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The Fallen One || 18+

Synopsis: For the final day of the pact, you find yourself intoxicated by the man you've yearned for, forever.

Pairings: detective!Jay × fem!reader

Warnings: smut minors Dni, fingering, cock riding, p in v sex, unprotected sex (not for you), reader has like three orgasms?, Jay's just really obsessed, Fluffy in the end, swearing, mention of food and alcohol, final fuck you to Heeseung yay

A/N: I haven't been able to carry out with my og plot in this fic because I, like an idiot, forgot I included bondage and i just wrote everything and now I neither have the heart nor the energy to write anything else, so to all my babies who wanted bondage, there's a fic in my wips for y'all. Anywho I had fun working on this series! Thank you for all the support that got me through writing everything and I hope next time my brain remembers to write WHAT WAS INTENDED IN THE FIRST PLACE-

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Jay's calloused fingers nudged a mauve hued record back into its place, near and tidy on an oak shelf slightly shorter than him. His eyes travelled to another section of the shelf, where his hands picked up an olive green record, silently sitting at the back, overshadowed by the bright blues that surrounded it.

His mouth stretched into a thin quiet smile as he gently took the vinyl out, admiring its sleek look in the faint light of his bedroom, before he set it to it's position on his record player. Picking up his glass of dark red wine, Jay toyed with the sharp needle of the nostalgia emitting record player, before setting it onto the spinning vinyl.

The sound of stiff bones cracking was heard as he plopped down on his armchair near the warm fireplace, wine in hand, with hypnotising music playing in the background. Sipping his wine, he stared at the fire place, watching as every flame danced to the music, some did the tango, while some did the ballet.

Don't think about her, he thought to himself, anything but her.

Jay sighed heavily to himself as he twirled the last remnants of the wine in his glass, he had no idea how fast he had drunk it. He could hear rain pattering away mercilessly outside whilst the hours ticked away as he waited for tomorrow to come and whisk him away.

The second sigh of the evening dropped seethingly from his mouth as his eyes fluttered over to the picture frames on the wall. He smiled as he ran his eyes over the memories of old, forever remembered in hues and colours, lest they ever leave his mind.

A picture of him and his parents stood proud next to a ridiculous picture of him, Sunghoon and Jake standing next to a lake. He laughed as he recalled how they had fell into the murky water that day, pushing each other in, until everything ended in dirty clothes and raucous laughter. Another picture stood rather drab next to the bright coloured photos of Jay with his boss, recieving an award. The picture was dusty, as if it has been avoided by Jay when he was cleaning it.

Jay's eyes paused at the dust spiders on the picture and he walked near it, peering to see the picture that was held inside the carved frame.

Him, a woman and Heeseung, with smiles imprinted on your faces, against a backdrop of what looked like a school building. Jay gently took the picture of of the wall, it slid easily off the wallpaper, and set it down on the table. If anyone had asked him later on for how long he had stared at it with confused thoughts, he'd have responded with a confused look.

If only she had chosen me, he thought, if only....

The third exhausted sigh came as Jay realised he should probably sleeping, glancing at the clock to notice that it was 3 am in the morning already. He'd only get a few hours of sleep, but something was better was nothing, and for him, three hours of sleep was more than enough. And if it was on his beloved armchair next to a cozy fire? He might as well have announced Christmas dinner.

Jay plopped onto his armchair once more, now folding up his legs to snuggle into the seat, all warm next to the crackling fire, with the sound of rain making him drift off to sleep.

He made sure, by whatever ill will, to glance at the dusty picture he set on the table once more, peer at the intoxicating smile of the woman, and the man next to her, his arm wrapped around her waist protectively. Jay thought his face looked rather sour in the picture, the memories of it were even sourer but dawn was no time to think of them.

And so he went off to sleep at last, fighting off troubled thoughts and an uneasy heart.

If only she had chosen me.

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"Where did you say Y/N was staying again?" Sunghoon looked up from his pile of paperwork to answer the questioning voice.

"Baker's Street." He answered in his usual condescending voice, "Why do you ask?"

Jay shrugged in response to his friend's question, quickly pretending to be interested in his own pile of paperwork, though Sunghoon was quick to notice the tiny smile dancing on his lips. "Jongsoeng don't tell me you're going to do anything stupid."

