#my pillow case is stained pink

[the-b-in-rab-stands-for-babygirl]

pink hair makes me look more like a lesbian than i though it would lol

[obxsprincess]

Just Luke shoving your head into the pillows while he moans the filthiest words in your ear (someone take my phone away)

yesyesyes especially when he’s brat taming !!

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he watches you spring into another cabin boys arms after winning capture the flag, your hair all messy, giggling n laughing like a sweet perfect fool. his sweet, perfect fool. you looked so pretty. n luke knew the tall, asshole of a guy was thinking the same thing

he wasn’t ‘fuckin having it’

“I get, ya’ were just being friendly, princess. but that fuckers not thinking like that.” his hot breath fans the back of your neck, n you’d believe he was mad at you when he drops you onto your bed, all greedy n mean as he sucks hickeys all over your pretty tits

“agh b-ut luke, he was on my team n’ he helped us win-” his brown eyes furrow in annoyance, finally looking up. leaving your pebbled nipple glossy n achy from his salvia

“so you want to repay him? is that the fuckin case, cause he got the flag you want him sucking on these pretty tits mhm?” oh he is mad :(

“n-no I didn’t say tha-” you frown at the oh-so familiar tingle in your tummy, his hands moving lower and lower…

“nah it’s ok baby, wanted some time with my favorite girl anyways. just shush n’ let me give her some…attention”

you didn’t think he meant your pussy when he said his favorite girl :( n his way of shushing was shoving your face into your plushy, pink pillows. muffling your whines in the cotton things n your angelic whimpers when his cock slides into the warm, tight little fit of your gummy walls

“mhmm, fuck-fuck yeah, tightest little pussy I’ve ever felt. ahhhh fuck she grips me so good.” he’s moaning into your dizzy ear like he’s married to your pussy and your merely their for the ride “don’t she baby?” he coos

“l-luke auh! m’here too!” tears of salty jealousy brush your lash line ??

“f-fuck, shush princess. why can’t you be as good as this sweet little cunt? she’d never fuckkk let another dick inside of her.”

your mascara stains the pillow cases as you try to wiggle, clenching around his so tightly cause this is supposed to be about you!! n the angles so deep!! but his pounding thrusts made you forget all bratty sense. now he was just rubbing it in, groaning n moaning all over your flustered skin

“pretty pussy knows only I make you feel this good,”

“your” thrust “fuckin” thrust “mine” finally he was talking to you again!!

”m’ all yours l-luke! g-gonna mphmm! cum!” your squeals encourage his hips to snap against your soft ass even faster. his balls slapping against you shushing you even more than the fluffy pillows

“goddd I’m cumming inside my girl tonight, you thrust deserve it. this- fuck your dripping— pussys mine too right, ma?”

”y-yes!”

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[porcalinecunt]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍’𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

𐐂 chifuyu’s impaitience got the best of him, now look at the mess he’s in now . . .

🩰 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 ��𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

��� 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

𝐜𝐰 — ftm!reader. dom!reader. sub!chifuyu. punishment. masterbation. overstimulation. edging. begging. dacryphillia. lingerie. cumshot.

a/n: heyy, im back and currently obsessed with tr rn. i’ve been reading a lot of sub chifuyu content and i couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. as usual, enjoy! 🫶🏼

Sorry wasn’t going to cut it this time. Neither would any of the excuses your boyfriend was babbling out either.

“No more..I can’t—“

You squeezed, forcing a mewl out of his throat. Your thumb brushed over his flushed tip, which had been leaking nonstop since his last orgasm. In fact, he was still hard as a rock. It was almost impressive how long you’ve been jacking him off and yet he never went soft after cumming too many times to count.

Baby pink nails adorned with charms now covered in white and sticky, tracing his sensitive dick while he shuddered. It looked so fuckin’ pretty, you couldn’t help but lean down and press a gentle kiss on it. Your eyes darted to meet Chifuyu’s where his tear stained face grew red from embarrassment. His pupils large almost like a puppy begging to be fed.

It almost made you pity him, before pulling away and wrapping your fingers around his dick once again. Immediately, you began to move your hand up and down quickly. Chifuyu’s forced his head to one side, biting into the pillow below him, but that didn’t stop him from whimpering and mewling out loud like a bitch in heat. Watching him fall apart made your core throb, like you just wanted to slip off your panties and ride him till he has nothing left in him.

“Fuuuckkk..! fuck ‘m gonna cum…”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning over his face. His syrupy blue hues stared right back at you.

“Why should I..?”

You held back a smile as you watched Chifuyu’s face fall at those words, violently shaking his head as he bites back his tears.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I swear..! I swear!—“

“You swear what?”

You snarled, slowly stroking his cock with a grip that gave him delicious pain and adrenaline. Enough for him to start begging, pleading for his final release.

“I-I won’t touch myself again, not without you..I’ll ask you next time, just pleasee!”

Tears streamed down his rosy cheeks, as you quickened your pace once again. Chifuyu thrashed around against your hold, letting out the prettiest cries of pleasure your boyfriend could ever muster up. His cock twitched, as his back arched from his incoming orgasm.

Your mouth practically watered as he let out one last cry before he shot out his load into your face. It stained the pink lingerie you wore, reaching up to your lips and cheeks. Your hand was covered and so was his stomach, painted white.

Chifuyu shuddered, breathing heavily as his head collapsed onto the soft pillow case before he felt a weight on his hips. He looked up to see you, panties gone and lingerie slipping off of you little by little.

“I’m not done yet, fuyu.”

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[brcksbf]

kiss me once more !

★ / person ── jake webber

★ / readers ── female pronouns / reader

★ / warnings ── slight implied smut, small makeout session + short oneshot.

love arden 𖦹 hello demons, It's me ya boi, and welcome to my first post. this is the first time I have written something like this before and it is my first time on tumblr, so please bare with me whilst I try to better my writing and my skills so I can improve and provide you all with better stuff.

this ended so differently from what I wanted

T.he strong blinding ball of florescent yellow, began to slowly arise, narrowly peaking through the pastel coloured horizon, sharp, bitter frost laid across the delicate dyihg green grass, cars quietly cruising the silent streets ── Three in the morning was never a time for Jake webber, it was a time he wished to never know, however that was the case until he met the women of his dreams, Y/N.

He had zero choice but to befriend that scarily early time, it was the one time where he could be with Y/N without the looming threat of the other falling asleep due to the exhaustion of her tough graft ── It was a tiny time frame that they both got to spend together, it was cherished, a break before the taunting day ahead.

And Jake heavily insisted on waking up along with his girlfriend much to her dismay.

" Baby, wake up " a familiar voice stirred the half asleep Jake awake, breaking him from his peaceful slumber, his dark coloured eyes narrowly opening, his pale, plump lips pulling themselves into a deep smile upon seeing his girlfriend looking at him, Y/N leant down placing gentle kisses over Jake's tender cheeks.

" Morning " Jake muttered into his pale pink, stain pillow, allowing the love of his life to run her slender fingers throughout the bedhead mess, relaxing under the sensitive touches, Y/N leant down peppering kisses down his spine, delicately nibbling at the skin, leaving faint love bites.

It was a wake up call that always seemed to happen, a routine made without ever meaning it too.

" Stop " Jake quietly chuckled, Y/N immediately halted despite knowing that they were both enjoying the soft spark of sensational feelings, Jake forced himself to sit keeping the crisp pink sheet against his shirtless body protecting himelf from the bitter morning air.

" You have work, and we both know what happens if I let you carry on " Jake teased poking Y/N's forehead pushing the women away from his body, he could see the hunger within her eyes, he felt the hunger too but he also knew all too well the consequences of what would happen if she allowed Jake to continue.

" Well what if I want it to happen? " Y/N plaufully questioned, loving eyes devouring the man in front of her, Jake perfectly acting as if his heart wasn't pounding vigorously against his ribs, the need for Y/N grew.

But he needed to be strong.

" You wish, baby, but you need to work " Jake smirked pulling Y/N towards him for one last kiss, their lips dancing with each other, Jake's pink tongue pushing its way through her sealed lips, almost inaudible whimpering as Y/N fought back, daring to be more dominant.

Heat arose between them, both finding their needs slowly being tended too, Y/N sitting on top of Jake's lap, her fingers tracing his back, Jake enjoying the pressure that Y/N continued to add, a little piece at a time, as her nails dug deeper into his burning skin, only for Jake to stop Y/N again.

" Not gonna happen baby " Jake sheepishly smirked hands on Y/N chest preventing her from moving any closer, Y/N lightly pouted, moving off her boyfriend's lap, already missing the warmth of his body whilst she sulked at the end of the bed.

" Spoil sport " Y/N childishly huffed, Jake chuckling, as he crawled over to her wrapping his toned arms around her waist peppering soft kisses on her neck, Y/N smiling at the loving contact.

" What are you doing? " Y/N questioned, her tender tone deepening ever so slightly, she could feel Jake's lips forming a small smile, roughing the kisses ever so slightly.

" Giving you enough kisses to last the day so you won't miss me " Jake innocently whispered into Y/N right ears, nibbling at it lightly, a dark shade of pink spread across her cheeks.

" Well you better kiss me once more " Y/N softly ordered, enjoying the extra attention, Jake happily complying to the hungered order

It was safe to say that both parties regretted the women making the choice to do an extra shift to earn a little more overtime.

from arden ── I love you all, I hope that you found this enjoyable, it is lightly edited since I'm tired! & I think this goes without saying but I mean no harm or disrespect to Jake, this was purely fictional & I own all of my edits and oneshots so please don't steal them.

[ghoultrifle]

i'm not sure if this is drabble sized but i would love to hear your thoughts on raintom mutual masturbation👉👈

hoooooo boy this is gonna be good :3 i aeon'd your phantom and transed your rain, i hope that's okay

"Just like that baby," Aeon says, his tone more encouraging than what his smirk portrays. "A bit further. I know it feels good my darling boy but we need to get you in the right position." A reassuring hand rubs gently across Rain's bicep. Aeon feels it tense as the pillow drags further over the water ghoul's dick.

"Is that right, daddy?" Rain stutters, looking down to see the carefully folded pillow wedged between his legs, wet patch staining the ocean-blue case, before looking back up at Aeon, doe-eyed.

Aeon hums, reaching out to flick Rain's clit, noticing the stain grow larger as he bucks into the pillow. "Such a whore for me, aren't you Rainy?" He's met with a fervent nod.

"Only for you daddy, make me feel so good. Need you."

"I know, baby boy, another time, hmm?" He pouts, laced with the knowledge of what they both know is coming. Rain whimpers as Aeon palms himself over his boxers, "Need you to get off now. Put on a show for me." It sounds so innocent but the embarrassment is hitting Rain like a truck, a dusky pink spreading from his cheeks down to his chest.

Rain hesitantly begins to hump the pillow, the stimulation too much and not enough all at once. He's achingly hard and can feel himself leaking with every thrust against the smooth fabric.

Opposite the water ghoul, Aeon takes himself out of his underwear and begins to stroke in time with Rain's cautious thrusts. "You know the rules, baby boy, I need to get off too," he grins, baring his teeth. "You'd better speed up, don't you think?"

Too dumb to speak, Rain watches, mouth agape as he humps the pillow with quick bunny thrusts and Aeon matches his pace.

"Good boy," Aeon says, reaching out to hold Rain's chin. "Don't even think about cumming until I say."

[the-kr8tor]

HIIIIIIIII SWEETHEART I LOVE YOUR WRITIN STYLE EVERY FANFIC I READ FELT SO NATURAL AND REAL!!! 💗💗💗 was thinkin, could you write a hobie fic how would He react to y/n dyeing their hair I just recently dyed ma hair and had this idea in the back of ma head, HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY OR NIGHT, LOVE 💗 YOU AND ADMIRE YOUR WORK💗💗💗😊😊😊

Thank you hun! You're so sweet, I'm glad you like my fics ❤️ hope you like it! Thank you for requesting!!!

Hobie Brown x gn! Reader

Mention of injury, FLUFF

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Hobie wakes up groaning, he instinctively lays his hand on your side of the bed, trying to find your warmth. He finds your pillow cold, fighting to keep his eyes open, Hobie blinks away sleep. Craning his creaking neck, he glanced at the clock– 1:00 pm.

"Ah, fuck" he moves his aching legs off the bed, the fight with mysterio last night left him worse for wear. Hobie sits on the edge of the bed, contemplating whether or not it's worth getting out of bed today.

