#it was like it synced with my heartbeat and i felt it in my SOUL

[shadowwolf146]

Just had my first VIP switchfoot concert!!!! Worth every penny to be up close to the stage! Even if I wish the vip went longer/we got to ask more questions, there were a lot of people so I get why not. Still I had the BEST time!! When they come back here again I'm gonna go for sure!!! I'll post pics tomorrow I gotta go to bed lol

[biloverd]

🤍

3 with Billie please

Got a bit carried away… Hope you like it!🫶 Also english isn’t my native language so even though i proofread this it might not be perfect so, sorry for that☹️ Also kinda hate this

billie eilish x fem!reader

warnings: smut domtop!billie subbottom!reader

You and Billie had broken up 2 months ago, everything has just gotten too much for the both of you and a mutual agreement was made to end things. You guys ended on good terms which is never a good idea.

"You're looking good," she said, her voice barely carrying over the din of the party. The lights were low, the music loud, a typical Friday night at Quen’s place. She was a mutual friend, the kind who never took sides, even when the breakup had left everyone else is picking theirs.

You nodded, a tight smile playing at the corners of your lips. "You too," you managed, eyes lingering on Billie's black tank top and baggy jeans. It had been months since you’ve seen each other. Time had a way of changing people, but Billie looked as though she hadn't changed a bit. The same messy hair, the same piercing gaze that could cut through the noise and into their soul.

You both took a swig from your drinks, the cold liquid doing little to ease the heat rising in your chests. The air had tension, the kind that comes from unresolved feelings and unspoken words. The room felt like it was spinning around you, the laughter and chatter of the party fading into the background. You leaned closer, the scent of Billie’s perfume hitting you like a wave, and for a moment, you were back in your old apartment, the two of you tangled up in your bed.

"Come with me," Billie whispered, her hand brushing against your wrist, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. You didn't need to ask where she was leading; you just followed, your body acting on instinct alone. The hallway was a blur of shadows and colored lights, the bass of the music thumping through the walls like a heartbeat. She pushed open a door and you stumbled into a random bedroom, the door clicking shut behind you.

The room was dimly lit by the glow of a lava lamp, casting a warm, pulsing light over the unmade bed. The walls were plastered with band posters, but none of it mattered. Your eyes were only for Billie, the way she looked at you with a hunger that mirrored your own. The room spun as she stepped closer, and your breath caught in your throat as her hand reached up to trace the line of your jaw. Your heart hammered in your chest, a wild drumbeat echoing the music outside.

Her fingers lingered on your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "We shouldn’t so this, but i just… I need you." she murmured, her voice thick with desire. You nodded, unable to form words but knowing exactly what she means, as she leaned in to press a gentle kiss against your lips. The taste of her was like a forgotten melody, sweet and familiar. “Fuck” She murmurs as you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body meld into yours. Your hands found the hem of her tank top, lifting it to reveal the smooth, pale skin beneath. Your fingertips grazed the softness of her stomach, making her gasp into your mouth.

The music outside became a distant murmur as you two became the only sound in the room. You could feel the rhythm of her breath sync with yours, the pounding of your hearts in time with the bass that thrummed through the floor. Her hands slid under your shirt, her nails scraping against your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You broke the kiss to catch your breath, only to find you staring into her piercing blue eyes, searching for answers to questions you didn't want to ask.

Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip, and you felt a shiver of anticipation. "I don't want to stop," she whispered, and you knew what she meant. You didn't either. The whiskey had lowered your inhibitions, but it was the raw, unspoken longing that made you crave her touch more than anything. You stepped closer, pressing your body against hers, feeling the warmth and softness that you had missed for so long. Your hands found the button of her jeans, fumbling slightly with the zipper before sliding them down her legs.

Billie's eyes never left yours as she stepped out of her shoes and allowed you to guide her onto the bed. You followed, hovering over her, feeling the mattress dip beneath your weight. You took a deep breath, inhaling her scent, feeling the heat between your legs grow stronger. You leaned down, capturing her mouth again in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. Your teeth grazed her bottom lip, and she let out a soft moan, arching her back to press her breasts against yours.

Her hands reached for the hem of your top, her nails scraping gently against your skin as she lifted it over your head. The cool air of the room kissed your bare skin, making you shiver. You felt her eyes on you, drinking in every inch of your body. You were self-conscious for a moment, but the hunger in her gaze washed away any doubt. She was yours, just for this moment, and you were going to savor it.

Your lips found hers again, more urgent this time, as your hands roamed over her body. You felt her breasts, the soft mounds filling your palms, her nipples hardening at your touch. She gasped into your mouth, and you knew she was just as lost in the sensation as you were. Your kisses grew deeper, more demanding, as your tongue danced with hers. The taste of her was intoxicating, a drug that you had gone too long without.

With a growl of desire, Billie flipped you onto your back, her body straddling yours. Her hands slid down to your waistband, deftly unhooking it and sliding your pants and the slutty thong you were wearing off. She leaned over you, her hair a dark curtain that blocked out the rest of the world. You could feel her breath against your skin, hot and desperate as she unhooks your bra. "I missed you so much" she repeated, her voice a low, throbbing murmur that shoot sparks to your core.

Her fingers trailed down your stomach, teasing the softness of your belly before dipping lower. You gasped as her hand found your wetness, her touch gentle but firm. She stroked your clit in slow, deliberate circles, watching your face as the pleasure built within you. You felt the pressure of her thumb as she applied just the right amount of pressure, making your hips jerk involuntarily. Your nails dug into the bedsheets, the fabric bunching in your fists.

You reached for her, desperate to feel her skin against yours. Your hands found the back of her neck, pulling her down for another kiss. This time, it was all passion and need, a silent confession of all the feelings you had pushed down since your breakup. Your tongues collided, the taste of alcohol on her breath mixing with the sweetness of her mouth. You felt her other hand slide up your thigh, the smoothness of her skin against yours making you shiver with desire.

Her fingers slid further down, parting your folds, and you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. The sensation was almost too much, your body responding to her touch as though it had been waiting for this moment. She explored you with a confidence that sent waves of pleasure through you, her thumb circling your clit as she slipped a finger inside. You were so wet, so ready for her.

Your hips rocked against her hand, seeking more, and she gave it to you, adding a second finger and curling them upward, hitting that spot that always made your toes curl. Your breaths grew ragged, your moans louder, as she pumped her fingers in and out of you with an agonizingly slow rhythm.

"You're so wet for me," Billie murmured, her voice a sweet, filthy symphony in your ear. "Tell me how much you've missed this." Her words were a gentle coax, a soft caress against the storm of sensation building inside you. You couldn't form coherent sentences, so you just nodded and manager to babble something about how much youve missed her. Your breath hitching as she picked up the pace.

"I've missed you, baby," she whispered, her thumb circling your clit in a way that made your vision swim. "Missed your sweet pussy, missed the way you taste, missed making you come." Her voice was a soothing lullaby of dirty words, each one sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. You moaned in response, your body arching off the bed.

Her mouth found your neck, kissing and biting softly as her fingers continued to play you like an instrument. The room was a haze of colored lights and heavy breathing, the scent of lust thick in the air. You felt your orgasm building, a tight coil in your belly that threatened to snap at any moment. You clutched at her, your nails digging into her back, begging for release. “Fuck bils… please”

Billie’s other hand slid up to cup your breast, her thumb teasing the peak. She pinched your nipple gently, rolling it between her fingers as she watched your reaction, a smug smile playing on her lips. You moaned louder, the dual sensations pushing you closer to the edge. You felt your muscles tighten around her fingers, your body begging for more, for that sweet release that only she could give you.

"Come for me," Billie breathed, her eyes never leaving yours. The command sent a bolt of electricity straight to your clit, making you whine with need. You nodded frantically, your eyes fluttering shut as you focused on the feeling of her hand working you, her thumb pressing into your G-spot, her thumb rubbing circles around your clit. Your hips bucked up to meet her, your body desperate for the crescendo.

And then it hit you, the orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You cried out, your back arching off the bed, as your pussy clenched around her fingers. The room spun, colors flashing behind your eyelids. Her name was a chant on your lips, a prayer of thanks for the pleasure she had given you. You felt her smile against your neck, her kisses gentle as the aftershocks of your climax rolled through you.

When the world came back into focus, Billie was still there, her eyes on yours, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Missed this," she murmured again, her voice filled with satisfaction. You couldn't help but nod, the words sticking in your throat. “Missed you.” The silence between you was heavy, filled with the echoes of what had just happened.

decided to treat you guys with less talking and more freakiness… thank you guys for reading!👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

[gublernatural]

Security ✿ Aaron Hotchner

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸 READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this.

♡ SUMMARY: reader calls aaron just as he arrives home from a case, needing a savior in her own home. aka baked goodies part 4

♡ WARNINGS: reader has the flu, criminal minds-esque violence, mentions of haley and her death, reader takes medicine for the flu and eats a frozen croissant and i do not wish to offend the French, not edited but when is my stuff ever?

𖤣 Part one here! 𖥧 Part two here! 𖡼 Part three here! ⚘

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

The flu. Of course, just as winter was finally wrapping up, your sniffles start and your throat starts to burn. The cold was no longer nipping at your nose, but you were still shivering at night. The fever you’d started a day ago didn’t feel like it was going away any time soon, so you’d decided to head to the urgent care a few minutes away.

The doctor had been surprised when your flu test came back positive, considering it was late march. “You’re probably the last positive we’ll get until thanksgiving time,” he had remarked as he signed the prescription for you. With a sigh, you made your way to the check out counter, got your prescription and headed to your car. You barely got your key in the ignition when your phone stayed to ring.

“Hi honey,” Aaron’s whisper filled your car as your phone connected via bluetooth. “Hi baby,” you mustered up all of the energy you had to coo at him, wanting to match his energy. He knew you weren’t feeling the best, so any energy you could give him was enough.

You swore he could feel the things you felt sometimes. You knew there was science backing the idea that your heartbeats could sync up, but this was a whole different level. Aaron knew you in ways no one else did, and no one else ever would. You’d been together for almost six months now, and you could very easily picture a lifetime with him. It was almost as if your souls were tied together, creating the most beautiful knot you’d ever seen. One that could only be named love.

“Feeling any better?” His voice was gentle, but you could tell he was keeping quiet. He was probably still in the Chicago Precinct, finishing up a very gruesome case. “I am now that I’m talking to you,” you flirted before breaking into a coughing fit. Your cover was blown. “Are you driving?” Aaron asks, ignoring your flirtation. “I have to get home, Aaron.” You were too tired for his overprotectiveness.

Once again changing the subject, he asks the million dollar question, “What did the doctor say?”

You winced at some dickhead behind you beeping at the car next to you as you answered, “The flu, he gave me some medicine.” You heard Aaron let out a sigh on the other side, “It’s spring time,” he declared, just as puzzled as you were. “I know, that’s what I said.”

“I’m sorry, honey.” You knew that would be his response. There’s nothing he can do but wish you well from about 11 hours away. He wished he could hop on the jet and come home to cuddle the virus out of you. But he couldn’t. He was here, in Chicago, catching evil criminals, and you were back home. You didn’t answer his sentiment, instead opting to sit in comfortable silence on the phone with you. He was alone in the conference room, mapping out similarities from the victims, so he put his phone on speaker and got back to work.

This was a comforting action for Aaron. It gave him some sort of peace he was always seeking when he was away on cases. The hairs on the back of his neck lowered and the pit in his stomach closed. Just a little bit, but the pit closed some.

A few minutes later, you were pulling into your driveway. You couldn’t help but peek out of your rear view mirror. It was as dramatic as a romance movie, the way you longingly looked at Aaron’s home, as if your gaze could spawn him in his front yard.

“Hey Aar,” You said, unable to hide how tired you were, “I’m home.” You couldn’t see but Aaron nodded, knowing that meant you were about to hang up. “Get some rest, please. And don’t forget your medicine.”

“I’m going to bed as soon as I get in the door. You don’t have to worry about me, I promise.” You switched your phone to speaker, disconnecting it from the car and turning the car off. “I’m still going to worry,” Aaron guaranteed. “I know, but try to not.”With a sigh, he agreed“I can do that, I love you.”

Saying “I love you” was something that came had come unexpectedly easy to Aaron. He’d thought after all of the loss he’d faced of people he loved, there would be a hesitancy, a fear that he’d buried somewhere dark and deep. But it wasn’t. It came easy and truthfully, just as being in love with you did.

It was surprising to you how often, how delicately, and how meaningfully Aaron said it. It carried so much weight when he said it, it was a promise every single time. A promise to be there to say it again and again, a promise to fight through whatever awful things are thrown at him to be the best version of himself for you, a promise to be there for you, a promise to be the man you deserve.

Aaron Hotchner was a serious man, always had been and always will be. But he’s especially serious about the people he loves, you and Jack the most.

“I love you too, goodnight.” You joked as you stepped into your home. “Goodnight, get some rest.” Aaron was smiling as he hung up.

You’re not sure how long you slept. It had to have been a few hours, considering it was dark when you woke up. Your head was pounding and and your stomach was rumbling.

You slowly dragged yourself out of bed, fighting through the deep ache in your bones. You couldn’t understand why you were both hot and cold at the same time, or why the ringing in your ears wouldn’t go away. You, despite all of the rest you’d gotten, were feeling about a thousand times worse than you were yesterday.

You stopped at your sock drawer, pulling out the thickest, fuzziest pair you could find, before hobbling down to the kitchen. You’d just gone grocery shopping, so you were sure there was something you could throw into the microwave.

As you rummaged through your fridge like an injured raccoon, your phone buzzed from its spot on the couch, where you’d tossed it after you came in. A text of Aaron lit up the screen, ‘Just got back to the precinct. We just have to fill out some paperwork and then we’ll be on the jet home. See you soon.’ it read.

After taking a few, small bites of the frozen croissant you’d found in the back of your freezer, you responded to Aaron’s text with a simple ‘be safe, love u’, energy level matching what you were currently feeling.

Then you headed back up to bed. There was some kind of uneasiness flowing through your veins, so you pulled up some mindless video to help you relax. You were sure it was just the medicine making you a little queasy, so you did your best to relax so you could sleep away the pounding in your head.

It took a while, about two and a half youtube video essays, but you did slowly drift off into an uncomfortable slumber.

Once again, you were unsure of how long you’d been asleep. You felt groggy, as if you could use a few more hours to truly feel good, even with the flu. You weren’t sure what woke you up, however.

It was dark out, so you reached for your phone to see if Aaron had made it home. ‘2:36’, the screen that was entirely too bright read. You signed, swiping down on your screen to show your notifications. A text from Aaron 35 minutes ago read, “Just got in the door. I bet you’re asleep, give me a call when you wake up. I’ll be up for a while.”

Every muscle in your body hurt, you pushed through for just 13 of them to form a smile at his care of you.

Just as your hand hovered over the call button on his contact, you heard your front door swing open with a bang.

Your head immediately perked up. You inched your way back toward headboard, trying to put yourself in a position as far away from the sound as possible.

Your breathing stopped as you listened. “Hurry the fuck up, we got two more to go to tonight.” You heard an unfamiliar voice call out. It was obvious they were trying to be quiet, albeit unsuccessfully.

Without hesitation, your finger hit the call button. It rang twice before Aaron’s groggy voice was coming through the receiver, “Hey honey, how are you-”

You cut him off with a desperate whisper of his name, “Aaron,” He was stricken with worry immediately. You were sick, so sick. You’d been running almost a 103 degree forever. Despite your medicine, there was no way you’d be able to speak with such conviction in your voice already.

