tells the same ones,” he complains, referring to your former boss from Beyond the Sound. You’d invited him out of professional courtesy, but had managed to avoid him all night. Apparently, that was because he was busy talking your boyfriend’s ear off. 

“I’m sorry, I really am.” You wave a caterer over, and select a mini cake from their tray, handing it to Seokjin. “Here. Refuel yourself. Just a little bit longer, and then we’ll be done.” 

He stuffs the cake into his mouth and swallows it in one bite. “But wouldn’t you rather sneak out of here early? Hmm?” The hand on your hip slides down, cupping your lower cheek through your silky dress. “Ask the driver to take the long way home, and keep the partition up? Like we did after Euphoria’s last album release party?” 

Heat crawls up your neck at the memory of that night, when the first band you’d signed had released their fifth album. It was an instant hit with critics and fans alike, and to celebrate it climbing the charts, you’d climbed into Seokjin’s lap and rode him all the way home. 

“You know I’d love that,” you nearly groan, and nervously clear your throat, trying to maintain your composure. “But we can’t leave. Just hang on a little bit longer, okay? I promise, I will make it worth your wait.” 

He sighs, and pouts again, but you stand resolute, cocking an eyebrow, and he nods, realizing you’re not going to cave. 

Spotting a potential client across the room, you slip your arm through his. “I think that’s Indigo over there. Time to turn on the charm!” 

“You imply that I ever turn it off,” he retorts, but he lets you lead him over to speak to the singer. She invites you both to sit at the table where she is currently sitting alone, nursing a peppermint martini.

Though you know he’s disappointed that you won’t skip out on the party with him, Seokjin still brings his A-game to the evening. His charisma is half the reason your company is so successful (the other half being your shrewd business sense, including knowing exactly how and when to deploy your charm bomb of a boyfriend). While he regales Indigo with one of his funny stories, effortlessly bewitching the talented musician, you take a moment to admire him as you watch him work his magic.

And then you feel his hand running up your leg through the slit in your dress.

Thanks to the tablecloth, his arm is out of view of anyone else at the party. Indigo starts explaining about her plans for her next tour, and you nod along, wanting to pay attention, but your mind is unable to focus on anything but the sensation of Seokjin’s rough fingers gliding up your smooth thigh. When Indigo pauses to take a sip of her drink, you shoot him a warning look. 

Seokjin just grins, and then his fingertips brush against your clothed crotch, tracing your folds through the satin. 

Instinctively, your hips jolt forward, seeking more of his touch. You cover your reaction with a sharp cough. “Excuse me! I think I have a little bit of cake caught in my throat.” Grabbing your champagne flute, you glare at your boyfriend over the rim as you take a swig. His smirk is the only warning you get before his fingers slip beneath your panties and against your nether lips, spreading the dampness that is starting to gather there. 

“The last time we spoke, you said you were looking for new representation. Has that changed?” Seokjin asks Indigo, attentively leaning towards her as he waits for her answer. Meanwhile, his fingers tease you under the table, circling around your clit but not touching it, slipping along your lips without parting them. It’s maddening, how close he is to fingering you. For so many reasons.

“It has not,” Indigo smiles. “That’s why I’m here tonight. And I’ll be in town for a few more days, before I jet off to Paris for the new year. Maybe I could stop by this week to talk business - let’s say on Tuesday?” 

“What do you think, dear?” Seokjin turns his gaze on you, just as his fingers finally slide your lips apart. “Does that work for you?” 

One of his fingers hovers at your entrance, tip just prodding there. Indigo waves a caterer over, clearly giving you a minute to discuss with Seokjin. And yes, there is a discussion going on between you and your boyfriend, but it’s nonverbal, and it has absolutely nothing to do with any future clients. Seokjin grins, still prodding. Your eyebrow rises, just a fraction of an inch, just enough to tell him to do it, if he dares. 

He dares. 

You gasp as he sinks his finger in, pushing all the way to his knuckles, and try to recover with an effusive response. “Ahhhh think that would be lovely!” Your smile feels a little too tight, which it is, since you’re gritting your teeth in order to avoid moaning from Seokjin’s plunging digit. 

Indigo beams. “Perfect! I’ll call your assistant to let you know when I’ll be dropping by.” 

“Here’s to having something to celebrate!” Seokjin lifts his glass to clink against Indigo’s as his other hand thrusts into your slick heat. When his thumb presses over your clit, you set your flute on the table. 

“Oh, Indigo, I’m so sorry, but would you excuse us? We’ve got to get the toast set up!” 

The singer nods as you suddenly scoot your chair back, pulling away from Seokjin’s fingers as you rise. Wrapping a hand around Seokjin’s bicep, you yank him to his feet and march him towards your office. 

“Are we doing a toast?” he says, glancing at you with a baffled expression. But you don’t answer, keeping a tight grip on his arm until you reach your destination. By the time you’ve locked the door behind you, his confusion has cleared. “Baby, I-”

He doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you push him against your desk until he sits on it, then hike your dress around your waist so you can straddle him, and mash your faces together. He whimpers when you suck on his tongue, hands coming up to grip your hips and grind you down onto his growing erection.

“You’re such a pain in my ass sometimes, you know that?” You lick along his jawline, enjoying the way he squirms beneath you. 

“Yes I do,” he grunts, emphasizing his point by rutting smoothly against your cheeks before giving you a sharp poke, then laughs at his own dumb joke. 

“Goddamn it, I cannot believe how much I love you,” you groan, tone dismayed but heart overflowing with affection for your ridiculous man, and you shove your mouth against his again. 

“Mmmph love you too!” he murmurs between kisses. “Does this mean we’re leaving?”

“No, we can do this right here,” you state, rolling your hips again, voice getting breathy as your clit drags against his bulge. “What’s the point of having an office with a door that locks if we never use it?”

You fumble with the belt on his pants for a few seconds before loosening it enough to gain access to the button beneath, freeing him as quickly as you can. He springs forth in your hand, which you bring to your mouth to lick before covering him again. 

Seokjin moans when you start to jerk him off. He leans back on his palms to watch, hissing when you gently fondle his balls with your other hand. “Shit, princess, you’re so good at that.” 

You laugh, twisting your wet fingers faster around his hard length. “I know, baby. Just add it to the list.” 

“Mmmm,” he replies, head lolling back, exposing the long line of his elegant throat, prompting you to slide forward and nibble on the soft skin there. “Ahh!” he cries when your light nipping turns into a stinging love bite. 

“You know what I’m really good at though?” you ask, rubbing your thumb over his head, collecting the drops clinging to the slit in his darkened skin. He doesn’t answer you, too caught up in how good your hands feel. “Being patient.” 

You go completely still. 

Seokjin raises his head with a whine. “Why’d you stop?!”

Planting a kiss on his plump lips, you release him and then gingerly climb off the desk, carefully smoothing your skirt out. Thankfully, it’s not too wrinkled from your actions. 

“Because. All I’ve asked you tonight is to be patient, and instead you attempted to fingerbang me in front of a client.” Folding your arms in front of you, you nod at his crotch. “Now clean yourself up. The party’s not over.” 

“So you’re punishing me for not being able to keep my hands off you?” Seokjin argues, but you just shake your head, seeing right through his attempt at using flattery to get you to continue.