"You're telling that to me?" Jay laughed, which came out more like a scoff, "I'll be fine."

"Don't buy her cake like I did." Jake commented from the other side, a pen stuck behind his ear, "Unless you want Mr Fuck Up over there to intervene." He lowered his voice with the last words, glaring towards Heeseung, who was working on the other side of the office.

Jay hadn't exactly been careful all day around Heeseung, treating him normally, though he did make sure to amplify his voice when speaking your name. Such as now, when he had asked Sunghoon where you were staying. He had no intention to make Heeseung jealous or anything. No, he had a firm desire to make Heeseung jealous and angry.

"Jay can I talk to you for a second?"

Speak of the devil.

Jay looked up from his paperwork (quick to change his expression from annoyed to normal) to see Heeseung staring at him with a weird look.

"I need to talk to you." Heeseung repeated, causing Jay to internally cringe. "What about?" Jay asked, to which Heeseung looked around before grabbing Jay's arms and dragging him (against his will) to the empty break room.

"I need to talk about—" Heeseung paused, taking a breath, "—about Y/N."

"What about her?" Jay asked, voice remaining calm, though his knuckles were certainly gripping the edge of the table he leant on, very tightly, "She's doing well, if you wanted to ask."

"Jay come on." Heeseung sighed, "I know about this little pact between you guys and Y/N and–" he fiddled with his fingers, "I know I've had some downs, but I really need to apologise to Y/N. I've ditched Yeo-Hee anyway, and–" he chuckled, "–can we not let bygones be bygones?"

"Bygones be bygones?" Jay let out a cold laugh, the expression on his face was terrifying and though Heeseung wouldn't have admitted it, he was scared, "Since when have you been using that phrase? Since high school I reckon?" Jay laughed again, "Ahh fuck I don't even understand why she even kept up with your cheating ass for so long. Tell me Heeseung," he leaned forward to look Heeseung menacingly in the eye, "Did you ever really love her?"

"Love her?" Heeseung responded, "Of course I love her, she's my wif-"

"Then will you tell her about Ji-ah from the other section or should I?"

"You wouldn't." Heeseung stared Jay down, though he was taller and older than him, he felt as if a hurricane was interrogating him, "Jay you can't. You know she'll never forgive me."

"She shouldn't." Jay laced his words with venom, "She should never forgive a fucking bastard like you."

"Ok fine." Heeseung sighed, "Can you atleast tell her I'm sorry?"

"Tell her yourself, coward." Jay quipped, which perhaps was a mistake, when he looked at Heeseung's angry expression.

"Coward?" Heeseung laughed, "Wouldn't that be more fitting for you, Jongsoeng?" He stepped forward, "If you hadn't been a coward with poor heartbroken 16 year old Y/N, we probably wouldn't be here and I'd be thankful I hadn't ever dated that bitch."

Heeseung couldn't comprehend what has happened in the next few moments. All he could recall if you had asked him now what happened, was a loud thud, his back against a wall, Jay's cat like eyes becoming deadly and Jake and Sunghoon's shocked faces.

"Don't you call her that, you insipid jackass." Jay snarled at the older man, with his hands gripping the collar of Heeseung's shirt tightly, whilst pressing him to the wall, "Don't you ever call her anything less than what you fucking are. A coward, and a cheat." Jay released his grip on Heeseung's shirt with a guffaw, before stepping out of the room, leaving behind an air of tension and fear.

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Your eyes scanned the room nervously, as you eased into the maroon hued armchair. The anxiety you held within you at the moment, was easily captured by the way you were fiddling with your fingers and biting your bottom lip until you tasted iron in your mouth.

It's just Jay, you reminded yourself, the man you've had a crush on since forever, it's just him.

"Keep biting that lip of yours and you're going to lose it." Jay chuckled, walking in with mugs of tea in his hand, "Still haven't lost that habit have you doll?"

"Well with you no longer there to remind me–" you graciously accepted the mug, noting carefully how his fingers brushed against yours, "–its become an addiction."