“Aaron,” you repeated with as you squeezed your eyes shut, “Someone’s here.”

Aaron’s heart stopped in his chest. The last time someone entered the house of a person he loved, they never came back out of it. Haley’s last moments alive were spent with someone who was in her house when he shouldn’t have been. And now that was happening to you.

“Where?” Aaron asked as he shuffled around, moving to his gun safe. He quickly input the code, checked the safety and began to make his way to your house. He could hear Jackson barking in the background, doing his best to protect you.

You heard a crash somewhere downstairs, and decided you couldn’t sit anymore. Faster than someone with the flu should be able to, you stood up to move to the bathroom attached to bedroom.

“They’re downstairs, please hurry.” He could hear the fear in your voice, the way you were choking back tears. Jackson’s bark was getting progressively louder had Aaron’s heart speeding up.

Aaron didn’t answer as he approached the door. His end of the call went silent, before you heard your door crash open again. “FBI,” his loud voice boomed through the house. Even Jackson paused at that, standing with his fur perked up and his eyes focused on the door.

Aaron then yelled and you could tell it was directed towards you, “Call the police!”

You did as you were told, hanging up the phone call to dial 911. You quickly explained the situation and gave your address to the dispatcher. You told her that Aaron was here, he was an FBI agent, he was seemingly making sure the intruders weren’t leaving, and to please, please, please, not let him get hurt.

Her calming voice assured her that she wouldn’t.

You sat on the bathroom floor, shaking, running your hands through Jackson’s fur as you waited for the police to arrive. You wished Aaron could handle it. That he had the power to arrest them and it could all be over. But he didn’t, so you were stuck here, waiting, shaking.

It felt like an eternity, but was probably twenty minutes, but you heard the sirens as they pulled up. Once the cops were in the door, Aaron informed them of what was going on, and then made a beeline to your room. The door was still shut from when you went to bed, but not locked. Aaron decided to lecture you later.

His eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room as Jackson creeped out. Aaron gave him a few pats before following where he’d came from.

“Aaron,” he heard your tired voice call out. You were definitely crying, even if you hadn’t noticed it yet. “It’s me, honey,” he answered, finally finding you in the dark. He sat down next to you on the cold tile. He pulled you into his chest, completely enveloping you in nothing but Aaron.

You pressed your ear against his chest, searching for his heartbeat. You could hear how fast it was beating. The sound started to calm you down. As the adrenaline stopping running through you, the illness started to re-emerge.

Aaron didn’t speak as he held you. He held you until you stopped crying. He held you until your breathing evened out. He held you until you stopped shaking. He held you as Jackson curled up at your feet, also trying to protect you.

Ten minutes, then twenty minutes passed, then Aaron lost track of time. Still, he held you close with one arm, and gently combed his fingers through your hair with the other.

“You awake?” He whispered. “Mhm,” you replied. “Let’s go walk around the house.” Your eyebrows furrowed at his request. That was the last thing you wanted to do right now. Your bones hurt and you were scared of what could be lurking in the dark of your house.

“You won’t feel safe unless you know it’s clear.” You shook your head against him. “I won’t feel safe if you leave.” You promised him. Every word was true. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You knew every word of that was true, too.

“Can we go to your house tonight?” Somehow, you were even quieter. “Of course.”

Aaron moved to get up. He stepped over to flick on the lights and then help you up. You tried to ignore how lightheaded the shift in position made you feel, but stumbled as you got up. Aaron reached out, once again protecting you.

“Jackson’s not going to like being alone,” You sighed, with sad eyes. You didn’t want to leave him, but you weren’t going to feel safe. Against every part of his body wanting to tell you he’s just a dog and that’d he be okay, Aaron found himself saying, “He can come, too.”

“You don’t want dogs in your house.” You recalled the countless times Aaron complained about the dog hair. “I’ll make an exception tonight, you’re sick.” He justified. He could feel your body relax in his arms. With Aaron and Jackson by yourself, you knew you’d feel safe and secure. “Thank you, honey.” Aaron smiled at you using his favorite nickname for you.

“Well, let’s walk around and then we’ll head over.” You nod, following his lead. Aaron holds your hand as he guides you through the house, checking every nook and cranny he could think of. Jackson stayed right by your side.

As you made it to the bottom floor of the house, you could see two police cars still sitting, and two cops standing out front talking. You knew you’d have to give a statement or something eventually, but you were hoping Aaron could pull some strings due to how exhausted your body was.

“All clear,” You remark as you finish looking over the house. You’d have to replace your door handle on your front door, and your living room was in complete disarray, but you knew it’d be much worse if Aaron hadn’t come when he did. He was your savior tonight.

Aaron pulls you close again, relishing in your skin being against his. He was coming down from his own adrenaline high and all he wanted to do was hold you, so he could know that you were safe and alive, and opportunity that he didn’t have with Haley.

Something deep inside of him was gratified tonight. He knew that he could never replace Haley, that the love and the fear and the heartbreak he felt for her would always linger and would never, ever go away. But he also knew that he was a different man. He was a better man. A better father, a better lover. He knew that wherever Haley was, he was proud of the man Aaron had become. The man you helped him become.

Aaron pressed a kiss to your forehead, squeezed your shoulder, and then said, “Let’s go home.” You didn’t have to remind him about Jackson, as he moved to the closet that you kept his leash in. As if he could feel the heaviness in the air, Jackson didn’t put up an excited fight to put his leash on.

Aaron held your hand in his right, and Jackson’s leash in his left as he guided the two of you outside. You three took a few paces into the yard, before he was handing you the leash, mumbling an “I’ll be right back,” before walking to where the police were lingering.

You couldn’t hear what was going on, but you saw Aaron shake their hand after talking to them, and then he returned to your side. “They said you can go to the station in the morning to talk to them since I gave a statement. I told them you have the flu, so maybe we can get it pushed back more.” You nodded at his words, and slipped your hand back in his. Aaron ran his thumb along the soft skin of your hand as you walked across the street to his house.

Once you got inside, Aaron let you shower as he found a bowl that Jackson could drink from. The hot water helped your muscles relax, and unstuffed your nose. It felt good to be breathe for a couple minutes.

Aaron was already in bed when you made in to the room. Jackson was curled up on the floor at the end of the bed, softly snoring until you opened the door. “Come here,” Aaron gestured to the empty side of the bed. You complied and he pulled you tight against his side.

Even with the ache in your bones and burn in your throat returning, this was best you’d felt all week.

You tried your best to sleep. When that didn’t work, you tried your best to at least lay still so Aaron could sleep. When that also didn’t work, you sat up in the bed, frustrated. All you’d wanted to do all day was sleep, and now your body was still reeling from your house being broken into, so you could.

“You alright?” Aaron asked, hand moving to run along your thigh. “I can’t sleep,” You mumbled. You felt Aaron nod, before his hands slid up your body, guiding you by your torso to lay back down next to him. He pressed a kiss against your shoulder once he could reach it. “Let’s just lay here, then.”

You nodded, wiggling closer to him. His hand kept moving along your thigh, and you used it to slow your breathing down, matching it to the movement.

You weren’t sure how long you laid like that before Aaron broke the silence, “What would you think about moving in with me?” It was quiet, almost a whisper. It was easily the most timid you’d ever heard him be.

“Can Jackson come?” Aaron laughed at your response, a little less nervous than he’d previously been. “Of course,” he responded. It was quiet for a little bit as you pondered the question, before you replied, “If you talk to Jack and he’s okay with it, then I will consider it.”

Aaron nodded, know that was the best answer he could’ve received given your illness and how late it was. “Okay,” he replied, pressing one more kiss to your shoulder before laying back down next to you.

[aesteries]

 *ੈ𑁍༘⋆  ─ ❝everbloom❞ ─  jacaerys velaryon and tyrell!reader. | the unforgettable gift of a first-time lover.

❝If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.❞

WARNINGS: attempt at fluff smut, everything threatens to choke jacaerys, he needs new lungs, mentions of arranged marriages, baela and unnamed betrothed are aware, reader is from house tyrell but with no description of features other than having breasts, friends and first love to strangers, doomed, first-time sex for both of them, loss of virginity as a gift, semi-public oral (m&f), unprotected p in v, love marking, worship.

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Winter had fast approached King's Landing, the barely-felt chill seeping through the castle’s stone walls in an attempt at soothing the usual humid heat of the capital, like a faint veil compared to what it could do just a few hours on dragonback away. The days started late now and were much shorter, with a dim sun struggling to rise over the horizon on the morrow. Its sibling, the moon, chased after it as it barely reached its peak across the sky, a mocking younger brother eager to ruin its sibling. The shift of the season had brought a different effect on the family, as the usual venom underneath seemingly innocent words had been packed away with the autumn leaves and spring’s blooming flowers. 

The empty chambers of the southern wing of the castle would soon be filled with life, laughter, and music with the visit of members of Great Houses as they paid their seasonal visits to celebrate the holy days of the Faith of the Seven with their liege. To Jace, though, winter brought something completely different. Despite the blood of the dragon that ran through his veins and ignited himself, the lick of his winter nameday sent shivers down his spine. 

Ten and eight.

It would all change for him in the coming year—a turning point, for better or worse; he could not decide yet. Now a man grown, his long-awaited union with his betrothed would be formalised with the blessings of a grand ceremony in front of the important people of the seven kingdoms. A wedding would open doors to new responsibilities, tasks, and worries. This rite of passage, the bounding of a ring on his finger and his soul with another, would also take him to a new place in the royal council, where he was to assume a more important role, a heavier voice over esteemed lords, as he began to prepare for his future. 

It was what he wanted all along, or at least, it was what he had been raised to desire. So, on the very day of his nameday feast, as he leaned against one of the silent corridors of the Red Keep with his eyes falling over the training yard to watch his younger siblings quarrel, he could not help but feel the anxiety build in the pit of his stomach, an annoying itch that he could not ignore.

His brown eyes, as intense as fire, were fixed on the two small frames that moved in sync with the older men, white hair caught in the light as the sun began to dance over the sky while the moon teased its appearance. Aegon and Viserys, sons of their mother’s second marriage, were the very image of Old Valyria, with pure dragon-blooded ancestry on their skin. Despite the immense love he felt for them, a nagging doubt crept into his mind—would one of them eventually turn against him when he claimed the throne, fuelled by the whispers and speculation surrounding his true lineage? He forced himself to take a deep breath, suppressing the bitter taste of anxiety and the lump that often formed in his throat, threatening to choke the air out of him.

Jacaerys had been so consumed by the uncertainty of his future, his blood, and his life that he failed to notice as a second heartbeat approached him slowly, a quiet rustle of fancy clothes while the figure tiptoed around corners and down the deserted corridor where he remained. Normally, his senses would have been on high alert, but this particular day, his mind was elsewhere, making him vulnerable to the sneakiest of attacks. The delicate figure moved closer with an almost mischievous glint in their eye, savouring the element of surprise they had over the young prince. 

A hand crept forward, slender index finger extended, poised to deliver a playful jab to his ribcage. And then, the figure exclaimed, “Boo!”

Jacaerys’ soul was yanked out of his body, or so it felt like, leaving him disoriented as he spun around with indignation, ready to confront whoever had dared to disturb his daydreaming. But instead of finding a scowling, unfamiliar face, his gaze fell upon a vision that had him choking on the very air he was breathing. It was her, beauty and grace, an everblooming flower. His heart raced at the mere sight of his first love, the secret that he guarded fiercely, his one and only. The memories of the countless summers they spent together came flooding back as he set his eye on hers. As children, the two had spent two moons every year together after their mothers formed a strong bond and brought the two families together. The nostalgic ache in Jacaerys' chest reminded him of the joy, the laughter, and the secrets they had shared.

Even now, no longer a child, her face still blossomed with that radiant smile that had first captivated him. Her cheeks flushed with the gentle touch of rose petals, a kiss of flowers on her skin. Her eyes, so vibrant and full of life, sparkled with mischief under the golden hour. The corner of her full lips twisted into that smile that always told the truth of her intentions, the playfulness of it all. She stood tall, taller than before, with her hands behind her back in perfect poise, as expected of a high-born lady. Her voice remained that sweet melody that soothed his heart, a song from the wind. "It is nice to see you again, my prince," she greeted him.

He curtsied with exaggerated flair, his eyes never straying from hers as his entire self relaxed in front of her, his worries slipping away with the winter breeze. ”My Lady Tyrell," he laughed.

Her response was immediate, infectious laughter bursting from her like a ray of sun making its way through a cloudy day. She had to cover her mouth to try and contain the radiant smile that threatened to take over her entire face, and he was quick to join in with her laugh, their voices echoing through the empty corridor like the misbehaved children they used to be. He took a step forward, his arms opening wide to welcome his girl in a warm embrace, and for a brief moment, they were lost in the joy of their reunion. It had been a long year without each other, and exchanging letters was nothing compared to having her in his arms. Her face was nestled in the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his skin—the stinky dragon, as she would say, had become her most favourite smell in the world. When they finally drew apart, their eyes met, a loving gaze.

“Happy nameday, you dirt-eater.” Her voice trembled as she could barely hide her excitement. The butterflies in her stomach took flight, fluttering with anticipation, nothing in comparison to the wild dragons of the prince before her. He cleared his throat, shoulders squaring as he pulled himself together, the embarrassingly dumb smile still plastered on his face. She brought forward a mysterious box that she had been hiding behind her back and away from his attention, wrapped in delicate pieces of black cloth and with a green velvet ribbon keeping it together. The wrapping could have used some work, as it was obviously put together by her own hand, but that only added to the charm. The weight of the box was unexpected, and as he accepted it, the object inside shifted, its contents rattling softly against the sides.

His hand quivered like a weak leaf as he grasped the delicate box, and the words barely escaped his lips, "A gift, my flower?" His voice trembled as he whispered, "Your presence is enough to illuminate my world.”

Jacaerys gazed into the colour of her eyes, the tidal waves of memories crashing over him like the shores of Dragonstone, a reminder of home, taking him back to the earliest days of their friendship. He could recall their initial encounter, an awkward meeting forced by their mothers, which, in the end, marked the beginning of a bond that would blossom into something more beautiful. The countless afternoons they spent playing, laughing, and bickering when they fought like the children that they were, the many falls and scrapes that left them bruised, and the quiet comfort when words were unnecessary. The innocence of those days had been kind to them, allowing them to unfold together like the petals of a flower. And who would forget that one life-changing night when, at the tender age of ten and two, they stole each other away to the darkest corners to experience the love they witnessed from the adults with inexperienced kisses and hugs that were kept secret from the prying eyes of others?

And after all these years, as they continued to steal glances and kisses and love only they could understand, the emotions between them intensified, refusing to be extinguished even as their moments together began to grow forbidden and inappropriate as they reached maturity. 

She flashed a confident smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief, as she reached forward to unveil the gift that would forever bind them together. "I had to," she said, her voice low and husky, "so you'll always carry a piece of me with you, even as we take on our separate journeys into adulthood."

He tugged on the ribbon with extreme care, his eyes widening as the wrapping made way to reveal the treasure within. The box creaked open, allowing him to set his gaze on the stunning dagger that was nestled in a bed of white velvet. The handle was crafted from a vibrant green glass that matched the scales of his dragon, and a bright red rose was suspended within the glass, a symbol of their unbreakable bond. A dragon and a rose, together forever.

She took a step closer, enveloping him in the familiar flowery perfume that he adored, making his senses tingle. She pointed to the rose with a delicate finger, her eyes searching for him. “A little bit of you and a little bit of me,” she smiled, “so you never forget me.” The dagger was the perfect representation of both of them, and he would treasure it with his life. 