Once he’s stuffed himself back into his pants, you wrap your arms around his back, hugging him close. 

“It’s not a punishment, baby. It’s a preview.” He looks dubious, so you kiss him, letting your lips erase his doubts. “I promise you I’ll finish the job, and more. But not until later. So will you please be patient now?” 

He studies your face for a moment before responding. “Okay,” he sighs. “I’ll be good. But only if you promise to finish it on the ride home.”

“I will.” 

“While you sit on my face.” 

You smile. “Only too happy to.” 

“And then when we get home, you put on that little number I bought you on our trip to Paris. You know the one? With the garters?” He’s still pouting as he makes his requests, but his lips keep twitching, eyes crinkling with mischievous glee as always. 

“Fine, I promise. But stop milking it.” 

“No, no, you’re the one who’ll be doing the milking.” 

“That’s it, we’re breaking up.” 

“I love you, princess,” he grins. 

“I love you too. Now get out of my office.” 

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[cheerstotheelites-if]

I'm imagining MC trying to get their homework done but Emery who wants to play and has been begging MC to come play with him has only got a negative answer from MC. Seeing that this method won't work he starts to annoy MC by getting in their way so MC will leave the boring stuff behind and start playing with them.

Emery is just feeling lonely since MC has been very busy with studying for the coming midterm exam period🥺

I honestly cackled because the timing of this couldn't be more perfect because my midterms are just around the corner. I'll make this a bit short.

You've been sitting here for three hours, trying to keep your cool as Emery pokes your arm. Your books lay in front of you, open on the same page its been turned to hours ago. Your midterms are coming up in a few days, and, frankly, you just want to study so you won't fail or have a panic attack from being unprepared.

"Can we play now?" He asks for the nth time already.

"No, Emery," you answer flatly for the nth time as well.

Gods, you're starting to regret not accepting the study group invitation from Fleur. You would've been in her luxurious living room, served exquisite snacks, surrounded by the rest of the gang while studying, and most importantly, peace and quiet.

You hear Emery grumble as his pokes become more aggressive, moving you slightly each time. You look at Emery, annoyance and frustration already at its boiling point. You want to yell. You want to scream. To shout at Emery to stop bugging you, so you could just be alone and study in peace. Gods above, you're already so close to putting and locking Emery in another room just so he can leave you alone.

"Emery," you start, a deep sigh leaving you as you try to calm yourself. No, you aren't going to scream at a child. Despite you being angry at his actions, he doesn't deserve it, and surely he has reasons why he's doing this. Thankfully, Emery stopped poking when you called for his attention. "Can you please tell me why you won't stop poking me?"

At that Emery lowers his finger, looking down in guilt and shame. You're unsure if it's from your question, or from whatever exasperation your face is holding.

"It's lonely." He replies in a soft mumble, pulling at his suspenders.

"Lonely?" You turn to face him fully, brows knitted in confusion. "What do you mean? Mom and dad are here with you downstairs."

Emery shakes his head. "They're not you. I dunno... it just feels... different."

You sit there in silence for a while. It's understandable that he would feel that way, seeing how he's always surrounded by teenagers and adults, and never kids his age. He has no other choice but try to understand what all of you are even saying. No one has time for childish games, when there are homework to be done, exams to study for, groupmates to yell at, and work and classes to attend. You're the only one who's willing to still be childish with him, to let go of your responsibilities for a bit, drop the funny teenage lingo he can't understand, and just be... normal around him and have fun.

You bend down, picking him up from under his arms and put him on your lap.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone, Emery," You say, voice gentle and soft as you give him an apologetic smile, "I'm just busy with boring school stuff, you know how it is..."

He doesn't say anything, head still downcast and hands still pulling and fiddling on his suspenders.

"Tell you what, when I'm done with my boring school stuff, we can do whatever you want after." Emery perks his head up when you said that, eyes going wide.

"Really? Do you promise?" He asks, his happy mood coming back again. He lifts his pinky up. "Pinky swear?"

You chuckle and wrap your pinky around his. "Pinky swear, Emery."

A grin spreads across Emery's face, and he lets out excited squeal as he hugs you, his tiny arms wrap around your neck. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

You hug him back, a smile on your face. "Anything for you, Emery."

[brxceliiande]

SNOWMAN [RUNNER CONLEY X F!READER]

YEARNING FOR THE FEELING OF HOME, WILBUR AND Y/N DECIDE TO MAKE THE MOST OF A SNOWY NIGHT.

genre: fluff / slight spice

warnings: slight spice/smut (mostly just making out)

word count: 1.5k+

NOTE: this has been in the drafts for awhile, contemplating if i should post it or not but its now or never!

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Fire crackled and the frosted windows fogged up. The living room was quaint and soft music played on the radio, a small sofa and coffee table in front of a fireplace. Candles lit the room, adding to the warmth. It was quite luxurious. Something Y/n wasn't used to.

Pulling the blanket over her feet, she held a cup of hot cocoa in her hands. One would think she was finished with heat from being in the Pacific. The hot sun and the jungle. It was everything but. It was a different warmth in the room than that place. It felt loving and peaceful, almost like the nights she spent with Wilbur under the sky on those islands.

The dark sky with sparkling stars, the only peace she experienced in that place. The soft whistle of the wind caught her ears and she stared at the moon from the tent she rested in with her squad. Fighter planes flying over made her sleepy, considering it should do the opposite.

In the colder nights, Y/n would sneak into Wilbur's tent he shared with his squad and get on his cot. It was small and uncomfortable, but both did not care in the slightest bit. His arm would wrap around her shoulders and she would bundle up in his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

It was odd being back in Buffalo. Y/n didn't have to suffer in the cold, nor was afraid of loud noises, or worry about an enemy jumping out from behind a tree. Wilbur and her didn't have to share a cot on cold nights and they weren't awakened by gunfire or motors. At least not real ones.

Clanking in the kitchen caught her attention, followed by swearing.

Grinning, Y/n pushed the blanket off her, placed the cup down and walked into the kitchen.

“Not as easy as it looks, now is it?” Y/n said, leaning against the archway.

Wilbur turned around, dish towel on his shoulder, cigarette in mouth and held part of a broken plate.

“I’ve washed dishes before, it slipped out of my hand” Wilbur said, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile.

Walking over to her husband, she grabbed the plate piece out of his hand and placed it down. Pulling the plug in the sink, the water drained revealing dirty dishes and the broken parts.

"I'll finish up here," Y/n said, glancing at him and beginning to pick up the pieces,"Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

Gazing at his wife, Wilbur backed up and turned up the radio as their song played. I'm Glad There Is You by Julie London played softly as Wilbur continued to turn the volume up.

Failing to conceal a smile, Y/n turned to her husband who walked over and grabbed her by the waist. Hugging from behind, Wilbur rested his head in the crook of her neck, beginning to sway together as the music played.

"Remember when we danced to this on our wedding day." Wilbur mumbled as they swayed, "You were the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, swaying in your dress and that smile…"

Turning in his arms, Y/n hung her arms around his neck.

"And you were the handsomest man that day, in your suit." Y/n said, making them both smile as they stared into each other's eyes.