He stretches his back, arms wide, Hobie yawns loudly enough to get your attention. He waits for your sweet voice to ask him if he's okay, but the whole flat is dead silent.

He raises his brow, "lovey?" Hobie calls out.

Hobie stands up, wobbling a bit on shaky legs. Maybe you're in the living room? He comes out of the bedroom, roaming his eyes to find your familiar form. It's the weekend, why aren't you home?

His anxiety gets the best of him, mind jumping to conclusions, they're not all good.

"Love?" He calls out again, a bit desperate this time. Hobie scratches his neck, maybe you're in the bathroom?

He heads towards the bathroom door, knocking tentatively "oi you in there?" He knocks twice, thrice, but no one answers.

Hobie wiggles the doorknob, he finds it unlocked, opening it slowly, in case you don't want to be disturbed. "You decent?" His voice echoes out in the tiled room.

Hobie's eyes widened at the red-stained tub, crimson splotches covered the once white bathtub. His heart stops, where are you? Who hurt you? Is this the work of mysterio–

A hand touches his shoulder, waking him up from his daze. His spidey senses betraying him, he slightly jumps at the contact.

"You okay, Hobie?" You ask him, slowly turning him around to face you.

He takes note of your hair in a towel, the white cloth stained pink, where it's closest to your hair. Your hand, and fingernails stained, like you've been trying to scrub it off, but gave up halfway.

He connects the dots, a sigh of relief escapes him.

"Yeah, 'm fine" Hobie tries to put his forehead against yours, but you stop him with your palm, shielding him.

"You might get it on you" you smile, apologetically.

"Right, where were you?" He pulls away, opting to hold your waist instead, Hobie rubs circles on your hips, effectively grounding him.

"I borrowed a hairdryer from the neighbor's" you show it to him, "mine fizzled out for some reason. You missed me?"

"No," he pinches your nose teasingly, you pout at his answer "I'll fix your old one for you, can I see?" Hobie tugs at the towel on your head.

You still pout at him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes, feigning sadness.

"Fine," he rolls his eyes "I missed you, now may I see your hair?"

"Only because you asked nicely" you change your pout to a smirk rather quickly.

Tugging off the towel, you let your hair breathe, the bright cherry red color a stark difference to your natural hair color.

Hobie whistles "Goddamn, look at you, lookin' like a proper punk!" He cups your jaw with both hands, moving your head from side to side. "Hmm, you missed a spot" he points out.

"What? Where?!" You rush to the mirror, trying to find the spot you didn't color in.

"Right, here" he pokes the side of your head.

When you turn to look at him, so you could ask him to show it to you, Hobie leans towards you, crashing his lips to yours, stopping you mid-turn.

You smile into the kiss, Hobie grabs a handful of your newly colored hair, ignoring that it might stain his hand so he can pull you closer, deepening the kiss. You hug his torso, stabilizing yourself as your legs wobble.

Oh, he definitely likes your new hair color.

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I definitely didn't base this when I colored my hair red, once lol. I made the description of the hair as vague as possible, hope it worked well.

Thank you for reading! Consider reblogging if you enjoyed ❤️❤️❤️

[hiimawarish]

for you, i would fall from grace

s. diluc overthinking whether he is worthy of you or not. cw. a little angst? maybe? also fluff. fem/afab reader. reader is not from mondstat, but it is never specified where she comes from. tw. mention of death (crepus). not proofread. wc. 0.9k a/n. idk what to say, i just had a thought and it ended up in this. i wrote this before i had to connect to my teaching training, so excuse any typos. credits. dividers by @/cafekitsune.

He was tainted.

The realization dawned on Diluc as slowly and certainly as the sun set every evening. He was tainted. His hands, the same hands he used to protect Mondstat from the Fatui, were stained in blood. He had always known, of course—there was not a day when he could forget that his own father’s blood had been spilled by his hands, even if he had done so out of mercy. 

What was that saying Adelinde always said when he was a child? 

Oh, right.

Hell is full of good intentions.

In any case, Diluc had never truly been the oblivious type. Not to his own faults and flaws, anyway. He was aware of his shortcomings, his mistakes. Perhaps that was what had pushed him to spend sleepless nights protecting the city. Whatever his reasoning, Diluc had always known that his actions would never wash the blood off his hands. He didn’t mind. He hadn’t minded. Not until you came along.

You came barreling into his life on an evening he remembered perfectly. If he had been any good at painting, perhaps he would have been able to replicate the crimson glow of the sunset that day. He would have been able to place each cloud perfectly in the sky, stained in shades of pink, orange, and purple. You came into his life laughing, an outlander visiting Mondstat for the first time—he had been fortunate enough not to have to leave his post at the Angel’s share, and instead spent the night refilling your drinks and snacks, listening to the stories of your travels.

Diluc had never been quite as chatty, and he had realized early that most people found him too broody and intimidating to even approach him. You did not. Whether it was the adrenaline of finally arriving at Mondstat or the dandelion wine working through your organism, you didn’t know. The only thing you knew was that you needed to speak, to ramble, and he had turned out to be a good listener.

That should have been the first sign, Diluc realized. He should have known at the moment that you would become more necessary to him than air—that he would feel an asphyxiating pain within his chest whenever you were away. He should have known, but who could have guessed that Master Diluc, the head of the Dawn Winery, the owner of Angel’s Share, would fall head over heels for a sweet thing like you?

You were sweet.

You were, in Kaeya’s words, full of joy. 

“She’s good for you”, he had said, ignoring, as usual, the glare sent his way. “You need some sunshine.” 

Sunshine. He had called you sunshine.

Diluc soon realized that, no matter how much he willed Kaeya to be wrong, he was not—you were sunshine incarnate. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear the sweetest wines he produced were all made when you were around. He might even swear that the longer you stayed, the less Fatui incidents he encountered. You were sunshine—you were his lucky charm.

But he was tainted.

He realized that as blinding as your light was, it seemed to dissolve his own darkness. The shadows that had grown within his heart melted whenever you wrapped your arms around him; your warmth trapped him in a golden cage he’d gladly stay. It dawned on him as you laid next to him in bed—your soft breathing, your chest rising and falling, one of your hands clutching the pillow, the other wrapped around his waist. 

Your hands were clean, only ever tainted by the occasional tears of frustration. He feared, sometimes, that you’d be tainted by him whenever he held you in his arms. He lived in constant terror that you would realize what he actually was, that you’d see through his mask only to realize he was far too damaged for you… That he was far too consumed in darkness for a creature of light like you. 

“Just go to sleep.”

Your voice, as if it were no more than a mermaid song, snapped him out of his musings. His amber eyes looked down at you, your frame curled up against his side. Your eyes fluttering open, just slightly, enough for you to glance at him, an amused smile on your lips. He still relished in how easy you made it seem—how contagious your smile was, pulling his into a curve without him willing his lips into it.

“I thought you were asleep,” He whispered back.

You closed your eyes, head softly nuzzling into his side. He could feel you taking a deep breath, as if trying to take all of his essence in. “How can I sleep knowing you’re overthinking again, hm?”

Harsh words whispered in the softest tone made Diluc chuckle amidst the darkness of your shared room, the vibration from his laughter resonating deep within your ribcage.

“Overthinking,” He repeated, almost musing.

You pulled on him, then, asking him quietly to close his eyes. Diluc merely smiled, allowing you to pull him wherever you wanted him, until he had transformed into a protective cocoon for you. 

Maybe you were right.

He was overthinking—even if he were nothing but a moth attracted to your flame, you would not burn him. You were too gentle a burst of sunshine to ever dream of such a thing.

And he was far too powerless against you, no matter how blood-stained his hands were.

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©2023 hiimawarish do not translate, repost, copy, modify

[maggie-margret-blog]

The Affairs of High Society

Royalty AU x Ateez

“What’s the problem with finding her so attractive? It’s unlike you to be so… so frail of mind.” Hongjoong, the second son of his family, sat back leisurely, head rested on a white, satin pillow case. His nose bridge reached high, carrying thought after thought to his pekined lips, red and pinkish in hue. The young lord had been hiding out in the rests of his befriended and dear Jeong Yunho. The first of sons in his family and heir to the clan head. Yunho was a tall, brooding figure, his image completed with a handsome mug and voice toned as a harp.

“It’s not that I’m frail of mind, Hongjoong, I’m simply cautious.” Yunho explains his inner workings as he paces, plank after plank of cherry wood shredding beneath his leather-souled boots.

“That’s rich-“ Hongjoong chortles, “I’ve never known you to be of that mind. Cautious is simply not a word you know. The Jeong Yunho I know, and have known for years, takes what he likes when he likes, no time for thoughts of else.”

“I’m afraid that man you speak of so fondly has abruptly began to mature. I haven’t the slightest notion as to how, but her presence is enough to gear me different.” Yunho’s voice, silken and deep, tickled the man’s ear, a smirk of knowing on his similarly sharp profile.

“You have a crush.”

“Hongjoong- I do not have a “crush” alright? I’m simply…. Inclined towards her, for one reason or the other!” Yunho ‘tsk’s at such a blunt statement, adding childish implication to his feelings towards the woman in question. “Reasons one and two-“ Hongjoong places hands over his chest area, falsely weighting them with perverted intent. The older chuckles as the younger’s expression sours to one of distaste. “How vulgar. I’m a man I know, but still. Have some decency.” Yunho scolded, chucking the nearest thing on his dresser at the reclined male. “If I needed decency I would have learned it years ago. I have no chance at being my clan’s head.” He sighs with burden, the truth of the words stinging his throat slightly. His older brother was well mannered and respectful whilst he withered with ill-attentiveness and spite.

“But you’re still my friend, and I want the best for you. So learn how to control yourself.” Yunho spits, pulling up his sleeves as he continues to pace. “There’s nothing wrong with admiring a woman’s chest. It’s a beautiful thing.” Hongjoong says loosely. He didn’t have much care for who heard him speak of these things. He was amongst his best company.

Yunho sighs heavily and rocks backward on his heels. He wasn’t wrong. Yunho had caught himself admiring her well endowed figure on more than one occasion. She was plump, rosie, sweet. He imagined her lips would taste like a strawberry cordial after a long day in the sun. He could visualize how she’d greet him when he came through the door, or how she’d look next to him in her slip. His cheeks burned red with the thought, but he couldn’t resist. All of the ideas of how she’d be, hands tangled in his set hair, her pink stained nails scratching at his back. Yunho had to calm himself before meeting Hongjoong’s informed gaze.

He knew what the clan head was thinking. “You’re as uncouth as I, Yunho.” The older poked, sitting up from his reclined state, smoothing his hair back with a delicate hand.

“Yes but there’s a difference between inside filth and outside filth. You should study that.” Yunho shot back, encasing his features in his large hand, concealing his blush from the other.

“Filth is the spice of life, my friend.” Hongjoong retorted.

“And what about you? Hm? Is that “spice-of-life filth” the same with the eldest son of the Park clan? Is he someone you can disclose these thoughts to?” Yunho began, salting a wound of Hongjoong’s. The older snaps up immediately, eyes darting from his friend and back down to the bed spread.

“That is completely different. I don’t wish to be teased about such things.” He holds his ground, though he shrinks back a bit. Hongjoong regretted telling Yunho of his debauched sexcapades involving the first Lord of the Park clan. Those were stories he’d take with him to his grave, though shared with his best friend in the midst. He’d never want to taint both his and Seonghwa’s reputation in their localized society.

“Well, don’t tease me then.” Yunho spat, expression changing to one of lorn.

“Forgive me, I’m sorry.” Hongjoong said softly, offering the taller a smile. “I forgive you.” Yunho replied, a sneaky smile creeping onto his stone profile. “Besides, you’ll be seeing him tonight won’t you?” Yunho questions as he takes a step towards the exterior window, eyes sweeping over the extensive lawn, daisied with ornamental shrubbery and fountains. Outside, his mother held tight to a leash, tethered to a large yellow lab. His mother was and always had been a controversial subject amongst hierarchy; she demanded she do her own bidding, take care of her own children and sleep with her own husband. Yunho adored her for that.

“Well everyone will be seeing everyone tonight. But my attendance will be for naught if he doesn’t notice.” Hongjoong confessed, joining his towering friend at the window, eyes gracing the same sights at Yunho’s.

“And you’ll see her. In all her wondrous, womanly beauty.”

