#it's not surprising that it would suit him

[ssahotchnerr]

reader helping aaron relax and make out session in the hot tub!!!!!!

hot and heavy

😵‍💫❤️‍🔥🦋!!!! cw; fem!reader, established relationship, playful teasing, a lot of heated kissing, very suggestive content, partial nudity 🫢 wc; 1.2k nsfw - mdni

It didn't take long during your conversation with Aaron for it to become clear that the case he'd just finished had been awful.

You could hear the stress in his voice, the kind that only came from days filled with long hours, endless frustration, a sad ending. There was a tightness in his words, a strain that made it clear just how much he needed to let go and turn his brain off for a while.

And so, once you hung up, you quickly devised a plan to relieve some of those tensions upon his arrival home. Or rather, a nice surprise to return to.

You strategically selected his favorite robe of yours - a short silk one that nearly floated atop your skin - and a bathing suit that barely covered up what it was made to.

You were in the middle of tying up your hair when the familiar sounds of his arrival home echoed up the stairs and into your bedroom. He called out -

"Sweetheart?"

His gaze lifted at the sight of your approach, you having rushed downstairs to greet him. He was in the middle of getting settled when he caught sight of you and froze.

He was far from subtle, letting his gaze linger over you for a moment, breath catching in his throat. Hesitantly with transparent amusement, he asked, "What're you up to?"

"Heading for the hot tub," you answered nonchalantly, making your way to the door that led to the backyard. "Thought it'd do you good to relax. Go get changed, I'll meet you out there."

As if he needed any further persuading, you turned towards the door, cleverly dropping your robe and heading out. A clear indication you'd make it worth his while.

The message was well received. You felt his intense gaze follow your form, not leaving until you were completely out of view.

The steam was curling up at the surface, illuminated by the blue-toned lighting underneath. You got in, enjoying the instant warmth of the water enveloping you, the night air chilled in juxtaposition. You slouched a bit deeper, the water pooling atop your shoulders.

You weren't alone for long; you opened your eyes at the sound of the door sliding open, Aaron joining you in record time.

"C'mon, get in." You pushed your forearms back to lift yourself out of the tub, sitting on the edge with your feet remaining inside. You also indulged yourself, checking him out also. His torso, the veins protruding in his forearms, his muscles openly flexing as he moved about.

He gave you an almost offended look. "And you're getting out?"

"Just hush and listen to me," you ordered lightly, playfully glaring your eyes at him.

He obeyed, getting in. You gestured for him to come near; he sat with his back to you, situated between your legs.

After ensuring he was comfortable, you started working at his shoulders. Really pressing your fingers into his skin, kneading at the lingering tension. It immediately caused a groan to leave his parted lips.

"Feel good?"

He nodded, his head falling back in satisfaction, practically involuntary.

"God honey," you sighed, referencing the case, the one that had achingly kept him away from you for a week. Your eyebrows drew into a troubled line at his stiff muscles. "That bad?"

"Mhm," he mumbled, his eyes closed as he leaned back into your touch. "Amongst other things. Needed you."

You laughed softly, leaning forward to press your lips behind his ear. The touch lingered for a moment before you whispered, "Well, good thing I'm here now."

You continued to massage his shoulders, paying attention to the areas that held the most rigid of his knots. You worked slowly, easing the pressure with gentle, circular motions. You prolonged each squeeze, each touch, hoping it would relax him while simultaneously rile him up in all the right ways. Long intimate contact such as this, after not seeing each other, easily comparable to foreplay.

And it was working. After a minute or two, he turned around, eyes locking onto yours. You raised an eyebrow, biting down onto your lip to hide your smirk. The glint in your eyes, however, certainly noticeable.

Aaron reached for you, using one arm to pull you down and onto his lap. He shifted to the side of the tub, allowing his back to be against it this time.

You looked at him, questionably yet innocently, awaiting his next move.

"You want to help me relax, don't you?" His voice was low, eyes dark with a small smile tugging at his lips.

You hummed in confirmation, quickly tracing a finger along the stubble producing at his jaw, unshaven for a day or two. Brushing away a lone water droplet that had come from the bubbling surrounding the two of you, you added, "I'll do anything."

He leaned in and kissed you, hard. Although expected, a surprised squeak still left you. Your arms found home around his neck and you pressed your front firmly to his, ever so subtly grinding into him as you forced yourself closer. You needed to be as close as you could manage.

His lips moved against yours in practiced yet feverish ease, with both the equal amounts of gentle and rough. He held onto your waist tightly, his fingertips digging into your skin, forceful enough to leave an imprint.

Your hands were soon all over him. To the nape of his neck, back to his shoulders, his broad chest. Indulging in the way his toned, strong muscles felt. Aaron's breath picked up, heavy into your mouth.

You knew each and every one of Aaron's scars. Location, how they felt, size. Your fingertips landed on a newfound, raised line, alerting you out from the haze you had entered.

"This is new," you stated against his lips, pulling away with a swollen pair of your own. Despite the darkness, you could see the red scrape, identifying its freshness. Panting, you manage to say, "It got physical?"

"It's fine. Nothing really. Something we can worry about later." He readjusted you on his lap, against the ongoing currents - again driving you further into him as his lips transferred to your neck.

His plan was to switch the topic, and he was doing a fantastic job. You turned to putty within a second, especially when his lips traveled down to your chest.

Your head fell back to give him more space to work, he sucked bruises into your skin. He took his time, wanting them to be as distinguished and dark as they could - you were his.

You frantically clutched his hair, bringing his lips back to yours. There was no feeling like kissing Aaron. It was exhilarating. You had to remind yourself you were grounded and not floating amongst the clouds.

Desperate sounds were leaving the back of Aaron's throat, hard under you, and they were driving you wild. Your body was practically shaking with need, and an uncomfortable layer of sweat was building on your skin. Hot from both the temperature of the tub and from the heated exchange. You obviously chose to ignore it.

His fingers expertly found the string holding your top, fumbling a moment before tugging it loose.

"Aaron," you laughed with a touch of warning in your voice, peering over your shoulders as your top dipped. No need to give the neighbors a show if you could help it.

"What?" He chuckled darkly, his breath fanning hot. He pried the wet top off you, discarding it onto the floor as your hands dove underneath the water to his waistband. "No one can see. Besides, we have high fences for a reason."

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

Fic idea: After Emerald Twilight, Ganthet gives the last GL ring to a literal child

If you wanna get cracky with it, it’s because he’s an immortal alien and mistook a human kid for a particularly short adult. Or perhaps he’s gambling on the hope that there’s still some good in Hal and that he won’t harm a child.

Either way, the kid uses the ring to become the new Green Lantern. Eventually, Parallax!Hal comes for the last power ring and stops dead in his tracks when he finds its bearer and realizes they are smol. It would be so easy for him to take the ring, this untrained child is nothing compared to the experienced Corpsmen that he'd defeated on his way to Oa or the superheroes of Earth who stood in his way.

But that is exactly why Hal can't bring himself to raise his hand against this last Green Lantern. It's one thing to fight trained officers and former peers. It's another thing entirely to threaten an innocent kid.

Despite the voice in the back of his mind screaming that this is the only way to bring back Coast City, that he can rewrite reality and make it so that the child will have no memory of it, Hal decides that he cannot- will not- hurt them. He leaves the new Green Lantern alone and flees.

The young Green Lantern continues to be a superhero, but frequently gets in over their head without a proper mentor. There are several times that they only survive thanks to their ring seemingly acting on its own. On one of the rare occasions that Ganthet shows up though, he tells them that such a thing is beyond the power ring's capabilities.

The next time Kid Lantern is saved by hard light constructs not of their own making, they call out the name of their predecessor. Sure enough, Parallax appears, having been watching over them all this time. He apologizes and explains that he felt responsible for all the danger that the kid has been through. When he goes to leave though, the kid latches onto his cape and refuses to let go.

To everyone's surprise (including his own), Parallax surrenders. He allows the Justice League to take him into custody under the condition that they allow him to teach Kid Lantern how to use their ring better. They're reluctant to agree to this (Batman outright refuses at first) but Kid Lantern is able to convince them by pointing out that Parallax had multiple opportunities to take the power ring but had instead chosen to save them every time.

Parallax is put under "house arrest" in the Watchtower, and only allowed to train Kid Lantern when they come to him, with one of the Justice League guarding him at all times. Considering the magnitude of his crimes, many think this is being too lenient on the supervillain and wonder if this is some elaborate ruse. But they also know that Parallax does not need to cooperate with the League to get what he wants.

Under the fallen hero's tutelage, Kid Lantern quickly improves with the power ring. Even so, they're not invincible, and when Fatality comes hunting the last remnant of the Corps, she is able to capture them and whisk them away to space. The Justice League aren't sure how Parallax found out, but they completely fail to stop him from breaking out of the Watchtower when he realizes his protege has been taken.

To their surprise, Parallax returns with Kid Lantern safe and sound. Even more surprising, he has Fatality captive and (relatively) unharmed. He later admits that he'd been ready to annihilate her, but the kid had talked him down.

Parallax returns to his confinement on the Watchtower, with the guard detail increased to three members. Those who'd known Hal Jordan best often volunteer for the duty, and they see more of their former friend shining through as Kid Lantern continues to visit him. It's plain to see that the child brings out the best in Hal.

(It's ironic how well fatherhood suits him when he only met his kid because of his fall from grace.)

No one needs to ask this Parallax to help when the sun is extinguished. In fact, his kid tries to stop him, unwilling to lose the mentor they'd come to see as a father. But Hal Jordan goes and sacrifices himself anyway, using up the power he'd once stolen in grief and giving it all up for his child to have a future.

Was scrolling through AO3 and found this gem

Enemy to parent is a trope we have to popularise lmao

[aethon-recs]

40 Tomarrymort Recs for 2024 — Longfic Edition (Part 3)

Part 3 of 2024 recs! See below for a round-up of some of the most engaging multi-chaptered works/longfics that I came across in this ship in 2024 🤍

As with last year, I found each of these fics, in their depiction of the ship, to be a fresh or surprising take on our familiar beloved characters of Harry and Tom|Voldemort, with an emphasis on underrated fics and/or fics that made me think about the ship in some new way. It's amazing to me that even after 20+ years of writing in this ship, there are still so many new themes and tropes and angles to explore.��

Criteria for this list: multi-chaptered, Tomarrymort-centric, with at least 1 update published in 2024. 

Overall, for 2024, I've split up my year-end recs into 3 parts: (1) Completed Multi-Chapter Fics, (2) One-Shots, (3) WIPs. Here’s the link back to Part 1: Completed Multi-Chapter Fics with 30 fics and Part 2: One-Shots with 30 fics. And with these 40 fics, this wraps up 100 recs for Tomarrymort for 2024!

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a cool drink of water by @zolpidem105 (E, 10k, WIP)

Harry Potter, an apprentice at Police Scotland, wakes up to find he’s not in his bed.  "Awake? Excellent. We should get going," Tim?—Tom—says from the side, sounding far, far too alert for what Harry feels is catastrophically early in the morning.

A Simple Request by @shyinsunlight (E, 70k, WIP)

Harry can't sleep because of his neighbours' constant fighting, and he ends up falling asleep at work. Tom Riddle, CEO, is not particularly happy.

Accidents happen by @themothatyourdoor (T, 51k, WIP)

Harry must have been London's first accidental sugar daddy.

And the Living Will Envy the Dead by @k-s-morgan (M, 114k, WIP)

When Tom looks at Harry, he feels nothing. Until he does, and then Harry’s world starts drowning in blood.

Anytime, Anywhere, Always by @moontearpensfic (E, 30k, WIP)

Tom expects to feel victorious at his greatest enemy's confession. Instead, he develops a crush on him.

Auror Potter by @albondiguilla007 (E, 21k, WIP)

Harry Potter is done. He's been in the past for months now, working undercover. Enter Tom Riddle. Impulse control has never been a strong suit of Harry’s, and this mission is proving to be the most difficult one yet.

By Any Means by @corpium (E, 101k, WIP)

Harry Potter will do anything to protect his little brother, whether that means facing the Dursleys' wrath, dogging his brother's footsteps, or taking down the Dark Lord himself. Absolutely anything.

Crush by @chiocchi (T, 4 chapters, WIP)

Tom Riddle doesn't know what it's like to have a crush. So when his heart starts beating fast every time he sees Harry Potter, it can only mean one thing: His instincts are telling him that Harry Potter is a threat that must be eliminated.

Do It Over by @marrythemonstersao3 (T, 57k, WIP)

Harry wakes up on the morning of his eleventh birthday, ready to do things differently this time. He has no grand plans, just the instinct to be close to the man whose soul he shares.

draw me after you (let us run) by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (E, 287k, WIP)

“Harry Potter,” comes the soft, sibilant hiss of a voice he has heard in his dreams, in his nightmares, in his waking hours for years. “It seems I have finally caught you.” 

Echoes by @dracomort (M, 4k, WIP)

Across a thousand worlds, Harry and Tom find each other.

Embryo by @cannibalinc (NR, 112k, WIP)

This is Tom’s destiny, a King among men. No—a god. He need only rise to that which is his for the taking… if only one strange boy weren’t so determined to get in his way.

Hole in the Wall by @elddrmot (E, 77k, WIP)

Voldemort survives the final battle and is imprisoned in Azkaban. After a series of unfortunate events, Harry Potter ends up in the cell next to him.

Ills of Murder by @shadow-of-the-eclipse (M, 90k, WIP)

Harry Potter is a time-travelling, furious mess, and he is going to kill the Dark Lord. Like most of his plans, things do not work out. Tom should not be so obsessed with his would-be murderer.