"Don't lie, Leck was by far the best looking-" Wilbur teased.

"Oh yeah, definitely." Y/n played along, making them chuckle, "Especially when him and Lew decided to have a drinking contest."

"I thought he would win. I bet my money on him-"

"You bet money on him?" Y/n asked, tilting her head in thought, "Oh, so that's where the twenty dollars came from"

Wilbur rolled his eyes and laughed along with Y/n.

Pulling away from the counter, they danced to the song. Y/n rested her head on his chest and Wilbur pulled her closer. They slowly turned and swayed until the music became quieter and the host announced the next song.

Sighing, Y/n leaned into Wilbur's chest and looked out the frosted window. Lifting her head, she smiled and motioned Wilbur to look outside.

Snow began to fall past the window, contrasting the dark sky. It was the first winter they had since they got back from the Pacific. It was almost like seeing it for the first time once again. Eye watering, Y/n looked up at Wilbur and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Her hands rested on the back of his neck and Wilbur held her waist, pulling her close once again. Deepening the kiss, his hands wandered downward until they rested on her bottom. Y/n grinned into the kiss and ran a hand through his hair. Lifting her leg, he rested it on his hip and backed her up into the dining table. The radio was drowned out and the dishes were forgotten. Placed onto the table, Y/n wrapped her legs around Wilbur as he cupped her face and pressed another kiss on her lips.

Pulling away, they rested their foreheads on each other. Cupping his face in her hands, Y/n placed one last kiss on his lips before smiling.

"You know what I think we should do?" Y/n said, both her and Wilbur's chest heaving. Wilbur hummed in response as he continued to pepper kisses on her face, slowly going down to her neck.

"I think we should go and build a snowman."

Wilbur paused and pulled away, rested his hands on either side of her and looked at her.

"Why would we do that now?" Wilbur asked, shaking his head with a smile on his face.

"Because…" Y/n said, poking a finger at his chest, "There should be enough snow outside and we both haven't built a snowman in years!"

"This is Buffalo! We barely have enough snow each year!"

"Come on! Let's just do it this year! It'll be fun."

"So you don't care if it's small and ugly?"

" Why would I be? I chose you didn't I?" Y/n teased, resulting in Wilbur to smile and pull her into a kiss.

"You are on thin ice there, sweetheart." Wilbur laughed.

"So," Y/n started, "Shall we?"

"I guess we shall."

Jumping up from the table, Y/n raced to the doorway and put on a coat, hat and gloves before reaching for the doorknob. Wilbur cleared his throat, causing Y/n to face him, and motioned to her feet, which were in socks and shoeless.

"No need to rush, the snow is not going anywhere."

Flushed from her excitement, she quickly put on boots and glanced at Wilbur, who stood and watched. Raising an eyebrow, she crossed her arms.

"What are you waiting for?" She asked, Wilbur responded with a smile and nothing else before following right behind her.

Met with a cold breeze, Y/n ran down the steps with the snow crunching underneath her boots. The moment felt surreal, in the moonlight with snow falling and making a snowman with her husband.

Husband. Facing Wilbur, she grinned and ran to hug him. She never thought when she joined the army as a nurse, she would come out of the war with someone like him. Butterflies filled her stomach everytime she looked at him, he was funny and smart, and treated her like no other. It wasn't like that when they met. They met when Wilbur got malaria, she was the nurse closest to them and from then on, she always checked on him.

The simpler times.

Balling snow in her hand, Y/n created the base of the snowman before rolling it to make it bigger. As the snowball got bigger, she stopped and picked up another until they had a small snowman in front of them.

Standing back, they admired the tiny thing. It was barely above the knee, had two stick arms and a rock smile. It was slightly lopsided, which Wilbur saved by saying it was 'dancing'.

"It looks just like you." Wilbur said, earning a nudge from Y/n.

Leaning into his side, Y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath in. It was the first night she didn't feel her chest tighten or a lump in her throat. It was complete bliss. The shadows of the jungle couldn't scare her anymore. Instead of seeing an enemy about to stab her when she closed her eyes, she saw complete darkness. Who knew making a snowman would help? She doubted it was the snowman, but rather the man who held her close under the night sky like he did all those other nights.

"We should go in now." Wilbur said, pulling his jacket tighter around him and shoving his hand in his pocket.

Humming in response, Y/n opened her eyes and locked her arm with his as they walked inside.

"Will we continue from earlier?" Wilbur asked, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"In your dreams!" Y/n said giggling, lightly pushing him away.

Wilbur embraced her and placed a kiss on her forehead. Y/n grinned softly and melted into his embrace. Who knew a snowman could lead to something so warm?

[shelby-love]

#10 KOL MIKAELSON

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Reader

A/N: I'm actually a Kolvina shipper guys but nevertheless I'm still into Kol. Davina is one lucky ass gal if you ask me; also this is set when Hope was 7

Original link: 1st Birthday Bundle

"I come bearing gifts for my girl!" Kol Mikaelson strides in the Abattoir with several bags in his hands. Each one belongs to a luxury brand of clothing everyone has heard of.

Even though you're stationed in the semi-crowded kitchen his voice still makes it's way to your very human ears.

"Miss Mikaelson," You adress the youngest member of the Mikaelson family. "I trust you with this cake. Do not disappoint me!"

You give her cheek a big kiss and with caution walk towards your boyfriend's voice, leaving her behind under the supervision of her mom.

"Why so loud Kol!" You take in the sight of him. His grinning from ear to ear and shaking the bags he has in his hands. "No you did not."

"Oh yes I bloody did, my love." He replies sweetly, like he hadn't just spent thousands of dollars on your gifts. "Happy birthday."

"A kiss was enough but thank you. I seriously don't deserve you." Since his hands are occupied you take it into your own to cup his face and press a thankful kiss on his soft lips.

"No. I don't deserve you."

"Okay now, Kol and Y/N, please cease this love overflow. You're making me feel quite sick." The fimilar voice that belongs to Klaus makes your eyes roll in their sockets. The two of you stay quiet to give him a look and he takes that as you obeying him. "Thank you."

"I will stake him I swear to-" Before he can continue you press your finger to his lips, halting whatever words were going to leave his mouth.

"Call truce. It's my birthday Kol. I don't want dead siblings around the house just because you butted heads." You warn him before you hear your name be called out from the kitchen. "I'll tell you what... Dump these bags in our room and join me and Hope in the kitchen. We're decorating the cake and I'll find you some work to do."

Your plan seems spotless but his pout tells you otherwise. Confused, you instinctively start to look for answers within the bags in his hands. You're very quick to find the reason for his sudden sulking.

There's a pink Victoria's Secret bag with bright pink wrapping paper poking out. You can only imagine the pieces he picked out for you.

"I tell you what," You whisper seductively. "Help me celebrate a PG-13 birthday and then the two of us move the party upstairs where things can get a little R-rated."

"I like the sound of that my love. Happy birthday once again."

And with that he speeds of into your room making you blush furiously at the thought of what's to come.

[limenysnocket]

●The Blush Bet●

Pt. IV: The Do-Over

Summary: After finally getting his feelings out in the open, Taika decides that it's right about time that he takes (Y/N) out for a proper date. He calls it a do-over for the last one he took her on.