“I would never be capable of forgetting you.” He whispered, his voice broken with emotion. The weight of her gesture was still shaking his heart as he set the gift aside on the railing behind him, freeing his hands to take hold of his beloved once again and bring her against his chest for another warm embrace. Her body moulded perfectly against his, and her arms wrapped around his middle as he continued to praise her, “You are my flower.”

They knew that it was dangerous, forbidden, wrong even. They were promised to others, bound by duties and law far greater than themselves, yet the feeling of being in each other's arms was difficult to compare, intoxicating, a sweet temptation. The young lady could feel his heartbeat as she rested against his chest, a soothing melody while Jace buried his face in her hair, wishing he never had to let go of her. He felt like a bee stuck in honey, unable to tear himself away from the sweetness of their embrace. The dagger was long forgotten as they lost themselves in the tender embrace, feeling her love as his most precious gift. The warmth of their bodies intertwined, and the world around them melted away, leaving only the softness of her skin and the rhythmic beating of their hearts. He leaned down, his breath caressing the shell of her ear, and whispered, “You look more beautiful every time I look at you.”

She pulled back from his embrace, her eyes locked on his as her face flushed with the most gentle of colours at his compliment. Her soft and gentle hands cupped his face lovingly, bringing him to her for a brush of their lips. Their mouths parted over each other, overwhelmed by their need for each other. Jace’s arms encircled her waist, surrendering to her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing their kiss to escalate into an all-consuming dance of romance. 

He was powerless against her lips, giving in to their sweetness, drawing him. His kisses travelled to the corner of her mouth, teasing a gentle path down her jawline to the irresistible softness of her skin as he left a trail of wet kisses down the side of her neck. Eventually, he found himself at the sensual curve of her chest, ghosting over her collarbones, aching to move further down the neckline. She knew his longing too well, all the signs that he yearned for more, and she felt the same way. Yet, Jacaerys was a gentleman, and he would never be the one to cross the line between them. The decision, then, rested with her, and she was willing to take the risk. With a subtle tilt of her head, she created space for him, her slender fingers weaving through his curls as she drew him closer, his face disappearing into the softness of her chest, nestled between the curves that spilt over the edge of her gown.

He took a deep, sharp breath as his fingers tightened around the fabric of her dress, his heart racing like a runaway horse, pounding painfully inside of his chest. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remember that she deserved respect, that she should not be in his mind the way that she was. But then, he heard a sound that was like nothing he had ever heard before—a soft, angelic moan that sent a shiver down his spine. The sound made the sweetest of melodies seem dull in comparison, an intoxicating sound that consumed him. He needed to hear it again; he needed more of it.

Completely under the charm of her music, his hand began its journey over the delicate curves of her waist and bodice. His fingers, trembling in an inexperienced dance, curled around the fabric to pull it downwards and reveal the promise of her form while his other hand wrested with the stubborn laces that kept her hidden away, tugging almost desperately for release. He needed to put his lips on her skin once again, to draw out that melody, to hear her. Her once steady breath now quickened, becoming shallow and laboured, her chest rising and falling as if her very being depended on the touch of his lips. The air was heavy with anticipation, his passion a tempest waiting to be freed.

At last, the laces gave up, and her breasts, heavy and eager, spilt forth from their confines. His lips claimed one of them, his tongue dancing across the tender flesh to taste the sweetness of her forbidden skin. A shiver ran through her, a delicious ache spreading through her body as the unfamiliar sensation ignited her senses, her core growing wetter and wetter, her thighs involuntarily pressing together. He could barely contain his desire. There was so much he wanted to do, so little time, so little space. For now, he would be content with this, with the soft gasps escaping her lips as he teased and tormented her. He broke free, his mouth seeking hers once more, while his hands, possessive and demanding, kneaded her breasts, his thumbs tracing circles over her hardened peaks.

"My prince..." Her voice was a barely audible whisper of lust, lost to the feeling of his mouth on her sensitive body. Her eyes seemed clouded, half-lidded and unfocused, lost in a sea of emotions that made it difficult to form coherent thoughts, yet her purpose remained clear. "Let me..." she struggled to start through her breathing, but her sentence remained unfinished as his lips crashed on hers once again in a fervent dance of open-mouthed kisses, the world fading away and leaving only the sweet, sweet sensation of their lips together.

Her hand, delicate in its dance, wandered down his torso, caressing the contours of his body, trailing over his hips until she finally found her way to the bulge that had formed at the front of his pants. It was his name-day celebration; he would be receiving many gifts, and she was determined to make hers stand out from the rest. She pulled back from his kiss, his lips chasing hers in an attempt to reconnect. He looked into her eyes and noticed that glint, that dangerous, mischievous smile across her face, her warning sign. She was plotting something, and he would be at her mercy.

She whispered a husky promise, her breath dancing across his ear: “Let me make you feel good, Jace.” The sight was the very image of sin itself, as the beautiful girl lowered herself on her knees for him, her bright eyes looking up into his with a wicked innocence.

She wasted no time, her fingers moving with calmness and precision as she navigated the threads that kept his breeches tightly over his hips. In stark contrast to him, who had awkwardly struggled with her laces, it was as if she had rehearsed this very moment, her hands moving with a practiced confidence that left him in the dust. In no time, his breeches had been lowered to his thighs alongside the small clothes that had covered him, the cold breeze brushing past his hardness.

He was a sight to behold, pulsing with life. A glistening sheen of pre-cum on the surface of his cock, tracing a path down the sides as he leaked in anticipation. His head was a shade of pink, bordering on an angry red as it demanded attention, and the sight sent shivers down her spine to ignite the fire in her core. Her heart pounded in her chest as she reached out, her fingers taking his base and gently wrapping around him to feel him for the first time. Jace gasped, but he bit his lip to stop himself from making another sound, fearing he'd turn into a pathetic, whimpering mess in front of her. It was strange for the both of them, yet they were eager to see what this would bring. Slowly, she guided him towards her mouth.

He could not help the thunderous groan as her mouth engulfed his lenght, the sound so loud that it worried him that the people in the courtyard below might hear him. He reached back for the cold railing that was behind him, his knuckles turning white as he kept himself from falling to the ground at the new pleasure he had discovered. His eyes were squeezed shut, his chiselled features twisted as the intense heat surged through his body like a raging fire, consuming every fibre of his being.

She did not stop until she had taken his entire member, the salty tang coating her tongue as he entered her inch by inch, with the tip teasing the back of her throat. She could feel the threat of gagging, so she gently coaxed him back out and took on a rhythm. A dirtier, more sinful dance began, a symphony of fluids as she bobbed her head, taking him deep and pulling back to tease his swollen tip with her tongue. His body was a fountain, spilling forth a cascade of precum that trailed down her chin, neck, and chest, each drop a testament to her power over him.

Jace's soft moans spilt through the hand on his mouth, his sensitivity driving him to the brink of ecstasy with each lick and suck. His body contorted, his hips eager to push deeper into her mouth, desperate for the delicious torture she gave him.

Her hand joined, stroking the shaft when it left her mouth, moving softly over the wet saliva left behind from her mouth. Her eyes moved up, such a sinful sight for both of them, and met with his. Jace could feel the promise of fire burning away at the pit of his stomach, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the sounds of her mouth as she swallowed him to the base and brought him right back in a new pace, quickening by the second and encouraged by the pathetic sounds that left his mouth. His tip teased the back of her throat with a strange tickle, yet she did not mind and continued to take as much of him as she could and bury him to the very end. With a strangled groan, he reached his breaking point, his body convulsing as he released his seed over her. It coated her face, neck, and chest as she pulled herself back from his pulsating cock, dripping cum as the prince left himself be consumed by his orgasm. 

He was swept away to celestial realms, and his eyelids squeezed shut with an intensity that bordered on pain, his eyebrows furrowed. Every muscle in his face was contorted, twisted by an overwhelming emotion that had taken over his entire being. The air seemed to vibrate with his ragged gasps as he struggled to refill his lungs, his body slowly descending back to earth. As his eyes fluttered open, his gaze drifted downwards, drinking in the breathtaking sight before him.

He found her even more beautiful, a twisted sort of beauty, marked by his possession. Her skin, glistening with his seed, was proof of his pleasure.

Jacaerys quickly lowered himself, reaching for the crimson cape that draped over his shoulders as he was brought back to reality. He took his time, savouring the moment as he wiped away the remnants of his passion. His shaky fingers lingered on her breasts, enjoying the gentle bounce as he pressed against them to clean off her skin. "You shouldn't have done that, my lady," he murmured, his voice low and husky, slightly wavering from the pleasure he had felt. 

"Why not, my prince?" she replied as her finger wiped some of the remains on the corner of her mouth.

He felt the weight of expectation on his shoulders, the grip of duty around his neck, as he struggled to find the words. It was not proper, he wanted to say; it is not meant to be; it is wrong. So many words swirled in his mind, yet he could not convey the message. He could not form the words to say that what they had done had been a mistake because deep inside he felt that it was not. He was bound to marry his cousin, Baela, in a strategic union while she was promised to a lord of another prominent house, yet as they stood together, bathed in the glow of each other’s presence, the ties that had been made for them seemed to burn into insignificance, overtaken by the hum of their forbidden bond. 

She gazed into his eyes, clouded by his torment, duty and passion struggling to dominate the other. With a tender gesture, she cradled his face in her hands once again, her lips uttering a gentle whisper of his name, "Jacaerys...". His eyes brimmed with tears, perhaps not of sadness, but out of frustration that he fought to conceal. The longing in his heart was palpable—he yearned for her with his entire being, yet the gods had forbidden their love with a cruel fate that taunted them. In a matter of weeks, they would be in someone else's arms. She was bound to a man she did not know, and he, to a woman who couldn't claim his heart. 

But for now, they could find comfort in each other’s lips.

The palace was buzzing with excitement as people gathered to celebrate the day of the heir's firstborn son. Jacaerys was overwhelmed by the attention, sitting at the centre of the grand feast with everyone fixed on him. The sound of laughter and chatter and music gave him a pulsating headache, and he had no choice but to ignore it as the many lords and ladies came to pay respects, bowing and introducing each other before returning to their seats. He had to sit through all of the greetings and listen to the repetitive wishes for his health and happiness. He sat stiffly between his mother, Queen Rhaenyra, and his cousin and betrothed, Princess Baela, who chatted incessantly, trying to engage him in conversation, completely unaware of his discomfort.

He was a pathetic man, he decided, as he felt the bitter gust of jealousy sweeping over him every time his eyes were drawn to that specific corner of the room to see her laughing with the man she was to marry. He couldn’t help but wonder if their encounter had already been forgotten as she seemed so carefree while his manhood still pulsated with the ghost of her mouth. His mind constantly replayed the moment, over and over, tormenting him and leaving him aching for another taste.

"Jacaerys." Baela's voice cut through the air, stern and with an obvious anger that had him whipping his head back to face her. Her features were twisted in a deep frown, her eyes blazing with the hint of fire that seemed to burn him away with her mere gaze. "I see how you're looking at her." her voice was low, not wanting anyone around them to hear her words, "Everyone can see."

He let out a sigh, his shoulders sagging in defeat as he began to explain, "It's just—" 

But Baela wouldn't let him finish, her interruption swift, like the stab of a knife.

"No." She snapped, and her voice was like the crack of thunder that shook him awake in the middle of the night. "I will not go through the embarrassment of an affair, Jace. This must end before we are wed, or there will be consequences." Her words were an obvious threat, making him wonder what exactly she meant by that. What else could she do? She already knew that they were destined to fail, to wither away, and she just had to get through one last night before she was out of their life, hopefully, forever. She hated doing that to him, but Baela knew that she was as tied as Jacaerys in this situation, and she would not become the laughingstock of the court.

But his flower commanded attention with the dress of deep crimson that she wore, decorated with intricate gold details and a daringly low neckline that drew the eyes of the room to her beauty. It was impossible to look away from her; his gaze was stuck on the way her locks cascaded down her shoulders and back, with a sprinkling of jewels falling over her forehead to add to the captivating presence. She must have felt the weight of his eyes, he thought, as she slowly turned towards him, and their eyes locked, which made him feel impossibly close to her. The rest of the room faded like mist, insignificant.

He pushed his chair back, the wooden legs scraping against the stone floor, and rose from the table, his family's eyes upon him. As he walked around the table, his boots clicked on the floor, and he caught a glimpse of Baela's questioning gaze, but he dared her to speak out against him as he raised his head. His legs carried him towards the far end of the hall where his lady sat with her family. The members of House Tyrell ceased their conversation, their faces sombre, like if a shadow had fallen over them, as he halted beside their table, his hand extended in invitation to the youngest daughter of Lord Tyrell. Next to her, her own betrothed's face flushed, but he couldn't refuse a prince of the realm, no matter how awkward the situation. The eyes of the men met for a second, and there was a clear rivalry in them, but one was declared the winner by the gentle touch of her hand.

"A dance, my lady?" he asked, his deep voice ringing out across the silent corner, his eyes locked on hers, expectation on his face.

She didn't need to be asked twice. The prince grasped her hand, pulling her into the whirlwind of dancers on the crowded floor. As they took their position, his hand settled comfortably on her hip, a gesture that felt like second nature. 

Everything seemed effortless with him by her side, and she could not explain why being with him made her feel that way. So intimate, so loving, so carefree, and yet so heartbreaking. They spun across the floor in a perfect dance, just like they had done since they met, and now no longer children. They laughed together as one made a mistake, stepping over the foot of the other, but the joy was overflowing between them. They must have danced for too long, because the couples around them shifted, came, and went while they remained the same. As he looked at her, he was once again hit by the realisation of their relationship, and there was a sinking feeling in his chest. Yet he was forced to push it aside for her, who looked radiant with her smile as he twirled her around once more. As they swayed to the rhythm, the girl leaned in close, her chest pressed against Jace's, her voice barely above a whisper. "I have another surprise for you."

A mischievous grin spread across his face as he played along. "What more could you possibly give me?" 

For a fleeting moment, their eyes locked, and Jace was captivated by the intensity of her gaze. It was as if the very fire of candlelight burnt behind her eyes, melting his heart and awakening feelings he'd never experienced before. The back of her hand dared to caress the skin of his cheek in a scandalous public gesture as her lips curled, a dangerous smirk.

Her words stopped him in his tracks.

"Tonight..." Her voice was soft. "I will gift myself to you, and you will be the first to watch as I come undone completely beneath your touch."

And when the music had reached its climax, she slipped through the sea of dancers, her figure consumed by the crowd in a fascinating disappearing act. The sounds, colours, and sensations blurred around him as he frantically scanned the room, searching for a glimpse of her and her gown, but she was gone, a petal gone with the wind. 

A whirlpool of emotions destroyed him, a dangerous mixture of worry, excitement, and fear. His heart was racing like a free stallion running through the open vale as his mind went around the whispers of his flower. The gentle touch of her hand on his arm, the rustle of her gown, the smile... the secrets. He found himself dragged back to his position within the rest of the royal family. He stood frozen, lost in time, completely unaware of the eyes of his family on him until he was nudged forward to prepare to give his speech to his guests. His heart sank with her absence; instead, he locked eyes with one of her sisters, whose knowing glint told him she was aware of her younger sister’s mischief. The sister's piercing gaze seemed to hold a secret message; she was silently daring him to wonder what kind of adventure she had concocted, leaving him to sweat it out in front of the crowd.