Liquida Tenebris (Remastered) by @dymis (E, 595k, WIP)

When Harry Potter cast his first Cruciatus Curse, he was successful. In doing so, he awoke the darkness in his head. It whispers, and it's never wrong. The darkness is hungry, and won’t be denied.

Moon Rite by @isalisewrites (E, 15k, WIP)

Voldemort learned the truth: Harry was his horcrux. With a sudden offer of a ceasefire, the decades long war could be over - lives saved and protected - if Harry swore to one agreement: a magically binding marriage contract with Voldemort himself.

No Glory by @obsidianpen (E, 313k, WIP)

The Dark Lord divines what Harry Potter is in the Forbidden Forest, and revelations lead to incomprehensible consequences. Lord Voldemort has won... and the dystopia is damning.

Of Kings, of Pawns, and of Men by @ambivalens999 (E, 166k, WIP)

When Harry succumbs to dementors in Little Whinging, the last thing he expects is to wake and find Tom Riddle’s face staring back at him in the mirror. It only goes downhill from there.

of various storms and saints by MaidenMotherCrone (E, 36k, WIP)

“I am the last Lector. I am my people’s very last hope,” Harry bites out through the teeth of his fury. He is done throwing curses and spells. He is reduced to this, divine rage.  And then, Voldemort is there, looming and dark and great and terrible. “And I will stamp it out.”

One Year In Every Ten by @saintsenara (E, 207k, WIP)

A decade after the final battle, just when the wizarding world thinks itself safe, a serial killer emerges, leaving a trail of dead women in his wake. Each of the bodies bears a gruesome message for the Aurors. A message which claims the Dark Lord has risen again.

Reckless Cartography by @meles-merrivale (M, 39k, WIP)

Featuring Harry and Tom attending Hogwarts together and slowly ruining each other’s lives.

Revolution of Configured Stars by @tollingreminiscentbells (E, 162k, WIP)

In another world, Harry Potter was spared. Raised in Lord Voldemort's Britain, he enters his seventh year wanting to keep his head down. But after a chance encounter with ‘Marvolo Gaunt’, it looks like it may not be so simple.

Saint Harry by @alenablack @chaos-bear (E, 70k, WIP)

The moment Harry is struck by the killing curse, it’s not death that awaits him, but ascension. A story of faith, obsession, and the burden of divinity.

Seaforth by @kippipies (M, 10k, WIP)

For as long as he can remember, Harry's had a normal life, looking after a precocious child named Tom on an isolated island. But everything in his normal life is shattered when he finds out a terrible truth: that a powerful leader called Voldemort is after him.

Seeing Sand by @valkyrie-chemist (T, 95k, WIP)

Anticipation bubbled in Tom’s stomach as he imagined fear and shock Harry’s green eyes. Eyes that snapped open the instant Tom's hand touched the frame of the hospital bed. Eyes that burned gold.

some like it hot by @duplicitywrites (E, 12k, WIP)

When Tom Riddle applies for an internship at the Ministry of Magic, he is assigned to the Department of Magical Fire Control and Containment, a department that boasts a very impressive headcount of one: Harry Potter.

Strings of Fate by @solelyseeking (E, 58k, WIP)

“When I touch you,” Tom says, bitterness clinging to every syllable, “I feel whole.” Harry might just be the first interesting thing that Tom has ever encountered.

Stygian by @crowcrowcrowthing (E, 71k, WIP)

There's a book in Voldemort's private library that can explain this kind of magic. The cover is black and shiny and looks like it's breathing. Harry really wants to take a look at chapter three, no matter what it takes.

Tender Reigns Our Night by noumena (M, 103k, WIP)

Sent on a Ministry mission to fight for magic's survival, Harry goes back in time with two simple objectives: find and destroy any existing Horcruxes, and stop Tom Riddle ever evolving into Voldemort. Harry thus finds himself working alongside Riddle at Borgin and Burke's.

The Longing by @aglassroseneverfades (M, 41k, WIP)

What is possibly most damning of all is that Harry is not thinking of his parents right now as he trudges alongside his companions up to Voldemort’s eerie castle. He is thinking instead, as he often does, of a name that burns too brightly on his wrist in the pre-dawn light.

The Runemaster by @kazisstillawake (E, 43k, WIP)

Harry trips on a rock and leaps through time. 1940s Hogwarts is very different from the home he is familiar with. To make matters worse, he is dumped into Slytherin – Riddle’s territory. But it’s hard to be invisible when you’re a novelty, a new student that knows too much for your own good.

the stars, my destination by @milkandmoon-ao3 (E, 47k, WIP)

Harry is sent through time to the relative safety of 1963 and adopted into the Potter family. Now he’s entering his sixth year at Hogwarts in 1976, with a war brewing just outside the school walls. The last thing he needs is to catch the attention of the rising Dark Lord.

The Unintentional Consequences of Prison Reform by @badluck (E, 28k, WIP)

Harry Potter, newly licensed Mind Healer, puts personal history aside to take on his hardest job yet. “Talk to me, please. Give me a chance to make you better.” Lord Voldemort looks downright murderous.

The Word of Your Body by @ictyn (E, 7k, WIP)

“Have you heard from him?” Albus asks. He only means one person when he asks Harry this question. He’s asked it five times in twenty years, and the answer is always the same. The only thing he knows about Tom is that he’s not dead. Harry would know if that happened. He’d feel it beating inside his heart, inside of his very soul.

Timeless by @perhaps-sunlight (E, 3k, WIP)

In which Master of Death Harry Potter time travels to the 1940s, only fixing Tom Riddle isn’t quite what he had in mind.

To the Hilt by @izharmilgram (E, 28k, WIP)

Voldemort had trusted him with the task of bringing Prince Gryffindor under his control, thus securing the future of Gryffindor within their hands. Tom would do so easily—the prince was a mere omega, docile and sweet, easily swayed—and then Gryffindor Kingdom would be folded into the Slytherin Dynasty. He would prove himself undoubtedly useful, and Voldemort would finally let him rule at his side.

Venom or Valor by @lightningant (M, 52k, WIP)

20 years old and unemployed, Harry decides to use a time turner to travel to 1946. But what he finds isn’t the proud, charismatic Dark-Lord-To-Be, but a neurotic 19-year-old Tom Riddle living quietly in the tiny flat that his retail job barely pays for, isolated and addled by chronic illness.

we made universes out of bitten lips and broken hands by @boyneptunee (M, 68k, WIP)

Seer Harry who tries to write his own future, fuck prophesies and mastermind darklords and evil teachers. He will live his life, and he will enjoy it, dammit. Oh, and there's also Tom Riddle.

What In Me Is Dark, Illumine by @telelli-writes (M, 80k, WIP)

There was a new transfer student, Tom observed at the Start-of-Term Feast as he idly twisted the Gaunt ring around his finger. Featuring a schoolboy on the precipice of becoming a monster, a powerful and mysterious newcomer to Hogwarts, and an initial spark of interest that becomes an obsession.

With a resolute heart by Act_Naturally (M, 243k, WIP)

Triwizard Tournament, but Hunger Games: Tom Riddle needs to win to fulfill his plans. Cedric Diggory wants to make his family proud. Hermione wants her friends to survive. Harry wants a lot of things, including Tom Riddle. 

you speak of the devil (like he's not your friend) by @amuria (M, 64k, WIP)

When Harry wakes a seventeen-year-old Tom Riddle from the Gaunt's Ring, it is to a world where his future self has achieved none of their goals except one. Harry is proof that he's a great wizard after all.

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[simpurnatural]

“Sugar Baby” || Oneshot

XO, Kitty - Min Ho Moon x Fem!Reader

Note from Nat: "After making the alphabet which you can also read here, it has given me inspiration for more Min Ho writing! Enjoy babes! Oh also, requests will be opening soon so keep your eyes peeled!"

Warning(s): Suggestive, woah and not a smut-fic??

A summer getaway with Min Ho to Cebu, Philippines. But despite of booking first class, the airline manages to leave your luggage back in Korea.

“Do I just stay in the same clothes the whole time?” You groan, throwing your hands up in defeat.

“Apologies ma’am,” the worker replied, “Your luggage will be available to you once you land at Incheon International Airport,”.

“It’ll be alright,” Min Ho insisted, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Thank you,” he nods to the worker before pulling you away from the baggage claim counter.

You let out a large sigh as you trudged towards the exit doors of the airport. You had already curated amazing outfits to post on your IG throughout your travels. But all you have now is your backpack.

“Hey, at least you didn’t lose your passport or anything super important,” your boyfriend said, trying to look at the bright side.

“My skin care pouch was in there too,” you muttered as a chauffeur with a sign that read Min Ho Moon became visible.

“Sounds like the perfect excuse for a shopping spree,” Min Ho smirked.

“Okay we don’t need to be doing all this,” you scoffed as you walked into the mall.

“Don’t worry about it babe, I’ve got it,” your boyfriend ensured, waving his wallet in his hand.

“That’s even more of a reason not to be here,” you retort before feeling an arm grab yours and whisk away towards one of the boutiques.

“This place looks nice,” Min Ho nodded in self-approval. “I’m sure you could pick up a couple things here,” he ensured.

Your eyes did linger on a few items, totally giving beach vacay vibes. Upon tossing at least the weight of a small dog-worth of clothes to your boyfriend, you decided to try everything on.

“Baby, you’ll have to be honest with me, okay?” you call out from behind the curtain.

“Always baby,” he hollers back before you pull the curtain aside. “Wow,” he says, genuinely astonished.

“Shush,” you blush, turning back to the mirror and examining the flowy white dress. “I think this is nice for a beach stroll or maybe a swimsuit cover up?” you suggested as you turned back to your boyfriend.

“I think one in every color would be nice,” Min Ho added, “What are the other colors exactly?” He asked, looking towards the sales associate

“No no, one of these is fine,” you insist before shutting the curtain again.

After trying on other items, you made your way to counter to pay. But the cashier began waving her hand at you dismissively.

“No need ma’am,” she assured with a smile, “The young gentleman paid for your items,” she adds as she placed large bags on the counter.

“Baby-“you gasped as you whipped your head to look at your boyfriend.

“I just saw how much you liked pretty much everything you tried on and decided that it should last you the whole trip,” Min Ho replied, the corners of his lips turning up.

“This is basically my lost luggage,” you state as you took the bags from the counter, totally in disbelief by your boyfriend’s actions.

“Next stop, bathing suits,” Min Ho smirked with a knowing look on his face.

After walking into the next boutique, Min Ho failed to notice that this particular store didn’t just specialize in swimwear but also lingerie.

So, you thought, what better way to thank your boyfriend for treating you like sugar baby than show him what’s going to be treating him?

Right after you made selection of bathing suits, Min Ho got up instinctively and assumed you would be done. But he was surprised to see the sales attendant hand you a couple more things to try on.

“More bikinis?” your boyfriend asked as you shimmied on a lace thong.

“Nope,” you replied, also hooking its matching bra and a silk robe.

“I’m not complaining,” he chuckles as he sat back down. “More for me,” he shrugs contently to himself.

“Ta-da,” you sang whilst pushing aside the curtain. “What do you think baby?” you smirked,

Min Ho was struck by a lack of words, his attention totally absorbed by the stunning view in front of him. It was very rare that you had sported a look like this. Especially since if you wanted to do the deed then there would be no need to special attire.

Standing up, your boyfriend wordlessly walked over to you. His hands appeared at your waist as you stood there and watched him just about drool over you.

“This is brilliant,” he finally said, his hands behind to trail up your torso.

“We are in public!” You giggled before stepping back and shutting the curtain in his face.

“I’m going to require some assistance from you later,” Min Ho blushed as he utilized the countless shopping bags to cover the tent in his pants.

JAN 2025

[swappermanent]

The Body Swap Experiment (Dave's POV) Part 2

Check out Cody's POV by @verus-veritas here.

The next few days were a whirlwind of anticipation. I could hardly contain my excitement, my mind racing with thoughts of the new life that awaited me. I still had to go to work, of course—if Cody suddenly showed up in my place, people would be downright confused. So, while I went about my usual routine, Cody, bless him, handled all the ironing and prep work for me. Watching him do these tasks, his face drawn with unease, made the waiting game all the more enjoyable.

I couldn’t resist teasing him every chance I got. “It’s so strange, isn’t it?” I’d say with a sly grin. “We’re not in the correct bodies. Don’t worry, though—Doctor Larry is going to fix all of that very soon.” The way his jaw clenched every time I said it was almost too satisfying.

One evening, as he handed me a freshly ironed shirt, I smirked and quipped, “Why’d you steal my body, Dad? Trying to relive the glory days?” He didn’t respond, but the flicker of frustration in his eyes was enough to keep me grinning.

Another time, as I sat on the couch, I sighed dramatically. “I really miss my friends, Dad,” I said, emphasizing the word. “I just want to hang out with the guys again, you know, once I’m back in my body.”

Cody shot me a glare but said nothing. I pressed on, unable to help myself. “Thank God Doctor Larry promised this next swap will be permanent. I never want you in my body again, and I definitely never want to be out of it again.” The tension in the air was palpable, and I reveled in it.

Each comment, each loaded exchange, felt almost tantric, a slow build of anticipation and power. I was counting down the hours to the big day.