Request: @honorarytenenbaum

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol and quite a bit of car se- I mean, smut.

A/N: Hehehhh, I've had this idea in my head for the longest time. Peak Taika time, you guys. Drunk Taika time... Touchy feely Taika time... a bit of riding Taika time... OH, this is the last part, by the way. I'll stop bothering you with this story. Lol

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You stared at the new dress in the mirror. Pure white, strappless, slits down both legs and a lovely, black belt around the waist. Taika outdid himself this time and, a lot like the bad date he took you on, he didn't tell you much about where you were going or what the night would entail, but you couldn't be any happier than you were now.

You smoothed out the bottom half of the dress and tucked a sweet little hair behind your ear. For once, you were happy to be dressed up by someone else. You couldn't help but be a little nervous, though. You were always so nervous before dates, even if you knew the guy pretty well. You just had a tendency of worrying about tripping over your heels or going to the bathroom then come out with the back of your dress tucked into your underwear. You had nothing to worry about this time, but you still worried.

Your phone suddenly went off and made you jump. You reached for it, a gentle smile on your face as you read the notification.

'I'm outside, darling. Hope you're just as excited as I am! ;)'

You giggle to yourself, tuck your phone in your handbag and take one last look at yourself, as if you thought there was a massive smudge in your makeup that could ruin your night. You put on a smile, fix a little uncomfortable place in your heel, did a little body wiggle and went to your door and opened it.

Your smile got wider. The man of the hour was standing right in front of you, dressed in a navy blue tux and a snow white rose in the breastpocket. His hand was holding yours, the moment he saw you and he brought you closer with just a simple beckoning tug.

"Your boyfriend must have wonderful tastes, because that dress looks absolutely amazing on you," Taika purred with a kiss to the back of your hand.

"Well, my boyfriend is pretty wonderful," you hummed back and softly tugged your hand away so you could wrap your arms around his neck. He set his hands on your waist and leaned down to press his lips against yours. Your bottom lip was encased in his and you felt his hands creep away from your waist, to your hips, then to your ass. You had to pull away from the kiss before he could do that, "No, no, sir. We can't do that yet. We still have a date."

Taika only half groaned, but you knew he didn't mind. He must have made one hell of a reservation if it even made him pass up the opportunity for sex.

"Your ride awaits you, madam and sir," you heard someone call from down on the curb and you leaned to look past Taika, who briefly moved to look with you.

"Holy shit-- You brought Robert too?" You smiled and looked up at Taika. He was grinning and biting his bottom lip slightly.

"Just wouldn't be the same without him. I'd miss him if I didn't let him drive tonight," Taika said, taking your hand in his and escorting you down to the curb.

"Good evening, miss!" Robert greeted you with a very bright smile and a tip of his cap.

"Robert, my lanta! You have no idea how great it is to see you!" You smiled right back at him. "Did you ever get together with that one woman you saw outside that restaurant?"

"I actually did," Robert smiled. "Never knew a chap like myself could get a date at my age! I'm actually going out with her, tonight, thanks to Mr. Waititi!"

"Oh, really now?" You cocked a brow and grinned over at your date who was casually and quietly enjoying the banter he wasn't involved in.

"Wanted him to have a little fun too, doll. I was gonna tell you, don't be surprised when we end with a new driver back home tonight," he smiled down at you and nudged you with his hip.

"Well, no time to waste! Your evening awaits you!" Robert bounced on his heels then opened the door. Luckily, it wasn't an old fart limo that you were riding in tonight. It was a sleek, black, luxurious Mercedes that he was taking you in tonight and you were extremely flattered with all the effort Taika was putting in for you. It almost turned you on... almost.

During the ride to the more rich side of town, Taika kept his hand on your thigh and gently rubbed every now and then. You would turn and give him a cheeky little grin and a wink. You knew he wanted a little something before he left for the night.

You expected to pass the big fancy restaurant that he had teased you in front of, but when you ended up parking right in front of it, you nearly got whiplash from how hard your head snapped in Taika's direction. "Pulling the same joke twice isn't funny, Waititi!" You pout, almost and he snickers.

"This isn't a joke! Richard, tell her this isn't a joke, so she'll believe me!" Taika said, almost in an exasperated tone.

Richard turned the car off and in a very merry voice he said, "It's not a joke, miss! He even showed me his online ticket to prove he had a reservation this time!"

You're face was expressionless for a very long while. It was like Ross whenever he found out he was the father of Rachel's baby.

"You promise this isn't a fib?" You ask the man next to you, quietly. Your lip was softly quivering.

"I have no reason to lie to you anymore," he said back with a very warm gaze and a matching smile. His fingers interlocked with yours and he brought it up to kiss the back of your hand again. Gosh, you loved it when he did that.

Richard eventually got the two of you out of the car, and you waved goodbye to him, side you wouldn't be seeing him after dinner. He told you that his date was waiting for him down the street, then waved you off as well to have your pleasant evening and pleasant dinner with Taika in the most expensive restaurant in the entirety of L.A.

You could practically smell the money on the people around you while they stuffed themselves fat on cash salads.

"I swear, if they end up taking us down to a sub-basement or something for people who want to think their eating rich, I'm going to flip my shit," you said teasingly while you secretly looked around at the sparkling chandeliers with much awe and admiration.

"I don't even think this place has a sub-basement, so you're in luck!" Taika laughed as he pulled you along, up to a waiter where he flashed him the reservation on his phone. The waiter, dressed in a deep red vest and black slacks, nodded at the confirmation, grabbed two menus then escorted you to your table, which just so happened to be on the second floor. Lucky you, you got to go through the little archway leading to the stairs, gayly dressed in evergreen leaves and electric lights.

As you sat down at your seat, you took the time to admire the place even more. The food made your stomach growl, the lighting cast upon Taika's face made your heart flutter and you were dressed ever so perfectly. Wow... just a week ago, you could have never imagined Taika doing something so lavish for you. Now, it felt like every act of kindness he did for you was a gift from the king, himself.

"Enjoying the scenery, darling?" You heard Taika say from across the table and it caught your attention in a flash.

"How can I not be?" You said, giving him a warm, wide smile. It made him melt, you could tell. The look he had made it easy to spot that he was falling deeper in love with you, right before your very eyes. He reached over for your hand and once he had it, he caressed it with his thumb. He continued to hold it while he spoke to you, all the way up until the scheduled bottle of wine arrived and the waiter was back to take your order...

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"I don't know about you, but that sirloin certainly stuffed me," Taika giggled at his own alliteration and you laughed along too, as he guided you back down the lavish stairs and back out the arch. Your arm was hooked around his, and while you both made your way out the building, you talked about whimsical story ideas that both of you brewed up together and wouldn't probably pull through with, but it was still so much fun to see what stirred within your collided imaginations. The real reason you were hanging off of each other is, because both of you happened to be quite wine drunk at the moment, and didn't care enough to notice.

You both reached the curb and were still bubbling away, since the Mercedes was running a tad slow, but all was well.

It eventually fell quiet between you two and your just stared into each other's eyes, exasperated with how much you both just shared with each other and taking a few moments to look back at the story you created. It was a mixture of feelings, jotting out in random directions, rough around the edges, but soft as an angel's wings. You couldn't be happier with it.