His cock stirred.

Jacaerys muttered a quiet curse, his posture twisting and turning uncomfortably in an attempt to fix himself as his mother’s words droned on. Lucerys, catching sight of his brother’s situation, had to stifle a laugh behind his hand while he innocently moved one of their youngest siblings to the front of the family to cover the heir’s decency. Yet, it continued on, with well-wishers and bootlickers taking turns to congratulate him and blessing him on his coming marriage. While Baela did not seem to mind the attention, he felt like the earth had opened up to swallow him whole. His mind raced with thoughts of escape, his face burning with embarrassment.

As the crowd finally bgan to disperse, he made a hasty exit with a mumbled farewell before he stumbled down the stairs with a stiff posture, each step feeling like a thousand stones had been poured into his boots. The dark hallway enveloped him, but the cold wind of night did little against the fire underneath his skin. His mind raced, everything he ever knew and wanted taking over his thoughts. Was she waiting for him in his chambers, hiding from the multitude of people? He needed clarity.

But he could not deny that raw, primal urge that coursed through his veins. He wondered if what he felt was that ‘masculine power' that Daemon had once joked about with him; of course, at the time he did not understand, but now he knew. If she was offering herself, he would take her and give in to the sin that was his desire. He craved her, all of her and more. Her body was his forbidden treasure, and his lips his map. At that moment, he felt an overwhelming reality: no one in this world deserved her more than he did. She belonged to him, and no one else would ever fill the void she occupied in his heart.

The heavy doors to his chambers creaked open, almost a mocking sound as they parted in desperation, drawn back by anxious hands. The room was shrouded in darkness, except for the solitary candle that barely illuminated the space and the sheer curtains holding the full power of the light of night back. Yet, amidst the gloom, a sweet aroma danced through the air, transporting him to a memory of her. The scent of flowers clung to him, tenderly reminding him of the warmth of her skin.

His deep voice, heavy with longing, echoed through the room. “You left me.”

A gentle hum, a teasing sound, was her response. “I wanted you to think about me.”

The words hung in the air, a challenge, a provocation. “I think about you every waking moment,” he replied, his voice trembling with the weight of his emotions.

In response, the curtains shifted, and the silvery light of the moon spilt into the room, its radiance highlighting her beauty like a work of art. The dress she had been wearing lay discarded, abandoned over a chair, and in its place, she wore a slip of silk with a green velvet ribbon that tied at the front of her body, a gift, just like the dagger she had given him earlier in the day. She had planned this all along. His flower pushed herself off the bed, and her hips swayed with a sensual grace as if calling him to come closer. He felt his throat close, almost losing his breathing, his hands instinctively reaching out to claim her as soon as she was within reach. His fingers settled on the soft fabric of her waist, feeling the gentle curve of her body beneath.

Her hands came to claim space over his chest, her delicate fingers tracing gentle shapes in an attempt to calm the turmoil inside of him, feeling the material of his clothing, feeling his form underneath. Her voice, so sweet and velvety, was full of adoration as she spoke to him. “You are so sweet, Jace, my gentle dragon.” Her praise fuelled his fire within, his love for her reaching the skies above him, a rival to Vermax and his wings.

Jacaerys's response was low and husky, his words barely above a whisper as he was on the edge of falling apart under her touch. “And you are my everblooming flower.” The longing had become unbearable, and he slowly leaned in, his lips yearning to bridge the gap between them. The kiss was deep, passionate, and all-consuming, a fusion of their bodies and souls. Heads turned, lips met and moved, and sounds of passion echoed around them and throughout the empty chamber. 

Her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him in as if trying to merge their very essence to become one being, inseparable and indivisible, never to be parted. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them lost in their beautiful desire. He could feel himself hardening in his breeches even more, growing more uncomfortable by the mere second as he was taken over by his needs. She could feel him, that strange pressure against her front as she was weakened as well, her mind lost in a haze and anticipation. 

Almost violently, like the tearing of tender skin, the lovers ripped themselves apart from their suffocating kiss as they ran out of air, their chests rising and falling in ragged unison as they battled to refill their lungs. The prince's lips then grazed the gentle curve of her neck, planting tender, deliberate kisses on the sensitive skin, prompting a soft hum of satisfaction from her, ”Will you accept my gift, my love?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the heavy silence, the ringing in his ears.

Jace's entire being seemed to seize, his lips still lingering on the delicate curve of her neck, as he wrestled to process her question. She was willing to surrender herself to him, completely, and brave the repercussions of an unmarried night together. Could he accept such a sacrifice? Was he monstrous enough to put her in such a precarious position? His thoughts swirled in turmoil, a part of him screaming that it was morally wrong, while another part yearned to devour her whole.

"I could not do that to you, my flower," he breathed out, brokenness hidden in the crook of her neck and his words laced with a mix of longing, "think of your husband—“

But her interruption was swift and sharp, like she had anticipated his thoughts. "He does not mind," she said, her voice low and resolute. "We reached an agreement.” The prince's eyes widened in stunned surprise as he pulled himself back, his gaze locked on hers. 

"What do you mean?" he demanded to know, his voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and a strange fear. Could he trust her future husband’s words? What if he were to turn on his agreement, accuse her of betrayal, and strip her of her honour?

Her eyes sparkled like emeralds under the silvery light, brimming with tears that threatened to spill over. "He knows what this means for us," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion, "that it is goodbye.” She shook her head, her hair bouncing around her cherubic features as she looked into his eyes, hopeful.

Goodbye.

It was goodbye.

In no time, they will belong to other people.

The next time they meet, they will not be lovers; they will be forced to be strangers. 

She knew him too well and knew that his struggle with morality was the only thing that was holding him back from surrendering to his desires. She wanted him to understand that she wanted this, wanted him, regardless of the consequences. So, in a last attempt to let him understand, she reached for the delicate ribbon that was holding her slip together to tug on it and allow the material to shift ever so slightly, revealing just a small hint of her bare skin hiding underneath. As the gown slid open, it seemed that the sound of her rapid heartbeat was the only sound that filled the silence, a reminder that the outcome of this moment was far from certain. He could very well reject her final approach, and she would have to understand. 

The velvet parted like curtains as the breeze made the fabric sway gently over her body, leaving almost nothing to the imagination as his eyes were drawn to the womanly shape of her body. His gaze turned into the very mirror of a predator, like that dangerous glint in Vermax’s eyes as he watched his prey. He was drawn to the alluring curve of her breasts, the soft shape of her hips, and down to the forbidden fruit between her tightly clenched thighs, suddenly too aware of his sight over her. At that moment, like a rope snapping, his restraint evaporated, and a primal hunger consumed him. The cold night air seemed to fuel his desire, igniting a fire within him that burnt away any remaining inhibitions.

His hands took hold of her waist, right where they belonged, dragging her in as he claimed her lips once again, sending goosebumps all over her skin. The pressure of his mouth coaxed hers open, and his tongue delved in to find the warmth within. As they kissed, his hand began to roam freely over, pushing the now bothersome velvet aside as he traced her curves, lost in the silkiness of her skin. Her body responded to his touch, her back arching as she suddenly found it difficult to keep her balance, her nails digging into him. The intensity of his kiss was almost overwhelming, leaving her breathless and her senses reeling.

His feet carried them with clumsy steps, legs entwined with each other as they found their way backwards to where she had been waiting for him. The bed, perfectly arranged with soft sheets and plump pillows, was awfully inviting as it seemed to wait for the lovers to surrender to its comfort. She yielded to his guidance, her trust in him allowing them to tumble backwards until the back of her legs found the edge of the bed and she sank down onto the mattress. She settled against one of the many pillows, her shift giving up its attempt to cover her and being discarded aside as she reclined onto the pillows, hair cascading around her like a halo, an otherworldly beauty in the darkness. 

Jacaerys felt like he was going to suffocate under the uncomfortable weight of his attire; too many layers threatened to choke the life out of him, so yet again, his inexperienced fingers began to unbutton his clothes, desperate to feel her skin against his and elevate their intimacy. His eyes had darkened to a deep, burning intensity as he looked at her, his lust barely contained behind his restraint. Finally, the last layer had been shed, and he stood before her, bare in body and soul. 

With a delicate tug of her hand, she helped him closer to rise on the bed and come to her. He climbed in beside her, together like two pieces of a puzzle, meant to find each other. He hovered over her, his hand on each side of her head as he looked down at her with a love so strong, so deep, and so clear that it made her heart ache with its intensity. He knew that this night would be their only shared secret, one last night before they parted ways forever. She could feel her heart breaking, so she pulled him down to her to take his lips in a kiss that liberated her, pouring all that she felt into the embrace before she could break down in front of him. The young prince's response was immediate, their lips moving in perfect sync as they surrendered to the longing they had repressed.

As he slowly pressed his weight over her, he finally indulged in the desperate wish he had harboured for so long. It was as if he was about to detonate, about to disappear into their passion, never to resurface again. His hands worshipped every inch of her skin, tracing the curves of her hips, the gentle slope of her waist, the softness of her chest, and the slender column of her neck, as his desire reached a fever pitch. His hand, a gentle touch, descended into the valley between her breasts and lingered on the soft expanse of her stomach, igniting a fire within her. Lost in the intensity of the kiss, his palm rested on the mound between her legs, the tips of his fingers teasing the delicate curls. A soft, angelic gasp escaped her lips, “Jace..."

The girl parted her legs in an unspoken invitation, her desire taking over her and clouding her mind. He was a gentleman; he loved her, and he would honour her desire. Every shiver, every arch of her back, every sigh that came through her lips just pushed him to explore further. His fingers slipped between her folds, through the unfamiliar warmth of her arousal. A low groan rumbled in his throat as he felt her for the first time, finding her soaked in a testament of her need for him. Her feelings for him, her desires, her very essence, were laid bare before him.

When her restlessness grew as he touched her, she rolled her hips, a silent plea for more.

"My beautiful girl," he murmured, his voice a low purr against her lips. "Beautiful."

His fingers found peace in a slow dance over her bundle of nerves, testing her limits, finding her pleasure to push her to the brink of ecstasy, to give her what she deserved. She mewled, hips undulating with his touch as his fingers became soaked in her. He followed the rhythm of her body, strokes going harder and faster until she began to drown in a whirlwind of sensation. But his hunger was insatiable. He yearned to give her as much pleasure as she had given him. Pulling away from her lips felt like a betrayal, but he had a different plan in mind. He traced a path of kisses down her neck, across her collarbones, and over the peaks of her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples. With each kiss, he counted, an act of devotion.

Eight… twelve… sixteen…

He would remember this moment for the rest of his life, he decided, as he committed to memory every inch of her body, her map of treasure that led to her gold. He left traces of his lips as he went, small but distinct spots of reddening flesh as he took her skin into his mouth, made it his home as he kissed down her body. He lowered himself on the bed to comfortably lay between her legs, on his stomach, his face coming to the very centre of her being, his warm breath mingling with the chill of her skin as he delved into the intimate valley between her legs. The heat radiating from her core enveloped his face as his tongue dared to taste the nectar of her womanhood, tracing a path from base to peak.

Jacaerys Velaryon, accustomed to the finest delicacies, had never tasted anything as intoxicating as his beloved girl. He grew on the sweetest of desserts, the juiciest meats, and the finest wines, but nothing compared to her addictive flavour. He devoured her, his mouth unstoppable as he drank her in. The room was filled with the symphony of her moans and the wet, rhythmic sounds of his tongue against her, lapping at the juices that pooled from her most sensitive place. His hands, strong and possessive, held her hips steady as she bucked and writhed beneath him.

His cock, hard and needy, throbbed against the sheets under his body, dampening them with his pre-cum, the sensitive head rubbing against the rough fabric when he ground his hips against the cushion in desperation while his mouth savoured the sweet fruit of her pleasure. He would never get enough of her, he knew, as he took his time with long yet hungry laps at her apex, swearing to never forget the taste of her on his tongue.

Then, she broke, her cries a siren song that drove him wild. Her body arched, her thighs closing around his head as she reached for the heavens. Her first climax washed over her, a wave of pleasure that left her breathless. She spilt into his mouth, and he took her in willingly as he used his tongue to clean her up completely before he pulled back with a satisfied smirk on his glistening lips, coated in her.

He trailed kisses along the delicate skin of her inner thighs, a shiver rippling through her as she climaxed. His lips lingered, savouring the taste of her, the feel of her skin. He knew that marking more of her skin was dangerous, but he could not help himself from sucking in and biting the plumpness of her thighs as he had done all over her stomach and chest, forming a constellation of love bites as he moved. He wanted to taste every inch of her, to mark her as his as his possessiveness took over, as wrong as he knew it was. Her eyes, half-lidded with remaining pleasure, met his, a silent plea for more. She yearned for him, for the fullness he promised.

Jace, his desire burning, pushed himself up on his arms to crawl over her body. His hips pressed against hers, the hard length of him aching against her soft belly. His own juices seeped from him, a tantalising promise of the pleasure to come. He could feel her anticipation, the way her body tensed and relaxed and shifted, the way her breath quickened. He wanted to lose himself in her, to feel her around him, to bury himself in her warmth.

“If you want me to stop,” He whispered, his voice rough and his throat rather dry, “I will.”

But she reached for his face, her lips curving into a smile that held the promise of endless pleasure. He felt a surge of desire as she parted her legs, inviting him into her embrace. With trembling hands, he guided himself towards her, his aching member finding its way to her entrance. A moment of anticipation passed as he positioned himself, and then, with a gentle push, he entered her, embraced by the foreign feel of her cunt. She tensed, her features twisting as the strange burning of his member settled itself deep within her, breaching her and taking that said innocence of hers.

Jace was engulfed by her warmth, a low groan escaping his lips as he thrust deeper. The friction, the sensation of her tight grip around him, drove him wild and ate at him, begging him to move. He could feel her initial resistance, her eyes fluttering closed as she endured the initial discomfort, and he ached for her. But as her body began to yield to him, her grip loosened, and her eyes, filled with a mix of desire and surrender, met his. He knew then that she was his, body and soul, and he would be deserving of her. Always.

His hips moved with a tentative rhythm, his eyes locked on hers, searching for any sign of discomfort or regret. Her breath quickened, soft whimpers escaping her lips as pleasure began to blossom within her when the initial pain had died out. He claimed her lips once more, their kiss deepening as their bodies moved in a primal dance, moving in a way that seemed natural for them. The initial awkwardness soon gave way to a more confident rhythm, their movements becoming more fluid and passionate.

The room filled with the music of their passion—the soft sighs, the guttural moans, the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin as they found a pace for both of them. The wet, sucking sound of their bodies melding together was a rhythm, driving them to the brink of ecstasy. Jace felt a growing intensity, a hot, pulsating knot forming low in his belly. He wanted to hold onto this moment, to prolong the pleasure, to give her everything he had. This was the first and last night they would spend together; then he would fuck her until the sun found its way back to the skies. Her legs, strong and eager, wrapped around his hips, urging him on. Her heels dug into his back, a silent plea for more, faster, harder. She was edging closer to the precipice, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Jace…” She moaned his name, such a delicious sound that made him feel delirious.

He clung to her, his body surrendering against her, his arms around her and pulling her closer. His hips pounded against hers, relentless as he drove them both to the very end. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest, soft and warm, bouncing with each move of his body. As they reached their peak, they soared together to the heavens amongst the stars and the planets, lost in a concert of moans and gasps, the music of lovers. He gave himself completely, shooting hot ropes of seed deep into her womb, forgetting themselves in the danger of taking root within her, but still, she kept her hold on him, legs clasped down around him. In that moment, they were one, lost in the euphoria of their shared climax.