Yunho nods gently, the statement ringing true. He would be seeing that woman tonight, gowned and made up for the public. Jealousy concerning every man In her vicinity boiled in Yunho’s system. He was possessive. He was greedy and selfish. Though he had yet to tell her how he was feeling, he felt owed her company. The awareness of the truth of the matter, that she owed him nothing but a fair trial, made it harder for the poor, lovesick man. The taller man was aware of his unjust entitlement to her conversation, yet he couldn’t help himself.

Hongjoong, adjacently, tangled his fingers in knots as his stomach followed suit. The young lord was a standing guest. A guest of honor if he truly thought of it. The party was a celebration of Seonghwa’s ascension to Clan head and his family’s salvation. Lord Seonghwa’s father had been a strict head, leaving much to natural selection, while sparing nothing in his own home. After he had passed in the previous months, the clan rejoiced as they determined Seonghwa as leader. The next generation would be salted and preserved with compassion through the new clan head. Youth could breathe as long as Lord Seonghwa sat at the crown of the table.

As strict as the previous head was, Seonghwa loved dearly to laugh.

“I don’t know if I will approach him on his day. I wouldn’t want him to become anything for ridicule.” Hongjoong said softly, raking his hand through his dark hair.

“Who’s to ridicule a friendly greeting? Certainly no one of importance-“ Yunho jested.

“These people have a nose for scandal, Yunho. You know that as well as I. No one is spared when it’s in the name of gossip. Seonghwa doesn’t deserve to be spoken ill of. I’ve already staked my claim and I stand by it. But, he hasn’t.” Hongjoong crossed his arms over his coated chest, the decorative gold-work on his vest tearing painfully into his wrist, but he made no move to eliminate the pain. He wasn’t one for the end of self discipline, more so in the direction of punishment than to the betterment of himself. A sword thrust into his side would be pulled with great procrastination, the blood being a reminder to his weakness. How dare he let himself bleed.

“You doom yourself. Narratively or not, my friend, you close your being in as small a box as possible. I dread your inner monologue concerning yourself and your misfortune of birth.” The taller of the two men exhaled in exasperation, ripping his gaze from the woman who raised him and facing the door of his bedroom.

“Am I not allowed woes? Am I not deserving?” Hongjoong questioned, eyes lingering over the woman still holding the leash betwixt her dainty fingers. Hongjoong had watched her closely in his years of friendship with her son. She was strong but delicate. Determined but soft spoken and wise. He would almost prefer her direction over that of a man.

He whispers to himself in hush, “if only I had been a daughter.”

Yunho’s ears, sharp as they were, disregarded his grumbles.

Hongjoong didn’t wish himself a woman, but envied the nature in which they grew. He wished that once his parents found out he was another son, that he would be placed in the family as a prize like his sisters had been. He had been bred for conversation and den talk, whilst being prepared in no special manners. His brother had been doted on and his sisters had been groomed into marriage material for future suitors. Hongjoong had been taken along on business, but pushed aside as an after thought because of his birth order. His brother sat at the head of the table with his father and mother, while he sat between his middle and youngest sisters. He hadn’t been raised like the others, but tolerated into adulthood, where he wore the blight of his family on his chest like a brooch.

The black sheep, the drunk, the one who flirts with women and plays in gambling dens with common people. He’d be true to those names in time, but found himself surrounded by people who tried steering him otherwise. Example, Jeong Yunho. Example, Park Seonghwa. Among others who found his misfortune belittled and enjoyed him anyways. San and Jongho of Choi clan; Yeosang of Kang clan; Mingi of Song clan; Wooyoung of Jung clan. His friends outnumbered his troubles in many senses, all fun loving, exuberant fellows. In a way he was similar to Jongho, being in second place and to San. But he was his cousin and would have the chance to head his own syndicate of the Choi clan at anytime. Mingi would succeed his father, and soon. Wooyoung would succeed his mother, flipping their matriarchal family into one of patriarchal society for the first time in three generations.

“You are more than deserving my friend.” Yunho says fondly, taking long strides towards the wooden door, clasping the knob in his large hand and freeing himself from the confines of his room.

“Hongjoong hummed lightly in acknowledgment, yet barring any attempt of following his counterpart. He would stay in Yunho’s room alone, until it was necessary he leave. Then, he’d hightail home to ready himself for the celebration.

————

“Oh brother you missed it!”

“Oh he was so handsome! I could’ve died. I could’ve have died where I stood!”

A rush of giggling, blushing girls met Hongjoong at the door, eyes sparkling with excitement and lips curled in hopeful anticipation.

“My my, what could I have possibly missed that got you this excited?” Hongjoong couldn’t help but laugh as he disregarded his coat and hat to the maid, bowing his head to her out of respect. She had a hand in raising him from infancy and he appreciated her as much. “Welcome home my Lord.” She curtsied smally and took his things.

“Thank you-“ he chimed before turning his attention back to his little sisters. “Now who was so handsome that even I’d pain to miss him?” He teased, running a hand through the youngest’s curls. She was nearing her teenage years and desperately wanted to be included in her older sibling’s conversations.

The oldest began, “Lord Park Seonghwa was here! In the flesh I could barely believe it brother! He was so handsome!”

“The Lord?” Hongjoong answers, this time with more seriousness in his tone. His sisters had been right; he should’ve been there. “What was he doing here?”

“Oh, well he said he was looking for you. He had sent a messenger in his stead a few hours before, but since you weren’t here, he came in person.” The oldest divulged, hands clasped at her front and eyes turned up in an innocent smile.

“Papa asked him if he had come to stake claim in me before he took his position as the head of the Park clan. But, he regretfully declined.” She said with a somber, yet sweet grin.

Hongjoong could barely focus on any of the words spoken to him.

Seonghwa? Came to his estate? On the day of his succession?

“Uh-“ He said sheepishly, eyes finally meeting those to his sisters. “Well good thing! I can’t have just any clan head making off with my sister. Besides he’ll have to fight me first.”

He iterated, though not in jest. He’d have a hard time letting his young sisters go, to any man. He saw them as precious, pure beings. Ones who loved him regardless of others.

The middle girl stayed quiet, but still engaged. “What’s wrong my dear? Was he not handsome enough for you?” He teased, tapping her chin lightly as he walked past, making his way to the sitting room.

“Not like Lord Choi San, am I right Ami?” The oldest of the girls poked fun as she joined her brother on the sofa. Ami was visibly embarrassed by her statement, standing shyly in place after the accusation.

“Oh? Do you fancy San?” Hongjoong sat back into the down-stuffed cushions, finally letting his body rest.

“Yes she does Hongjoong! I’ve seen how they look at each other at parties. She’s absolutely sick over him. She’ll be on one end of the line, while he’s at the other and she’ll still be blushing.”

Ami reels backwards, turning to face the tapestry coated wall. She didn’t want her brother to think ill of her for her obvious feelings towards his friend. In these circumstances, though, she could barely help herself. Her mind played the images of the things they had already undertaken in secrecy.

Ami also didn’t want San to have Hongjoong’s anger against him. If he had known of how “intimate” the pair had already been, she was positive their friendship would spoil.

The dances weren’t the only times Ami had blushed so profusely due to San’s presence. She could recall a time her body was beat red under his tantric gaze, muscled arms holding her frame in place as he drove into her from behind like a wild dog. Her thoughts led her towards dark skies, looming and storming over her shy, quaint exterior. Though her lips may never admit, may never confess to their inside affair, Ami would hold the memories close to her.

She had spent her life in the shadow of her older sister. Lively and inviting as she was.

The eldest daughter was popular with men and ultimately was seen as the catch of the family. Ami, shy and reserved, had only been approached by one man in her span, Choi San.

In her 20 years Ami had come to accept her fate as the second daughter, homely when set next to her sister, and so soft spoken her brother claimed he needed a horn to hear her. She’d known that her sister was the magnet, the driving force. So, when the Lord San had asked for her hand in a dance, she was more than visibly shocked.

“It’s not uncommon. I know most women swoon when he’s there. I’ve heard countless stories about women who have gone after him-“ Hongjoong began as he observed Ami’s questionable behavior. She was shy, he knew that much, but she was also an adult who could handle herself for the most part. He wouldn’t concern himself with her girlish whimsies until they were threatened by an outer source.

“Stop teasing her, she’s only fancying him.” Hongjoong says quietly, only for the eldest sister to hear. As close as he was with the eldest sister, he placed an appending preciousness on the middle sister due to her demure nature.

“Oh come now Hongjoong, she can handle herself.” She retorted as her lips curled into a fleeting grin. She too adored her little sister, timid in image and expression shy to most. Those closest to her knew her of a more giggly adaptation. Her smile was sweet and bright while her dark curls softened her small, rounded face. Any attempt of corruption would certainly be stifled by her pure appearance.

Ami would have agreed with her sister’s thought, had it not been for Lord Choi San.

She took in a soothing breath, excusing herself from the clustered room, and proceeds sheepishly toward her upstairs room. Ami’s chest burns with the looming shame of her actions as her fingers grapple with the chartreuse fabric of her layered skirts.

“Ami- mhm, pardon me- Lady Ami,”

A voice known well by the aforementioned called after her. Lord Song Mingi.

She was sure Mingi had been greeted at the gate, reasons being for Hongjoong, and not just that he had barged in the home.

“Lord Mingi-“ she says softly, bowing her head respectfully towards the man, hands falling to her front in a ladylike lock.

The young Lord smiles, a trait he was recognized for, flashing his asymmetrical teeth.

“Ami- how lovely to see you. It’s been so long.” Mingi’s voice was deep and crawled slowly. Ami wouldn’t deny the gentleman his looks; a masculine brow bone, strong nose, and high cheeks. His eyes sat flatly in his features, though still tempting.

Ami took a step forward, eyes still wandering the lordship’s face.

“2 years, my lord. When I was turning 18 in Goreya.” He hums fondly of girl, mind replaying the happenings. He remembered nothing of the night apart from the sirenic beauty of her and boiling drunk in the corner of Hongjoong’s bed chamber. His smile deepened, nodding smally and sighing awkwardly in the silence. It’s as if he had forgotten to reply.

“Ah yes- I brought San with me!” Mingi said abruptly as his trance is broken, hunting eyes shifting towards the entrance.

Ami’s stomach dropped at the statement as a cold sweat broke on the nape of her neck.

The man’s shapely silhouette hung tightly in the foyer, conversation engaged with her father. She heaved a sigh as she began to turn towards the stairwell in hopes they wouldn’t notice her attempted escape.

“San! Look who it is. Miss Ami.” Mingi exclaimed, calling his accomplice over with the wave of his hand. She watches her father nod his head slightly towards the man and stepping backward as if to give him permission.

“Ami-“ San’s voice floods her senses, rushing in as if a dam had broken and things had returned to their natural state. San. Choi San.

“Lord San-“ she says with a strained voice, eyes unable to focus on any one thing.

“Ami-“ He says again, this time burdened with something comfortable but hidden. San’s walk was airy and light, heel to toe, heel to toe, heel to toe. His shoulders were attentively broad and his waist was tantalizingly thin, all the more compelling to look at for every young woman this side of the country. Sat atop his muscular build was his blemishless neck, carved from marble by an artist of heavenly skill. The taught tendons lined the neck well while his protruding adam’s apple bobbed with each word. He was a masterpiece, really. One that Ami could hardly turn from. If his portrait had been hung in a gallery for all to gander, she’d be the last in the room to leave, looking him over, the brush strokes and textured patches that added depth and warmth to his already ethereal beauty.

San kept his breathing in check as he approached the two, quicker than previously intended. The man’s heart was pacing atrociously. She was in front of him. Her.

“What business do you have here? Of course we’re always happy to have you.” Ami begins, straightening her back and shoulders to appear trained and confident, though her stomach toiled and turned. “Your father-“ Mingi was forever smiling. “To speak with your father-“

San interrupts, eyes falling to Ami’s skirt covered feet. He smirked unconsciously; black and blue slippers, embroidered in some floral pattern. The Kim clan was one to flaunt wealth even in the confines of their own estate.

Ami can feel San’s intense emotions as they exude from his pores, staunch and ripely confident. She’d been close enough to Lord Choi San and his dominant scent to tell when they shared that certain feeling.

“Mingi,” The lord spoke quickly, head swiveling to meet the other man’s eyes. “You go find Hongjoong and have your talk. I want to take a walk on the property. I haven’t been around it in several years.” His expression was one of urgency, filtered only by his calm, soothing tone.

“Are you sure? I thought maybe you’d enjoy sitting in on our-“

“No- I’m really fine. I’ll take a walk.”