"Before we start taking notes," you said, laughing and tucking a stray strand if hair behind your ear, "I just want to say... I think this is the best date I've ever had. No, I'm not trying to inflate your ego, but... You deserve it this time. I'm proud of you, Tai, as weird as it is." You giggle at your own speech and lean in to kiss his forehead. Instead of his forehead, however, you come in contact with his lips instead, by his own devices.

He kissed you wantonly and almost needingly. You willingly fell prey to the kiss and slipped into a coma-like state where his lips were the only thing you needed to keep living. When you two parted, you panted and blushed immensely. You could taste the wine on his lips. You both had quite a few glasses, you'll admit...

His cheeks were a salmon color and his eyes were now glossed over, lips the lightly stained with your lipstick. You found yourself blushing even more at the sight. "So," you said with a hiccup resonating in your chest, "my place or yours?"

"Oh, sweetheart, I don't think we're even going to make it to either of those places," he smirked down at you and bit his lip. You gulped, because the sleek Mercedes pulled up right next to the two of you and a brand new driver hopped out and opened the door.

Taika pressed a feather light hand on your back and guided you into the backseat of the car. You could have sworn you felt his hand hovering over your ass at some point in time.

Once the two of you were in the car and the door was shut, it was all dark and very quiet, except for the slow breathing of you and the other two people in the car and the quiet radio, turned to an oldies station.

Your heart rate seemed to increase. You felt Taika's hand slither over to the slit in the leg of your dress and he quietly felt around it, until he slipped his hand completely under it. You said nothing, but you couldn't help but reach for his sleeve, encouraging him on. If this was going to happen, you needed to remain quiet.

He teased you for the longest time as the car creeped through slow traffic. He didn't start getting down on you until you had reached the first stoplight of what you might say be fourteen or so on.

His fingers teased your clit through your damp panties and he rubbed the cloth in slow circles. You had to bury your face into his arm to stop yourself from begging him for more. He suddenly nipped the shell of your ear to make your breath hitch and he chuckled, "Such a good girl~, being all quiet for daddy~." His other hand has now joined the games and started to grip and massage your warm thigh.

Taika continued to drive you insane by teasing the hem of your panties, not knowing if he should mess with the real thing or not. He wanted to be patient, Taika did... but Drunk-Taika was never a man of patience, as far as Taika, himself, knew.

You were so close to moaning, biting down on Taika's sleeve, whenever he suddenly yanked both of his hands away from you, leaving you a horny mess, beside him. You looked up at him in the dark, confused and a little upset, but he said nothing and waited until the next stoplight.

The car peeled into a stop, slowly, behind other cars. Taika made quick work of unbuckling both your and his seatbelts. Now, you were curious.

Taika dug around in his wallet for a moment, pulled out a couple hundreds and leaned forward so his head poked up right beside the driver, who was startled by the encounter. "I'm going to pay you a very big tip," Taika said to the driver in a very low, husky voice, "and you're going to let me fuck my girlfriend in the back seat. How does that sound?" Taika waved the large sum of cash in front of the man's face. You heard the driver gulp, then you saw him nod through the faint blackness.

"Good man," Taika chuckled deeply and set the cash down in the cup holder. "If I catch you looking back, it's getting taken away." Taika warned him, but didn't warn you as he sat back down and grabbed you by the hips as the car started to move again. He sat you on his lap and he nearly ripped the zipper on the back of your dress down, then tore the entire thing off of you.

"Told you we wouldn't make it~," Taika growled seductively and it made your walls really start to soak as he licked his chops like a feral dog, right in front of you.

"T-Taika~," you breathed softly by his ear, so he would be the only one to hear it.

"Always so shy in the beginning," Taika sighed and, yet again, without another warning, he smacked your ass, making you yelp. "What's the name I go by, when we fuck, doll~? I want to hear you say it."

"D-Daddy~," you moaned a little louder this time, so you didn't have to whisper.

"Good girl~," Taika smirked within the darkness. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours and this kiss was much more feral than the last one you received from him. He bit your bottom lip and tugged at it, his nails scraped across your thighs and he shoved his tongue down your throat. He was holding nothing back with you and it made you desperately moan. It was surprising that even the driver wasn't leapfrogging the car all over the place and was managing to keep his cool amidst the sinful sounds you made with only your mouth.

You felt Taika's hand creep up your thigh and to the hem of your panties again. Instead of just tugging them down, he decided to be slow and push them down, all the while feeling up the newly revealed skin.

His lips departed from yours, so you could breathe and also so he could start leaving deep hickeys all across your skin. "You're daddy's little slut, aren't you~? You and that soaked pussy, all just for me~?" He growled and bit harder, causing you to moan out and shake. Upon getting no real response, he grunted and slapped your ass again with his rough palm. "You better answer me, babe~. Otherwise, this can go on all night long~."

You gulped and finally found enough consciousness to nod. "Yes, daddy~," you moaned and you could practically feel the driver shuddering in the front seat.

Taika's strong erection poked at your thigh and he bucked against it from time to time. "Wanna go for a ride baby~?" He purrs to you, against your ear once more once your panties are all the way off and his other hand occupies itself with unclipping your strapless bra, just so he can see your breasts bounce whenever you start your ride.

You nod eagerly and quickly go after his belt, the drool only making your neediness all the more crystal clear. He lets you do your thing, smirking and watching you as you go after his cock like a wild animal. You eventually get his pants down low enough to where his cock springs free and you manage to tear off his suit jacket and tie in the process.

He gripped onto your hips and started guiding you down to his tip whenever the case came to another stop.

"W-We're here, sir..." the man mumbled from the frontseat, quivering, worried about what he just interrupted. Your turned your head to see that the car was now pulled into Taika's driveway. You were disappointed for a moment and a moment only, until Taika grabbed your chin and forced it to face him so you were making intense eye contact with him again.

"Drive." Taika said, his eyes still locked onto yours.

"What?" The man said, nearly forgetting his oath to not turn around and see the scene playing out in the backseat.

"Drive. Around the block or some shit... this won't take me long," Taika growled again, this time harsher. Your throbbing cunt was waiting for him, so you didn't mind. The driver took a moment to register everything before nodding and getting back out on the road again.

The moment the car started to move, Taika's grip intensified, then, he no longer hesitated to let you hover. He full fledged slammed you down on him and you let out your most sinful moan yet of his nickname.

"Yeah~. You like bouncing on daddy's cock, don't you~?" He growled and made you start moving, just to get you going. Once you were at a pace both you and him liked, he slipped his hands from your hips and to your ass, sinking his nails into the soft flesh while the two of you made love in the back of the car. He slapped your ass a couple times. Sometimes, to the point where it was almost beat red. It may have been, if you could see the color through all of the inky blackness surrounding the two of you.

"Fuck~, you're a fucking goddess~," Taika hissed through bared teeth, "Such a tight pussy~. God fucking damn it~."

His sultry moans started to match yours as time passed by and by. Loud, wet slaps of skin on skin and the sounds of your dirty panting filled the car with nothing but disgusting nature. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you were almost positive the back half of the car started to rock beneath the intense amount of force.