Finally, the morning of the swap arrived. I was so excited that I woke up at 5 a.m., my mind buzzing with energy. I decided to give this body one last hurrah. After all, it had served me well, and I wanted to send it off in style. I picked out my best shirt, a snug fit that accentuated my chest and arms, and paired it with tight pants that hugged my ass. I even spent some time trimming and grooming, ensuring everything was neat and presentable for its new owner.

When Cody—my soon-to-be new body—finally came down the stairs, his shoulders were hunched, and he looked like he hadn't slept all night. I couldn't help but grin. I leaned casually against the counter, the picture of calm anticipation, and greeted him with a cheery, "You ready?" I even threw in a wink, which made him flinch slightly. He looked like he was going to pass out.

"It's a shame to leave Mom," I said, my tone full of mock regret. I tugged at the hem of my perfectly chosen shirt, letting the fabric stretch across my chest. "But I know she loves this outfit. She won’t be able to keep her hands off you, Dad." The emphasis on "Dad" made his face darken with frustration, but he stayed quiet. He was always the quiet one.

I had one more little surprise for him. I pulled out a neatly folded stack of clothes I’d bought earlier in the week, holding them out with a sly smile. “Here,” I said, placing the bundle in his reluctant hands. “This is what I want to be wearing when I wake up in your body.” Tight jeans and a sleeveless shirt, chosen specifically to show off my soon-to-be muscular arms and lean frame. The thought of finally living in his youthful body, dressed the way I always wanted, sent a thrill through me.

Cody’s eyes flicked down to the clothes, his expression one of horror. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” I replied smoothly. “I’ve got to make a good first impression, don’t I? Besides,” I added with a smirk, “you’re going to be me, so you can wear whatever you want. You might even like my suits.”

His hands trembled slightly as he clutched the clothes, and I couldn’t help but enjoy his visible discomfort. This was my moment, my chance to reclaim the life I deserved. And I was going to savor every second of it.

“Better hurry up and change,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Doctor Larry’s waiting, and we wouldn’t want to be late for the big day.”

We arrived at the clinic, the sterile white walls and soft hum of machinery making the air feel thick with anticipation. Dr. Larry greeted us with a knowing smile, his clipboard tucked under one arm as he motioned us toward a small changing area. “Welcome, gentlemen. Today’s the big day,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. “Go ahead and change into these gowns, and I’ll explain the final steps.”

He handed each of us a folded gown, the fabric soft but clinical. As I held it, I glanced at Cody—my soon-to-be former body—and couldn’t help but notice the tension in his posture. He seemed torn between resignation and disbelief as he reluctantly accepted the gown.

I stepped into the changing area, quickly pulling off my clothes. It felt strange knowing this would be the last time I’d ever wear them. As I tied the gown around my waist, I peeked through the crack in the curtain to see Cody, his movements slow and deliberate as he undressed. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of satisfaction. This body was about to be mine.

When Cody turned, I caught a glimpse of his face, flushed and visibly uncomfortable. His breathing was shallow, his gaze shifting nervously. That’s when I noticed it—my soon-to-be former body was reacting. He was turned on.

I suppressed a smirk. “You all right, Dad?” I asked, letting the word hang in the air.

Cody stiffened, his eyes darting toward me. “I’m fine,” he muttered, his voice tight.

I stepped closer, letting my own excitement show in the way I moved, deliberate and confident. “It’s okay to be a little overwhelmed,” I said, my tone dripping with mock concern. “After all, this is a pretty big deal. I mean, just think—soon you’ll be me, and I’ll be you.” I gestured to my own cock with a grin. “It’s only natural to feel a little... charged up.” Honestly, he should be happy, my dick is definitely bigger than his.

Several doctors had gathered and made us lay on cold metal tables. Electrodes were attached to our heads as I closed my eyes.

“Hey, Dad!” I yelled. “Don’t worry. It will be over before you know it, and all of this,” he smirked and wrapped his hands around his protruding member as if taunting me. “... will be yours..." Then, everything went dark.

---

Suddenly, I found myself standing in what felt like a dream. Clouds surrounded me, soft and endless, brushing against my toes. In front of me stood my son, looking startled and out of place. I couldn’t help but smile—the biggest grin spread across my face as a bright light began to radiate from beneath me, rising through the clouds like something divine.

Instinctively, I reached behind my back and grabbed the rope I had been holding. Without hesitation, I swung one end at him, letting it fly through the air like a bolas. The rope wrapped around him perfectly, tying him up completely. I felt a surge of joy and began laughing as I pulled him toward me, the rope coiling tighter with every yank. My laughter echoed through the glowing clouds as I tugged faster and harder, watching him struggle against the pull.

He planted his feet, trying to stop the momentum, but the clouds offered no resistance. I saw him slip and fall onto his back, gasping as the pull grew stronger. Closer and closer he came, the light engulfing us both. My strength surged one final time, and I yanked the rope with everything I had. He flew toward me, colliding with my chest, and in that moment, I felt his essence begin to merge with mine.

I embraced the feeling as his body dissolved into mine, his energy becoming one with my own. My larger, stronger form absorbed him completely, and I let out a deep, joyous laugh.

“Hope you enjoy your new body and life, Dad!” I called out, my voice echoing faintly as I faded into the brilliant light.

---

I woke up with a rush of euphoria, an overwhelming sense of joy coursing through me. Everything felt... different. Better. I glanced down at myself and couldn’t help but grin. My new, younger body was incredible—strong, light, and energized. My hands roamed over my torso and arms, marveling at the tautness of my skin, the firmness of my muscles. It felt unreal, like a dream, but every sensation confirmed it was real.

As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the movement felt effortless. No aches, no stiffness—just pure vitality. The male nurses came in to check on me, their glances lingering a bit too long, their smiles overly friendly. I chuckled to myself. They’re hitting on me. I couldn’t blame them, really—I looked amazing.

Everything seemed lighter, freer, as if the weight of years of stress had been lifted away. My mind was sharper, my confidence unshakable, and my body... well, my body was very much alive. A warmth spread through me, one that I hadn’t felt in years.

I don’t remember much of our conversation after we woke up, but I do remember saying to my dad, "I’m really happy I get to be Cody now. I can’t even begin to tell you how GOOD I feel in this body."

Then I added, "The most important thing is to keep doing what you’ve been doing these past few days, before you got your real body. Just embrace it. I’m Cody, you’re Dave. You’re MY father, and your brothers and sister are now your sons and daughter. That’s just the way it is now. I know it was hard for you to call me Cody before, but I think it’ll be easier now that I look the part. And I think calling yourself Dave will be easier for you too."

He argued with me for a while, but honestly, there was nothing more he could do. As he got distracted with the doctors, I saw my chance. I slipped into the bathroom, my heart racing with anticipation. I pulled out my phone and opened Grindr, scrolling to my conversation with Mark.

I paused looking at our earlier messages, a smirk creeping across my face. The thought of seeing him later—of having him inside this body—had me hard in an instant. It was Friday afternoon, and I was hoping he'd be chill with moving our Saturday plans up.

I quickly snapped a picture of my new body—the first of many I'm sure I'd take as Cody. Of course, Mark had no idea that was the case.

A few seconds after hitting send, his reply came through: "Fuck, dude. I need you today."

I grinned, typing back quickly: "Exactly what I wanted to hear. See you tonight."

[desire4ella]

𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐔𝐏.𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Sugar Daddies! In-ho/Gi hun x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Your sugar daddies want to show you a little surprise…

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.4k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Breath Play!, Daddy kink, Spit play,Blowjob, They run a secret undercover business together, Reader wears a pink dress—so if u don’t like pink ignore the dress part

You were truly living the life that others craved and died for,while others had to work 9/5 jobs to get a few change; you however just had to show your puppy eyes to ether one of your sugar daddies and get thousands.What a life.

Gi hun was the most protective of you, always making sure you had enough money to sustain your lavish lifestyle, you were his princess if not a queen in his eyes; he would do anything just to see your eyes light up like fireworks and your crazed smile adorn your face because you received a diamond necklace.It truly made his day.

In-ho on the other hand was a bit more stern when giving you your allowance. He always had a few insisting questions ready to lash out when your pretty self begged him for a couple grands, “ what do you need the money for ?” was always his first question, as much as you love him, you couldn’t hide the fact that he slightly annoyed you when it came down to situations like this, because quite frankly as harsh as it sounds he was just your sugar daddy and not your actual father so he should start acting like it.

Anyways, tonight, something was definitely going to go down…you could feel it in air, especially when the normal stoic and calm In-ho responded with using “Xx” at the end of his sentence when messaging you, this was quite outlandish for his standards seeing as though his responses are always short and snappy; so this behaviour was really strange from him. Coming down 2 solutions as to why In-ho was so ‘happy’ you thought, it was ether he just made a huge deal with another incorporation and is feeling a lil babygirl today orrr someone drugged your man with laughing gas and now he’s suffering the consequences. Ether way it goes, you’re still gonna get that money regardless sooo….

Following orders from your sugar daddy’s ( which was to meet them 8pm sharp at their shared establishment), you got dolled up in your most luxurious outfit, which consisted of a sparkly pink dress,with each diamond etched into the fabric; some cute heals that gracefully adorned your feet and last but not least, a mini purse that shimmered like stars in the night sky. Hearing the sound of your designated chauffeur that your men ordered you, you got up from your vanity and headed out your bedroom.

𝟒𝟎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑…

As I stepped into the lavish penthouse suite, my heart raced with anticipation. Tonight was going to be unforgettable, thanks to the two powerful men who had taken me under their wing - In-ho, the ruthless entrepreneur, and Gi-hun, his cunning right-hand man. It’s quite funny because you knew the other side to their jobs ( In-ho the leader of squid game and Gi-hun who surrendered and became In-ho’s right hand man) but still tried everything in their power to distract you from it.

They had promised me a night to remember, and I intended to hold them to that vow. In-ho, resplendent in a tailored black suit, greeted me with a firm kiss on the cheek. His eyes, dark and intense, seemed to devour me whole. “My dear, you look exquisite tonight”, he purred, his voice low and seductive. “Shall we begin our little game?”

As I nodded eagerly, Gi-hun emerged from the shadows, his chiseled features illuminated by the soft glow of candles. He wore a crisp white shirt unbuttoned to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of his chest. A sly smile graced his plump lips as he approached, his eyes roving over my body with undisguised hunger. “We've prepared something special for you”, Gi-hun said, leading me to a plush velvet sofa. “Something to satisfy all your deepest desires, seeing as though you’ve been really good for us.”

Gi hun knelt before me, his hands deftly removing my shoes and stockings. His fingers traced the sensitive skin of my ankles, sending shivers up my spine. As he worked his way up, his touch grew bolder, teasing the hem of my skirt.Suddenly, In-ho appeared at my side, his large hand cupping my chin. “Open wide, baby girl”, he commanded, his thumb pressing against my lower lip. I parted my mouth obediently, and he slipped in a finger, probing deep. The sensation made me gasp, and In Gi hun seized the opportunity to slide his own colossal hand beneath my skirt, his palm grazing the damp heat of my core through my panties.

In-ho withdrew his finger, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. “Such a good little slut, aren't you?” he praised, his breath hot against my ear. “Now, let's see how well you can serve us both”.He guided me onto my knees, positioning me between Gi huns spread legs. The other man looked down at me with lust-glazed eyes, his cock straining against the zipper of his pants. “Show Daddy what a good girl you are”.

Gi hun instructed, his voice husky with desire. I reached for the button of his trousers, popping it open with trembling fingers. As I pulled down the zipper, his thick erection sprang free, slapping against his stomach. Creamy pre-cum glistened and oozed down from the tip, slowly trickling down his shaft like a stream, I couldn't resist leaning in to lap it up with my tongue. “Mmm, so sweet”, I moaned around his shaft, swirling my tongue around the head. Gi hun letted out a guttural groan as his cock hitted the back of my throat. His hands tangled in my hair as he guided me further down. I took him deeper, relishing the musky flavor and the way his cock throbbed in my mouth.

Just as I found a rhythm, In-ho loomed over us, his brown eyes blazing with possessiveness. “Enough playing nice”, he growled, roughly yanking me off Gi hun’s dick.Before I could even let out a whine of protest, In-ho spun me around and shoved me face-first onto the plush sofa cushions. My already short dress rode up, exposing my ass to his hungry gaze. With a swift motion, he ripped away my panties, leaving me bare and vulnerable.

“You're finally ours now, no more going back and forth , you’re gonna stay with us sweetheart”, he declared, his voice dripping with dominance. “And we're going to use you however we please”In-ho shuffled out the way, allowing Gi hun to take his spot behind me, his hands gripped my hips as he positioned himself at my entrance. Without warning, he thrusted inside, filling me to the brim with his thick length. I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my walls clenching around him as he set a brutal pace. In-ho watched intently, his own arousal evident in the bulge straining against his pants. “Look at her take it like a pro” he bellowed in the shadows as his eyes greedily took in the sight of me being used like a fuck toy.

Gi hun grunted in agreement, his hips slamming against mine with increasing force. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, mingling with my moans and whimpers. In-ho stepped closer, his hand wrapping around my throat from behind. He squeezed gently, just enough to make my pulse race. “Breathe for us, pet”, he commanded, his fingers tightening slightly. I gasped, the pressure on my windpipe sending a thrill straight to my core. The feeling of my life all in the clutches of the man I so desperately craved, drived me crazy to no end.

In response, Gi hun picked up speed, his cock pistoning in and out of me with reckless abandon. The combined sensations pushed me to the brink, my climax building with each stroke. Being the cunning man In-ho is, sensed my impending release and tightened his grip, cutting off my air supply entirely.Darkness crept in at the edges of my vision as I teetered on the edge, my body tensing in preparation for the inevitable. Just when I thought I might pass out, In-ho released his hold on my throat, allowing me to inhale raggedly.