The hall seemed to close in on the very two of them, shrinking as Mingi nodded with understanding and waved them ado.

San stepped silently towards Ami as his presence grew thicker, harder to digest.

“Will you accompany me, Lady Ami?”

She inhales slightly, a knot forming in her throat as she nods once, then twice. She would be happy to, in fact she was ecstatic. The thought of any time alone with the lord made her giddy with anticipation. Her spine tingled from the excitement while she tried her best not to let her emotions wear her face.

San grins slyly, holding out an arm as a silent invitation and she takes it with little to no hesitation. The blush was a secondary concern as they began walking and San leans to whisper in the girl’s ear.

“Where will we be free from interruption?”

His voice is low and silken like the comforter on Ami’s bed.

She swallows faintly, her eyes lowering to the man’s arm holding hers.

“If anyone catches us upstairs I fear we’d be berated.” She expressed. He nods and hums softly.

“Any place else you can think of. I miss you Ami-“ San says quietly but in ernest.

His body temperature leveled higher than nature had intended each time he saw the woman. Her soft exterior and doe eyes made him stir in every way possible. Nights were hellish for the man as thoughts of her swayed to and fro in his mind. Memories and reenactments of their time together bullied him so. His cheeks flared red, hand furiously gripping and pulling at his hardened cock, the feeling almost a ghost of the woman he desired. Though San would never admit to those actions, too vile to mention to the lady, he would desire her just the same. Ami restricted around his arm tighter, pulling the appendage closer to her breast. “We have a barn loft,” she whispers. His eyes sweep over her in a stream of lust. “That’s perfect.”

—————

The wind whipped violently outside the slats of barn wood, sending a chill up Ami’s spine as San’s hand gripped her’s gently, all the while the other hand tactfully untied her undergarment. “San-“ she says quietly, voice carried on a single, shaky breath. His fingers pulled the fabric down to the girl’s ankles and tenderly shimmied the cloth around her feet, laying in the pile of straw to their left. Whatever chilly weather was haunting the outdoors barely reached them where they lay. San’s lips impressioned down Ami’s leg, leading to her thigh, littering the milken skin with purple and red blotches to be admired. His hands touched her as if he were breaking the stillness of a calm, slow going lake. San was gentle with his touch while driven mad with just.

Lips followed finger as he made his way upwards still, finally brushing the soft outer gates of her entrance. He sighs hotly against her, leaving a kiss on her shell. San stalled momentarily as his eyes flickered upward to observe Ami’s expression, one of relief and pleasure. She was heavenly to him; her body was a perfect culmination of everything he held dear and precious. Her sweetness only added to how much he reveled in her pleasure. Ami. Ami. Ami. His mind would reel with her name over and over and over and over and over, until he was a shell of a man, leaving the only thing desired to be Kim Ami.

His tongue moved languidly over the plush heat, lapping at the coated, pink walls dripping in something sweet that San couldn’t resist. His primal urges kicked into overdrive each and every time he pressed his face to her steaming mecca. His pointed nose rested on the mound of her folds, nuzzling adoringly at her softness and scent. San had fiend like a madman over her taste in the past, licking his lips to taste her longer as he pleasured himself. But now it was real. Her soft moans and the delicate fingers gripping at his black hair.

The man consumed the flow of whatever came to him as his hands wandered down her body, grabbing at the softness of her figure. The rough pads of his thumbs caressed over her exposed breasts, toying lightly with the pinkish areola causing the skin to prune under his fingerprints. He loved the feeling. Ami couldn’t deny her enjoyment either. Her body writhed with pleasure as San’s mouth teased and prodded at her entrance. The tip of his tongue swiped inside, collecting whatever arousal had pooled. Low grumbles emitted from between her legs as San satisfied himself as well, a veined hand now shoved inside the front of his trousers.

The grips and grabs on her hips and thighs tightened as San became impatient. He wanted to be inside her desperately.

Ami called his name softly as not to alert any outsiders to their activities. She didn’t know what she would do with herself if anyone knew of their illicit relationship, hidden behind a shroud of acquaintance. She would just die if anyone knew of how he pulsed through her like a rush of adrenaline, or how his body ached for nothing more than to collide with her’s in messy meshes and wet, unsavory title waves.

San pulled away from her aching core, eyes half-lidded and heavy with need. “My turn-“ he says lowly. Ami nods anxiously as the man rises to his knees, unbuckling his trousers, face still slick with her excitement. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, savoring her taste made especially for him. The stiffened member peaks out as soon as San drops the clothing and places a hand over the shaft, fisting the length of it a few times over.

Ami’s eyes reluctantly tear from San’s actions, only to be met with the equally sinful sight of him in ecstasy, eyes lazily taking in the image of her body, his free hand unbuttoning his shirt to expose what Ami knew to be the peak male physique.

With a deep breath and a swift movement, San hovered over the woman, lips pressed harshly against her ear.

“Get on top.”

——-

Mingi’s heart dropped the moment his eyes met the man’s. His nerves were those that he wore so evidently on his face, confirmed with how easy we was to cry in hard situations. All knew of Lord Song’s tender heart, but scorned him not, instead joining in his shareable emotion. This was something that held him so highly in his clan. He had evidence of emotional intelligence beyond most of his sex.

So, when he stepped to Clan Leader Kim with a proposition of marriage for his eldest daughter, the suspense of his answer toiled within him. He had known Lady Yeri since childhood and regarded her highly in all areas. Intelligence, looks, grace. All that mattered to him in his search for the woman to lead the Song Clan with him. A woman to be by his side, and a woman to love. Mingi was aware of other former clan leaders sharing in multiple wives, but he rejected the idea. He wanted one wife. He wanted Kim Yeri.

“You want to marry my daughter, Mingi?” The clan leader asked for clarification as he sat back in cushioned study chair. Mingi looked up from his deep bow, knees now burdened with pain from kneeling on the ground for so long. “Yes, clan leader, I do.” He replied, hands folding in his lap while a cloud of unsureness encased the room. “Which one?” The older man questioned with a hearty laugh; one that pushed the man’s eyes upwards just like Hongjoong’s Mingi noticed. Mingi’s face reddens. He hadn’t specified which one, had he?

“I would- Pardon me, Sir. I would like to ask for Lady Yeri’s hand in marriage.” Mingi chokes through his embarrassment, shifting in his position. He was more so uncomfortable to think that the clan leader possibly considered that he would be interested in marrying his youngest daughter, a 12-year-old girl. Mingi would rather die than be viewed as that sort of man.

“My Yeri? She’s an interesting girl.” The leader said bluntly, though through a grin. He looked upon his oldest daughter in a different light, one of adoration and affection. His love for his baby girl was incomparable, so he wasn’t lunging at this proposal. Mingi was of good standing and he was handsome, something to consider for his decision.

“She is.” Mingi agreed with a look of admiration.

The older man tucked back into the chair a little further with a quizzical furrow of his brow. His weathered, weary hands stroked lightly at his chin, as few whiskers as there was. Paints of blue and yellow littered the man’s skin due to his still working body. He jutted his bottom lip slightly, tilting to the right to readjust and crossed one leg over the other.

“Mingi, tell me-“ he began, gripping his smoking pipe from the side table and stuffing the bowl with a sweet tobacco.

“Yes sir,” Mingi replied, eyes large in anticipation. The elder struck a match, puffing at the pipe and setting the contents ablaze. Mingi watched as it embered out, now a steady steam of smoke.

“You like Yeri, truly? Do you think she likes you?”

“Well I- I do like her truly, very very much. I like her a lot. But, I’m not sure how Lady Yeri feels about me, sir. I’ve only tried to court her in the last month.” Mingi admitted. His heart was racing at the question and was beginning to feel the weight of his proposal. Did she like him? At all?

“If you think Lady Yeri will have you, then you have my blessing.” The clan leader took in a long drag of his pipe to hide the growing smile on his face. The idea was exciting to him, finally realizing his little girl was a sought after young woman. It burned him slightly to fight another man for her care, but it did truly make him happy.

“Thank you- thank you so much sir!” Mingi grappled at the leader’s feet, thanking him relentlessly. He was breathless and more than happy to accept the challenge of winning Yeri’s affection if he didn’t already have it. “Thank you-“ he heaved.

“Okay Mingi. Get up, you’re embarrassing yourself.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Mingi said softly as he detached his hands from the man’s foot, sitting up from the ground and smoothed out his clothing.

“If you want her, then go ask her.” The older instructed as he looked away from the younger man.

“Yes sir. Thank you sir.” Mingi couldn’t help his giddiness as he raised from the wooden floor and turned to the door, ready to fly to wherever Yeri might be. He wanted more her more than anything.

The man flew through the door of the study, hand firm on the family ring in his breast pocket. He had brought it for motivation, and more so as a physical beacon of his claim. He wanted to take Yeri as his wife as soon as possible.

The clan leader watches as Mingi scuffles inelegantly from his sight, tripping over Lord knows what and grinning to himself like a self-proud child. He wasn’t sure if Yeri would approve of the lad as eclectic and exuberant as he was. The man had never been the picture of grace and dignity but he was kind, and the Clan leader was sure he would provide for his oldest daughter. His body relaxed into his seat. It was his greatest wish, to have his daughters cared for and valued. One thing the Kim Clan stood for was the ability of woman and the influence they held over society. It may have been a man’s world, but Clan Leader Kim wouldn’t have dreamt of it without his women.

So he prayed Yeri would accept Mingi’s proposal outright. He prayed they would be happy. He prayed for swift reproduction and many grandchildren. He prayed for-

“No.”

The clan leader cringed as he heard a stern disagreement.

“Yeri, wait!” He heard Mingi and then racing foot steps in some odd direction.

“No, Mingi! I will not marry you!”

‘Oh hell,’ the man thought with an exhausted sigh. The halls were filled with the sounds of sobbing and bickering as Mingi did his best to try and convince Yeri that their union would mean great things. She could have whatever she pleased, she could do whatever she desired. He wouldn’t hold her back in the slightest; he just wanted her to be his wife. Yeri couldn’t hold herself back from the inevitable tears after frustration. She didn’t want to marry this man, and was stunned he would ask this of her. Yeri had known Mingi since she was a child, young and impressionable. She hadn’t been aware of his romantic feelings for her and the sudden knowledge felt like a darkening streak on their relationship thus far. Had he always seen her as someone to pursue? Yeri felt preyed upon.

“My dear-my dear Lady Yeri, please. Why not? Bestow me that much.” Mingi begged as he grabbed her hand, stopping the woman from moving any further. He pressed the smaller hand to his lips in a desperate gesture of unrequited affection. His eyes pleaded, wet with confusion and anticipation. He hadn’t suspected she’d act out like so, violently and irrationally. He knew she didn’t have to say yes, but it seemed like such a great deal of a reaction. The yelling, the running, the crying.

“Mingi please, let go!” Yeri cried as she yanked her hand but failed. He held it tightly, mulling over her rejection. “No, not until you tell me why!”

“I don’t owe you anything Song Mingi! Now let go.” Her voice lowers and settles in a deep, calmer tone. She was serious and the man could tell. Mingi slowly unclamped her hand, letting it fall from his grasp and watched it retract to her chest. Yeri heaved in deep breaths of sure panic. “No, no you’re right I’m sorry. You don’t owe me anything. Not your hand, not your love, and not your kindness. Forgive me Lady Yeri.” He bit back the sting in his voice, his tongue cramping under the pressure of bayed tears. Never had he been so brutally cast aside.

——-

Hongjoong added one last piece to his ensemble. A ring detailing the family crest in ornate black and silver. Though he knew his standing in the familial home, he’d never deny his name.

The celebration was set to begin in just two hours, his stomach curled and toiled at the thought. Seeing Lord Seonghwa is his beautiful glory. He could imagine the dark, lengthy curls that bordered his slender, sharp features. The idea of Seonghwa in his natural state sent a shiver up Hongjoong’s spine. Seonghwa was a mystical form, one of great seduction and yet elegance of the highest and most powerful degree. He held himself like a storybook prince and spoke as so. His tongue was sharp but lingering and his tone was pure poison to hear. Hongjoong couldn’t imagine how many people the man had seduced with his voice alone.

He had captured him, that was for certain.

Hongjoong shook the thought from his head as he took one last look in the mirror before exiting the room. His head was still brimming with theories and concepts concerning the leader-to-be, but were abruptly replaced with questions as he spotted Lord Choi San in the corridor.

Not only was San there, but his dear Ami was on his arm.