"Taika~ You're cock is so fucking perfect~. Fuck~!" You cried out, burying your face in his neck, only to be tugged away by a tough grip on your hair. You hissed, but you went quiet as you looked into Taika's brown eyes that stared into your soul, that dominated you, that owned you and that tight little pussy of yours. All of it was his and he was about to make it cum.

"T-Taika~. I don't know how much longer I can hold~," you moan in his ear as your bouncing becomes a little desperate and a lot rougher, to the point where Taika puts his hands back on your hips to control the wavering speed.

"Beg for it~," Taika said lowly. You could tell he was close too, by the familiar pattern it he pulsation of his cock.

"Please, daddy~. I want this, I need this~. Please, let me cum all over your fucking perfect cock~," you begged him with whatever strength you had left in your body.

"Cum for me," Taika said after a long overdue stare at your bouncing breasts, "do it right fucking now~."

His command was fulfilled in the next few seconds. He felt your juices squirt all down your thighs and a little dribbled onto his pants, but that was alright. He didn't mind one bit.

Now, it was his turn to make his thrusts turn reckless and violent. He shoved himself up into you, panting and moaning your name while he got you over the hills of your scream-filled orgasm. "Where do you want me to cum, doll~?" He growled during the last remaining seconds of his powerful fucking.

"In me~," You begged, wanting to feel him fill you up like the slut you are this time, and you were glad to see that he was happy to oblige. The next thing you knew, you felt strings of hot seed filling your walls and painting you white. That whiteness seeped down your thighs and dripped onto the car seat. The hot stink of sex filled the car and it got to the point where the driver cracked a window, once you two were finished.

Hot damn... you're going to have to make bets with Taika more often...

[toldbymae]

𝐆 𝐑 𝐀 𝐕 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 ~ 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐮

C H A P T E R  O N E: BEGIN AGAIN

Fandom; Choices stories you play

Pairings; Ethan Ramsey x Mc (Lucky-Rae Longford)

Summary; Emotions are the luxury you can’t afford as a Doctor, consider this something Ethan Ramsey learned early. When the sun sets, all hope seems lost. That is, until a wide-eyed young intern tumbles, quite literally, into his life and the sun has never shined brighter. 

Warnings; Swearing, Graphic descriptions of injury, Alcohol consumption, NSFW, Character death, Violence, Mentions of stillbirth, Physical abuse.

Word Count; 1.4k (1,467 including this and the above.)

Author Note; This story is an au and starts at the beginning of open heart book one. The storyline won't entirely be the same, some aspects will change eg; Miss Martinez won't end up dying because of mc...instead it'll be because of someone else. In this story, you’ll hate Landry even more.

𝗚𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆; 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘀.

Enjoy!

LUCKY-RAE

After a six and a half hour flight, Lucky got off the plane and made her way through security, grabbing her suitcase and making her way through the crowd of loud and rowdy people. Most of them wore a smile, running into the arms of friends and family, while others were crying and watching as they bid goodbye.

Life is something precious.

It's strong and yet, it's so fragile and easy to take away.

The automatic doors opened and, almost instantly, she was hit with golden rays of the sun. Boston, she smiled and began venturing down the street.

Lucky couldn't wipe the irreplaceable smile off her face, nor did she want to. This is going to be the start of something new. Something good. Something...unimaginable.

The sudden vibration of her phone drew the redhead from her thoughts as she hastily grabbed it out of her pocket.

Landlord guy; 27 Ilford terrace, be there at 3 pm and I'll give you your keys. NO LATER.

Lucky; Sure thing

She tucked her phone safely back in her front pocket and called for a taxi, told him the destination she was heading to, and sat comfortably in the back seat, after putting her luggage in the boot, with the much-needed assistance of the driver.

25 minutes.

The car set off and Lucky leaned her head against the window, watching everything pass her by.

A smile crept back onto her face.

It's happening, it's finally happening. All these years of dreaming, believing, and working hard have led her to where she is right now, where she will be in the future.

Edenbrook Hospital, one of, if not the most, prestigious in the country. Widely known for its efficient and dedicated health care and team.

It hadn't always been her dream to work there, nevertheless, Lucky was determined now more than ever, not to allow the past to cloud her judgment or decisions.

All the people she'd save...all the people she'd be able to help...and those who she can't save...

Seconds descended into minutes which soon felt like hours and the taxi pulled up outside her new home. She thanked him, paid, and dragged her suitcase behind her as she walked up the steps and patiently waited for her landlord to arrive. She spotted him making his way down the road, wearing a blue shirt and loose-fitting black trousers.

"It's nice to finally meet you in person Mister...."

"Just call me Farley." He said delving his hand into his over-sized pocket and fishing for the keys.

"Thank you, I promise to take good care of the property...Mister Farley."

He laughed, "I know you lot will."

She paused, you lot. But there's only one of her...

"What did you mean?" She asked.

"Oh..." He laughed again, "Go inside and you'll see, Doc."

And she did. She unlocked the door and trekked up the stairs and wished there was a lift.

Lucky's breath was instantly taken away. The view was simply spectacular, the apartment was spacious, too spacious.

"This isn't all for me, is it?"

"Turns out you really are as smart as you look." He retorted, turning his head and pointing out all the other bedrooms which would be accommodating other people. Lucky shifted uncomfortably.

"Don't worry." He reassured, "I'm sure you'll get along with them just fine." Without another word, Farley departed leaving Lucky alone.

Her momentary peace was interrupted at the sound of voices and the door flying open. Five people walked in, luggage trailing after them, and meek smiles.

"He really wasn't lying..." Someone moaned, a slim and tall man with wild curly, hazel nut-brown hair, with baby blue eyes.

"I got one can't wait!" The voice of a short, brunette squeaked, smiling from ear to ear. Lucky couldn't tell whether or not she was being genuine.

"What are the odds of us all Woking at ED?" Another woman rolls her eyes and makes her way into the kitchen and raids the fridge.

"Well...I guess I should introduce myself?" The uncertainty in her voice caused Lucky to internally cringe.

"Lucky." She extends out her hand and the small girl, no taller than her, shakes it.

"I call dibs on the largest room." Says the girl whose name Lucky is yet to know, who is currently stuffing her face with a chocolate bar, "I'm Jackie, that's Sienna, Elijah, and Landry."

"Pleasure to meet you." Lucky replies. Sienna smiles at her, "I think we're gonna get along just great and I love your voice, are you, Welsh?"

"Irish, from Killarney."

"Well, is anyone hungry might as well order something." Elijah says getting his phone and looking up nearby takeaway restaurants.

Hours of talking and unpacking later, the interns sat at the table eating pizza and watching TV, feeling nothing except mixture exhaustion and relaxation.

"There's this bar down the road called Donahue’s, wanna go?” Jackie suggests, earning the attention of her new fellow roommates.

Landry shrugged, “I mean I don’t mind...but we’ve orientation tomorrow so...let’s not drinking too much.”

“Alright, let's go.”

...

ETHAN

The bar was still and quiet as the diagnostician drank the last of his whiskey and motioned for the bartender, his long time friend Reggie, to get him another.

"You sure you want another?" Reggie asks, hesitant.

Ethan almost instantly nods and the sound of voices filling the once empty bar drew him from his thoughts.