The sudden rush of oxygen entering my lungs sent me careening over the edge like crashing waves. My orgasm hit with the force of a tsunami, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I spasmed around Gi hun’s still-thrusting cock. He groaned, his own release imminent, and buried himself to the hilt one final time before finding his peak.Thick ropes of cum painted my insides as he filled me to overflowing, his hot seed triggering another aftershock of ecstasy. In-ho watched with a satisfied smirk, his own erection straining painfully against his pants.

“ Ready for part two, sweetheart?”

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╰┈➤ cho sang-woo x wife!reader headcanons

¡!being cho sang-woo’s wife and the mother of his children would include¡!

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! this story is set in one in which sang-woo did not participate in the squid game!

╰┈➤ you met cho sang-woo shortly after moving to south korea for university, a change that felt both exciting and overwhelming as you navigated a new country, culture, and language. he was older by over two decades, and already well-established, but what stood out was his willingness to help when no one else would. he was the first person to offer help, whether it was explaining local customs, recommending places to visit, or simply showing you how to get around the bustling city. over time, you found yourself drawn to his intelligence and quiet charm, while he couldn’t help but admire your determination and work ethic. though feelings grew between you, he hesitated to pursue anything. his age, his position, and the way others might perceive it held him back, until one evening, seeing you laugh with one of his business associates stirred an unfamiliar jealousy. it was that day he decided he could no longer let his doubts keep him away from you. one tentative date became another, and soon he realized he couldn’t imagine life without you. when he proposed, it was grand and heartfelt, affectionate words filled with sincerity and a shimmering marquise diamond ring that left you breathless

╰┈➤ as a senior banker at joy investments, he was a man of considerable wealth, known for his meticulous taste and generosity. when you began planning the wedding, he insisted that no expense be spared, telling you to choose anything your heart desired, venues, dresses, flowers, all of it. yet, you surprised him by requesting something modest, intimate, and elegant, surrounded by your closest friends and family. it wasn’t the lavish wedding he had imagined, but he agreed immediately, because your happiness was his priority. the ceremony took place on a lovely winter day, a serene snow-covered backdrop that felt almost dreamlike. you wore a gown of delicate lace and flowing silk, understated but breathtaking. as you walked toward him, for one of the rare times in your life, you saw sang-woo, your composed, polished husband, unable to hold back his emotions, his eyes misting as he whispered how fortunate he was to say you were his wife.

╰┈➤ his mother’s disapproval was the only dark cloud over your union. she envisioned her son marrying someone more mature, someone of wealth and prestige, a perfect complement to his status. you, young and from a different background, didn’t align with the future she had envisioned for him. sang-woo deeply respected his mother, but for the first time, he stood firm against her wishes, defending you against her cruel insults. although, the tension was palpable, and to keep the peace, he made the difficult decision to limit how often the two of you interacted. though it hurt him, he believed protecting you from her criticism was more important than maintaining appearances.

╰┈➤ your honeymoon in paris was something out of a storybook, a city you had dreamed of visiting for years. he spared no expense, booking a suite with a view of the eiffel tower and planning luxurious dinners at michelin-starred restaurants. each charming outing was magical, from strolling along the seine hand in hand to sipping coffee at quaint cafés. despite your lack of interest in designer brands, he couldn’t resist spoiling you, filling your wardrobe with elegant dresses, shoes, and jewelry from the most exclusive boutiques. he loved seeing you wear them, the way they highlighted your natural beauty, and though material things never mattered to you, his joy in giving made you happy to indulge him. it was during that trip that you realized how deeply he cherished you, not for how you looked or the labels you wore, but for who you were and how you made him feel.

╰┈➤ domestic life began shortly after your marriage, a chapter marked by sophistication and routine. sang-woo continued his demanding career at joy investments, managing high-profile clients, navigating the complexities of stocks and portfolios, and keeping the firm’s reputation impeccable. you, on the other hand, settled into the role of a housewife. though you had earned your degree in literature, your dream had always been to live a life of comfort, dreaming to create a warm home and eventually building a family. the estate sang-woo provided was grand yet cozy, a blend of modern luxury and understated grace, perfectly mirroring the life he anticipated for you both.

╰┈➤ despite his serious and composed demeanor in the office, sang-woo was tender and loving at home. mornings began with him pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving for work, a soft ritual that made you smile. evenings were punctuated by tender affection, his arms wrapping around you while you cooked, his chin resting on your shoulder as he asked about your day. you became his sanctuary, the one person who could ease his troubles after the stresses of work. in your presence, he shed the weight of his career, revealing a side of himself reserved only for you. to him, you weren’t just his wife, you were his heart, his home, and the person who gave meaning to his otherwise complicated and burdensome life.

╰┈➤ yet, nothing in life was perfect. sang-woo’s devotion to his career often consumed him. he was a workaholic to his core, and while you admired his ambition, it came at a cost. late nights at the office became common, and he’d frequently stay later than expected with little warning, leaving you waiting at home, dinner cold on the table. business trips overseas became routine, and there were mornings when you woke to find his side of the bed already empty, a brief note on the nightstand apologizing for having to leave. the loneliness crept in slowly, settling akin to an unwanted guest in your posh estate.

╰┈➤ whenever you voiced your feelings, the conversations often turned heated. you told him how much you missed him, how the empty spaces in your life couldn’t be filled with flowers or jewelry, no matter how extravagant. yet, despite the arguments, his apologies always came, his voice soft and regretful, his eyes filled with guilt. he’d arrive home with bouquets of your favorite flowers or delicate pieces of jewelry that sparkled like promises, as though material gestures could mend the strain in your marriage. while you appreciated the thought, it wasn’t enough to replace his presence, the comfort of having him by your side. still, you stayed, believing in the love you shared and hoping that, someday, he’d learn to balance the life you built together with the career that often stole him away.

╰┈➤ it wasn’t long after settling into married life that you discovered you were expecting your first child. the news brought a visible change in sang-woo’s attitude and priorities. once so deeply consumed by his career, he began to shift his focus to you and your growing family. he cut back on his grueling overtime shifts, started declining overseas business trips, and even made the effort to reduce his smoking, something you had been urging him to do for years. suddenly, attending every prenatal appointment with you and ensuring you were comfortable and cared for became his top priorities. while his care was thoughtful, it sometimes bordered on overbearing, his constant checking on you, his insistence on preparing every meal himself, and his planning for the baby’s arrival left little room for you to so much as breathe. but his concern came from a place of genuine love and devotion, which made it impossible for you to be upset with him. he personally oversaw the construction of the nursery, situated just across from the master bedroom, carefully selecting every detail. though he openly expressed his desire for a son, you reassured him that you’d be happy no matter what, and deep down, you knew he would be, too.

╰┈➤ pregnancy took a toll on you physically, leaving you exhausted and often unwell, which only added to sang-woo’s worry. as your due date approached and the strain on your body grew, he made the decision to take paid leave from work to stay home with you. it was a rare and unexpected move for someone so career-driven, but to him, nothing mattered more than your health and the safety of your baby. he doted on you endlessly, even when you protested that you were fine. he rarely left your side during that final, difficult trimester.

╰┈➤ after nine long months, you gave birth to a healthy, beautiful baby girl. the day he saw her, sang-woo’s face lit up in a way you had never seen before. you had worried he might be disappointed not to have the son he had hoped for, but all those thoughts disappeared the second he saw you holding your daughter. the exhaustion in his eyes melted away as he gently cradled her in his arms, overwhelmed by the sheer joy of becoming a father. to him, she was perfect in every way, and he promised to be the best father he could be.

╰┈➤ as time passed, sang-woo returned to work, though he made a conscious effort to balance his career with fatherhood. he rearranged his schedule to ensure he could be home in the evenings, often taking over baby duties to give you some much-needed rest. he would rock your daughter to sleep, bottle-feed her in the middle of the night, despite his initial clumsiness. seeing him so involved only deepened your love for him.

╰┈➤ for the first time in years, you saw sang-woo’s mother again. after the tension she had caused in the past, he had kept her at a distance to protect your feelings and sanity. however, for the sake of your daughter, you allowed her into your home. while her attitude toward you remained cold and judgmental, her demeanor softened the moment she held her granddaughter. she doted on the baby in a way that made the visit bearable, and despite her lingering disapproval of you, she seemed determined to be part of the child’s life.

╰┈➤ there were instances when your insecurities crept in, especially as you adjusted to motherhood. sang-woo worked with many beautiful and graceful women, and their flirtatious comments or longing gazes at him often left you feeling inadequate. but sang-woo, perceptive as ever, always reassured you. he’d tell you, in his gentle, earnest way, that no woman in the world compared to you. “they’re nothing to me,” he’d say, the two of you laying in bed, your head resting on his chest. he told you of how he would ignore their salacious advances with indifference. “you’re the only woman i see, the only one i want.” his words, paired with the devotion in his eyes, reminded you just how deeply he loved you, silencing any doubts you had.

╰┈➤ sang-woo adored your daughter, showering her with gifts and affection from the moment she was born. nothing was too extravagant when it came to her happiness, he filled her room with every toy imaginable, dressed her in designer gowns that sparkled like a princess’s, and even had a custom-built playground constructed in the backyard. though his generosity was touching, you often worried that this endless indulgence might cause her to grow up materialistic or take such luxuries for granted. when you gently brought this up to him, he would smile kindly and say, “i only want her to have the best.” despite his protests, you encouraged him to invest in her future as well, suggesting academic tutors alongside the dollhouses and dresses. he quickly agreed, hiring the finest educators to foster her growing mind, proving once again that he wanted her to have not just material wealth but a strong foundation for success.

╰┈➤ just a year after your daughter was born, you gave birth to a son, the child sang-woo had initially hoped for. this second pregnancy was far easier on you than the first, and while he didn’t need to take as much time off work, sang-woo was just as attentive and loving as ever. every evening, he would return home from the office, setting aside his briefcase to embrace you, his hand instinctively resting on your growing belly as if to remind himself of the life you carried. “i can hardly believe you’re real at times,” he would whisper, kissing your forehead with adoration. when your son finally arrived, sang-woo’s pride and joy were unmatched. though he was thrilled to finally have the boy he had dreamed of, his love for both his children could not be described in mere words, they were the light of his life.

╰┈➤ as the years passed, your life became a comfortable and fulfilling routine. mornings were spent preparing breakfast together, the sound of your children’s laughter filling the house, while evenings were reserved for family dinners and quiet moments in the living room. your daughter was preparing to start school soon, and the thought left you with mixed emotions. as a mother, it saddened you to see her take her first steps into the wider world, while sang-woo, ever the protective father, was filled with worry. “she’s still so little,” he would mutter, clearly uneasy about letting her out of his sight. meanwhile, your son, still too young for school, remained at home, following his father around the house with wide, admiring eyes.

╰┈➤ professionally, sang-woo’s career flourished. over the years, he had received numerous promotions and had become a well-respected name in his industry. he began to consider starting his own investment firm, an ambition he had steadily nurtured since his younger days. he often sought your opinion on the matter, valuing your insight as much as your adoring support. no matter where life led, you knew your place would always be by his side, as a loving wife and mother to the family you had built together. together, you and sang-woo had created a life of love and stability, one that neither of you would trade for anything.

a/n: let me know your thoughts or if you have any requests! also i promise more cho sang-woo fanfictions are coming soon, i am prioritizing requests as i write these for you all!! 🤍

[the-raven-and-the-tower]

The Venatori were really struggling to keep Lucanis contained.

(A possible reason our favorite possessed Crow was suited and booted and ready to leave when we found him.)

A trail of bodies leading to him, a bunch of references to how much havoc he's wreaked, and then a big-ass barrier on the door where they've got him contained in a block of ice like the weirdos they are - baby boy was working on his own breakout long before we got there.

On arrival, we find a scattered trail of dead Venatori guards. Thanks to @wolfsong-the-bloody-beast, we know that somewhere around THIRTY FIVE dead Venatori are scattered around. He was BUSY.

Rook: Someone or something already took down the guards. Neve: Might work in our favor, but something's wrong here.

A bit later, we find this note and even more bodies.

Gee, I wonder why they didn't want to go in the possessed killer Crow's cell. Lucanis and Spite are pissed, they're not accepting visitors.

We find a response to the note, alongside the body of the previous writer (hopefully).

Bonus shot of possible Dead!Ovidius.

There's pretty good evidence to show Lucanis's last couple of days-to-weeks would have been enough to drive him to extremes in order to escape. This note was on a desk in one of the rooms - Calivan would have tortured Lucanis to new lengths in order to break him for Zara.

Adding to that, we know that either out of desperation to break Lucanis and accomplish his task, or needing to gripe to a colleague, Calivan wrote to someone named Felicia Erimond and received "just kill him already" as advice in return.

When Rook and companion finally reach the area where they've managed to contain him (inside of a spelled block of ice ffs), he's at the end of a longggg trail of bodies and behind a very serious barrier.

They need him contained.

Neve: A barrier. Whatever's in there, the Venatori really want it to stay put. Rook: Then we break through.

When we bust through the barrier and are finally facing down the final few Venatori mages between us and our Demon, look at this;

They're casting blood magic around his makeshift ice prison to keep him contained, but as Rook bursts in, they stop --- perhaps allowing Lucanis's escape a moment later.

The Ossuary mage/guard foremost is not interested in discussion when Rook offers not to fight if they'll simply hand over Lucanis. Instead, he leaps right to calling on the Archdemons themselves.