“Lord San, Ami.” He spoke after a moment of silence, observing their behavior for a minute or two. They were close, smiling and roughed up a bit. “Brother!” Ami responded in surprise as she removed herself from San’s side, much to his dismay. “Hongjoong-“ San followed in their confusion.

“Good lord Ami you look horrible!” The eldest spat as he noticed the smudged lip matte, the straw still lodged in her hair and the loose appearance of her dress. He swallowed heavily, mind running wild with accusation after accusation. “What happened?”

Ami’s brain stilled as soon as she saw her brother as frazzled as he was over her appearance. What would she say? Would she tell him the truth? She’d be forced to wed Lord San to cover up their illicit affair if that be the case. She wouldn’t dare tell her older brother what was happening. She could die! She could just die-

“You see I was taking a walk about the property and I happened to see Lady Ami in the barn. She had been climbing the loft ladder to retrieve a kitten.” San began, silencing the chaos in Ami’s head.

“Right! And- and my foot slipped. I would’ve plummeted quite a distance if Lord San hadn’t been there to break my fall. I must thank him incredulously for his service.” Her voice steadied as the lie progressed, turning to face San with an innocent smile. “Thank you for saving me.”

San’s expression turned to one of delight as he dipped in an acute bow. “You’re welcome my lady.”

Hongjoong eyed the couple unsurely before finally settling. His lips curved upwards into a smile, a fleck of praise on his lips. “Thank you San. I’m grateful you were there for my little sister.”

The man bowed deeply towards the elder, “Of course, Hongjoong.”

————-

Hongjoong sat opposite of Yunho in the bustling, gravel-beaten carriage. The roads were muddy from the earlier weather but it hadn’t deterred any attendees from the what’s was to be the biggest party of the year. The night in which all the clans put aside whatever differences they may have to celebrate the coming forth of a new generation. Park Seonghwa’s accession to the head of Park Clan was something all had been anticipating and now that it was happening, none would miss the opportunity to witness it. The Park Clan was the largest of the 7, bearing most of the land as well as wealth. They shouldered the country’s welfare, but cared for their members as much as they did their own families. The rise of the newest, and youngest, leader was upon them. Contemplations of his strength or ability were kept to a minimum in the circle of elites that truly knew the young lord. He was capable of most anything and with his approaching status, he would quench any criticism that may have befallen him.

Park Seonghwa was a man of effeminate beauty that was known well amongst the clans. It was his first power- his weapon. His looks were striking. If anyone had seen the lord for the first time, they may have mistaken him for one of the Park’s reputable, sought after escorts. His dark, luscious hair brushed closely with his broad shoulders, connecting deliberately to his delicately tapered waistline and long, slender legs. It was easy to understand why Lord Hongjoong had fallen so desperately in love with the man. His affections ran red on the ground from intensity. Thoughts of lord Seonghwa swirled in tantalizing sequences around lord Kim’s guttered mind. The addictive sound of Seonghwa’s pleasure- the lustful gleam in his eyes each time his head was harshly pinned to the bed, sheets held in his teeth as to muffle his noises and moans. Recalling the brunette’s skin sheened over in perspiration was a task handled poorly by lord Kim. His hands fidgeted with the fabric of his overcoat as means of distraction.

The two man hadn’t been entangled for months and yet Hongjoong would fly to where he was in a second’s notice. Given the chance, Hongjoong would be knelt down before the man, fingers encasing his foot as a sign of respect and infatuation. Hongjoong would allow himself the surrender as his mouth left brazen kisses to Seonghwa’s feet, running up his strong legs. He would show him his pale, soft underbelly, expecting nothing in return. He would lay himself down for Seonghwa’s passing gaze.

Yunho observed the telling expression on his older company’s face. He was lost in his thoughts. In his own world of nothing but the lord Seonghwa and their expansive memories.

“Hongjoong,” Yunho began, voice low as not to attract the reign bearer’s attention even though he was far enough out of ear shot.

“Hm?” The older hummed quietly in acknowledgment. His eyes still never met his friend’s.

“All is well my friend. This isn’t unlike any other event.”

“I know that. But my heart still beats as if I’m racing.”Hongjoong settles into the plush of the carriage bench. He crossed one booted foot over the other, finger hooking under his chin as his as turned back to his friend. “Don’t be so quick to dismiss yourself, Hongjoong.” Yunho hummed lowly as they pulled into the lane, so densely polluted with other hierarchies and lords. Each and every one of them stood straight, hair set, eyes forwards, legs marching strongly towards the gates. A few servants stood watching and greeting as people filed into the hall, waiting his arrival. As his feet graced the pea gravel,Hongjoong could see him. He could sense him in a way. He could spot his expression from the upstairs window; the one he was sure was Seonghwa’s bed chamber, his eyes laying over the rush of comrades and well wishers. Through it all, Seonghwa was waiting to spot the certain young lord. He didn’t want to miss him in the slightest. He wanted to be there from the minute Hongjoong set foot in his estate. His mind had been consumed by memories and past statements between the two, eyes welling up each time he remembered their last meeting.

Seonghwa stepped back from the window, clutching his ascot to his chest as his heart slowed to an incomplete still. He missed Hongjoong, but he would have to deal with that later. There were other things that required his attention. “I’m ready.” Seonghwa says as he opens the heavy oaken door to his bed chamber, alerting his former wet nurse of his status. She looked him over with a wash of pride. Her stomach sank as she recounted how the time has flown since her lord Seonghwa was just a babe, suckling from her bossom. Now, he was an upstanding man, tall and handsome; and ready to take his rightful place at the head of his table. “You’re sure?” She takes his arm and follows the man down the hallway towards the grand staircase, both of them halting momentarily before they made their entrance. She would go ahead of him, taking her stand with the rest of the servants.

“I’m sure.” He assures her, trying to calm his own nerves in the process. He searched her eyes for any reasons to cling to his childhood, a sense of connection or at least one last plea from her lips for him to stay little. He wanted someone to miss his boyhood as much as he would; he wanted someone to hold on to it so he wouldn’t suffer in the shadow of it all on his own. The weight of age and the crushing pain of growth has been hanging tightly to him by his throat since his father had died, but he gulped back tears like a man would. He was facing his mother. He was facing his brothers and his clan beyond them. He faced his future.

Park Seonghwa faced Kim Hongjoong most importantly to him. As was proof, he was a leader placed perfectly at the top of his clan. He hoped Hongjoong would take his presence more seriously, and with more acceptance.

“Go and guide us all, dear.” His nurse says hushed as she stands over tiptoes and planted an encouraging kiss to his cheek. She takes his hands in her own and mulls over the size. He has grown well, and that’s all she could ask. He nods earnestly proceeding to let her go, watching her descend the staircase and take her place. Next was his turn, but this one was the descent of change. With a deep breath, Seonghwa stepped solo to his pre-rehearsed marker. “Ready?” A man signaled towards the young lord. He nodded with a deep, calming breath. This was it. This was everything.

“May I have the honor of presenting the forthcoming head of the illustrious Park Clan-“ A man vocalized, pushing Seonghwa’s fear to his feet. He looks to both his sides, taking in hand the symbolic relicts of their clan. A sword, symbol of peace through victory. A ruby ring, a symbol of tranquility through bloodline. His lip quivers slightly as the ring is placed on his finger; the very same one his father, and his father before him wore in their years reigning. He hoped, he prayed to be as good as they were, and that they would be guiding him from the world above.

“Park Seonghwa- Clan Leader.” The same man expressed as applause erupted from the audience all transfixed on Seonghwa as he stepped cautiously down the steps, facing his new family head on, hands gripped tightly, ring pushing into his palm. The swords bore heavy in his grasp, but no matter. He was struck by sudden empowerment seeing the faces of those there for him. They all came to see him succeed. They saw him through to his height. The sentiment truly touched him, tenderly brushing his cheeks with a smile and softly kissing at his heart. “For me?” Seonghwa whispered to himself. For him. Yes. Over the sea of excitement, he spots him. Kim Hongjoong. As beautiful as always.

After several rounds of congratulatory speeches and toasts, most everyone was dancing in drunken laughter. Seonghwa kept busy socializing with his clan, nursing a strong, sweet cocktail he had loved since his teenage years. It had become an iconic drink in the clan, known as Seonghwa’s Sangria and most of the clan had indulged in its flavor since.

“Well well well, if it isn’t,” Yunho begins as he bows clumsily before Seonghwa. “The clan leader.”

“It sure as hell is. Put some respect on my name now, Yunho!” Seonghwa laughs as he sends a teasing kick into Yunho’s backside. The men chuckle, chasing after each other for a moment before Seonghwa clears his throat in embarrassment. “C’mon Yunho. I’m a leader now. I can’t beat your ass like I used to.”

“Oh forgive me your highness.” Yunho sighs accompanied by a small smile.

“Are you switching up on us Seonghwa? Now that you’re the clan leader?”

Seonghwa stills, stomach dropping slightly at the sound of his voice. “No, Hongjoong. I’m simply trying to keep up my arbitrary reputation.” He turned to face the shorter, eyes finally meeting after months. Hongjoong. Oh Hongjoong.

Seonghwa wanted nothing more than to grab the man’s waist and pull him into a heated kiss filled with fervor and passion. The look in his eyes, the ceremonial robes, the set to his hair. Seonghwa was stone in action. Had he been in a private room, he would’ve dropped to his knees for forgiveness, begging and pleading with the younger for his affections. Seonghwa would’ve kissed the ground Hongjoong stood upon. The feelings were mutual between parties. As Seonghwa had spoke, Hongjoong too desired him deeply. He would forgo all of his manly pride and bath in the rich lather that was the clan leader’s presence. The scent of lavender emitting from his body like it usually did, his hands gripping tightly at his robe as he pounded the ground with apologies and desperate acts. Anything to bring Seonghwa back to him.

Hongjoong has been drowning in his own shame for the past weeks, trying to find a way to speak to Seonghwa without dropping to the floor in fits of tears. It had been clawing his pulse for days. He wanted the oldest to notice his plea and take his hands once again.

The music from the orchestra blared over any conversation that may have been had at the time, but it didn’t stop Hongjoong from whispering in the clan leader’s ear. “May I speak to you? Privately?” Seonghwa nods as the shorter grips his wrist, pulling him away from the crowd.

———-

The tip of Hongjoong’s already hard erection pushed past the tight ring of resistance, sending Seonghwa into a pained, but relieved frenzy. It had been too long since they had been like this, tangled up in secrecy as they shared breaths and words of affirmation pertaining to nothing in particular. The older’s back arched off of the wall, pressing his chest further into Hongjoong’s as the top thrusts upward into him fully. He had never felt so strangled but free in his life. His legs tightened around Joong’s waist, securing him to a safe trunk as he passed each inch in and out of the man, leaving them both messy in unison.

They had found a private conference room to which they could talk alone, only for them both to break and start tearing at their clothes. Seonghwa’s hands roamed the brunette’s back, feeling as the muscles rippled under skin, effective with each thrust into him. Seonghwa wouldn’t know what to do if anyone caught them in the act, but he was in too much of a heated, sexual state that he couldn’t bother caring.

“Joong-“ His moans were miss matched in tone, some loud while the others seemed aware of their surroundings. “Fuck, Joong-“ Hwa whimpers, suckling on a patch of skin just below Hongjoong’s ear, in hopes no one would notice it later. “Ah-Hwa! Don’t tease me. If you’re gonna suck anything-“

“Don’t say that- you’re already inside of me… so no.” Seonghwa griped as his nails dug crescents into Hongjoong’s shoulders, an expression of pained bliss coloring his face. “Prude.” Hongjoong whispers in a joking manner, aware that nothing about their relationship was prudish . They were as open minded as they came.

Seonghwa’s body tightened, constricting Hongjoong as he fucked into the older male, each and every curve and divot of the elder’s insides squeezing against his sensitive cock. He bullied harder into the ass, heavy testicles snapping against Seonghwa’s plump ass cheeks every once in a while. It was all in the reminder that he was his. He would be his forever. It worked both ways in this case.

“Please- forgive me my lord.” Hongjoong pressed his lips to Seonghwa’s cheek as he finally began pleading for the older’s forgiveness. This is what he wanted in the first place, to be reinstated on the side of Seonghwa’s good graces. “No please forgive me Hongjoong. It was all my fault.” Seonghwa’s words came out in breathy chunks as each syllable was punctuated with a thrust.

“No-no, was mine. I was a coward.” The younger buried a hand in Seonghwa’s long, onyx locks.