One in particular caught his eye.

Her laugh sounded like a melody he could listen to every day.

Her eyes, glassy, pure, and ruby green. So beautiful and mesmerizing.

Her hair, long, curly, and auburn shade of red.

Her freckles, as golden as the sun, spread across her face like stars in a midnight sky.

Ethan forced himself to turn away, unable to get the image of her out of his head.

He wouldn't see her again.

Or her dark red lips, so kissable.

He drank the remainder of his drink and decided to call it a night, much to Reggie's relief.

From the corner of his sky blue eyes, he sees her stumbling and about to fall, glass in hand. He catches her just in time and she smiles and drunkenly laughs, before throwing up a river on his green jacket and white top. Ethan sighs and helps her walk over to the nearest booth and sits her down.

“Shit...” She says, “I’m such a lightweight. Sorry, I uh...you know.” Her eyes dart to the ground and her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get you some water.” Ethan walks over to the bar and Reggie gives him a bottle of water, he opens the bottle and passes it to her. Lucky smiles gratefully and drinks it.

“You're a lifesaver...sorry again about your-

“It’s fine, really.”

A hesitant silence falls upon them until Lucky speaks, “I’m not usually like this.”

“I’m really, really, really nervous about tomorrow...”

“What’s tomorrow?” He asks.

“My intern orientation at Edenbook Hospital. Have you heard of it?”

“Yeah, I certainly have. I don’t think you have anything to be nervous about. You're going there for a reason, remember that.”

“...You know exactly what to say. I like that.”

He sits down opposite her, properly able to see her golden freckles in the soft and warm glow of the light.

“I haven’t asked.” He began, “What’s your name?”

She laughs, playfully slapping his knee, “My parents named me something, like, super weird...don’t go laughing okay?”

“You have my word.”

“Lucky. Lucky-Rae to be exact.”

...

The following morning felt like a complete nightmare. Ethan was in the shower and for once, not even lukewarm water could calm him down.

He dreamed about her.

What was wrong with him?

Every time he closed his eyes, he imagined her long red hair tickling his skin as her lips pressed tantalizingly against his flesh, traveling lower and lower...

His eyes darted upwards at the clock and the time was five minutes past six. Ethan didn't bother wrapping a towel around himself and turned the shower head off before getting dressed and making his way to work.

The traffic was even more so annoying than usual.

Cars sped past him and all could hear were the screams of the couple arguing in the car in front and a baby crying in the car behind. Ethan resisted the overwhelming urge to gouge his ears out. Half an hour passed and Ethan was walking in the hallways of Edenbrook, watching the nurses organize patient files.

An hour later the interns arrived and the hospital wasn’t silent anymore. A sudden commotion corrupted, he turns his head and a woman has collapsed and isn’t moving. Without another thought, he rushed over and ushered for space.

Ethan looked around and noticed an intern rushing over, long red hair, dark green eyes...golden freckles. As if this day could get any worse.

[timjohn5]