The aftermath of their passion left them breathless, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding. He collapsed onto her, a heavy weight of love and longing. She clung to him, her face hidden in his shoulder to hide the tears welling up in her eyes. The realisation of their separation was a bitter taste to swallow, and it only made her heart ache after her pleasure had taken her. He was hers, and she was his, forever, yet fate had decreed otherwise.

She hummed a soft melody, a song they had created together as children to distract herself from the impending pain of their separation once she left his chambers. It was a simple tune, a secret language between them, something safe from the world, something only they had. Jace, ever knowing of her emotions, understood the unspoken message in her song, the reason why she had now decided to sing to him. He knew the depth of their love, the intensity of their connection. They were two souls intertwined, bound by a love that would burn for eternity, the dragon and the flower. He had a duty as the heir of the kingdom, and she to the future of her house and family. They met when they already belonged to others, and for that, he would never forgive the gods. They gave, and they took.

And for a long moment, they remained together, hearts beating in unison as they flew back from the very heavens above. The silence, however, was comforting, a warm veil over their tired bodies, a shared understanding of their feelings. It was pure intimacy, trust, and love that kept them safe from the harsh realities of their world. He needed her to know that their love would endure; no matter what, she would always be in his heart. "I love you," he declared, his voice a gentle whisper, overwhelmed by emotions. As she wept, he gently wiped away her tears, his touch a source of comfort that tore at their heartstrings. "I will always love you," he vowed, his gaze unwavering, "and only you.”

“Thank you.” She choked out, “For loving me, though I do not deserve it.” 

Jace shook his head, his dark curls matted with sweat. His eyes, filled with a mixture of love and despair, met hers. He pressed his forehead against hers, his lips quivering as they threatened to part in a sob that bubbled in his throat. He yearned to give her the world and for a moment wished he was nothing but a simple man deserving of her. “I love you, with my heart and soul, now and forever.”

She, too, was consumed by their love, “Now,” she whispered, her voice trembling, "and forever.”

They spent the night together, finding their pleasure over and over in each other's arms with words of passion and declarations of love, a shared light in the darkness. As dawn approached, casting a soft glow over the room, they lay together with bruised lips, exhausted but content, heartbroken but fulfilled, together. Their secret was known only to a select few; their absence was explained away with elaborate excuses. Her sisters claimed she had spent the night with them, chatting away mindlessly under the light of candles, while his brothers and reluctant cousins feigned ignorance of his whereabouts, pretending that they saw him headed to the dragonpit in the dark of night.

Rhaenyra, however, knew the truth all along yet remained quiet. She had been the witness of the purity of young love from the very moment the two had first met. The queen had tried her hardest to prevent them from committing the same mistakes, yet her efforts were not enough. Her heart ached for her firstborn, who, like her at his age, was bound by duty and forced to sacrifice his happiness. As she gazed upon the sleeping form of her second husband, Daemon, she could not help but wonder if the two of them would ever meet again and eventually be together.

Their weddings took place at the same time, in different places, almost poetic. Jacaerys’ wedding was a lavish celebration witnessed by as many people as they could, with guests from all over Westeros and beyond. Poets and musicians were moved by his sorrow during the festivities, his longing for a love that could not be so evident as he held his bride for their first dance that it would inspire many tales across the realm for centuries to come. Her wedding, though modest, was no less significant. As she was presented to her husband, her heart heavy with sorrow, she forced herself to fulfil her duty. Yet, her tears spoke volumes, revealing the depth of her pain. Despite the circumstances, she endured, as a promise made in a night of heartbreak. 

Their paths remained separate, their destinies sealed in the stars. The lovers would never meet again, at least not in this life.

It cannot be denied that, over time, a close bond would blossom between Jacaerys and his cousin-wife, a genuine connection and source of comfort. Together, they welcomed four children into the world: three sons and a daughter, whose name seemed to befit that of a lady of House Tyrell instead of the Valyrian houses. As the years passed, driven by a desire to spare his children from arranged marriages, Jacaerys attempted to reform the traditional customs so his children would be free to choose their own partners, guided by love rather than political advantages. 

She brought forth two beautiful twin girls, the mirror images of their mother, and would, unfortunately, pass from an untreatable sickness as her second pregnancy debilitated her young body. The loss of the young Lady of Flowers was a devastating blow to all who knew her, close and far. When the news of her passing reached King’s Landing, Queen Rhaenyra ordered her portrait to be displayed in the Red Keep, under the excuse of her love for a child she had seen grow in front of her eyes. However, those close to Prince Jacaerys knew the true significance of this gesture: it was a silent acknowledgement of the profound love and loss he endured.

As if coming alive from the song of a bard, one of his sons would meet one of her daughters and, with a sweet symphony, would find true love in each other’s arms, just as their parents once did. Yet, this time, their love would be allowed to blossom in the most beautiful union, with the heavens above coming together to bless them. Their love would remain everblooming, a seed planted to grow for many generations to come, a tree of life that would never be cut. 

ᡣ𐭩 ─ author's note ;

two months of writing and editing and screaming for THIS?! wack. anyways, happy debut into fluff-smut to me! this oneshot has been through a lot, poor little document. i cannot keep doing this to myself. it's been a long time since i last used the word COCK and it's horrifying lmfao. i need to work on dialogue, i feel like i was limited on that here.

few curious facts about everbloom's world: instead of a reader insert, i had originally created an original female character by the name of alerie tyrell, and the name of jace and baela's daughter was alerya in her honor. the deal she had made with her husband-to-be was that she would never see him again, or mention him in any way. in the first draft, she had a girl that looked just like jace, but the time of their last night and the beginning of her pregnancy was not close at all, so she thought it was a sad gift from the gods. in another draft, she attended jace's crowning ceremony and watched from afar with her children. some of the original ending ideas included a version of hanahaki disease for jace after she passed in childbirth, but i said enough suffering.

i hope it's decent! forgive any grammar mistakes, weird pacing or awkward romance. we can only get better from this!

╰⪼ thank you for reading!

[cece693]

Hiiii this may be a bit of a weird idea but I was thinking something with vision x male reader, Reader could be a wielder of another infinity stone (maybe power stone??) and him coming to warn vision of thanos??

Also idk if u do soulmates aus but if you do, could they be soulmates in this as well?

I TRIED, I REALLY TRIED WITH THIS. I don't know why, but writing for Vision is hard because he talks in this sophisticated, calm tone that I cannot replicate. So, this might not be Vision canon, but I tried. Hope you like it!

pairing: vision x male reader tags: you aren't human, you wield the power stone, soulmate trope, pre-relationship, I tried, that's all I have to say, don't really like how it turned out but it's something, right???? 😭

You feel it long before you actually see him—like an electric current surging through the stars, calling you forward in a whisper of cosmic force. The Power Stone, set within a bracer around your forearm, thrums in sync with your every heartbeat. Its energy keeps you strong and feeds you, for you are not entirely human—your lineage spans ancient cosmic bloodlines older than most civilizations. Your crimson eyes reflect the swirling galaxies you have seen, and your skin carries faint patterns of violet veins that pulse with the Stone’s power.

For centuries, you’ve traveled the furthest reaches of space, mastering the destructive and creative energies that the Power Stone offers. Many have fallen attempting to possess it, but you, shaped by the harsh realities of a thousand worlds, learned how to channel its might without burning your soul.

Tonight, it leads you to him—Vision. The synthetic being who wields the Mind Stone. You sense the resonance like a beacon in a vast, inky sky. With each step, the Stone’s purple glow lights your path until you find him standing near a quiet lake, moonlight dancing across the water’s surface. Vision hovers just inches above the ground, his head angled to the side, as though he, too, hears the call echoing in the night. When his gaze locks onto you, the Mind Stone in his forehead blazes bright, casting ripples of gold over the water.

He lowers himself to the ground, curiosity evident in his stance. “Who are you?” he asks, voice gentle yet wary.

You draw closer, carefully unfastening the clasp that conceals the Stone’s main power. A soft whir emanates from your bracer as the violet radiance spills over your arm. “Someone who understands what it means to bear an Infinity Stone,” you reply, your voice resonating with a quiet, ancient timbre. “I’m here to warn you.”

Vision’s gaze flickers from your crimson eyes down to the luminous Power Stone. “Thanos,” he says, almost as though the word itself pains him. “I’ve felt his presence.”

You nod. “He is gathering the Stones. I’ve sensed his influence on entire star systems. Planets burned to ash, millions slaughtered. He’s relentless, and soon, he’ll come for the Mind Stone. And for me.” Your bracer flares again, the hue growing more intense as if the Stone senses the discussion of its own fate.

Vision steps forward, his crystalline features reflecting not only caution but something you can’t quite define. A gentle recognition, perhaps, sparked by the cosmic pull between you. “I’ve…seen possibilities—dreams of destruction,” he says quietly. “Yet I’ve also felt another presence calling out. It must have been you.”

“When the Stones resonate,” you explain, “they create a bridge between their wielders. We share a connection. I felt your consciousness almost like an echo through the cosmic void.”

Slowly, he raises a hand toward you, stopping just short of your chest. “It’s strange,” he admits, voice colored with awe. “I shouldn’t be able to sense another Stone like this, and yet I do. Every thought in my mind resonates with the Mind Stone in my forehead—and your Stone seems to answer it.”

You lower your gaze, swallowing against the sudden swell of emotion. Your breath comes quicker as the connection deepens, as if the universal tapestry is gently tugging you and Vision toward each other. “Our people might call this a ‘soul bond.’ A pull that goes beyond mere chance. Something the Stones themselves or perhaps destiny created.”

He looks surprised for a moment, blinking as though a new understanding settles over him. “But, you don’t appear to be from Earth. Are you human?”

“Partly, but mostly no,” you say, letting your cosmic side shine through. The violet veins beneath your skin glow brighter, a sign of your inherent power. “My ancestry traces back to an ancient race, long gone. The genes I carry allow me to endure the Power Stone’s might without being destroyed by it. I’ve spent eons learning to master it—and still, it threatens to devour me if I lose my focus.”

Vision’s expression softens with empathy, his voice quiet. “I know what it is to be something beyond human. To hold power that feels larger than oneself.”

Wordlessly, you take another step until only a breath remains between you. He watches as you place your hand against his chest, your Power Stone pulsing, faint purple embers dancing around your fingertips. His own Stone blazes in response, a bright golden flare illuminating both your faces.

“All my life,” you say, voice hushed, “I’ve been wandering the galaxies, searching for something more than just survival or dominance. And then I felt your presence, almost like a lullaby carried on cosmic winds. It felt…right. Whole.”

For a long moment, neither of you speaks. The lake ripples behind you, the wind carrying the hush of distant leaves. And then Vision lifts a hand to gently cradle your cheek, his eyes reflecting a rare vulnerability. “I’ve questioned my place in this world,” he admits. “I am…was…created by humanity’s ingenuity, yet the Stone in my head connects me to something infinitely grander. And now, looking at you, it’s like a missing piece of me just fell into place.”

He leans in until your foreheads almost touch, the glow of his Stone and yours merging in a cosmic dance of violet and gold. Heat floods your body; a powerful sense of belonging overtakes you. “Vision,” you whisper. “Let me stand beside you. Thanos is coming, and we must be ready. But more than that, I…I don’t want to lose the bond we share. It’s the first time in centuries I’ve felt like I’m not alone in the universe.”

His response is barely above a whisper, yet it resonates with every fiber of your being: “Then stay by my side. We will face Thanos together. As one.” Gently, you curl your fingers around the back of his neck, letting the thrumming energy in your bracer resonate with the glowing Stone in his forehead. In that intimate moment, you feel the steady rhythm of his synthetic heart, and he, in turn, senses the cosmic pulse in your veins.

[lyracarvahall]

HeartBeat Sync Part 25

Two-Player Tango

Part 24

TRIGGER WARNINGS: nudity, oral (f!recieving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), choking, dry humping

After calming Y/N down and apologizing for keeping her out of the loop, Yunho helped her into the backseat or the driver car he had called. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders after buckling her in, he released a deep sigh.

"I feel like I ruined our night, baby. I am so sorry." he rested his head on top of hers. She pulled out from under him and made sure to lock eyes with him.

"Oh honey no no. I had a great time with you. This was the most fun I have honestly had in AGES!" Yunho gave her a soft smile at that statement. "I am the socially awkward one who isn't used to the fame stuff. Don't take that on yourself. Let's just forget it and enjoy our time together, ok?" She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his softly. Yunho side-eyed the driver signaling he didn't want to get carried away in present company.

Y/N nodded and snuggled into his shoulder, holding his hand in hers. He ran his fingers from his free hand and traced her soul mark. It gave a sensation that was impossible to describe. The best way she could describe it is if joy had a texture? It felt like she could feel the spirit of him with each stroke. She returned the favor so he could feel it to. He gave a soft gasp of awe and surprise. They continued this until they had reached the underground parking garage of the hotel.

Once he guided her out of the car and the familiar path was taken to get back to the suite, she hesitantly put her key to the door and saw only a couple of the guys playing on their phones in the main area. Y/N awkwardly waved to Jongho and Yeosang. "Hey guys."

They smirked at her and Yunho's entwined hands and before they had a chance to say anything back, Yunho swept under her to lift her bridal style. "No no no Yunho don't! You are gonna hurt yourself baby." she protested. His response was simply to spank her ass and begin to carry her down the hallway. She giggled and hid her head into Yunho's chest as Yeosang and Jongho cackled behind them.

Once they had reached her master suite he opened the door and placed her gently down, closing the door behind them. He went over to the sofa and patted the place next to him. She sat down shyly and looked at him. The tension in the atmosphere was thick. He sensed her anxiety and opened his arms, letting her fall into them. Once his long limbs encircled her, she felt at peace again. His calm nature felt like it bled from his skin into hers.

Yunho was stoic but affectionate, seeming to let her control the pace of things. Her back to his chest, she turned her head and placed soft kisses on his neck. He left out a soft moan and tightened the grip his hands had on her hips. No longer feeling the anxiety from earlier, she straddled him and he looked at her in surprise.

"Hey there beautiful." He snaked his hands up from her hips until they grasped her breasts. Pinching her already pebbled nipples, She threw her head back in ecstasy. "So responsive." One hand moved to lay a loose collar on her throat and the other guided her hip to grind against him. "Take what you need from me pretty." She followed his command and began to ride him slowly, the clothing's friction only adding to the pleasure of what she could feel growing in his jeans.

"That's my girl." he grunted as continued to guide her at an increased pace. She felt the orgasm rapidly approaching and Yunho was struggling to contain himself. He felt her begin to shutter and slightly tightened the grip on her neck. This pushed her over the edge and she let out a loud gasp as the orgasm hit her much harder than she expected. Yunho's pupils dilated and he growled as he lifted her by the ass and tossed her on the bed across from the sofa.

Crawling up her body, he kissed her deeply. "You are so beautiful. I am so blessed." They lost themselves in each other's lips, getting swept away in the connection with one another. Yunho pulled away and panted as he looked down at her, gently stroking her face with the back of his hand. "So glad to finally get you all to myself."

Taking both hands and raking them up her stomach under her shirt, the fabric bunching above her tits, he grabbed both breasts again. Y/N quickly pulled the shirt off and moaned. "Please Yunho. I need you."

He deftly undid the button to her jeans and then yanked them down her legs. "Sorry princess. We may have all the time in the world, but I am finding I don't have all of the patience. I have been too long without you. The amount of times I have thought about our last time together....god."