“No, I was irrational.” Seonghwa said quietly next to the man’s ear.

“All you wanted was for me to love you loudly.” Hongjoong spoke.

“But I completely disregarded your reputation.” Seonghwa said.

“What reputation? I am the blight on my family’s collar. No one would’ve batted an eye if I were to be seen with you. They would attribute everything to my status.” His movements were stilled as he cradled Seonghwa’s cheek in his hand. Their eyes fixed on one another, expressions of moroseness. “I love you dearly, Hwa. And I’m sorry I had hurt you so terribly.”

Seonghwa heaved deeply, pulling the shorter into a bone crushing hug, face buried deep in the crook of his neck.

From there, Hongjoong paced himself once again, hips colliding at a simpler, softer speed. Love filled his strokes as they passed on his apology, each and every move meaning something to the older. His intricately detailed body quivered as he was met with waves of sweet, sweet love making. He wasn’t sure if Hongjoong had ever been so gentle with him in all their time together.

Sweat beads from Hongjoong’s forehead, dropping on Seonghwa’s prominent cheekbone and fell like a tear of bliss. He was savoring the feeling for as long as he could because he was never quite sure when he would be able to keep Seonghwa this close again. His arms longed for him when he was away. His lips burned for their suppression kindled only in the clan leader’s. Every letter he wrote and signed off, every seminar he sat in on with his father, each and every step he took in pursuit of Seonghwa’s hand seemed all the more important to him, now that Seonghwa’s writhing body ached between him and the tapestry. Hongjoong noted how the older quivered as he sank a little further down his dick, the puckered muscle losing tension each time, only to gain it back when he slid out again. The sloppy way of devotion was their favorite and the most effective in times like these between them. The giving of each other’s bodies in a messy, wet complexion of limbs and moans. Hongjoong wished they were in a bedroom, railing mercilessly into a feather soft mattress, his hands gripped so tight to the clan leader’s hips that he could claim ownership later.

“Fuck-“ The second eldest grunts lowly into his ear, drawing a moan from the Clan leader’s mouth.

To be Continued….

[rowretro]

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

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✧CHAPTER 19✧

5 years have passed and those 5 years have been filled with more fights and drug cartels trying to attack the Nishimura family.  Riki was trying to let go of the drug business, with his hands stained with so much blood and his family constantly being under attack. However, once you pick up a gun there’s no letting go of it. Kyle was now 10, still somewhat unaware of the drug business. Now he is 10, he does understand what’s good and bad, Which just makes Yeonjun’s job much easier.

“Well aren’t you a little cutie~” y/n cooed as Kyle sighed “Mom I’m not cute anymore- I’m literally the coolest kid in my school- stop emba-” he cut himself when he saw y/n go to Yeseol who was playing with her toys “what is my little expert doing today?” y/n asked as the girl smiled up at her “I’m making pasghetti!” She squealed, as Kyle frowned. “Awww pasghettti- you’re so cute~” Y/n cooed, cradling the 5 year old as she kisses her forehead. “Kyle, I packed your bag for football sweetie, daddy will drop you off kay?” the girl adds before heading to the kitchen.

Kyle walks over to Yeseol, his arms crossed as he stared down at her. “Want sum pasghetti?” the girl asked as the boy frowned “We all know you can say it! Even I could when I was 5” Kyle said as Yeseol pouted. “Kyle are you ready to go?” Riki asked as he grabs his keys. “Yeah- I’ll be in the car-” He said before running to the front seat. “Daddy!” Yeseol squealed, making grabby hands at Riki, smiling, he picked her up and twirled the little girl around. “Daddy will be back soon sweetie, go play with mommy for now~” Riki said, before placing a soft kiss on the little girl’s forehead.

“Mommy…. Happy buwfday!” the 5 year old said as she gave y/n a cute little drawing of the 4 of them, in pink, smiling, she picked up the girl, kissing her cheek, she sat on the sofa with Yeseol in her lap. “You drew this on yourself? No wayyy…. Daddy helped you didn’t he?” she playfully narrowed her eyes as the 5 year old started whining. “No no sweetie I’m joking, it’s just so beautiful~” she complimented, hugging her softly. 

Meanwhile, Riki was driving Kyle to football. “Kyle, score some goals and come home a proud footballer, and don’t forget, have fun. It’s not all about winning” he pointed out as the boy shrugged “But you do know I will end up winning anyway right?” the boy asked as Riki snickered. Just as Riki was going to go in for a hug, Kyle held his hand up.

“We don’t hug we high five or fist bump.” He said as Riki rolled his eyes playfully. “Also please don’t tell mom about the lost sweater… she thinks it was stolen, and my pencil case, and my old glasses, and my-” “Kyle it’s ok- I won’t snitch on you for losing those things, as long as you back me up about that lost shirt, She got it for me on valentines day…” Riki trailed off as Kyle nodded, heading off to the pitch.

Riki bid him goodbye before driving home, the scene he was met with was already horrifying as is, smashed, gunshot windows. He didn’t bother parking in the garage, he left his vehicle and ran inside the building, feather stuffing from the pillows, smashed furniture, and trickles of blood. “y/n, Yeseol?! Please tell me you’re ok-” he called out, with hopes that none of them were hurt. To his luck he found them, in a corner, Yeseol safely hidden in y/n’s arms.

“Are they gone?” Y/n asked as Riki nodded, bending down to their level. God it was heartbreaking to see his 5 year old covering her ears, as she snuggled into y/n, the little girl probably confused about what was happening. Crying, she walked over to Riki, hugging him, the male carried her, gently rocking her and reassuring that everything was ok while Y/n just glared at him. She helped the maids around a little with the cleaning, as the windows get replaced by bulletproof ones, more than just one window on each windowspace.

Riki walked into the living room that evening, a first aid kit in his hand as he approached y/n. She had been ignoring him since the incident, her heart still pounding every time she thinks about Yeseol, or what could’ve happened if it wasn’t for her fast actions. “Show me.” he simply said as he opened the box, the girl frowned “What is there to show? I'm perfectly fine, no thanks to you.” She said as Riki sighed. “Honey, running your wounds under cold water won’t solve it. Just show me them please…” he asked as the girl did so.

There were no major wounds, just a few pretty deep cuts, a big one across her palm. Every little cut and drip of blood was a reminder that Riki was a danger to the woman he loves, and the kids he holds dearly to his heart. It fucking hurt his heart as he hear her soft hisses and whimpers from pain. Why was he like this? Why can’t he just stop? Wasn’t Kyle holding onto his dear life as a baby enough of a reminder. Running away from his gang life clearly put him in more danger, but embracing this life still puts his family in danger.

“I know you’re mad at me… but… I’m sorry, also Yeseol is in the garden” he said nonchalantly as y/n glared at him “YOU LET OUR 5 YEAR OLD IN THE GARDEN IN THIS DARK???” She asked, maddened, before running to open the door, as she did so, she froze in her step.

“Happy Birthday babe~” Riki said with a mischievous smile as he back-hugged her. Both kids were there with Heeseung, the boys, Riki’s parents. A beautiful birthday cake, and the most ethereal view she had ever seen, her eyes on the beautiful pink lanterns flying up, along with balloons. “God I hate that I can’t stay mad at you” she pouted as Riki kissed her nose.

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

[eddiemunsonscheckeredboxers]

a one-shot blurb? of a thought i had whilst in the midst of my singledad!eddie x reader phase (1.5k words)

Summary: Reader catches a sweet moment of Eddie putting his daughter to bed, but seemingly becomes impatient to wait for their turn...

A/N: eddie and reader are mid-to-late 20's at this point, also the kid is only eddie's, reader is singledad!eddie's love interest who fell for them both, reader is female but no mention of specific features so can be gender neutral too if you want :)

warnings: minors DNI, kinda nsfw if you squint, use of 'daddy', suggested smut I guess?, domestic bliss, fluff, no mention of y/n, not proofread (sorry)

Bed Time

Balancing on the balls of your feet, you shutter at the feeling of your bare feet on the cold floor as you quietly float down the darkened hallway toward the muffled voices coming from lone bedroom at the end of the trailer. The bedroom was once adorned by heavy metal posters, junk-littered dressers, clothes thrown haphazardly around the space, and an alarming mold stain on the corner of the ceiling. Now it was filled with rainbows drawn on loose paper, barbie doll houses, and stuffed animals matted with the love of the little girl who cherished them since her arrival into his life only four years ago (the mold stain was subsequently evicted). The soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table spilled through the small opening of the door only half shut by the ever attentive father who lovingly settled his firecracker daughter into her small twin bed. Once you reached the door, you gently placed your hand on the wood of the door and sucked in a small breath, holding it there with lips bitten underneath your teeth. As you peered into the room, scanning over the dresser immediately across from you which has mismatched small, frilly socks laid out on top, waiting on the long lost promise of being paired with their mate, your eyes fell onto a scene that threatened to make your heart burst.

From your vantage point, you marveled at the sight of Eddie knelt at the side of his daughter's bed. Not having changed out of his mechanic coveralls yet, he has his right arm lovingly draped over his daughter's small body, which is tucked snuggly in her white fluffy comforter. Her wild, dark curls, a spitting image of her father's, are loosely laying around her head resting on her pink pillow case with frilly trim. Her brow is held in sorrow as she laments at the chain on her tricycle that broke earlier that day on her walk with Grampa Wayne. You watch the movement in his frame under his work clothes as Eddie soothes a hand over her forehead, guiding it back to the apex of her skull as her reassures her, his frizzy curls brushing his shoulder and back as he gently nods his head in agreement as he speaks.

"Baby, I know you're sad, but Daddy will fix it tomorrow morning. We'll have it working good as new in no time," he coos as she releases some of the tension in her face to behold him with trust and comfort etched into her big, doe eyes. A look that could he swore could break her old man's heart. You had intended to let out the breath you were holding as you heard him speak, but after hearing his promise to his baby, it came out more as a pained, pitiful sigh. Eddie turned his upper body slightly so his head could face the doorway as his eyes landed on you with a look of mild surprise to discover that he was being watched. You offered a small, shy smile and brought the cuff of his your oversized hoodie to your mouth to hide behind it. The smaller Munson flickered her eyes over to you and a toothy smile stretched across her face. The same smile reflected on her dear old dad's face as they both regarded you.

"I just wanted to say good night again, Princess," you offered quietly as your cheeks burned to a light shade of pink. You had never intended to be caught. You just wanted to capture the sweet moment between the two people who had so quickly and wholly stole your heart that day in the park some months ago. The little girl brought her small hand flat to her puckered lips and sent an exaggerated kiss into the air in your direction. You huffed a small laugh and returned it to her in double. Still smiling at the interaction, Eddie turned his attention back to his daughter and leaned into her face. "Alright, give Daddy some kisses and then its off to sleep," he said as he plants a sloppy kiss to her cheek and she squeals out a laugh while wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. Once she releases, Eddie reaches to the bedside lamp and clicks it off leaving the room lit only by a small nightlight in the corner opposite her bed. He rises and makes his way toward the door as you take a few shy steps backward into the hallway to allow him to exit the bedroom.

He pulls the door so it is almost shut, but open enough so he can hear if her small voice carries his name should she find herself in need of him during the night. The small sliver of light that peaks from the door lands on you, and Eddie slightly cocks his head to the side as he takes in your form. You're standing there watching him as he as corrects himself to face you when he lets go of the door knob. There is a shyness to your posture, as you hold the cuff of the hoodie to your lips again with your chin dipped down to meet your fist bunched underneath the fabric. You're looking up at him through your lashes with a look he can't quite place as he takes a small step toward you to get a better look in the darkness. Then he notices the shift of your thighs slightly pressing together. He quirks an eyebrow as his eyes flick back to study your face briefly again to discover the hint of desire etched in it. A slow smirk begins to appear on his lips. He takes more steps toward you and as soon as he can, he reaches his hand underneath the hem of the hoodie as slides his fingers gently across the expanse of skin right above where your sweatpants end near your hips as he closes in on you. His hands caress your sides as he snakes his arms around your waist, until they find home on the small of your back and he suddenly pulls you forward into him. Your chest collides with his as he stares down his nose at your face. In the moment, you brace your hands on his biceps and let out a whispered squeal as you adjust to the new proximity to him. You return him a smile for a few sweet seconds before he speaks.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he offered lifting his eyebrows, as the grin fell from his face and was replaced by a poorly constructed false look of innocence. You rolled your eyes as your smiled widened knowing you've been caught. You slid your hands from their place his biceps up his arms and shoulders until they met on the back of his neck bringing your faces closer so you can speak in hushed tones. You scrunched your face in confusion trying to hide the blush and countered, "I have no idea what your talking about." A devilishly handsome smile painted his face once more as he waited in silence for you to break under his stare. You sighed off your façade and pointed your chin down so you didn't have to meet the burning curiosity of his gaze. "Once I say it, I will never hear the end of it," you said as you smiled at your feet. Eddie never made you feel embarrassed about anything, but he did love to tease you a bit to get you worked up. It's not his fault you look so adorable when you're flustered. He removed a hand from your back and brought it out from under the hoodie to slot it between your bodies so he could gently grab your chin between his thumb and index finger to bring your eyes back to his. As he did, you quickly shut your eyes and screwed your face up to resemble something akin to pain as you prepared to say the words. You knew he wouldn't let it go until you did. Especially if it was something that sparked lust in you. Especially if it was for him.