Freezing Moon - cap 3  Finally Finland FLASHBACK DEAD ON The day after my dream with Øystein I got up early from bed, I had my breakfast and I put on a simple clothes to stay in the same house. I figured I'd fix my bookcase. I walk into the living room and downstairs in front of the bookcase and there I stare at it for minutes before finally sitting on the floor and picking up a book that Øystein had given me days before that happened. The clock above my head was ticking, ticking and it kind of irritated me more than I'd ignore. I take some money bills from my pocket, from my sweatpants, and put them into the book and then return it to its place on the shelf. I'm taken from my daydreams when I see an envelope being placed under the door. I hurry up and pick up the envelope I had known so well these past few months. I open the envelope that in its verse contained my name, my address and a postage stamp from Norway. When I open the letter and smooth the white sheet I see written: "In 1990 a captain is brutally abandoned on an island. He stayed there for awful 3 years. He would rip his deer's neck and drink his blood thirsty until there was nothing more vital in the animal. The captain after these years was saved by chance by fishermen who went to the island behind treasures. Some are lucky. When brought back to his hometown, he was arrested and without conditions of freedom. " That was all there was in the note. I automatically close the letter and place it with envelope inside my bedside table along with the more than 200 letters with these messages. FLASHBACK DEAD OFF Euronymous packed his suitcase while I was lying on his sofa studying for an important test. He throws himself at my side putting the suitcase on the floor and hugs me as he can because of my position. He was properly changed and ready to leave the house, but before he wanted to say goodbye to me. "I'll miss you by the time I'm out." - He says holding me tight. "It's just one night and you'll be back soon." I answer without looking at him. "What will you do until I get back?" "I do not know, maybe I'll be right here." Maybe I'll go for a walk in the woods, see the moon. I like the moon you know it. Or I can do a review of my stories. - I can quit if you want. I can say that I am terribly ill and could not travel. Øystein says giving a kiss to my back. - For Euronymous drama is just one night. Just go before I kick you out! - I'll call you tonight. - OK Alright. - I answer and he makes a warm affection in my ear before getting up and picking up his suitcase. "Have a lot of fun over there." - It's a meeting about things found at sea ... I'm anxious. ... The morning after your trip I go to the library early to find out what is so interesting about the excavations in Finland. I was distracted reading a book about the country that did not notice the arrival of a boy right in front of me who sat down putting his backpack on his side and staring at me. - Finland? - the kid asks smiling at me as I notice the book I was holding. "Yes Finland," I say, smiling, and he seems to know the country. - That's awesome. "Then he gets up and leaves without another word. I thought it strange, but I do not say anything. A day later in Øystein's apartment, he had returned and I was now in his shower while he packed his bags for the trip to Finland. I lathered as he paced back and forth taking things to pack. "I brought things for the trip to Finland. Repellent against the insects that have too much there ... cold clothes because it's very cold there like here. Some food because I do not know what's in the restaurants there. "Euronymous walks into the bathroom and sneezes at the stinking repellent on me and walks back into the living room. - And your meeting like it was love. I say taking the foam out of my eyes. "It was wonderful and everyone was thrilled with me there. He said happy. - Look, look at these things and see if you like something you have here. We can venture out there and do wonders in those two weeks. Do you have hiking boots on the mountain? Øystein looked like a grown child running around with things in his hands. I finish my bath and dry myself by wrapping the towel around my waist and moving to the living room. He was wearing a long black fur coat in his hands. Hiking boots on the mountain? I say and he smoothes his coat. "This is important for us to walk through. It is full of mountains and does not walk to dead tennis. Wear this, my love! I put on the jacket and it was really very warm and soft. He finishes helping me with his coat and looks at me satisfied. As I turn to look in the mirror Øystein grabs me from behind smiling at my ear causing me to shiver with pleasure. - That's for when you're wet. - He says by running his tongue over the earlobe. "He would thank me, I swear." Did you bring dollars and Norwegian money with you? "Yes, everything is stored in my bag." I say kissing his mouth. My tongue asking for passage he granted very willingly. "Did you work hard while I was gone?" - Euronymous asks as he returns to his duties and I use to dry my wet hair. - Yes a little, not much ... I met someone very enthusiastic about Finland, but he disappeared. - Ah !? It is and who would it be? Øystein asks, and then I sense a moment of risk. His, jealous knocked on the door and he could barely disguise. - Someone in the second year. I say, leaning on the kitchen table after I finish drying my hair with the towel. Lauri approached me in the library. That does not bother you, does it? - No way. - He speaks the most I see that bothered him. - It matters ... - Toothpaste, brushes, socks ... -Ah! Opportunity appeared then ... I think we should be honest and sincere with each other. "I'm closer to him than he's bent, still packing the suitcase." I try to kiss his neck and then I'm hit with a punch that hits my mouth. Tombo to the side the sooner I recover, placing the hand on the face with the impact. Øystein might be soft, but he was too strong for his size. I go to him and we fall to the ground rolling on all sides. Soon he can hold me by holding my neck. Euronymous rolls around reversing our positions and realizes the mistake he made. He comes off me, rolling to the side and lying on the cold floor of the house. We spent a few minutes recovering our breath ... "Should I have left you uncertain?" Øystein is breathing deeply, and even as he lies down, he looks at me from the corner of his eye. "I do not think I should have told you my feelings." Sorry he sits down beside me putting his hands on his face and I realize that I had provoked him and resulted in that punch. I try to fondle her on the back, but he pulls my hands away and then gets up from the floor. A day later and I do my last tests in the college, leaving that day of the aggression aside. I struggled to continue to love Øystein Aarseth, but the things between us were cooling down gradually ... What I most wanted to do was to go to Finland with Øystein. I could not, hurt him. ... Finally the big day arrived and after a few hours by plane, we arrived in Finland. We got off the plane and soon a car was waiting for us with a super redhead woman driving and talking some instructions to us. - 2000 km of pure ice on all sides ... Water in the rooms of the ship. The only entrance and exit is by air or sea. This road starts from this side and ends where I'm going to leave them to catch the ship. - The woman said without stopping looking at us in the rearview mirror of the car. "Look how magnificent, a road that leads nowhere, great, Øystein! Euronymous does not answer me I turn to the other side watching the mountains in front of us in the distance covered with ice and the moon wanting to appear in the middle of the mountains. When we get to the hotel the car is parked and we get off getting our bags and entering the luxurious five star hotel. - Good morning gentlemen. - Says the guy who carries the bags displaying that smile that to me was more false than it appeared. - Welcome to Sweet Dreems! - Hello, gentlemen, I hope you enjoy your stay in our hotel. Can I see your reservation? The receptionist says. "Ah yes, I have reservations in the name of Øystein Aarseth. - Euronymous says handing in his hotel card and his credit card. I watched as the attendant looked at the computer monitor. The hotel was beautiful and seemed to be the most luxurious in the area. The walls were white, hospital-colored, with turquoise details and a few other decorations like vases and paintings on the central wall of the hall. I leave my reveries after Øystein registers and his reservation is accepted. We went to the room and soon the baggage handler came behind us. We entered the most beautiful and expensive room I have ever had the pleasure to put my eyes on. As at the entrance the walls were white with turquoise accents and an E-N-O-R-M-E double bed in the center of the room, next to a minifrigobar. I make a point of opening and there I find two bottles of rosé wine Wongraven Senza compromesso. After opening a bottle of those I picked up a cup that was above my head in a type of cup holder. I fill two cups delivering one, to Øystein after he finishes taking off his black fur coat as well. I hold the cup to him who grabs it and gives it a generous sip. I get excited and take a long drink too, savoring that delicious wine. - Here's a nice view. - I say excited for Øystein. - Yes, you do. There was a change in plans. Øystein says, picking up his small personal hygiene bag and taking it to the bathroom. I sit on the bed and pull out my suitcase, too. - How do you change the plans? Why this now. "I'm just packing my things in the hotel wardrobes. - A speaker decided not to appear and this will make things a bit difficult. - He gave up what? - Of the whole trip, he just had not seen. Øystein says, returning to his room. - And the next cruise is tomorrow so I'll have to repay it. "How many days had she been gone?" I ask him already irritated. I think about five days. Øystein speaks softly. He did not want me to get angry, but it was too late. - Fuck who gave five fucking days? Why did not you tell me this before? I ask, picking up the bottle and drinking almost the whole of it in one swallow. "I'm sorry I only knew it now. I got a message and I can not say no. You are an important customer. They were desperate, I could not say do not forgive me. "I can not believe this, Øystein. You bring me here and I come from all the goodwill of the world and it was to spend these weeks together and now you do FUCK. "I'm already out of bed, getting out of bed." "You can not leave me here alone in this end of the world that I do not even know. I already know! I'm going with you on this cruise. - Can not. It has no place because it is already complete. You can have fun if you stay here. Go take a walk, look at the shops in this town and I'll be back soon. Euronymous approaches me and gives me a kiss on the mouth. I try to push him away sooner to the sweet taste of the wine that is on his lips. After the moment of anger passed, I stared at Øystein and without blinking, he ran his hand over my ass and said I was drooling. He told me to turn around, and I saw him lying on the bed, naked and with his cock as hard as an iron rod. I was excited and shaken. - Come here! - He said. - Not! I said yes. Ah! Yeah, are you going to make it sweet now? I know you do. Let's enjoy it while I'm here and after I come back yes we'll enjoy the city together my love. Come on, give a suck here! - He said smiling with ease and debauchery. Trembling, red with rage, and dying with excitement, I still tried to resist saying that it was wrong for him to lie to me. Øystein stood up, took my hand, without my denying it, and set it firmly on his huge limb. I tried to pull it off, however, and he held it tightly over his hard throbbing cock. Then he let go, and I kept holding on and massaging slowly. He told me to kneel down and put his cock in my mouth. I sucked with a huge hunger, swallowing everything, despite the size and thickness I always took care of the message and he enjoyed happy. He told me to lie face down on the two pillows that were luxuriously placed on the bed so that my butt would be in position for him to penetrate me. Then he opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a lube, had me put it on his cock, passed my entrance, and walked in very slowly. We took a lot of time in that mete, it gets hot, even because I cried, moaned and screamed horny. Minutes after he started penetrating, I already had spasms through my body. For a full time sex of variations of positions and places without leaving the suite. It was a wonderful and unforgettable evening. Even in bed, in the whirlpool, in the carpet of the small room and in the shower. In the end, it was past 11 pm. I confess that the excitement I felt was unimaginable. I entered so hard in an orgasm that I enjoyed without touching my limb. Øystein gave me a pleasure that no other woman could give me. And while I enjoyed, moaned, and shouted calling for him with every thrust, he thrust harder and moaned with pleasure as well. After minutes he enjoys in my interior and enjoy dirtying the bed of red sheet. We ended up sleeping in a hug. The next morning I found myself standing in front of the wharf where the ship of the Øystein cruise ship would leave. I was leaning against a railing when he appeared smiling and leaning there beside me. "How do you feel today, my love?" He asks, smiling at me. "Well, I'm fine, even though I'm still mad at you, but I'm fine. I say kissing his nose. "Here, take this while I'm gone. It had served you more now than it did me. - Euronymous extends his black leather jacket. This jacket was the one he never took from his body. It looked like he had been born stuck in it. Finally he would give that jacket to me. I take it from his hands and he gives me one more passionate kiss before turning his back and heading towards the ship and hop on board.