Y/N was getting turned on by his desperation for her and quickly removed the remainder of her clothing, forgetting for a moment about her insecurities. Yunho couldn't help but to stand back up and quickly follow suit. She took a moment to admire his body. His creamy skin stretching to cover his towering form. Long described everything about this man.

Grabbing her legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed, he knelt his giant frame in front of her. "Gotta get you ready for me, pretty." Spreading her legs, he rubbed slow circles on her clit with his thumb. "Oh my god Yunho! Yes!" She couldn't help but to begin grinding against his hand. He pinned down her pelvis with his other hand. "Not yet, lovely."

Leaning forward, he gave small kitten licks to her clit. Enough to tease but not enough for full sensation.

"Yuyu please!" Y/N begged breathily.

"Okay baby I'm sorry. I'll take good care of you." With that he sucked hard on her clit, making her scream aloud. One of his long fingers joined in and the rhythm created a beautiful crescendo that escalated quickly. Once he added a second finger and rubbed against her g-spot, she was done for. He continued to guide her through her second orgasm, licking her clean.

"You taste divine." He continued to lick her until she was cresting towards a third high and then he quickly stood up, licking his fingers as he looked her right in the eye.

Crawling on the bed to join her, he sat up against the headboard on the pillows and tapped his lap like he had the couch moments earlier. "I liked the way you rode so well earlier. Think we will be needing a repeat performance, love." Y/N hesitated because...well...Yunho was huge.

"We'll take it nice and slow baby, I've got you. Come here." She threw her leg over him to where she now straddled his legs. Scooping one hand under her wet pussy, he pulled her closer to where she now hung right above his dick. He gently dropped her down with that hand while rubbing small circles against her clit with the palm of his hand. Once she felt the tip of him enter her, she was glad he had prepared her because dear GOD!

As he entered her inch by inch, is was a mix of pain and pleasure she couldn't get enough of. once she bottomed out, Yunho placed on hand on her hip and another around her throat once again. The hand on her neck had his thumb stroking soft lines across her neck.

"That's it pretty. Take all of me." Y/N nodded and slowly began to move. Rocking her hips back and forth, his cock hit the right spot with each stroke and her clit got stimulation as his thumb was able to stroke it while still maintaining grip on her hip. Damn him and his huge hands. He offered her sweet words mixed with filthy platitudes.

"That's it, beautiful. Take my cock. Fuck you feel so good. Better than I could have ever dreamed of. Love these sexy curves. Can grip you as you ride me." He continue to babble mixed with deep moans as she began to increase her pace. Once his pace on her clit increased, she was suddenly thrown into a third orgasm. Yunho instinctively tightened the grip he had on Y/N's neck as be begin to pound into her from underneath as she gasped for release and for air.

"Fuck! So tight! That's my girl. Oh god I'm cumming! FUCK!" He roared as he released into her, looking into her eyes as she began to come down from her peak. Loosening the hold on her neck, he pulled her in for a soft embrace. "Are you alright sweetheart? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

She shook her head, swallowing and nuzzling into his neck.

"My love, I need words. Are you alright?"

She looked at him and let out a scratchy, "I'm okay baby."

"Oh baby, I was too rough wasn't I? Let me get you some ice water. I am so sorry!" He quickly crawled out from under Y/N to head to the kitchen. She didn't get a chance to say anything before he threw on undies and ran out the door. She giggled raspily and went to the restroom, cleaning herself up and pulling his shirt on and grabbed her phone and charger, plugging it in before getting back into bed.

He ran back in with the glass of water and his gaze softened when he saw her snuggled in bed in his t-shirt. He knelt in front of her with glass in hand.

"Here baby. Drink a couple of sips please. I am sorry if I hurt you. I love you so much and I never intended to..."

She placed a finger over his lips and took the glass of water. She had to admit the sips felt glorious on her throat. Once she finished her required sips, she placed it on the nightstand and took both of his hands in hers.

"Baby it's okay." Her voice sounded much better now. "I probably lost my voice screaming more than anything else. Will have to apologize to everyone." He looked relieved and crawled into bed behind her. He spooned her, quickly falling into a sweet sleep. His soft breaths hit the top of her head. She figured she may as well get the apology out of the way now. She slowly stretched to reach her phone on the nightstand, being careful both due to soreness and not to wake up her sleeping angel.

Placing the phone back on the nightstand, she turned over to face Yunho and snuggled under his chin. His arms around her tightened and he sighed contentedly. It didn't take her long before she joined him in restful slumber.

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Taglist: @vtyb23 @nuggiesnuggetdog04 @anni-3 @mrsminseochoi

[edgessunflower]

Pink and purple sky

Pairing: Jack Mercer x Fem reader

Description: After reuniting unexpectedly at your old spot feelings finally spill out between you and Jack

Inspired by this fic by @wetpussyju1ce and this fic by @reveluving

You quietly walked to your spot that wasn't always just yours but it had been for the last while as you walked across the frozen lake and in the woods to your spot which was a strange mix of a shed due to it's size and a treehouse since it was a few feet off the ground attached to a large tree making it seemed like you had crossed into a different world for your own small sanctuary away from the world. Jack found your old spot making him smile as memories of the two of you when you were preteens and teenagers ran through his mind as he slowly walked up the steps and slowly opened the door only to find you smoking a joint by the window as the two of you locked eyes before the next thing either of you knew was sharing a hug which made both of you realize just how much both of you truly felt safe and at home while holding each other before falling into conversation, your heart broke when you found out his mom Evelyn had died two days back while you were out of town for the last few months with your family and seeing him in tears made your heart break even more knowing what he had been through as a child and how much his life changed when he ended up with evelyn and his brothers leading to him with his head leaning on your shoulder. "I missed this...us" he looked at you as the two of you sat by the open window with an inch between the two of you as the soft orange glow of the sun shined on both of you bringing out your features and natural looks to each other in a way that neither of you noticed until now staring at each other as the orange glow slowly disappeared with the sun dimming while the pink and purple tones in the sky began to appear bringing a sudden yet comfortable intimacy between the two of you, "You've always been the one I had my eye on" his words caught you off guard and made your heart flutter all at once before the gap between the two of you was closed with a soft kiss filled with trust, safety, and not just blossomed but also unconditional love between the two of you that had formed over the last ten years as the two of you held each other lost in the kiss and each other. Clothes slowly fell to the floor before being molded together without breaking the tender kiss being shared between you feeling like both of you were losing your virginity all over again in terms of the vulnerability and emotions holding each other's hands feeling an endless and uncontrollable tsunami of emotions flood you as he slowly thrust with soft grunts and moans echoing in the room with no one around to hear or see not sex but love making as you became one and your souls intertwined together, both of you felt peace in a way neither of you knew existed while laying in the twin bed sharing soft whispers and gentle kisses molded skin to skin under the large warm comforter finally saying three words that you both always wanted to say to each other for so long sharing a kiss as "I love you" in gentle soft whispers before both of you fell asleep as the moonlight glowed through the window beside them with your head on his chest and your heartbeats in sync.

[chaos-chloe]

A Tender Moment Filled with Love

Summary: On a dreary afternoon, when the world outside was wrapped in a silvery blanket of rain, the familiar and cozy living room became a sanctuary—a haven filled with warmth and affection. The soft patter of raindrops against the window created a gentle symphony, setting the perfect backdrop for a romance that felt like a scene ripped from a storybook.

TW: cuteness overload, soft love, established relationship

I didn't make this for a certain Clooless Member or anyone really, just wanted to try something different where you get to pick who it is! <3

In the middle of the living room, surrounded by scattered cushions and a fluffy throw blanket, our souls savored their playful intimacy. A soft song drifted through the air, and as if guided by an invisible force, we began to sway together, lost in a slow dance. It was a dance of love, spiraling softly, as if time had paused just for us.

Our foreheads touched gently, sharing soft kisses that melted into one another. Between bursts of laughter, tender whispers filled the space—a blend of sweet confessions and promises that felt as timeless as the falling rain. “You make the clouds go away,” I would say, pulling hime closer, our heartbeats syncing in perfect harmony.

The living room transformed into a world all its own, painted with joy and affection. With every kiss peppered across cheeks and noses, giggles erupted like bubbles in the sparkling air. Each kiss held a secret, a promise held tight between the two of us, affirming that we would always choose this moment—this happiness of being together.

Amidst the shared laughter, one squeezed the other’s hand, their eyes sparkling with mischief and love. With a note of sincerity beneath the playful banter, he leaned in and said, “Will you marry me, my pretty baby?” Histone was light, yet the weight of the words hung beautifully in the air.

“Oh? I’m your pretty baby now?” I asked with a shy smile, my cheeks tinged with rosy warmth. I couldn’t help but laugh, our giggles mingling with the sound of the rain, filling the air with delight.

“Yeah,” he replied, brushing a thumb across my soft cheek. “You’ve always been my pretty baby.”

With that, the laughter erupted again, soft and sweet, echoing against the walls of the small room. It was a melody of love and light-heartedness, binding them closer together. In that cozy cocoon, hearts were woven tightly as we embraced, snug against each other, captivated by the simplicity of shared dreams and blossoming love.

The rain continued to fall, but inside our little world, the storm felt far away. We held onto each other, cherishing the warmth of each other's love—a love that promised to grow, evolve, and weather any storm that life might bring. And as we clasped hands, drifting back into laughter and soft kisses, we knew we had found something inexorably special—a forever stitched together with the softest moments of now.

[kkurami]

( LOVE LETTER 2 U ! ) 💌 ² ˚ ༘ fluff

୨୧ ‧ megumi didn’t think he was anything special, not until he received a carefully written love letter just for him <3

like petals unfurling at dawn, my love for you blossoms as each waking day arises.

there’s something so enchanting about being in love, don’t you agree?

i like to believe it gives people a deeper understanding of themselves and their emotions. most people i have seen turn poetic and elegiac when talking about the one they love, which i never quite understood until i fell in love myself. after all, how much can one change just because of another person? the thought had always seemed silly to me.

but if someone were to ask me to describe my feelings for you, i guess i would be a victim of just that.

loving you is a rather unpredictable experience. at times, you make me feel like the happiest person on earth. i get so giddy and whimsical just being around your presence, because you’re the most ethereal person. however, there are times when i’m worried you won’t burn for me the way i do for you. do you feel a fire light up in your soul whenever you see me?

my dearest, your presence is the melody that dances through the corridors of my heart. in the realm of moonlit whispers and star-kissed dreams, your love blooms in the garden of my soul, a symphony of sounds that show we coexist under the same sky. in every heartbeat, i find the rhythm of our connection, a serenade that weaves its way throughout our world. together, we compose a timeless sonnet of boundless affection.

i need to confess… i’ve loved you from the start ♡

a faint blush overtook her features and sat mockingly on her cheeks, as if it waited to expose her inner feelings. she could barely feel the heat that radiated off it, everything in sync with the fast beating of her heart. the inconsistent rise and fall of her chest was synonymous the turmoil she felt deep inside.

her widened eyes held nothing less than affection for the boy who stood in front of her, as his eyes scanned the ivory paper in his hands.

fushiguro megumi, the one who had captured her heart with such grace.

it almost seemed silly, how much the boy had managed to enrapture ever fiber of her soul. after all— they hardly knew each other. she was astonished to find out that he had even known her name.

“this is a love letter?” megumi inquired, an inquisitive eyebrow raised almost as if to think it was silly. “for me?”

y/n’s head bobbed up and down in nervousness. she couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that she was speaking to megumi. “yes! i know we don’t know each other well and you probably don’t like me like that, but i just-!”

“why… me?” y/n put a hold on her rambling to scan her eyes over to megumi, who had his eyeline focused on the letter in his hands.

y/n quirked her head to the side. “why not you?” the question was silly to her. “you probably think people don’t notice you, but they do. i do. i've always admired you, megumi.”

like delicate petals falling from a sakura painted sky, y/n was a blessing that had graced the earth- at least, in megumi’s eyes. he never considered he was anything special, and opted to just live his life as it passed him by. however with just one letter, y/n seemed to reweave the tapestry of his existence. the page, filled with words of love and heartfelt serenades, seemed to hold megumi’s heart within its grasp- and y/n was at the forefront of it all.

“but,” y/n began to speak again when she noticed megumi deep in thought. “you don’t need to like me back. i just wanted to let you know how i feel!”

a sad smile graced her face, and megumi hated being the cause of it.

“let’s get lunch.” megumi roughy stated without thinking, before correcting himself. “i meant, um, let’s get lunch together.” he couldn’t stop the blush the threatened its way up to his face, nor the fast pace of his heart.

with hushed tones and soft smiles, y/n and megumi began their way towards the lunch room. the air was adorned with the subtle symphony of love as their hearts synchronized. amidst the delicate cadence, the world melted into the background, leaving only the warmth of companionship and the promise of countless conversations yet to unfold.

it was the beginning of a perfect love.

[amayaonly1]

Verses Unwritten: A Rap Odyssey

Eminem x Rapper!OC

Verse 8

About: The studio pulses with high-octane energy as creativity and tension collide. As Genji delivers verses that cut to the core, she not only claims her space but also pushes Eminem to confront emotions he's long kept buried. The resulting collaboration is electric, setting the stage for a track that could redefine everything, including the dynamics between them.

"Verses Unwritten: A Rap Odyssey" Chapter List: Verse 1 | Verse 2 | Verse 3 | Verse 4 | Verse 5 | Verse 6 | Verse 7 | Verse 8 | Verse 9| Verse 10 | Verse 11 | Verse 12 | Verse 13 | Verse 14 | Verse 15 | Verse 16 | Verse 17 | Verse 18 | Verse 19 | Verse 20 | Verse 21 | Verse 22 | Verse 23 | Verse 24 | Verse 25 | Verse 26 | Verse 27

Disclaimer: This work is a work of fiction, and any involvement of the character Genji is purely fictional and not representative of any real person.

The studio was buzzing with the kind of energy that was almost tangible. Dre and Snoop lounged near the console, their postures relaxed but their focus razor-sharp. Porter had just sauntered in, the timing too perfect to be coincidental. All were set up, ready to catch the vibe. It was all about the flow right now. No interruptions. Just music.

Inside the recording booth, Genji adjusted the headphones snugly over her ears, her hands steady as she positioned herself before the mic. Her gaze focused as she was ready to dive into her verses.

"Alright, let's take it from the top," Dre's voice carried across the room, calm but commanding.

The track kicked in, the beat heavy and relentless. Each thud of the bassline reverberated in the chest like a heartbeat. Synths distorted the air, bending it, while hi-hats skittered, marking time like a countdown. The room fell silent, every ear attuned to the rhythm.

Genji took a deep breath, nodding as if to sync her breath with the beat. And then she dove in, her voice slicing through the sonic chaos:

傷ついた夢、消えない記憶 (Kizutsuita yume, kienai kioku) (Dreams that are broken, memories don't fade) 孤独の中で進む軌跡 (Kodoku no naka de susumu kiseki) (Walking through the loneliness, the path I made) Breakin' through the static、音を裂く (Breakin' through the static, oto wo saku) (Breakin' through the static, tearing through the sound) 闇の中でも光は描く (Yami no naka demo hikari wa egaku) (Even in the dark, the light will come around)

Each word hit with precision, the cadence sharp and deliberate. Her bilingual flow danced effortlessly, weaving between languages and emotions. It wasn't just a verse; it was an unravelling of her soul, raw and unfiltered.