"Razikale, Dragon of Mystery. Lusacan, Dragon of Night. Hear your faithful call—"

Tiny lore drop on those fuckers. Razikale and Lusacan were said by the Chantry to have been "imprisoned underground by the Maker for usurping His worshipers.' At some point in 9:52 Dragon, Razikale was awoken and freed by Ghilan'nain, and Lusacan by Elger'nan. This led to the outbreak of the Sixth Blight. [from the wiki]

When presented with the possibility of Rook & co breaking Lucanis out, the Venatori reaches for the nuke button.

And I mean... can we blame them for being afraid of him? We've seen the bodies, Lucanis was kind enough to leave us quite a resume on the floor all over. Then we get to see him pop out of his ice prison like a demonic jack-in-the-box too and rain fury down on his captors.

Even without facial expressions, all I see in the body language of the Venatori is oh gods it's happening again...

And then they look up to see this charging at them, the last thing so many of their colleagues saw before they died similarly violent deaths. (Also, slowed-down, his ittle run seems less silly somehow, but the trade-off is that the funky physics of the sword he runs belly-first into do stand out a little more.)

and then THIS!

The face of a man who is genuinely surprised by who he's found himself face-to-face with. The first non-Venatori he's seen in 300+ days and not only are they not Crows... they're complete strangers who just waltzed into a secret underwater Venatori prison housed in a crumbling ancient elven temple and asked for him by name?

Not even our famous detective was able to work out his name on her own, so we know it's not information that's easily come by. Clearly this stranger knows who he is and where he was being held --- Lucanis has to be wondering; if that knowledge was out there, why hadn't the Crows found him? And who is this unknown person that just blithely walked in, asked for him by name and was cheeky enough to offer sparing the Venatori a fight if they'd simply hand him over?

It’s been three hundred very bad days for the Demon of Vyrantium and now he having a very confusing one. Plenty more where that came from.

---

In summary, the (updated) theory; (with credit & thanks to @wolfsong-the-bloody-beast for the excellent details they added!)

Lucanis busted out, got access to his gear and was well on his way to breaking out when he was finally cornered where we found him, contained in a block of ice.

When Rook bursts into the room, the mages maintaining the magic on him lose focus and the world's angriest Crow breaks out to complete his escape, finding himself face-to-face with unexpected help.

[lexirosewrites]

Mafia au pt 3

Sorry I know it's coming to you late but the last week for crazy for me

After going thru the entirety of Richards documents Steve asks Eddie if he would mind setting up a meeting with all of the superiors in the "family"

Eddie asks if Steve is sure because he'll be alone in a large room of just alpha males and male betas that worked their way up

Steve waves off his worry and says how he will be okay and Eddie needs to trust him he knows what he's doing, he promises to be careful

When the meeting takes place everyone is in for a big surprise

Everyone is seated and waiting for the omega who called the meeting and are laughing that this young omega thinks he has any power over them. Steve enters the room in a very nice suit and carrying several folders under his other arm. Everyone is curious as to what is in the folders

Steve starts off with handing out copies of his DNA test showing that he is in fact Richards child, next he kicks the Hagan family out of the business because they've been working with other mob families and actively selling secrets and resources, plus they've been killing other of their own family members to make it up in the business

Finally Steve admits he's known about this little operation for a lot longer than he let on. Plus he knows the accident that killed his mother and crippled him was no accident and was in fact an inside job. He plans on finding out who was behind it and will get his revenge then leave the family and they can fight each other for the top honor of boss.

One of the other much older males laughs at Steve when he says that if anyone has any information that can share it with Steve to avoid a similar sentence, he says how Steve's just a stupid crippled omega and let the power go to his head

Steve shoots him in the knees then leaves the room reminding them all that they're all on his hit list and suspects until he learns the full truth

I want to plan more but I'm struggling a little bit with what else I want to happen because I have so many ideas but I know not all of them will work the best together for this story. Also sorry that this one is so short, like I said this past week has been super crazy for me hopefully next week won't be as bad

scary omega Steve🥰

[ninadove]

And because I now have fancy new tags to put to good use…

Thoughts on Miraculous S6 E2: The Illustrhater 🎨

Please note that this is a salt-free space. I do not want to see even a grain of salt in my notes. You will be blocked on sight. Cool? Cool. (And even if it’s not cool with you… well… blocked on sight… so…)

First things first: the new animation style is actually really cute and works really well in context! Chat in particular looks great, contrary to what that first promotional poster made us fear. Adrien as a civilian might be the one who suffered most, probably because of the hairstyle change… It will need some getting used to, but overall, I like what I’ve seen so far. So much love and care was put into the smallest details, like the sparkles on Mari’s tights!

Special mention:

SHE HAS SPIKES????? LITTLE HAIR SPIKES????? IN HER HAIR????? AND DRAGON SCALES????? AND SLIT PUPILS????? AND HER SUIT LAYS EVEN MORE INTO THE ASYMETRIC VIBE, HIGHLIGHTING HOW MUCH INDEPENDENCE SHE GAINED AND HOW COMFORTABLE SHE IS WITHOUT THE PRESSURE OF BEING PERFECT ALL THE TIME????? AND SHE LOOKS SO HAPPY????? LIKE SHE’S HAVING SO MUCH FUN????? LIKE SOMEONE IN HER LIFE HAS BEEN A GOOD INFLUENCE MAYBE????? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

… Apologies, I seem to have lost the plot for a minute. Where was I?

Oh, yeah. If one thing is clear from this first look at S6, it’s that Marinette’s secrets will catch up to her at some point. The writers lay it on thick in both Alyanette scenes and with the “Even as superheroes, they share everything” DJWiFi/Love Square contrast! It’s not exactly a surprise, but with how many people claimed we would never hear a single word about the Agreste plotline again, I feel somewhat… vindicated.

Marinette not knowing how to act around Adrien actually makes a lot of sense to me? She’s had to be his rock through his grieving process, meaning she has functionally not left Ladybug Mode since the end of S5. Of course when she gets a chance to chill and actually do regular couple things, she gets terribly scared! Seeing her trying to imitate other couples was so funny and cute… Did you know I love her… And Adrien was such a wet cold lost kitten through it all… Did you know I love him…

That being said, this felt like an Alyanette episode first and an OT4 episode second. I loved seeing these four work as a group again! Nino was simply too precious and I loved Adrinette “““covering up””” for Renapace. Rena grabbed Ladybug’s hand for their little manoeuvre like it was second nature to her, which is very reminiscent of Bumbleby from RWBY, aka the Sapphic Battle Couple!

(And that Chekov’s gun… I’m sure we’ve all seen Chekov’s gun…… We shall not mention it yet……… It’s there and we know where it’s headed…………)

But of course. Of course. The character who shone the brightest in this episode? Was Lila.

It’s clear from the get-go how different she is from Monarch!!! Smarter, more manipulative, but perhaps also… more compassionate, in a twisted way…? She gives her victims the illusion of choice (“Only if you agree, of course” // “And what shall I call you?”), making herself small when she first approaches them only to reveal her full size when the magic takes over.

AND YET it seems to me she must know pain intimately to leverage it so well… Really makes you ponder the Manon theory, especially when comparing Illustrhater and Puppeteer’s costumes…

Another key difference with Gabriel is that she is on the field, constantly observing and taking notes, which is extremely scary but also exposes her to more risks. I’m very curious to learn more about this chameleon magic of hers and what she means by “you’ll know nothing about me, about us, bout them”… She seems to think of herself as the center of a web, a spider rather than a butterfly, if you will!

(Also, the more I think about it, the more convinced I am that the Diabolo menthe reference was intentional!)

[bluem1lls]

hiii!! are u gonna write a part two for that one se mi x guard reader angst? )(⁠ﾉﾟ⁠0ﾟ⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠~(⁠ﾉﾟ⁠0ﾟ⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠~

✧₊⁺ what am i supposed to do without you?

✦ synopsis: you don't leave her mind, not after everything you two went through. so when she finally sees you again in a date with someone else, she knows it's time to talk.

tw: minors dni, jealous se-mi, fluff, smut, fingering/oral (r!receiving), a bit of angst

authors note: hiiii, sooo after the poll, this one won!!! so finally, part 2 of guard!reader x se-mi. also im sorry for the lack of update, im super busy with work and also a bit blocked, but tysm for all the requests! i hope u like it!💓

⋆｡°✩ "fuck" my head hits the wall as he pushes me.

"i did warn you, didn't i?" he said as i nodded weakly. "and what did you do? you helped a player. not only helped her, you saved her."

"it won't" i tried to regain my breathing. "it won't happen again"

"you got attached!"

"i'm sorry." i whisper to my uncle as he turns around. i know he's mad.

"if he finds out he'll kill you."

"he probably saw the cameras already" i say to him as my uncle frozens in place.

"you didn't know? you didn't... see him?" he asks as i stared confused. "he's out there. playing"

my eyebrows raise in surprise. "playing?" a shiver runs through my spine to even imagine what he would do to se-mi to survive his own game.

"listen to me." he speaks to me in a serious manner as i bit my lip. "i'm gonna delete the footage and you're gonna leave this fucking place and you won't look back"

"w-what? but.. mom and.. dad-"

"i don't want you here ever again. they'll understand" he says as he presses the button, erasing the videos as i bit my lip hard enough. i'm probably drawing blood.

"are they.. releasing her?" i ask as he turns around. he stays still, letting out a sharp breath. "tomorrow. they voted and they chose to stop playing"

a sigh of relief leaves my body as i turn around, putting on my mask.

"t-thank you" i whisper as he gives me a head nod. i know damn well how he is. and i also know he's doing this for me, and it's not easy. he places his black mask on, matching with his black suit as he sits down on his couch. staring once more at the cameras.

⋆｡°✩ i sigh as i get home. i softly pet my kitten after picking it up from my mom's.

i sat on the couch, exhausted. my head hurts, i miss se-mi and i feel miserable. i thought i was doing the right thing, but now i lost my job and i lost my.. friend? my girlfriend?

my head on my hands as i try to not cry.

⋆｡°✩ it's been two months.

i know she's okay, i made sure of that. but she hasn't texted, called or even came to see me.

and she seems to be okay without me (yes, i stalk her instagram), but i'm not, and that's exactly why i let this happened.

"sam.. no. i'm not ready.." i stare at her.

"look at her! she's a cutie! it's only one date. i know you two will get along great and if you hate her then i swear i'll leave you alone but please. i'm your best friend and i hate seeing you like this, maybe if you try to move on.. it'd be for the best" she begged me as i sighed.

"just one." i say resigned as she shouts in excitment.

and now i'm regretting that, because sam keeps talking about this girl while all i can think about is her.

⋆｡°✩ "where did you said you worked at?" she says as i sip my gin tonic, almost choking on it.

"uh.. next question" i reply with an awkward smile as she chuckles.

"you're so cute" she gives me a smirk. "sam said you were really pretty and.. she wasn't wrong" she says, softly caressing my face, her gaze roaming all over my features.

i stare at her nervously giving her a soft smile. she pulls away, turning around to order more beer for her as i cross my legs and let my eyes wander around the place to distract myself.

it's a pub, and although it's dark i can see the purple details it has. the bar fully equipped with all the finest alcohol, se-mi sitting on one of the stalls of the bar.

my eyes widen.

what?

my stare focused on her as i feel the air being knocked out of my lungs. she catches me staring, her cold gaze lingers on mine. i can see her surprised expression, quickly turning into a cold one as her eyes go to my date. she takes a sip from her beer, her eyes never leaving mine. i can feel the girl besides me talking but i honestly, i can't even pay attention.

"so was it good?" she asks, snapping me from my thoughts as my gaze leaves se-mi for a second to focus on her.

"huh?"

"the drink.. was it good?" she says as i give her a very forced smile while i nod.

"so good. hey, would you mind bringing my coat from the hanger?" i smile at her as she nods. she quickly gets up to get it as i stare at the ceiling.

what do i do? i leave? do i run to the bathroom to hide? should i talk to her? i keep going like nothing happened?

as i remove my stare from the ceiling, i see her standing up in front of me, making me let out a shaky breath.

guess she decided for me.

she stares at me up and down, her eyes roaming my body. she extends me a drink with her right hand while her left is holding hers.

"gin tonic for you.. like always" se-mi says as i slowly take it. her fingers caressing mine for a second, making me shiver. "you look.. so beautiful"

"don't do this.. please" i beg her in whispers. she drinks her beer while her gaze stares at me intensely.

"i just want to talk to you." her eyes flash with.. guilt? as she speaks.

i stare at her in disbelief with wide eyes. "no? i'm on a date!"

she scoffs. "please, you kicked her out. i know you that much" she says in a low, hard tone. "we really need to talk. please"

my eyes roamed her face, i bit my lip thinking about it for a second as i get up, grabbing my purse as i let her guide me to the way out.

i stop where the hanger is as i see the girl with my stuff turned around. i touch her shoulder as she turns at me with a smile. "hey, i'm so sorry but something came up and i need to leave. you're.. amazing, and incredibly sweet" i speak as her expression falls.

"oh.. do you want me to come-"

"no. b-but thank you" i say to her quickly as i can see her defeated stare. i grab my coat, walking to find se-mi at the door. we get into her car in a weird tense silence until we get to my place.

i leave my stuff on the couch as i turn to stare at her, her hands on her pockets as she bites her lip piercing.

"why.. were you with her?" she breaks the silence as i stare at her in disbelief. is she actually asking me that like a jealous girlfriend?