Heaving your shoulders up to your ears with your eyes remaining closed, you let out yet another sigh, this time as dramatically as you could muster. You inhaled just as theatrically causing him to stifle a laugh, as you parted your lips and released, "Hearing you call yourself 'Daddy' does more for me than I want to admit." You tentatively opened one eye to take in his reaction to your admission. Eddie's smile had become more open mouthed with his tongue now sticking out slightly to the side to rest on his upper teeth as a look of amusement danced over his face. Oh, he liked this development. You groaned, defeated and slumped your head against his chest as he let out a quiet chuckle as to not alert all that slumbered in the silence of the trailer. Using his hand to maneuver your face to look up at him again, he titled his head to the side as he said in a low, thick voice, "Is it time for Daddy to get you to bed now?".

I do not consent to having my work copied or reposted anywhere. This tumblr post is the original work. Thanks for reading :) I wasn't sure how weird this concept might be, so. PLEASE reblog if you enjoyed. I do not claim to own any characters originally created by the creators of Stranger Things.

[afterdarkprincess]

Pretty In Pink- An Aftershocks Side Story

Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Explicit Summary: On a brief vacation from shows, Sami comes home to find his boyfriend all dressed up and waiting for him. ----- Aftershocks side story, but can be read alone! It's just pure filth honestly :)

This fic is Explict and contains: Daddy Kink, Feminization, Lingerie, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Spanking tags for: @feelschicken @imabillyami @elementaldoughnut12 @harmshake @southerngirl41 and @jeysbvck! 💖✨ (If anyone else would like a tag in my Samijey fics let me know!) AO3 Link

Sami’s stomach fluttered with nervous butterflies, excited yet anxious about how this evening will go.

They’re in Montreal, it’s late fall and the air is crisp and chilly. Both of them are on a short break from shows right now, and they’re taking full advantage of the time in Sami’s cozy apartment rather than hotel rooms.

It’s been a few months since that tumultuous night after Summerslam, and Sami and Jey have become even closer than they were before. Jey making the jump to the Raw roster certainly helped, but every moment they didn’t have other obligations they were inseparable.

They’d been planning for this mini break over the last few weeks, and Sami is obviously excited for their evening, but more than anything he’s just happy to spend some uninterrupted time with Jey.

Sami enters the apartment, taking off his coat and hanging it on the rack. He hears soft music distantly from the direction of the bedroom, but otherwise it’s quiet with no sign of his boyfriend.

“Jey? Where are you honey?” Sami calls, poking his head into the living room and kitchen to find nothing. He figures Jey must be in his bedroom, theirs now, and heads back the hallway to find the door slightly ajar. He opens the door slowly, cautious if perhaps Jey fell asleep, but that’s definitely not the case.

Inside he finds Jey on the bed splayed out against the sheets. He’s dressed in lingerie, baby pink playing against his deeply tanned skin and the dark ink of his tattoos. His pecs are held by a frilly pink tulle bra that matches the panties that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, his hard dick straining against the material and staining it with his precum. There’s a matching garter belt around his waist, connecting to pink stockings that end at his mid-thigh, almost exactly where his leg tattoos start.

Jey’s lips are shiny with thick pink gloss and his already long eyelashes are accentuated with mascara. His face is relaxed, head thrown back against the pillows and Sami feels his dick fill at the sight of him.

He looks so soft and pretty in all that pink, but as Sami makes his way inside the room his eyes are drawn to the pink bejeweled plug that hums from between Jey’s thighs, disappearing into his glistening hole just visible beneath the mesh of the panties.

“You started without me?” Sami asks. “Baby, you know what that means.”

Jey looks up from the bed. “Couldn’t help it, Daddy. Missed you.”

“Missed you too,” Sami drops a kiss to the top of Jey’s head, running his hands along the soft exposed skin of Jey’s arms, following the lines of his tattoos. “But I still have to punish you, sweetheart.”

Jey pouts, batting his eyelashes as he grinds his hips down, jostling the plug inside him. “C’mon, that ain’t fair.”

Sami fixes him with a look, grabbing him by the thighs and tugging him to the edge of the bed so their hips are flush.

“You wanna try that again?”

Jey blushes furiously. “Sorry, Daddy. M’ready for it.”

“Flip over,” Sami instructs, rubbing his hands together to warm them as Jey moves onto his stomach, his feet dangling off and barely brushing the floor. His eyes drink in the sight of Jey’s thick juicy ass just barely contained in his pink panties, the plug just peeking out between his cheeks.

Sami pulls the panties aside and gently removes the plug, watching in rapt fascination as Jey’s hole stretches and winks shut again. He’s tempted to forgo the punishment and just plunge into that sweet tight heat, but he has to follow through. He runs his hands across the fabric of the panties before pulling the waistband down to expose Jey’s cheeks to the air.

“Count for me baby,” Sami runs his hands over the exposed skin, keeping Jey tense with anticipation.

Jey’s head lolls on the sheets and Sami gives him a quick smack to start, easing him into it.

“One,” Jey groans.

Sami pulls his hand back further this time, striking the other cheek with more force.

“Two,”

He alternates back, hitting the same spot as before.

“Hnnn… Three,” Jey’s legs shake.

Sami continues the next few in short succession, moving between the left and right cheek until both are flushed dark and Jey’s breathing heavily.

“Ah, Ah, Ten. Fuck, Sami please-“ Jey bites around his thumb and Sami can’t let that slide.

“I was going to stop there until you hid those pretty noises from me, five more and we’ll be done.”

Jey nods into the sheets and Sami gives him a quick soothing rub over both cheeks before doling out the rest of his punishment.

“F-fifteen,” Jey sobs through the last count, tears fully flowing down his cheeks.

Sami’s anxiety overtakes his mind, “Jey, color?”

Jey doesn’t respond for a moment and dread fills Sami’s stomach that perhaps he’s pushed him too far, but finally he exhales and replies, “Green.”

“Good Job, sweetheart. You did so well,” Sami feels relief flood through him and he presses soft kisses against Jey’s reddened skin, pulling the panties down and completely off of him. “Such a good girl for me, Jey. Look so pretty all dressed up.”

Sami helps Jey roll over, exposing his flushed and tear stained face. He kisses the tear tracks reverently, holding Jey’s cheek and neck securely to soothe him.

Jey tries to catch his breath, and Sami breathes with him slowly to help him relax. After a few moments, Jey’s brain comes back online. “Did I- do good, Sami?” His eyes are pleading and eager and Sami feels the length of Jey’s dick, still hard despite the rough treatment.

“Mhm, you did so good for Daddy. Gonna give you your reward now for being so good, give you a treat.” Sami kisses him again, getting some of the pink lipstick on his own lips before he moves to kneel on the bed.

Sami moves Jey’s legs with ease, fitting himself between them before folding Jey in half and resting his ankles on Sami’s own shoulders. He pushes the waistband of his pants down, freeing his length to smack against Jey’s inner thigh and causing the younger man to moan wantonly.

“So empty, please Daddy,” Jey sighs, shifting his hips and trying to get closer to the warmth of Sami’s erection.

Sami tuts, “Patience love,” as he takes one hand down to Jey’s waiting hole. He’s still open slightly from the plug and Sami sinks his thumb in with no resistance, the digit embraced by Jey’s wet warmth. Sami moves his thumb inside slowly, gently messaging the muscles and coaxing them to relax further.

Jey whines at the onslaught, the contact thats good but not quite enough. Before long Sami trades the thumb for his pointer and middle fingers, pressing in and watching as Jey swallows them up with ease. Once inside, buried in one long press, he again takes his time. Moving the fingers together slowly, flexing and undulating them together, rubbing against Jey’s sensitive spot relentlessly causing his cockhead to drool with precum, further ruining the pink tulle panties barely containing him.

With Sami’s free hand he runs his fingertips along the pink lace stockings, admiring how they look against Jey’s skin and tattoos. “So soft and pretty for me baby, look at you taking me so good.” Jey bites his lip and Sami can’t have that. “Jey, tell me how it feels sweetheart. Tell Daddy how much you like his fingers in your pussy.”

“Ah, ah, so-,” Jey’s head falls back against the sheets, undone by Sami’s words and the feel of him inside. “Feels so good, Daddy. F-fuck.”

Sami presses hard, rubbing circles into Jey’s prostate and drinking in his cries before slipping a third finger inside. His other hand ghosts over the strained panties, just barely touching with his fingertips over Jey’s neglected dick.

“M’ready- Sami please-“ Jey gasps out, unable to contain himself.

Sami shakes his head, “Now you know that’s not gonna cut it, sweetheart. You gotta ask Daddy for what you want.”

Jey turns his head, shy and trying to avoid the situation. “W-want you to fuck me.”

The words are quiet, mumbled and rushed, not remotely what he was looking for. Sami removes his fingers from Jey’s hole and withdraws his fingertips from the sheer pink fabric.

“Not quite princess, try again,”

“But Daddy-“ Jey whines, but he’s cut off by a loud smack to his ass.

“Again, Jey,” Sami prompts, tone leaving no room for argument as tears well in Jey’s eyes again.

That sinking feeling creeps in Sami’s stomach again, and he nearly asks Jey for a color.

He’s interrupted as Jey sniffles, staring up at him like a lost puppy. “D-daddy, will you fuck me?”

Sami smiles, “Fuck your what, baby?”

Jey’s cheeks darken with blush, “My pussy.” Sami raises an eyebrow. “Please- please daddy fuck my pussy.” Jey stammers out before Sami corrects him.

“Of course,” Sami bends down, capturing Jey’s lips in a heated kiss, his dick brushing against Jey’s wet, twitching hole. His hips buck, trying to angle towards the head of Sami’s dick. Sami chuckles as he pulls back. “Just a second sweetheart.” He reaches down and lines himself up with Jey, pressing just slightly, not enough to fully enter yet.

With his free hand he hooks a thumb into the waistband of Jey’s panties, dragging them down and tucking them under Jey’s heavy balls to leave his hard dick exposed to the air. Sami strokes it lightly just a few times, letting the anticipation build.

He finally sinks into Jey with no warning, burying himself in that delicious tight heat in one quick thrust. Sami paused, afraid that he might bust too soon between how long he’d been teasing Jey and how good he felt wrapped around him, his inner walls working on Sami’s dick.

Jey cries out, a jumbled mix of words and groans and sighs as he is finally filled the way he’s craved all evening. Sami feels so big inside of him, despite all the stretching and the plug, and Jey wouldn’t want it any other way.

Sami sets a slow pace, just rocking into Jey and enjoying the sweet friction as his head drags over Jey’s prostate on each pass.

Jey keeps his eyes on Sami, his pretty pink lips open as he breathes through the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. He’s been hard for what feels like hours and he’s already close to the edge of orgasm.

“S-Daddy?” Jey’s voice shakes. “I’m close, please.”

Sami shakes his head, “Not yet baby, wait until I say.”

Jey feels more tears fall from his eyes, but as impossible as it seems he wants to be good for Sami. He nods.

Sami’s pace quickens a bit and their hips slam together, rocking the bed frame into the wall with hard thuds.

Jey’s hands clench into the sheets, looking for something to ground him. Sami notices and threads their fingers together with one hand while he holds Jey’s hip in the other. Sami pulls Jey down onto his dick just a much as he’s snapping his hips and driving his dick into that tight wet hole.

“Okay,” Sami grits out, the hot coil in his stomach about to burst, “Go ahead, baby girl. You can come.”

Jey explodes, his dick shooting thick ropes of cum onto his stomach. His inner walls convulse, clenching tight around Sami’s girth inside him.