縛られた声、自由を求め (Shibarareta koe, jiyuu wo motome) (Voices restrained, I'm reaching for the free) 胸の奥深く、炎を染め (Mune no oku fukaku, honoo wo some) (Deep inside my heart, flames guiding me) Shadowと戦い、己を守る (Shadow to tatakai, onore wo mamoru) (Battling the shadows, guarding who I am) 鏡割れても、未来を作る (Kagami warete mo, mirai wo tsukuru) (Mirror cracks, but still I take my stand)

Eminem leaned back on the studio sofa, arms crossed as his eyes locked on her. He didn't move, barely breathed. He wasn't just hearing her; he was absorbing every syllable. Her words wrapped around the beat, building momentum like a wave cresting toward the shore. Her voice surged, carrying an edge of vulnerability masked by strength. Every line felt personal, the kind of truth you only shared when you knew the room would listen. And everyone listened.

愛した分だけ傷を負う (Aishita bun dake kizu wo ou) (The more I loved, the more wounds I bear) この手の中、何を守ろう？ (Kono te no naka, nani wo mamorou?) (What do I protect with these hands, laid bare?) Shadows dictate？ No way, I'll fight 未来を刻む、強くshine bright (Mirai o kizamu, tsuyoku shine bright) (Etching my tomorrow, shining so bright)

His gaze flickered to the others in the room. Dre nodded subtly, his approval clear. Snoop leaned in, a smirk tugging at his lips. But then his focus snapped back to Genji. It wasn't just her technical skill that impressed him; that was undeniable. No, it was something else. It was the way she owned the moment, how she poured everything she had into it. The intensity in her eyes mirrored what he hadn't seen in a long time, what he hadn't realised he missed.

There was an undeniable pull in the way she commanded attention, not just from the room, but from him. Why was he feeling like this? He had worked with countless artists and had this kind of chemistry before, but not like this. Not with her.

火の中歩き、燃え上がる声 (Hi no naka aruki, moeagaru koe) (Walking through the flames, my voice won't cease) 鼓動が導く、明日への扉 (Kodou ga michibiku, ashita e no tobira) (Heartbeat guiding me to the door of peace) No saboteur inside, 自分を越える (No saboteur inside, jibun wo koeru) (No saboteur inside will hold me back) 灰の中から種を植える (Hai no naka kara tane wo ueru) (Rising from the ashes, planting seeds where it's black)

Eminem shifted, resting his elbows on his knees. He felt the strange pull deep in his chest. This wasn't just about music anymore, was it? There was something about her that he couldn't ignore no matter how hard he tried.

He tried to shake it off, tried to focus on the beat, but it lingered, gnawing at him. It wasn't just her talent. It wasn't just the fire in her voice. It was the way she was there, present in a way that made everything else seem insignificant. He hadn't felt this alive in a session in years. And that scared the hell out of him.

燃え尽きてもまだ炎がある (Moetsukite mo mada honoo ga aru) (Even if I burn out, the fire still remains) 傷跡の中で強さが光る (Kizuato no naka de tsuyosa ga hikaru) (Scars within my soul turn to strength in my veins) I'm on fire, 消せやしない (I'm on fire, kese ya shinai) (I'm on fire, you can't put me out) 闇を照らして響くmy life (Yami wo terashite hibiku my life) (Lighting up the dark, hear my life shout)

The track faded, leaving a thick silence in its wake.

"That was hard," Porter's voice broke the silence, his voice cutting through the tension.

Genji stepped out of the booth, her smile faint but triumphant. Her gaze met Eminem's for a brief moment, an unspoken acknowledgement passing between them.

"Aight, my turn," he said, pushing off the couch. He adjusted his cap, his jaw set. He wasn't about to let himself get distracted. Not now.

Inside the booth, the headphones felt heavier than usual. The mic loomed before him, a familiar adversary. He cracked his knuckles, stealing a quick glance toward Genji. Her expression was unreadable, but her presence strangely felt different. The energy she had brought to the session lingered like an electric charge, and it wasn't just the music. It was her.

The beat dropped again, snapping him back into focus. The energy from her verses still pounded in his chest, leaving a thick, charged air in the studio. His grip on his notepad tightened as he leaned forward, eyes narrowing. His mind was split — half on the bars, half on her.

Her verses had shaken him, and it wasn't just because of her technical skill. No, it was the way her words seemed to cut straight through him, tapping into something he'd buried deep inside. It was like she saw him, and he wasn't sure he liked it.

He rapped through the first verse, his words jagged and sharp:

I'm a ghost in the booth, yeah, I haunt this mic, Turned my trauma into tracks, now I'm locked in a fight. Every grin's a grenade, every laugh's a knife, Every line's another layer of my messed-up life.

He spat the lines like a confession, each word sharper than the last. His flow was relentless, matching the chaotic churn inside his head. The flow was sharp and urgent; he couldn't stop now. The intensity she'd brought out in him had left him no choice but to spill his own truth.

Pushin' people off, yeah, I'm buildin' a moat, Keepin' my distance so I don't slit my own throat. A paradox breathin', rage in my veins, But inside, I'm just beggin' for the calm to remain.

As he rapped, his mind raced. Every line felt personal now, deeper than just the music. His gaze flickered again toward Genji, catching her out of the corner of his eye. She wasn't just another artist. She was different. And that made him uneasy.

He tried to ignore it. He tried to focus on the mic, on the track; but his thoughts kept drifting back to her. The way her presence had seeped into his chest. The way she made him feel alive.

I shove you away 'cause I'm savin' myself, But I'm dyin' inside while I'm screamin' for help. Buried the truth deep beneath the facade, The saboteur's a voice that keeps me at odds.

Every bar hit harder, his delivery like a barrage meant to drown out the thoughts creeping into his mind. This was supposed to be about the track, but her presence was messing with his head. Her talent, her energy; it was magnetic. He hated how much he liked it.

I'm tired of the fight, yo, I'm sick of the loop, The fire's burnin' out, but I'm still in the soup. If the shadows creep up, I'll carve out my lane, Every scar's just a roadmap drawn in my pain.

The session had become something more than music. It was personal now. Every word felt like a window into his head, and he knew she was catching glimpses.

What was he doing? This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He wasn't supposed to let anyone in, not like this. He had built walls and learned to keep his distance. Mixing business and emotion was a recipe for disaster. He knew that.

Risin' from the rubble, yeah, I'm lit like a fuse, Every demon I've faced just sharpens my views. You can't douse this flame, it's scorchin' the night, I'm the phoenix in the dark, burnin' loud and bright.

The track ended, the silence almost deafening. Dre leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "This one's it," he said simply.

Snoop chuckled, nudging him. "Told ya this was gonna be fire."

Genji smiled, her eyes meeting Eminem's as he stepped out of the booth. She looked at him, a small smile playing at the edges of her lips, but there was something more to it. Something that made him second-guess his next move. He wasn't sure what he was feeling anymore, but he knew one thing for sure: if he let this go any further, it could change everything.

"Yeah," he murmured, his voice low. "We just made something big."

Deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted. And for the first time in a long time, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

[fountainfever]

no trigger warnings i think, if there is tell meee

The dimly lit bar was buzzing with laughter and the clinking of glasses. It was a Friday night, and Konig walked through the door, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. Just a week ago, he had thought he was in love. Now, that love had turned into heartbreak, and he found himself staring down the barrel of loneliness.

“Hey, man! Over here!” shouted Soap, waving him over to a corner booth where their friends were already comfortably settled. Konig forced a smile as he approached, trying to shake off the remnants of his breakup. They ordered drinks, the cold bottles of beer offering a temporary reprieve from his thoughts.

As the evening wore on, Konig found himself drawn into their banter, the playful teasing and stories easing his troubled mind. They reminisced about old times and made fun of each other’s terrible dating choices. With each round, the laughter grew louder and the sting of isolation faded a little more.

“Come on, let’s hit the dance floor!” said Gaz, a friend with an infectious energy. Konig hesitated but decided to join. He needed a distraction, something to lift the fog of sadness still lingering in his heart. The music pulsed through him, and for a moment, everything felt alive again.

As the night progressed, konig found himself at the bar, leaning against it while catching his breath. That’s when he noticed her — a woman with striking eyes and a contagious smile. She was laughter and light, confidently chatting with a group of friends. Something about her captivated him, and as if drawn by an invisible string, he moved closer.

“Hey,” he said, trying to keep it cool despite the adrenaline rushing through him. “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

She turned, her smile widening. “Trying to escape my own reality, I guess. You?”.

“Same here,” he replied, feeling the connection spark between them. What your name she yelled over the loud music "Konig, and yours?" "My name is Y/N" Their conversation flowed effortlessly; they laughed, shared stories, and their chemistry was undeniable.

Before he knew it, they were back on the dance floor, wrapped up in each other, losing themselves in the music. The world outside faded away as they swayed together, bodies moving in perfect sync. The heartache that had haunted Konig earlier was now replaced with an exhilarating sense of freedom.

As the night deepened, Konig felt a pull that he couldn’t resist. “What do you say we get out of here?” he suggested, his heartbeat quickening.

“Sounds perfect,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

They left the bar, laughter mingling with the warm night air. The drive to his place was electric, filled with the thrill of the unexpected. Once inside, they barely made it to the couch before they were enveloped in passion. If only for a night, they were two souls escaping their realities, lost in each other’s warmth.

When morning arrived, sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating their surroundings. Konig woke up alone, the echo of laughter still ringing in his ears. He glanced around his room, a bittersweet smile creeping onto his face.

He walked by his dresser saw a paper it had Y/N number in it with a small note saying to call her.

[kayas-obsession]

Okay don’t judge me yet but I had this scenario of Gwynriel in my mind and I had to jot it down.

Do tell me what you think.

……………………

Azriel had always been the one who had given in love. He believed him being the way he is, a torturer and murderer could only receive as much as he gave but here, under the stars, with the woman whose teal eyes shone more brighter than moonlight. He was merely a man.

A man in love, sure but something else was singing from within him. Reaching out to the woman who was holding his hand so dearly, the same hands he had hated his entire life. Hid it from everyone because it was as ugly as he was inside.

But not to her it seems because she held it as if it was not something beautiful or strange but something precious.

As if he was precious.

She smiled wide, the smile so pure and lovely that the cave inside Azriel glowed with warmth. Filling all the empty pieces he had within.

A single tear fell from her eye and he reached out to wipe it. His shadows seemed to want to do the same.

She closed her eyes, leaning towards his touch.

“You are worth it. Worth everything the world has to offer, Shadowsinger. I see you.”

He was reminded of the words she had spoken to him. When he was a mere husk of a person he is now. The person she had given so much love that he sometimes felt like he didn’t deserve her. To which she had wittingly replied, like her usual self,

“Then make me feel so good, that you feel like you do”

And he had.

She opened her eyes a pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. An answer to his request.

His.

She was his.

His shadows danced around him, reaching to her. He did not lose to his shadows and engulfed her into his embrace. His heart swelled. It felt as if his entire body was rejoicing.

She brought her face to his. No words were spoken but her eyes told him everything. As if it was something so trivial to what they were feeling.

He kissed her gently. Tasting the tears that was now falling freely from her eyes. As was his.

The warmth inside him seemed to be reaching out to her. To form a symphony of all the emotions boiling inside of him. To connect with her as it collided and he could feel it, feel it in his soul, the light, that could not be dimmed by the darkest of hours. Glowing so brightly with the rhythm that matched their heartbeats. As if in sync with each other.

As if they had been from the moment they had connected.

His soul sang in answer. His shadows curled around them as if they too could understand what had happened.

She was the answer. To his longing, to his loneliness. She was his salvation, his muse, his prayers. His home.

She was his love.

His gift.

His mate.

[archaoism]

baby, if I could articulate it, I-I would have by now, I'd have left it in tiny villanelles in the very lining of your veins; in an attempt to spare the pain, to maintain the sanity we struggled thru the realities of far too apart rather than closer together; if it is any consolation, here is my fealty, here is my surrender, here is the please, remember me like this instead, stable with a head on my shoulders that knows better than to take for granted all you make me stumble through this world in, wide-eyed in awe-struck wonder before half-lidded in animalistic desire, nonethewiser that the strings in my heart wound 'round your fingers pull all the right triggers; and oh, please, let me do the suffering instead from now on, let the repressed demons battling in your head run wild in the winding labyrinths of my mind; darling, if ever you question I was near, place your hand over your heart and find the residual beat that got me thru the darker days until I found my way back to you the right way; oh, and I know timing ain't ever gonna be my forte and our story would've been written much different had I had not been forced to live the lives that I left behind every single time, returning bit-by-bit until what I have to offer is all that's left in the version of me that made it; if I could serenade your soul with syntax synced to your insecurities until it felt safe to be with me again, I would in a quicker heartbeat than the skip of mine every single time I am hanging on your every line; and I get it, sweetheart, I do; it won't ever be me that that is said to, but please know that no matter the journey, my love is unconditional, eternally infinite and forever devoted to The One who proved to me that soulmates truly are real

[meyaareads]

anakin skywalker x oc

summary: in a quiet moment away from the war, isara shares the news of her pregnancy with anakin

The room was dim, only the soft glow of the lightsaber hilt on the bedside table casting a faint light on the figures nestled beneath the blanket. The air hummed with a quiet tension, the weight of the moment hanging between them like a promise, fragile yet undeniable.

Anakin Skywalker lay beside her, his body still and warm, but his mind racing with thoughts too chaotic to calm. His chest rose and fell in sync with her breath, slow and steady, as the two of them laid together in the stillness of their private sanctuary—an oasis of peace they had fought so hard to protect. Outside, the world was war-torn, and their roles as Jedi led them into the chaos of the Clone Wars. But here, in this small corner of the galaxy, they were simply Anakin and Isara, two souls entangled in something far more precious than duty or obligation.

Isara’s fingers traced delicate patterns across his bare chest, the warmth of her touch grounding him in a way nothing else could. Her soft, rhythmic caress was the kind of intimacy that only came in moments like these—when the world faded, and all that mattered was the love between them.

After a long stretch of silence, Isara shifted slightly, her body turning toward him as her breath deepened, a subtle tension in the way she hesitated. She had something to say, something important, but she didn’t know how to frame it. She looked up at Anakin, her dark eyes filled with emotion—a mixture of uncertainty and something more tender, something she couldn’t hide from him even if she wanted to. Her lips parted, her heart hammering as she realized just how vulnerable she felt, but also just how deeply she trusted him.

She opened her mouth to speak, but it took a few tries for the words to form. “Anakin… there’s something I need to tell you.” Her voice was soft, almost as if afraid of the weight of her words.

Anakin’s brow furrowed, concern flashing across his face as he shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her. “What is it?” His voice was low, tender—a far cry from the commanding tone he often used in battle. This was the voice of a man who cherished her deeply, who feared losing her more than anything.

Isara swallowed, her hand reaching for his as she laced their fingers together. She took a deep breath, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, though it was strained. “I’m pregnant, Ani.” The words hung in the air for a long, pregnant moment, each syllable carrying a weight that neither of them was fully prepared for.

For a heartbeat, the world seemed to stop. Anakin’s eyes widened slightly, his breath catching in his chest. His mind raced, but his heart… his heart was filled with something he hadn’t felt in so long—joy. Fear. Hope. Everything collided in that moment, and yet, there was a calmness in Isara’s presence that anchored him, pulling him into the truth of what she had said.

He opened his mouth, but for a moment, no sound came. His throat tightened, and he struggled to find the words that felt worthy of this revelation. He could feel the warmth of her hand in his, the pulse of her heart under the skin, and everything inside him shifted. “You’re… you’re sure?” he finally managed, his voice thick with emotion.