"why? oh i'm sorry. i didn't realized that after you broke my heart i had to ask for your permission" i dry chuckle as she scoffs, annoyed, but her eyes are filled with guilt and remorse as she stares at me.

"i'm sorry. i.. i know why you did what you did. and maybe i didn't understood at first, and it took me a while.."

"you never called back. you never texted, you never came to see me, you didn't cared to know how i was-"

"i couldn't talk to you! not after... the games. i asked sam about you every single day. i begged her to not tell you anything, but god, there hasn't been a day in where you left my mind" she says, frustrated. her jaw clenches as i stare wide eyed. fucking sam.

i sigh as i lean myself against the wall. my hands cover my face. "what was i supposed to do? i thought you ghosted me. i thought you hated me se-mi. so i tried.. to just.. move on" i say as i bite the inside of my cheek with anxiety. her cold gaze stays on me as she takes a step closer.

her eyes burning with jealousy, darkening as her stare roamed through my body. "did it worked?"

my chest tightens as i slowly shook my head no. she closes the distance betweens us, trapping me against the wall as i let out a small gasp, feeling her hands on my waist. the cold silver rings making me shiver.

she speaks in a low hiss. "it didn't? you know why it didn't worked?" one of her hands leaves my waist, her fingers softly lifting my chin. "because you never stopped being mine" she says as my heart thumps on my chest. our breathings getting a little more ragged.

"why are you doing this? after two months se-mi... it's been two months." my eyes fill with tears as she caress my face with her hand.

her lips twitch a little as she hears my weak reply. "let me make it up to you"

her hands lowers to my neck as she closes the distance between us. our lips smashing together as we both let out a small moan. my hands roamed through her body desesperately until i wrap my arms around her neck as her other hand lowers to grip my hips.

my body melts into her touch, the kiss becoming hard and desesperate, expressing the way we missed eachother. our pent up anger and frustration explodes as our bodies pressed together.

"i love you so much" i whisper in a shaky breath in between kisses, her arms tighten around me as she keeps the kisses going.

"i love you so much too" she replies, her lips never leaving mine as she lifts me up, her hands on my thighs as she carries me to my room. she softly positions me in bed. i lay as she gets on top of me. i kiss her hungrily as she moans. she breaks the kiss to lower herself, her face meeting my center as she lifts my skirt. her tongue licks over my panties, spreading the wet patch as i whimper. my hands grip her hair as she moves them aside, circling my clit with her tongue.

"missed this so much" she says, giving a kiss on my clit as she teases my entrance.

"please" my head falls back as i beg her. i can feel her smirk as she pushes two fingers inside, going back with her tongue, picking up a faster pace as i moan.

she thrusts deeper and faster as my moans get louder. when she feels me clenching around her fingers, her tongue swirls around my clit. she smirks, pleased to have me trembling under her touch.

"gonna cum please, please, please" i cry out as my fingers pull her hair making her hiss. her lips around my clit as she sucks, making me whimper.

i feel the heat on my lower stomach snap, i clench around her fingers once again as my eyes roll back and i finish with a long and loud moan. she licks me clean until i'm whining, overstimulated.

"oh baby, this is just the first round" she cups my face as i stare, half-lidded.

⋆｡°✩ i stopped missing her, because she stays right by my side. after a few months, she finally asks me to be her girlfriend, which the question feels odd giving the fact that we're almost living together at that point, but i say yes nonetheless (of course).

⋆｡°✩ and when we sleep, she has nightmares all the time. i try to wake her up gently, with soft kisses as i hug her. we end up falling asleep together, always cuddling to feel eachother.

and i have mines too.

i can feel her shaking me slowly as i gasp. "it's okay-"

"i thought i lost you" i murmur, still sleepy but teary.

"you didn't. i'm right here" she says in a cooed whisper. she hugs me tightly, pressing me against her body as i grip her shirt, scared that if i let her go, she'll disappear.

⋆｡°✩ and we try to overcome the trauma of the games, the deaths, and it's hard, but somehow with her by my side, it becomes easier.

⋆｡°✩ and as we spend all our weekeds in bed, i can't help but wonder what would've happened if i was honest from the beggining. but right now she's here, laying in my bed, caressing my hair as i close my eyes and my head rests on her chest..

and i wouldn't have it any other way.

even if i'd had to go through it again and again. i'd do it for her.

[heliosunny]

How about you could make head canons of yandere bouquet please:'(

I'd be better if you're more specific about this request since I'm not familiar with these theme, however, I'll do this instead and then you can answer in another request okay?👌 Obvi we're gonna start with our man Gojo. Fyi this is based on a recent event when I and my friend went out to buy some flowers :))))

Gojo Satoru arrived back from his mission late in the afternoon, the sunlight catching the specks of white on his uniform. You were leaning against the veranda of your small house at the edge of Jujutsu High, arms crossed, watching as he strolled up the path. Despite his usual confident stride, there was a rare softness to him, a calm that didn’t quite suit the man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Hey!” he greeted casually, dusting himself off. A few delicate white petals fluttered to the ground as he moved.

You tilted your head, pointing at his shoulder. “You’ve got flowers on you.”

He paused, plucking one of the tiny blossoms from his sleeve and holding it up between his fingers. It was small and pure white, with a faint fragrance that was nearly imperceptible. “This? Didn’t even notice.”

You smiled faintly. “That’s Spiraea thunbergii. People call it the bridal wreath sometimes. It’s delicate, but resilient. It’s one of my favorites.”

“Bridal wreath?” He raised an eyebrow, twirling the petal between his fingers. “Sounds dramatic. What’s it mean?”

“Devotion. Sometimes purity” you explained. “It’s supposed to symbolize something precious, but it also has a bit of a double meaning. Some people think it’s a little… too devoted.”

Gojo hummed, letting the petal fall to the ground. “Interesting.” He didn’t say anything else about it, but his expression lingered in your mind long after he walked away.

You hadn’t thought much of the conversation, but two days later, Gojo showed up unannounced at your door, a pot of Spiraea thunbergii in his hands.

“Satoru?” you asked, blinking in surprise as he thrust the potted plant toward you.

“You said you liked it.” he said simply, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I didn’t mean I needed a whole plant.” you replied, though you still took it from him. The blossoms were pristine, their petals shining under the afternoon light.

He shrugged, leaning casually against the doorframe. “You’ve got a small place. Figured it could use something pretty.”

You glanced at him, narrowing your eyes. “You mean you figured I could use something pretty.”

He smirked, not denying it. “Maybe.”

Gojo’s visits became more frequent after that.

As childhood friends, you’d always been close despite the vast difference in your social standing. He was Gojo Satoru, the untouchable heir of the Gojo clan, the strongest sorcerer alive. You were nothing more than a minor branch family member, looked down upon by the elders and treated as a tool rather than a person.

You’d always appreciated that Satoru treated you differently—like a friend instead of someone beneath him. But lately, his attention felt… heavier.

He’d show up uninvited, always with an excuse. Sometimes it was a new snack he thought you’d like; other times, he’d act like he just happened to be in the area.

The pot of Spiraea had taken a permanent spot on your windowsill, its blossoms thriving under your care. Every time he saw it, Gojo would grin, almost like he was proud of it.

“Still alive, huh?” he teased one day, sitting cross-legged on your couch as you watered the plant.

“Plants are easier to take care of than people,” you replied, glancing at him pointedly.

He chuckled, but there was something in his gaze that made your stomach twist. “Good thing I’m not easy to get rid of, then.”

The turning point came when you overheard the elders speaking about you one night.

“She’s a liability.” one of them said coldly. “Nothing but a burden. The only reason she’s still here is because of Gojo.”

The words cut deep, but they weren’t surprising. You’d known your place in the hierarchy since you were a child. Still, it hurt to hear it so plainly.

You were sitting outside your house that evening, staring at the Spiraea blossoms, when Gojo appeared. He didn’t announce his presence, but you felt the shift in the air, the subtle hum of his Infinity wrapping around the space.

“You heard them, didn’t you?” he asked softly, his voice unusually serious.

You didn’t look at him. “I’m used to it.”

He knelt beside you, his tall frame casting a shadow over the flowers. “You shouldn’t be.”

“It’s not like I can change their minds...” you said bitterly.

Gojo’s hand brushed against your cheek, turning your face toward him. His blindfold was gone, and his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours. “You don’t have to. They don’t matter.”

“Satoru…”

“They don’t matter” he repeated, his tone sharper this time. “You’re mine. That’s all that matters.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and final.

The next morning, you found another pot of Spiraea on your doorstep. This one was larger, its blossoms spilling over the edges like a waterfall.

Gojo’s note was simple:

“I’ll always take care of you, no matter what they say.”

The sight of the flowers, so beautiful yet suffocating, made your chest tighten. Gojo’s devotion was like the Spiraea—delicate, persistent, and impossible to escape.

[stqrlverr]

TRADITION SAYS

k. nanami x fem! reader // w.c 580

a/n: reblogs and hearts appreciated

“It’s bad luck to see me before the wedding.” She softly mused.

The man in question remained remorseless.

His soul, nestled with tradition, which would have typically reeled back in disbelief, succumbed to his unusual impatience by pardoning his decision to dishonour decade-old customs.

His heart was soon to be legally roped by an endless scripture inscribed with not only his consent to this union - but with cursive letters strung to formulate paragraphs brimmed with gratification for the day he was to home a diamond atop her fourth finger - which was finally today.

As her palms manoeuvred south, soothing over the chapels of his exquisite suit of identical textiles, his organ restrained beneath the ensemble of his wedding attire, gently thrummed, reciprocal of her touch as her dainty hands rested a few centimetres above his pectorals

“I’m aware, love,” he expressed lowly, hazel eyes strewn from a melodic harp’s chords studying the orbs, still somewhat surprised he had wandered away from his station, which was to be at the end of the alter, awaiting her presence.

Nanami’s own hand placement remained stitched to her hip, savouring the blanche satin tailored to snuggly sculpt her heavenly silhouette and the stark contrast of the silky fabric enticing the calloused landscape of a working man.

Shame almost derided him and the slight discomfort stirring in his lower half as in a couple of hours; he anticipated the lustrous cloth of white balled within his grasp: the semblance to chaste caressing his thick digits, which had not remained as such, a divine envision.

The opulent fabric was a mere distraction by cloaking practice vows his ardent mouth had smooched against her body during their sexual rendezvouses during their time as boyfriend and girlfriend. Every amorous advancement was instead a bout of devotion he murmured against her soft flesh that permeated beneath her skeletal protection, garnering a shudder, a delicate moan, or both.

As y/n subconsciously nabbed at the navy handkerchief peeking out his breast pocket, she chuckled to herself, visualising Nanami plucking the neatly folded material from its suffocating confines to dab dry the prick of a stream nourishing his waterline whilst witnessing her poised figure leisurely unite with his embrace, the bop of his Adam’s apple a hefty gulp of finality she was to be his under legal pretences, a long-awaited moment and insinuation no man beside himself could sincerely or even attempt to state she was theirs. 

Alternatively, Nanami took note of the minuscule embellishments of priceless pearls adorning her customised gown, a semi-extensive width of fragile tulle delicately draped atop her head partnered to complete her wedding look.

He reached behind her head, stepping back once acquiring the matrimonial headpiece whilst she and the time glaring behind them, which had been ushering them to respect both their time allocated slot for this venue and their guests’ effort of reaching here on time, both paused.

The clock’s arms softened, hesitating by a mere second to witness the intimate ceremony between themselves before being observed by a swarm of onlookers.

Her vision became obscured by ivory netting, mascara-coated lashes tickling against the diaphanous veil that now vaguely concealed her beguiling portrait.

In return, she lifted her gaze onto the man she would meet once more in a few minutes to officiate their companionship.

“But forgive me, dear,” Nanami spoke, seeking remission, although his expression of adoration illustrated he didn’t quite care whether his repentance was acknowledged. “I just couldn’t help myself.”.

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[legendary-69420]

Broadway’s Brightest Star 2 : Starring in Stardust

Chapter 11 : Part 2

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

A/n : Major La La Land Spoilers! Song : "City of Stars (Hollywood remix) - Ryan Gosling"

The night of Mark Spencer’s La La Land Broadway debut was a spectacle of glamour, talent, and palpable excitement. Getting tickets had been nearly impossible; the entire first-day lineup sold out in less than 30 minutes. Yet, Charles and a few other drivers had secured seats, sitting close enough to the stage to catch every nuance of Mark’s performance.

Charles arrived dressed sharply but understatedly, though his excitement was betrayed by the nervous tapping of his foot. The atmosphere inside the theater was electric—opulent chandeliers cast golden light over the audience, murmurs of anticipation filling the air.

Mark Steals the Spotlight

The opening number, “Another Day of Sun,” burst onto the stage with a kaleidoscope of color and energy. The cast danced in vibrant costumes, their movements seamlessly synchronized to the upbeat music. When Mark finally appeared as Sebastian, the audience collectively gasped.

His first costume—a well-fitted navy suit with a crisp white shirt—accentuated his commanding presence. His every step was confident, every gesture infused with charisma. Charles couldn’t help but notice the way Mark seemed to own the stage effortlessly, as though Broadway had always been his destiny.

The Piano Revelation

The theater went quiet as Mark sat down at the piano to play “Mia and Sebastian’s Theme.” The soft, haunting melody filled the space, resonating in the silence. Charles leaned forward, captivated, but confusion crept in.