Sami’s close himself in the hot vice grip of Jey’s body, his hips hammering in faster as he chases his release. “Gonna cum inside of you, gonna knock you up.”

“Yeah?” Jey breathes out, eyes wide and glossed over with pleasure.

“Mhm,” Sami nods just as he hits the edge, driving his cock in deep. “Fuck, Jey, baby ah-“ The force of his orgasm cuts off his mumbling.

Jey feels it inside of him, the way Sami’s dick twitches and spurts his hot cum deep, filling him up with warmth. He feels satisfaction wash over him, and for just a moment he imagines that Sami could really get him pregnant fucking him like this.

If there were any way for his dick to get hard again, he would.

Sami sighs, content and boneless but unwilling to leave the warmth of Jey’s body. The rational part of his brain knows he needs to start aftercare sooner rather than later, and the last thing he wants to do is let Jey drop.

He pulls out slowly and carefully, watching intently as Jey’s hole twitches and a glob of cum leaks out behind him. Sami’s instinct is to push it back inside, keep his baby bred full, but the scene is over, they can talk about it for next time.

Sami presses a quick kiss to Jey’s knee, mumbling a quick, “Be right back,” before heading into the ensuite bathroom to wet a towel. He returns quickly with a wet town and a dry one, as well as Jey’s fluffy robe.

“C’mere sweetie,” Sami says, taking hold of Jey’s hand where it’s flopped onto the bedsheets, his boyfriend fully melted into the mattress.

Jey moves with a small noise of protest and Sami makes quick work of cleaning him, running the cloth over his stomach before nudging his thighs open again to clean the mess he left of Jey’s hole.

As he gently wipes with the cloth, he coos, “Jey you did so well honey.” He moves Jey’s legs again and helps him sit up on the bed. Somehow he looks even cuter than before with messed up makeup, lingerie askew and his sleepy eyes. “Was that good? Everything you hoped for?” Sami’s anxiety creeps back in with how quiet his boyfriend is.

Jey smiles though and nods, “It was so good, boo. Damn near knocked me out there.”

Sami leaned in and kissed his forehead. “Good, lets get this off of you, hm?”

Jey nods again, allowing Sami to move his arms and maneuver the lace bra up and over his head. Sami drops the garment to the floor and helps Jey to stand.

The garter and panties of the set are undoubtedly ruined, sticky and stained with cum as they are, but Sami gently unclips the stockings from the garter and first pulls down the stockings, lovingly massaging Jey’s thighs and calves as he goes.

Jey groans appreciatively at the feeling on his sore muscles and steps out when Sami directs him to. Next come the panties, and he feels so much better now with them off, despite how cute they looked on. The garter belt comes off last and Jey is fully nude.

Sami stands, grabbing the robe again as he rises, but before he can offer it to Jey, his lovers arms wrap around his neck and pull him in close for a sweet brush of lips.

“Thank you, Sami.” Jey pecks him again. “I really mean it, that was perfect.”

Sami nods, wrapping his arms around Jey’s waist, “Love you so much, baby.”

Jey looks at him, the man who’s become his whole world, “Love you too.”

Sami wraps him up in the robe and settles Jey back into bed before yanking his own clothes off to join him under the covers, holding Jey in his arms before they finally both drift off to sleep.

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Thank you for reading!! More fics coming soon :)

[faaun]

how long until you can move out again :((

but in the meantime some fun questions :

- any exciting upcoming plans you’re looking forward to?

- any fun small(or large) ways of self expression you can recommend to feel more yourself?

- favourite bedding combination? im currently thinking about buying a new set for the new academic year/new accom but so many colour options ajhdjf, although i currently am laying on my bed with dark blue pillow/duvet with pale green sheets :)

today will pass, and good luck out there !! <3

this is such a sweet ask ty !! ♡ i can't move out until jan ish :((

plans : spending time w gf, meeting friend, doing research stuff once my research partner gets back in the country !

self expression: for me the biggest way is clothes :) like wearing what i want to wear even if it's not the norm in the area i'm in, etc...even if i may look a little overdressed or weird idm bc i feel sm happier wearing what i want to wear !

bedding combo: ok i dream of this one but it is honestly so expensive...i would recommend getting satin pillowcases to protect ur hair, if you can get linen bedding it is sooo good bc not only does it last a long time but it softens over time and doesn't feel too cold or too warm w changing seasons etc...don't take too many throw pillows/cushion to uni accom u will regret it ! but have an extra pillow in case of sleepovers etc :) try to match the colours w ur room !! if u have a lighter theme i'd recommend patterns so they don't get easily stained :) try to stay away from synthetic fabrics if u can . neutrals, light pink, mossy/sage greens r my faves

thank u so much this is so so sweet and gl for the new academic year !! ♡ lmk how it goes and what u went w !

[decorworks]

Falling for Design: 9 (Super Affordable) Ways to Refresh Your Space for Fall

Decorating for fall on a budget.

It wasn’t always this way, but now fall is probably my favorite of all the seasons. There is so much to love – the colors of the leaves changing, the cute fall clothes, the cooler temperatures. But there’s nothing I love more than the feeling of change that fall brings. I don’t know what it is, but every year around this time I feel the need to move and change (almost) everything around in my house. Does anyone else feel this way? If you’re feeling like a change but don’t have the budget to re-accessorize and re-furnish your entire space, I’ve got 9 affordable ideas for fall decorating I think you’ll love. Including a couple ideas that won’t cost you a single penny!

1. Switch out your throw pillows. Seems simple enough, but changing out your throw pillows can make such a difference. It can shift a color scheme or bring in some texture to a space that otherwise felt flat. Try bringing in some colder season fabrics like fur, velvet, or sherpa (or a combo of all three)! Still need help? Try changing out a linen pillow for a velvet one (like those dreamy velvet pillows in the photo above from Studio Giancarlo Valle) or switching out a bright pink pillow for a deep mustard color.

2. Wrap up with fall-worthy textiles. When I think of fall, I think of cooler evenings spent getting cozy on the couch (or my bed). Having a fuzzy throw nearby to keep you warm or the perfect color rust bedding (like this one from Bed Threads) to give you those fall color vibes are great options for seasonal textiles.

3. Use what you have. One of the easiest (and completely FREE) ways to change up a room is to use what you already have lying around the house. Switch out the rug in your living room for the one in your bedroom and rework the space around a new color scheme. Just because something isn’t new to you, doesn’t mean it won’t feel new in a different space. And note to self: There are many ways to decorate for fall that don’t revolve around colors. Textures can be really important too. Going from a low pile rug with a relatively smooth surface to a high pile rug with plenty of texture and softness can be a game changer under your feet for the season. P.S. How pretty is the space found on Our Food Stories?! That natural light.

4. Bring the outside in. When fall rolls around, I start seeing twigs, dried flowers and even dried grass pop up everywhere. So what better way to embrace the changing season then to decorate with a little bit of nature? A cool vase with some dried flowers on the mantle can bring a lot of texture to a space, and make things feel cozy for fall. Or try something bold and decorate your entire mantle with fall foliage, sticks, candles, etc – like this mantle decor from Anthropologie. This is another one of those fall decorating ideas that could be completely free too, since you can grab most of these materials right outside your door.

5. Repaint your walls! Is the basic builder grey that’s been on your walls since you’ve moved in making you feel like you’re in a rut? Change it up! Be sure to get permission from your landlord if you’re renting. But in most cases, they won’t mind as long as you agree to paint it back to the original color. Try a pop of color or go with a more neutral earth tone, like this one from BloggaiBagis. Either way, a change in color can make a room feel completely new.

6. Refinish an older piece. Is your coffee table begging for an update? Anything is possible with a little bit of paint (or stain) and some elbow grease. Take a stab at repainting a piece of furniture like I did with this entry table or how Leanne Ford painted these wicker chairs (above).

7. Try some new window treatments. This tip is especially easy if you already have curtains hanging! Swapping out curtains can bring some color in and can be pretty affordable if you look in the right places. If you’ve got a sewing machine and can sew a straight line, making new curtains from scratch is a breeze. First, measure the length you you need and cut with an extra 4 inch length. Then, sew a 1/4″ hem on the sides and a 2 in. hem on the top and bottom. I use the curtain clip rings from IKEA to easily swap out curtain panels. The options are endless, but I especially love these mustard velvet curtains (above) from Colombe.

8. DIY some new accent tables. There are some really cool console, side, and coffee table DIYs out there like this amazing DIY wood accent table from Smor. Or the easy terrazzo side table I did a while back.

9. Try some new art. Feeling adventurous? Maybe you’re not the next Picasso (me either), but I willing to bet you can still whip up a cool new piece of art. Pick a few colors that work well within you space and try your hand at some abstract art, like this piece I found over on Remodelista. It’s the home of Kai Avent-deLeon – owner of the concept shop Sincerely, Tommy. By using different brush sizes or just painting random lines you can make a cool piece that is really unique! Or take note from Leanne Ford’s book and paint a canvas all one color for a large scale piece of art. Using gesso and acrylic paint, you can create a textured canvas that, even though it’s just one color, can really make an impact. *I did this a few years ago too, back when I had  huge studio walls to fill, and showed how to stretch your own (really big) canvas in the process, if  you want a guide for getting started: how to stretch a giant canvas by hand. It’s cheaper this way than buying one that’s pre-made and you can make any size you want! You think you’ll try some of these tips out? Let me know in the comments! I’m curious to hear how you are refreshing your space for the fall. Read the full article

[gr8female-blog]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Pottery Barn Marla Floral King/Cal Duvet Spring Bedding NEVER USED only STAGED.

[lauragirl53]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: VINTAGE HAND CRAFTED CROCHETED BLANKET & PILLOW CASES~EMBROIDERED & TRIMMED.

[ddejavvu]

For multiverse monday can I request soulmate au with victim reader and spencer meeting for the first time during a case?

today is multiverse monday! send me an au you can think of :)

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It happens so quickly you barely even notice it. You're more focused on the pain in your abdomen than you are the burst of color through your eyes, and you wish you could relish meeting your soulmate more thoroughly in the moment.

There's hands pressing to your side, a creamy peach color. And there's a purple sweater vest overtop of his chest, scratching at your arms with itchy wool. Then a tie against the sweater; blue.

There's a man in your face now, not the same that's putting pressure on your wound. He's got a stern frown on his face, and you feel scrutinized even though you're the victim.

"What color was the car that he took?"

"I- I don't.. I don't know," You stammer, breathing heavily as the hands around your waist tighten, "I don't see.. color. But your hair," You turn back to the man holding you, seeing pink lips, brown eyes, and a barely-tanned complexion, "Your hair is brown."

"Your shirt is green." The man observes, rosy lips flattening out and curving up ever so slightly at their ends. You nod, glancing down at the red splotches that mar it. The sight of your own crimson blood sends your tummy twisting, and the man holding you seems to notice the cave of your throat.

"You can take my jacket," He offers, leaning back to untie a coat from around his waist while still keeping one hand against your cut, "It's.. it's brown."

"Yeah," You breathe, fingers grazing the soft fabric, "Brown. Like your hair. And your eyes."

"And your shoes," He glances at your sandals.

"Yeah."

"I'm Spencer."

"Y/N."

You hear the agents around you disperse, mumbling into comms and barking orders. But everyone leaves you two alone, and you're thankful for the solace it brings.

"You need an ambulance." Spencer states, and you nod. You hear the sirens outside, know they're waiting for you, but you can't bring yourself to leave his arms.

"I could walk you there?" He suggests, brown eyebrows raising in question.

"That would be nice." You nod, voice weak as red blood still stains your side.

When Spencer leads you out of the building, you're met with blue sky, green grass, grey roads, and a black SUV. The red-and-white ambulance is to your right, and Spencer's brown shoes veer that way to lead you there. The stretcher is blue, and you let them ease you onto a white pillow.

"I'll visit you." Spencer blurts, bringing a hand up to scratch at the baby blue shirt collar beneath his sweater vest, "I.. I know we should talk more. I'm sorry that we met this way."

"Me too." You let out as much of a laugh as you can, though it aches in your chest, "I hope you guys catch him."

"We will." Spencer nods, eyes twinkling in a sweetly reassuring manner, "Do you.. do you have a favorite color yet?"

Your eyes drop to the lavender tones of his sweater vest, and you nod, "Purple."

He nods with that sweet, barely-there awkward smile of his, and three days later, he shows up to your hospital room with a handful of lilacs.