Isara nodded, her expression softening, her free hand resting on her stomach, as if to protect the tiny life growing there. “I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” She could see the conflict in his eyes—the fear that always came with anything that threatened to take her from him, or threaten their future. But she could also see the spark of love, of wonder, that grew within him, just as it had always been there beneath the surface.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, simply existing in the space between their hearts, the quiet hum of their shared bond filling the room. Anakin, who had once feared the very idea of love because it had brought him pain, now found himself consumed by it, by the depth of what he felt for this woman. And here, now, she was giving him a gift—something beyond what he could have ever dreamed.

Anakin leaned forward, his forehead resting gently against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “I don’t know what to say…” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “But I—Isara, I will protect you. I will protect our child.” His hands cupped her face gently, his thumbs brushing away a few stray strands of hair, his eyes never leaving hers. “I never thought… I never thought we’d have this, after everything we’ve been through.”

Isara smiled, a small, contented smile that spoke volumes. She could feel the love radiating from him, and though the future was uncertain, she felt a deep peace in his presence. “I’ve always wanted this, Anakin. I wanted it with you. And now, it’s real.” She placed a hand over his heart. “We’re going to build a future, no matter the odds.”

Anakin closed his eyes, leaning into her touch, letting himself believe in this moment, in their future. He had been a slave. He has been a Jedi. But now, he was a father, and for the first time in a long while, he believed in something that was bigger than the war, bigger than the galaxy itself—he believed in the family he and Isara were going to create.

As they lay together in the quiet of the night, wrapped in the warmth of their love, the weight of the galaxy seemed to fade away. There was no war, no darkness, no chaos—just the two of them, their hands intertwined, sharing a secret that would change everything.

And for the first time in years, Anakin Skywalker allowed himself to hope again.

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Good morning/afternoon/night! My internet is really bad at the moment so im not sure when this ask is gonna get through lol :,)

If I remember it correctly, your asks are open! So I decided to try my luck on sending one! (I've only downloaded Tumblr recently so im sorry if this goes badly :,) )

May I ask for a scenario or something like that with Pocketcat obsessing over a poor and desperate soul(aka reader lol) who is just trying to make their way through the Fear and Hunger dungeons/The festival of Termina (It's probably better if you choose lol)? Reader is just trying to go through another day without being attacked in their sleep and maybe smoking some Opium while that goddamn cat is just starting from a corner.

((Im not sure how asks work! Sorry if I made a mistake!!))

Omg yes this is perfectly fine! Everybody loves Pocketcat (me included) so I'm more than happy to answer this lol. Let's set this during the Festival, shall we? :)

You're doing great!

Warnings: Stalking, General Creep Behavior, Pocketcat Deserves His Own Warning, Drug Use

The atmosphere of Prehevil was a buzz with an invisible, cold heat. Your skin had started to tingle the moment you woke up from that terrible dream you had on the train and a throbbing headache that started as a minor annoyance has now turned into a full blown migraine that has you feeling like you've been brained by a lead pipe, a very real possibility given all the pissed off locals that have been attacking you unprompted and out of the blue as you've wandered the mostly deserted streets.

The last few blocks, you've begun to feel as though you were being watched... Every other step you take, you swear that you hear the echo of a footfall that is just barely out of sync of your own. You pause mid step and listen carefully.

...click...

Shit. You don't look over your shoulder, fearing what you might find following you. You shove your hands in your jacket pockets and suddenly pick up your pace, not quite running but not walking casually either. Your fucking head is killing you... You wanted nothing more than to take a hit from your pipe... but you needed to find somewhere relatively safe first. Continuing on, you round several more street corners. You don't stop until you no longer hear any footsteps mirroring your own. Slowing down, you strain your ears once again.

....

Silence. You shuffle to a stop. Your headache is nearly blinding and you sit on a pair of steps that lead into one of the many buildings in Prehevil. Fumbling with your bag, you fish out your smoking pipe, your eyes closed as they were throbbing and painfully dry. You crack an eye open and find a nearly empty matchbook, striking it alight and lighting the pipe that was still partially filled with opium. Extreme, but its all you have.

And your head-

It was sweet relief. The opium was strong and fast acting. Your headache numbed, as did your paranoia. Your heartbeat slowed and you felt yourself fall at ease. You kept your eyes closed, enjoying the brief moment of quiet. Has it been only a few hours of this? It almost felt like a lifetime... Your eyes open, blinking as they readjust to the light. And you find yourself startled as there was someone standing down the street opposite of where you sat.

The colour purple was a strange sight in this blood-soaked town... Not a drop of gore was on him, yet the bag at his feet was blood-smeared and breathing, you could tell even from where you sat. He was tall and well-dressed, strange all around and strangely making a point to avoid eye-contact with you. As you stared at him, suddenly sobering from the opium, he twitched his head and glanced in your direction. What the hell was he wearing...?

"Ah-! Oh, dear me! I didn't see you there at all!" His accent was strange and he seemed exasperated. Though he was wearing a mask, something that appeared to be cumbersome and inflexible, it had a lot of character and seemed to reflect it well through his eyes.

"My, my, how rude of me! I do apologize, this Festival has us all running about like mad, does it not?" You uneasily looked side to side.

Was... he talking to you?

"What... 'Festival'...?" He continued on.

"Say... perhaps I am mistaken but... do I know you? Maybe you get that a lot, you do have one of those faces, but I swear that you look..." The masked man turned to face you. He had one hand in his pocket, something that make you gravely nervous.

"...familiar?" You don't know why you answered him. Perhaps it was the awkwardness of this situation getting to you.

"Yes! Familiar. I feel as though I have met you once before, in lands and times different though under such similar circumstances..." He grew wistful, seeming to reflect on an old and touching memory. You frowned. There was something nagging at the back of your head....

"Pray tell, how has this Festival been treating you? Worse for wear? Perhaps you have had your fill and wish to turn in for the day?" You narrowed your eyes.

"I... What?" He continued.

"No matter, there is time left for you, though not much at all, I'm afraid. There is never enough time, is there? Or it certainly doesn't feel that way... Especially where the ones we love are concerned..." He turned his head so you couldn't see his masked face. The man brought his hand to his mouth and seemed to suddenly grow sheepish. The hand in his pocket began to twitch and you felt your stomach roll in apprehension.

"Do you have that special someone in your life? I did... once upon a time... Though it has been so many ages since I last saw them..." He turned to face you and he seemed larger and closer than he truly was. The masked man grew in height and seemed to lean in close to you, until you had your back flat against the stairs and you were cowering before him from across the street.

"Though... looking upon you has brought a wave of nostalgia over me! Truly, I must thank you for this, for I had missed them terribly..." There was a genuineness to his voice that was almost moving... for a split second, you felt your guard lower.

"I see..." Your shoulders dropped a little. A wave of emotion washed over you.

Relief

Gratitude

But in the warmness there was also,

Anticipation

Fear

Hatred

Deja vu seized your heart and froze you in place. Your temples began to throb as the colour drained from your face. The stranger had become familiar and known to you, though you didn't understand how or why. He seemed pleased with the shift in your demeanor.

"That's quite enough I think..." You furrowed your brows, confused.

"What-?"

"Yes, quite so!" You can tell that he was smiling under the mask.

"I don't understand-" He nodded to himself.

"That's quite alright, old sport! Give it some time, I think it will all become apparent, sooner than later." The man straightened up and you no longer felt crowded.

"W-What will? What- Who even are you-?!" Your question was waved off.

"Enough questions! Don't you think it's about time now?" Anxiety pulsed under your skin.

"Time? Time f-for what?"

"Time to wake up, of course! You've nearly overslept!" You're stunned. Confused and a little annoyed, you open your mouth to rebuke him, but he's suddenly in front of you and has a gloved hand clamped around your mouth. You can't move, you can't blink, you can't even scream in terror as a wave of nostalgia crashes over you.

"Hush, now... I've stolen you away from my Master for long enough... It's time for us to part ways for now, but we will meet again. It will be just like the good old days, just you wait!" You didn't know who this fucking freak was and you didn't care. You just wanted him to get the hell away from you already!

"Go on, then! Away with you!" His tone was cheery but he picked you off the stone stairs with his one hand with ease, until your legs were dangling limply in the air.

You were thrown down but instead of busting your head on the edge of sharp stairs you startled in a seated position. You hit your elbow against the cool train window and your head bounced off of it as you struggled to regain your senses.

It was... what?

It wasn't real... It was all just one big, terrible dream... You sighed in relief. In the moments that it took your heart to slow, you realized something.

The train wasn't moving and it was devoid of all passengers.

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HeartBeat Sync Part 28

Reunited And It Feels So Good

Mingi and Wooyoung helped Y/N clean up quickly before getting back on track. Wooyoung started pouring extra affection on, sneaking kisses and snuggles when he could. After giggling about the situation, Wooyoung got up again to actually record the track this time. But first, he snuck in one more kiss.

"I love you baby. Your song is amazing but I will be unable to unlink it from that sexy scene I just witnessed. Made a killer sex soundtrack I will tell you that." With that he shot her a wink over his shoulder and walked back into the recording booth. She cackled in laughter at his antics. It was such a relief that tension was gone now. She hoped to get a proper night with him soon.

As Wooyoung slipped on the headphones and properly listened to the reference track one more time, singing quietly to himself, Y/N turned to Mingi, who was squatted next to her chair.

"Thank you for what you did Mingi. I don't know how we got so off-track but thank you for helping set things right. I am sorry our first time together was marked like this." she teared up at the thought of ruining their initial experience.

"Oh baby don't be upset. I think it was sort of epic. I know I will never forget it. I am a romantic but we have plenty of other times to get those moments together. I....I know what anxiety is like and how it can swallow you whole if you let it. The second I felt that from you I had to help." He knelt down, gently grabbing her left hand and traced Yunho's soul mark with his fingertips.

"I felt you so stressed and it hurt my heart. I never want you to suffer even an ounce. I know this was silly and petty in the grand scheme of things but I wanted to keep it from getting worse in any way I could." He picked up her hand and kissed the back of it.

"Alright lovebirds. Let's get this show on the road! I think I have it down this time." Wooyoung shouted from the booth.

Y/N giggled, kissed Mingi on the cheek, releasing his hand. Once she set up the track again, Wooyoung began recording his part. His unique tone gave a sense of urgency to the intro track exactly as she had intended. This was meant to be an intro and a warning of the danger in the tracks to come. A prequel to their track "Panic". After he finished recording, he turned to her.

"Did I do it right? I was trying to capture the danger the lyrics gave."

"Woo, you did perfect. Come here!" Y/N giddily leapt from her seat and ran to Wooyoung as he left the booth. She collided with him in a massive hug. "Damn baby, you like it that much?"

"Woo it was perfect! You captured exactly what I was going for. Thank you!!" Y/N nuzzled into his chest and Wooyoung caught himself melting into her, feeling her absolute joy through the bond.

"I could definitely get used to this, sunshine." He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. She felt his peace and the soul-mark began to burn anew, almost like a reconnection being made between the pair.

Mingi wrapped his long arms around the pair. "Group hug!" He chuckled deeply at their startled reactions to being broken out of their reverie. "I love you both but know the others will be here in a little bit and I should probably get my part done before they get here, yeah? We have to go to sound check later and we should get this done before then. Thankfully we got here early in the morning so we can do a lot."

"Oh! Yeah I almost forgot the concert is tonight and not tomorrow. I will get you set up. Sorry honey." She wiggled out of both of their holds and made way to her laptop to get Mingi's part of the track set up.

"Mingi, whatever you do, promise not to laugh at me."

Mingi looked confused. "Baby, why would I laugh at you?"

Y/N blushed deeply as she explained. "Well, I had to record your reference tracks too. Don't judge my rapping too harshly or anything."

Mingi smiled widely and almost frolicked into the booth. "I am sure it will be fantastic! You are amazing at all that you do."

"While I appreciate your faith, this isn't my strong suit. I threw a couple of song low notes in there too. I hope you don't mind. The into is an 8 person harmony, you included."

Mingi raised his eyebrows, "Now I feel like the one that should tell you singing isn't my strong suit."

"Honey, I love your vocal tone. You should use it more and it will be blended it with everyone else. You will do great. I believe in you."

She could see a look of pride on his face as he slipped on the headphones. Wooyoung made his way to the couch and began playing on his phone. "Gonna order us some food so lunch will be here when Joong and Jongho arrive."

Y/N nodded to Mingi, set up the reference track, and joined Woo on the couch. She placed her head on his shoulder and watched him order the food on his app. "Oh I should let the security guard know that the food is coming!" Both men nodded and Wooyoung followed her out back to the security booth in the front room of the building.

Y/N waved her hand to grab the guards attention. He looked away from the cameras (which thankfully only showed the entrances and hallways) and looked at her. She signed to him Just wanted to let you know that food will be here soon so there will be a delivery driver coming.

The guard looked enthusiastic that she could communicate with him. He signed back Are you deaf?

She shook her head. My grandmother was. I spent a lot of time with her as a child so learned a lot, but sorry if I am a bit rusty.

He smiled back at her. I think you are doing great. Thank you for letting me know about the driver. When will they be here so I can keep an eye out?

Y/N turned to Wooyoung who looked at her surprised. "What is the ETA for the boys and the food?"

"Um...both should be here in about a half hour."

She noticed the guard was able to lip-read what Wooyoung had said and nodded in confirmation.

Thanks again...She read his name tag Terry. Do you have a sign name? My name is Y/N. She showed her sign name.

The guard showed it to her his and smiled. No problem! Let me know if you guys need anything.

Y/N nodded and the pair made their way back to the studio.

"Hold the phone...How did you know how to do that?" Wooyoung looked astounded. Mingi looked confused.

"What happened. Baby are you okay?"

"What HAPPENED was our girl talked IN SIGN LANGUAGE to the guard. Like full convo. It was so cool!"

"Well, like I told Terry, my grandmother was deaf and I stayed a lot at her house when I was a kid. No biggie. Just like learning another language. Anyway, what did you think of the track Mingi?" They could sense she was trying to avoid the topic but decided to let it lie.

"Baby that was AWESOME! I think you are selling yourself short on the whole rapping thing because WOW. Your voice was adorable but your flow? SO COOL!" He looked genuinely proud of her and she should feel his pride through their connection.

Y/N blushed further. "Awww you are so cute!" Wooyoung grabbed Y/N and pulled her down on the couch with him, wrapping his arm around her. Reaching across to restart the track, she was swiftly pulled back down giggling into Wooyoung's eager arms.

Mingi sang some low notes in the intro meant to weave through Yeosang's and Yunho's. His voice was gritty and raw but beautiful. She knew she would have to use it more on future tracks. When his rap part came up, he gave it a fire and passion that was undeniable. It was hard to not be turned on by witnessing it. She realized the pair could feel how she was affected as Woo squeezed her tighter and Mingi had a big smirk on his face.

Once he was done, he exited the booth with the swagger of knowing how he affected her. Kneeling between her legs as she was leaning on the sofa between Woo's legs, he hugged her and placed his head on her belly. Just then, there was a knock on the studio door. Mingi got up to pull up the curtain and let the guy in to place the bunches of food that was ordered on the table in front of them.

Wooyoung served plates to everyone and it was nice. She felt like it was a family dinner, which growing up was never a great experience. She was glad to have found this new family. This new home.

Couldn't imagine it getting any better.

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Sorry this chapter was a little short. Next part up Sunday❤

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