Mark’s playing was flawless, his fingers dancing across the keys with practiced precision. Charles frowned. Just days ago, Mark had been bumbling through piano lessons with him, struggling to string together even a basic melody. Had he been pretending? The thought hit Charles like a revelation:

Mark faked it just to spend time with me.

Charles’ chest tightened at the thought, but the moment was interrupted as Mark launched into “A Lovely Night.”

The Dance Sequence: A Lovely Night

Mark’s Sebastian teased Mia with playful banter, his voice laced with charm and mischief as he sang: “The sun is nearly gone; the lights are turning on…”

His co-star, dressed in a flowing yellow dress, retorted with just the right amount of sass, their chemistry sparking like fireworks. The stage transformed into a twilight-lit hilltop, and the pair began their iconic dance routine.

Mark’s movements were sharp yet fluid, his athleticism on full display as he twirled and dipped his co-star. The choreography was a masterclass in controlled chaos—Mark intentionally missed a step, pretending to stumble just enough to evoke laughter from the audience, only to recover with a flourish that made everyone cheer.

For Charles, it was a bittersweet moment. The dance reminded him of the times Mark had taken his hand, teaching him how to glide across the floor with surprising grace. The memory clashed with the reality of Mark now sharing that same magic with someone else.

But he couldn’t deny the perfection of the scene. The audience erupted into applause, and Charles joined in, clapping louder than anyone.

City of Stars and Jealousy Peaks

As the show transitioned into “City of Stars,” Mark’s soulful voice filled the theater once again. His duet with Gigi playing Mia was intimate, their voices blending in a way that felt almost too personal for Charles to bear.

Charles’ mind wandered to the nights he and Mark would sing together for fun, their voices in perfect harmony. But now, someone else was sharing that connection with Mark, and Charles’ stomach churned with jealousy.

Meanwhile on the stage Mark's eyes were on Gigi but his heart was glued to Charles. Mark was also thinking about how he and his best friend used to sing

When the planetarium dance scene arrived, Charles’ feelings only intensified. The ethereal lighting and dreamy movements mirrored a time Mark had guided him through a ballroom dance. The parallels were undeniable, and it stung to see those moments now recreated on stage with someone else.

The Kiss and Calming Anger

The moment Sebastian kissed Mia, Charles felt his body tense. His jaw clenched, his hands gripping the armrests. The audience sighed romantically, oblivious to the turmoil brewing within him. Rationally, Charles knew it was all part of the show, but emotionally, it was unbearable.

But as the epilogue played—a montage of Sebastian’s life filled with happiness and fulfillment—Charles found his anger ebbing. Seeing Mark’s character content, even if fictional, brought him an odd sense of peace.

Meanwhile the first think Mark did after the kiss was too look at Charles with apologetic eyes for some reason.

When the final scene ended, with Sebastian nodding toward Mia in a bittersweet farewell, the curtains closed to thunderous applause.

The Standing Ovation and Reactions

Mark took center stage during the curtain call, dressed in a sleek black suit that shimmered under the spotlight. The entire theater was on its feet, the applause deafening. Charles clapped until his palms stung, pride swelling in his chest despite the jealousy he’d battled all evening.

As Mark scanned the audience, his eyes found Charles. In that moment, it felt as though the room faded away, leaving only the two of them. Mark’s smile grew wider, and Charles couldn’t help but return it.

The Internet Reacts

Fans and critics flooded social media with reactions:

@JealousyVibes: "I wish I were there instead of (the model) and Mark kissed me. 😭😭"

@Markfanatic: "Mark Spencer was born to play Sebastian! His voice, his charisma, his EVERYTHING 🔥😭."

@BroadwayLover99: “Mark Spencer’s La La Land debut was EVERYTHING. His voice? His moves? Literal perfection. 🔥”

@MarkAndCharlesForever: “Forget Mia and Seb. Mark and Charles have more chemistry OFF stage. Did you SEE the way Mark looked at him during the curtain call?”

@JealousyVibes: “Charles watching Mark kiss Mia on stage: 😡😭👀.”

@DreamTeamDrama: "OMG The kisses.. THE KISSES 😭😭😭 I can't-"

@MarkSpencersfuturehusband: "Mark nailed all the emotional scenes and ngl I cried during the ending."

Meme-worthy moments of Charles’ expressions during key scenes circulated, with captions like: "When your crush is too good at pretending to love someone else."

"Me watching my crush kiss someone else vs. me clapping because I can’t let them know I’m dying inside."

As the cast mingled during the afterparty, Charles found Mark, unable to hold back a small smile.

As the theater emptied and the afterparty dwindled into the quiet hum of soft chatter and laughter, Mark and Charles found themselves on the terrace of the theater, bathed in the golden glow of city lights. The air was crisp, and the faint scent of lingering champagne added to the surreal magic of the evening.

Mark leaned casually against the railing, his stage makeup still intact but his blazer now loosened, giving him a relaxed yet undeniably captivating aura. Charles stood beside him, hands in his pockets, stealing glances at the man who had just mesmerized an entire audience.

“You were incredible tonight,” Charles finally said, his voice soft but laced with sincerity.

Mark turned to him, a small smile playing on his lips. “You think so? Coming from you, I’ll take that as a big compliment.”

Before Charles could respond, Mark stepped closer, pulling him into a tight hug. The embrace lingered, filled with unspoken words. For a moment, time seemed to pause as they clung to each other, an undercurrent of intimacy crackling in the space between them.

As they pulled back, Mark’s hands stayed lightly on Charles’ shoulders. “You know, there’s more where that came from. I’ve got shows all week.”

Charles smirked, his tone teasing yet warm. “I know. I’ve already booked tickets to every single one.”

Mark blinked, caught off guard. “What? Why would you do that? All the shows are practically the same, just a bit of improv here and there.”

Charles shrugged, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. “Because my best friend is performing. How could I not be there? Besides, consider it an early birthday present.”

Mark’s expression softened, his teasing demeanor melting for a brief moment. “Aww, you didn’t have to do that, you sap.”

But true to form, Mark couldn’t resist adding, “Though, considering your driving skills, I’m surprised you made it here on time at all. Guess miracles do happen.”

Charles rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Says the guy who almost tripped over his co-star’s dress during the planetarium scene. Real graceful, Seb.”

Mark gasped in mock offense, clutching his chest. “That was choreographed, thank you very much!”

Their banter dissolved into easy laughter, the kind shared only between two people who knew each other inside out. The tension ebbed away, replaced by the warmth of camaraderie and a connection that ran deeper than either would admit aloud.

As they turned back toward the bustling afterparty, Charles couldn’t help but glance at Mark one more time, a small smile tugging at his lips. Whatever the future held, he was certain of one thing: he wouldn’t miss a single moment of Mark’s spotlight—not on stage, not in life.

(Dividers by @omi-resources)

[ivyyisbored22]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭— 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐅

Note: Check Description and other chapters first to understand the story ^^♡

Chapter 18

WARNING!!!🔞 This Chapter contains SMUT: Oral (f.recieving), fingering, semi public, slightest of dirty talk.

Minors do not interract!!!

Aria

There's a 99% chance that an alien took over Chris's body in the past week. And the remaining 1% is that he's actually changing. Trying to change, at least, if we put it in a proper sense.

Getting one step closer to Chris feels like discovering a new part of him and a part of myself I buried down after my last relationship.

Blond, blue eyes, class topper and who looked like the perfect boyfriend, Luke was my ex who I met in business school during my first year. We were made for eachother, or so I thought. We dated for two years, until I walked into him having sex with my best friend on MY birthday.

What an amazing surprise. The bastard had been cheating on me since our 2nd anniversary, that betrayal felt like waking up from a beautiful dream, only to find yourself trapped in a nightmare you never saw coming.

I had grown distant from everyone since then, shutting myself from any relationships after that. Unable to see me suffer internally while not being myself in the outlook was why my parents asked me to get married to Chris, hoping it would make me forget everything.

The heartbreak I went through with Luke is a scar that refused to heal so fast or easily.

But I don't blame them. Some things were easier to be left than to explain and the in the end we have different perspectives of viewing the world. To their eyes settling down after business school was the solution.

Although unknown to my parents was also a certain lingering deadline between Chris and me, that I wasn't healed and still played a fake version of myself in front of others.

I was never destined for true love or a happy ending.

Our marriage was stable, predictable, and perhaps a bit too routine. I had grown accustomed to Chris's cold nature, his affection expressed in the form of providing comfort and security rather than warm embraces or whispered sweet nothings.

The security system in the mansion was tightened, Chris didn't bring up about that Victor guy again, so I didn't ask about it again. Assuming he had whatever of that under control.

But this past week, something had changed. It was in the small things—like how he would pause to ask about my day with genuine interest, or the way his fingers would linger just a bit longer when he brushed against my hand.

Or how today I'm roaming inside one of the biggest bookstores in the city, but is closed for the public because Chris wanted me to spend however long I wanted freely. He had rented the whole place for the entire day.

"Chris, this is too much," I said, turning to face him.

The soft lighting of the empty bookstore with no signs of staff but just the two of us created an intimate atmosphere, making the moment feel surreal. Chris was in a simple tee, jacket and denim trousers today, unlike his usual coat suit and dress shirt outfits, the casual attire adding to the sense that I was seeing a different side of him.

"It's not too much. I could have bought the place if you hadn't stopped me." He said smirking, giving me a view of his leathal dimple that made my stomach do a summersault.

That he would have. As COO of Aurelius, he will go beyond limits to get and do whatever he wanted.

"Well, good that you listened," I replied, rolling my eyes playfully. "Buying the entire bookstore might have been a bit over the top, even for you."

"I'll have you know sweetheart, I've bought things that are way more than a bookstore." A cocky eyebrow arched as he let out a deep chuckle.

"Like what?" I asked, crossing my arms joining his banter.

"The guys and I wanted to go to the Bahamas last summer but our yacht was under maintenance," He slipped his hands into his pockets, "So I bought another one."

My jaw fell unhinged, and eyes widening as I struggled to comprehend the audacity of his statement. "You...bought another yacht? Just like that?"

Chris nodded casually, his posture and expression relaxed as if discussing the purchase of a new pair of shoes.

"Yeah, it seemed like the logical solution at the time."

I couldn't help but laugh incredulously. "Logical solution? Most people would just postpone the trip or I don't know fly there."

"Well, it seemed like a good excuse to upgrade so I figured why not?" he said with a nonchalant shrug, his smirk widening.

"Sure," I slowly nodded, "But it doesn't mean you have to go to such extremes. Like this one right now," I countered, though I couldn't help but smile at his grand gesture.

"Extremes are kind of my thing, Aria," Chris said, leaning against a bookshelf, his buff bicep against the books made my stomach do another flip.

"You should know that by now."

"Yeah, I've noticed," I said, shaking my head, running my fingers through the spines of the Lord of the Rings series.

"You're like a bull in a china shop"

"I prefer 'strategic disruptor,'" he replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Our eyes locked briefly for a second, then I turned away, browsing the shelves.

From Shakespeare to best selling authors today, having their own shelves of their books, the building was spacious and three floors high, giving any reader an experience of a lifetime.

There were small lounges in two corners of each floor, cozy and inviting, with plush armchairs and warm lighting, perfect for curling up with a book. The air was filled with the faint scent of aged paper and fresh ink, a fragrance that always brought me comfort.

"Thank you, for this" I turned back to him as I took a random book off a shelf, Chris's eyes were already on me, watching my every move.

"You don't have to thank me for everything," Chris walked towards to me, closing the distance, "You're worth it."

I felt my cheeks flush as well as the butterflies in my stomach frantically erupt, as if closing down a store for a day was the most natural thing in the world.

His words warmed something deep inside me, a place I had thought long frozen. The old Aria, the one who believed in grand gestures and romantic surprises, stirred within me. But I had to remind myself to be cautious; just a week of change could not erase the last months of indifference.

But we'll never know.

As we walked shelf after shelf, an exclusive copy of one my favourite books caught my eyes. I immediately went and took it in my hands, the cover of the book held me captive in my spot.

The title was embossed in gold, glistening under the lights. The rich, deep red background was adorned with intricate patterns of flowers and foliage, intertwining with dragons that seemed almost alive. Each petal and leaf was meticulously detailed, their colors vibrant against the dark, quilted texture behind them.

"Hmm?" Chris came behind me, he was carrying two baskets that were full of the newest thrillers and romance. I kind of felt bad for making him trail after me like a pack mule.

"This is the last one I promise. It's a special edition" I showed him the book, my eyes sparkling with excitement.

Chris glanced at the cover, his expression remaining stoic but with a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. "A special edition? Looks like I'm not the only one around here with expensive tastes."

I chuckled, hugging the book to my chest. "Well, this is worth it. Look at the detail. It's a piece of art."

"Alright, if it makes you happy," He brought the basket up and I placed the book on the top of the stack, a wide smile spread across my face that refused to go away.

"Is this all you want? You're free to get as many as you like Aria. This whole place is yours." He said genuinely, his tone matter-of-fact. I shook my head, still smiling, a warm feeling spreading across my chest.

"As a slow reader these are going to keep me alive for a year or even more. They are enough."

He nodded, a hint of understanding in his eyes. "If you say so"

For a moment, I felt a rare connection with him. It wasn't about grand emotions or declarations; it was about this simple, shared experience. Chris might not be the most emotionally expressive person, but in his own way, he was trying.

And that effort meant more to me than any expensive gift ever could.

"Thank you," I said softly, squeezing his arm. "This really means a lot."

"Well, I hope you have a good place to put all these," he replied, a touch of sarcasm returning to his voice.

"Because my study is not turning into a library."

I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Don't worry, I have it covered."

After I got all the books I wanted, we made our way from the section and instead of going to the counter on the ground floor, Chris stopped walking and placed the baskets on a table, turning to me with a mischievous smirk spread playing on his lips.

I froze in my place, feeling my pulse race as he slowly strode towards me like a majestic wolf, his eyes on me. The way he moved, so confident and purposeful, sent a shiver down my spine.

"What are you up to?" I asked, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the tremor in my voice.

Chris stopped just inches from me, his gaze intense. "Just thought we could take a moment to enjoy this place properly. No rush, right?"

I swallowed hard, feeling the warmth of his presence envelop me. "No rush," I echoed, my voice barely a whisper.

He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch lingering just a bit longer than necessary. "Good...because,"

Before he finished, he lifted my chin and his mouth met mine, burying his tongue while his hand traced my cheek then sank in my hair. My fingers pressed on his arms as I melted into his taste of mint and sugar, it was an addiction.

I preferred vanilla and cinnamon but I suppose the taste of Chris is much better.

He pulled me closer to him, we were pressed against eachother and there, I felt him growing hard, excitement and anticipation rushed through my body. Chris's hand gently closed behind my neck as he deepend the kiss, slowly slowly striding and having me pressed against a shelf.

I opened my eyes and looked above him, ironically we were under the romance section. Chris removed his mouth from mine, his hand still around my neck, while his other hand went to the hem of my skirt, tracing the line.

"Because what?" I pulled back, arching a brow as I challenged him, my voice breathless yet defiant.

"Because," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear, "I want to make sure you have the best time."

His fingers slid up my thigh, sending shivers through me. The intensity of his gaze, combined with the firmness of his grip on my neck, made my heart race. Every touch, every movement, was deliberate and electrifying.

"Chris..." I whispered, my resolve wavering as his hand inched higher, the thrill of being in such a public, yet intimate setting and the chance someone might walk in on us only heightened the sensations coursing through me.

"Shh," he hushed me softly, his lips brushing against my earlobe, his thumb brushing my bottom lip.

"No rush, remember?"

His words echoed in my mind, the promise of slow, tantalizing pleasure as his hand reached the edge of my panties. I gasped, my body responding eagerly to his touch, leaving fire in their wake.

Chris's lips found mine again, more demanding this time. I could feel his desire, his need, and it mirrored my own. Our kiss deepened, becoming a battle of wills and passion, his hand tightened around my neck, a mix of dominance and tenderness that left me breathless.

With a smooth glid, he slid my panties to the side and a finger found its way through my wet folds. I jerked as he inserted another, a knowing smirk spread across his face looking at how easily and quickly wet and turned on I get.

Paced pumps, breathless kisses and pinned among the shelves of love stories and whispered promises, only added a layer of forbidden excitement to our encounter. He pressed the heel of his palm against my clit, making a soft moan gasp free out of me.

"Mmm... you're clenching me babydoll."

My lips parted, I wanted to say things but nothing came out at how good his fingers curled inside of me, my blood was on liquid fire. The only sensations were pleasure, want and pure need.

Time lost its meaning along with my senses, Chris had pushed my top up, his mouth was closed around my sensitive nipple and his digits pushed deeper inside me. He was licking, sucking, teasing, stretching and playing with me tearing moans, and cries from my throat.

He then sank onto his knees, parting my legs, circling my sensitized clit with the tip of his tongue. His chin grazed my skin as he kissed the nub, his breath fanning over me and burying his face in my heat, drawing my clit into his mouth and sucked.

"Oh my...oh my God..."

I instantly arched against the shelf, the books shook threatening to fall but thankfully they were pushed to the back. My hand went over my face to cover my squeals and whimpers escaping and echoing off the quiet walls, I felt his eyes watch me from beneath me.

Every thought was erased away from my brain as pleasure fogged like a mirror after a hot shower.

My hand fisted his hair as his teeth grazed over my swollen, tender clit, going from slow and languid licks, lapping away my arousal like a man possessed. My hips bucked, seeking for relief but Chris's strong fingers held me in place.

Chris had an uncanny ability to make me feel like I was seeing stars during the day, even when we were under a roof. His hands and mouth worked magic on me, leaving me breathless, trembling, and craving more.

The tingles of an orgasm began to build deep within me as he expertly moved his tongue over my clit, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge. The tension coiled tighter and tighter inside me until I knew I couldn't hold it in any longer. If I tried, I would surely implode.

The pressure finally erupted as my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave crashing onto the shore, making my body shudder uncontrollably. My thighs trembled as I came, my arousal dripping down my legs and onto his face. 

But Chris wasn't done with me yet. Not by a long shot. One moment I was arching against the shelf praying for the books not to fall on us as he tongue fucked me, the next I was on my back, pinned on the floor.

He switched positions just like that.

"You have quite an interesting taste in literature sweetheart," Chris murmured into my ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down my spine.

His words were teasing, but they carried a dark edge that made my pulse quicken. As he spoke, he pushed my skirt up, a cool air hitting my exposed and vulnerable self.

"Wha—what?" I stammered, my own voice sounded different to my ears. "Did you read—" Heat flushed up my cheeks when I realised he must have flipped through one of the romance books from the stack.

Oh God.

"I might have read a page or two," he admitted, his tone light, but there was something in his eyes—something dark and full of intent. He pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, a simple gesture that made my core throb with renewed need.

"And I thought, why not create our own scene?"

Before I could even form a response, Chris's mouth crashed down on mine in a kiss that was both punishing and possessive. It was as if he was punishing me for the guilty pleasure of my reading material, but also claiming his approval in the most primal way possible.

He held my hips with a bruising force, I dimly heard the rasp of the zipper and then he hammered inside me in one powerful thrust. The sudden invasion made me gasp out, the sharp sound echoing softly in the confined space.

My nails dug into the carpet as I clung to him, one hand gripping his stiff bicep. God, I could never get used to the feel of him inside me.

So hot, so huge, so impossibly hard.

Every time he entered me, it felt like the first time, my body straining to accommodate him. The sensation was overwhelming, making my head spin and my body tremble.

A strong hand came over my mouth to silence my embarrassing moans, my eyes fluttered open, meeting Chris's intense gaze. The corner of his mouth twitched in a knowing smug smirk as he continued thrusting into me with relentless precision.

"Shh," he chuckled as he continued wrecking me. "You don't want someone to hear how much you love being fucked in your little haven, now do you?"

The fact that someone actually could walk in on us was disastrous but there was no time to process anything other than the feel and the heat of him against me, flesh against flesh as he shattered me apart, the pressure and pleasure was beyond ecstacy. 

The telltale tingles built inside me again, threatening to spill over as he took me apart piece by piece.

"Your pussy is made for me sweetheart. Fuck you're so tight." He growled,his voice thick with lust as he watched me writhe beneath him.

My body responded to his every word, my muscles clenching around his cock as the nerves in my stomach coiled tighter and tighter. My heart pounded frantically against my ribcage, and I could feel the tension building to an almost unbearable level.

I hadn't imagined Chris would surprise me with a whole day at a bookstore when he proposed we go out. And I definitely hadn't imagined we'd end up like this—fucking in the romance section, surrounded by books, with nothing but the tall shelves to seclude us from reality.

"God, Chris..." I gasped, my voice breaking as I felt the pressure reach its peak.

"My name sounds so good when you moan it baby," He groaned or chuckled. I couldn't say.

I was too lost in my world of lust, I forgot my own name. Everything else faded away until all that existed was the feel of him inside me, driving me to madness.

Tears leaked out of my eyes at the sensation, fingers clawing and mouth falling open in a reckless cries. Thrust after thrust, another toe-curling orgasm gushed through me like fire rushing and igniting in a pool of gasoline, bursting stars behind my eyes.

I fell into a boneless mess. 

Chris groaned and I felt his cock twitching uncontrollably as a hot load of cum gathered inside me. He slowed his movements, his breath coming in heavy pants as he rode out the last of his own release.

He leaned down, softly brushing his lips against mine, and I could feel the smile that lingered there—a smile of triumph, of satisfaction, of a man who knew exactly what he was doing to me.

We hung there, breathless and tangled together, the aftershocks of my climax still rippling through me. My mind was still swimming in the aftermath, trying to process the sheer intensity of what had just happened, when I felt Chris begin to move.

He let out a deep, satisfied chuckle as he got up, adjusting his clothes with a nonchalant ease. With just one casual swipe of his hand through his hair, he looked completely composed—flawless, even—as if he hadn't just fucked me into another dimension.

Meanwhile, I was a mess. My legs felt like jelly, barely able to hold me up as I struggled to regain my balance. Every nerve in my body was still buzzing, my core pulsing with a heartbeat all its own. I most definitely won't be able to walk tomorrow or probably right now.

My breath hitched lightly when I felt him clean me up with a tissue. A tender gesture that made my heart ache in the most bittersweet way.

Chris helped me get up and fixed my clothes, smoothing down my hair. His fingers brushed lightly over my tear-stained cheeks, lingering just a second longer than necessary, as if savoring the feel of my skin. The silence between us spoke volumes. 

Chris wasn't one to use words carelessly, and in moments like this, his actions said more than any words ever could. I clung to him, still trying to find my footing, both physically and emotionally.

His eyes were on me, those burning brown eyes that seemed to see straight through me, and even though he didn't say a word, I could feel the intensity of his gaze.

We've had sex countless times by now, but every time it feels different—more intense, more profound. But this time, this was something else entirely. It was as if he had pushed me beyond my limits, only to pull me back again, leaving me reeling from the sheer force of it.

This was, hands down, the best one yet, and I could feel it in every aching muscle and every rapid heartbeat.

My eyes drifted down to the damp stain on the green carpet, a vivid reminder of just how lost I had been in the throes of pleasure. Embarrassment flooded me, my face flushing hot as I imagined the poor soul who would have to clean up after us.

I glared up at Chris, half-expecting him to share in my mortification, but instead, he just smirked, his expression completely unapologetic, not giving a flying fuck.

"Let's get your books home." He wrapped an arm around my waist, taking the book baskets from the table and walking me to towards the elevator to get to the ground floor.

I couldn't process how he went from fucking me on the floor like it was the last day on the planet to smiling casually as if he had been doing nothing but accompany me with my shopping spree.

Once we made it to the ground floor, Chris placed the baskets on the counter and the woman behind started scanning the books. He payed for them and I saw him leave a huge tip to the staff, again my face flushed crimson.

A young boy brought the bags to the car and placed them in the trunk, after settling in, we made our home.

"Enjoyed your day?" Chris's eyes were fixed on the road, but I knew he meant more than just the shopping.

"Every moment of it." I looked at him, those silver hoop earrings glinted in the daylight, drawing attention to his strong jawline.

Chris's eyes fell on me for a second, he nodded, a small, satisfied smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"Good. I'm glad to hear that."

As we drove through the city streets, Chris's hand gently slipped with mine, the comfortable silence between us spoke volumes. The day had been filled with more than just books, it had been a day of connection, of tentative steps towards understanding each other better.

When we arrived to the mansion, Chris carried the bags inside, placing them on the living room coffee table. I followed him, feeling a sense of contentment that had been absent for so long.

He turned to me, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear, I instinctively leaned into his palm, savoring the rare moment of tenderness.

"I don't want to leave, but um..." His words trailed off, a hand rubbing the back of his neck but I knew what he was going to say next.

My heart sank just a little bit.

"Go on," I said, his expression softed, a flicker of something unspoken passing between us. "I'm gonna spend the all the time reading while you're at work."

I played a soft smile, knowing he had to go back to his responsibilities. Chris sighed, his thumb gently grazing my cheek.

"I'll try to be back soon." He said softly, a rare hint of reluctance in his eyes. "I know," my smile widened just a bit.

"Alright," He pulled me to another bruising kiss, breathing me in as he bit my bottom lip. "I'll see you later."

As he turned to leave, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. There was the usual frustration of him having to rush off, but also a newfound appreciation for the tiny effort he was making to connect with me.

I watched him drive away, the mansion fell into a deep silence again as I went back inside and picked up the special edition book that had caught my eye earlier.

Running my fingers over the intricate cover, I felt a surge of gratitude for this day and for Chris's efforts to make it memorable.

I opened the book, ready to lose myself in its pages, knowing that Chris and I were slowly finding our way to each other, one small step at a time.

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i think puppy! art deserves a tail plug :3c

i can imagine pat surprising him with one and art blushing all over at the idea of having something that big in him… but he’d love it, love wagging it, and love when pat pulls on it when he misbehaves

and he would absolutely adore it when patrick helps him put it in for the first time <3 he gets laid over pat’s lap with his ass up, and then two thick fingers are pushing into his mouth before sliding right back out once they’re sufficiently covered in saliva

his owner drags those drool-covered digits over art’s pretty hole and then spits his own dose of lubrication over it. it only takes a minute for art’s hips to push back against patrick’s touch as he feels himself being opened up nd stretched by those same two fingers. then the plug is slid in afterwards, a playful slap on his wriggling ass following suit.

“how’s that, pup?” pat hums, giving two gentle tugs on the fluffy tail attached to the end of the silver bulb, which only makes art whine and twitch over pat’s thigh

art just nods, his hands held behind his back obediently as he shakes his rear a little to feel the softness of the tail rub against the back of his legs.

he wears it for the whole evening and it gets him all hot and squirmy every time patrick brushes his touch over it. later on, when he’s humping the brunette’s thigh (per his command), he begs for him to pull on it hehe