"Well, I'll make sure to write to you everyday not to bite your lip." He joked, making you laugh. God he looked heavenly, you thought, figure clad in his loose white button up, the one he wore to work, combined with a blue trouser which framed his thighs perfectly.

"You-you look good." You said, in a timid fashion, making Jay look up from his mug and smile at you.

"As do you, doll." He grinned. The cocoons in your stomach erupted into a thousand butterflies at the nickname. It was what he used to call you in high school, mainly to tease you, and partly (or rather secretly) to compliment your beauty.

"Heeseung asked me to apologise to you." Jay chuckled coldly, interrupting your train of thoughts, "Bastard came up to me at work and just bombarded me with requests." He looked up at you before continuing, "He wants you to know that he's broken up with the other girl, Yeo-Hee or whoever."

"Oh." You responded, not exactly knowing what a good response would be, "Well—good, I guess." You said, not adding anything until a few minutes of silence passed, "Does the idiot really think he can get me back with a simple apology?"

"He does." Jay set his mug down on the table, easing into his chair, "If it were me, I'd have written a thousand pages of poetry for you."

"You wouldn't have ever done what he did."

"Wouldn't I?" Jay's eyes perked up at you, shadowed with a kind of darkness you've never seen before.

"No you wouldn't." You responded, "I know you wouldn't, you're too...perfect for that."

"Perfect?" Jay laughed mockingly, "Y/N if I were perfect, we wouldn't be in this situation–" he didn't know where his words were coming from, "–and you'd have never married that fucker!"

Jay's sudden amplified voice made you flinch, you had heard that voice on only one occasion before and it was not a pretty thing to hear at all.

"Jay....."

"I'm sorry." Jay sighed, running his hand through his hair, "This is a mistake–I'll drop you off at home if you don't want this anymore-"

"Oh my God, you're an idiot." You said, stopping Jay's rambling and causing him to look up at you with confused eyes, "Do you really think I'll skip this just because you raised your voice?"

"No I meant–" Jay sighed again, getting up from his armchair suddenly and packing around the room, a habit he had from childhood, "–I know things aren't really sunshine and rainbows between us, and you probably don't feel comfy fucking someone who's been with you since high school so–fuck I'm rambling." He mumbled the last part under his breath, taking a deep breath, before continuing, "Y/N, what I want to say is–I'm sorry." He looked at you again, "I'm sorry for not being good enough for you, but please–" he knelt down in front of you, so you could be at eye level, "–forgive me, if you still can."

"Oh my god you idiotic dunce." You laughed at him, causing his expression to change to one of confusion.

Jay didn't have time to register what happened next, the only feeling his mind knew was the touch of your soft, familiar lips on his, the mere atoms that existed between you, now faded away as you ravaged each other, each attempt to get closer, an attempt of love and confusion.

"Fuck, doll," he groaned, your foreheads leaning against one another, his hands gripping the fabric on your waist. You looked up into his eyes, witnessing the inner battle reflected in his gaze as he grappled with the decision to restrain himself or not.

"Fuck it." He finally said, grabbing your face with his hands and pulling you towards him for yet another kiss.

He kissed you like he was dying, his body subconsciously reacting more to the kiss then he’d wish it to. He pulled your flush against him, his strong hands coming to cup your face, his shoulders shrugging in a futile attempt to have you closer. Jay opened his mouth, causing you to gasp at the feeling of his tongue against yours. Your mouth moved with his as if it was known to you; As if this was a dance you had practiced for years to perfect, as if the dance of your lips was a song that Jay had mastered just for you. 

"Jay I-" you hesitated for a moment, what if he didn't say it back?, "I love you." His eyes—the color of an intoxicating champagne—beckoned you over with nothing more than a tired smile.

"Oh sweetheart," Jay's hand brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to hear that."

His mouth hesitantly chased yours until you brushed your fingers through his hair and pulled him towards you, finally connecting your lips again. His touch was gentle, almost like he wanted to be careful with you. Yet, you wanted to breathe him in—lustfully addicted to the taste of his lips.

His palms laid flat against the curvature of your back whilst your hands grabbed at his collar, pulling him flush against you—the throbbing between your legs did anything but lessen with the close proximity.

Jay had never before tasted something sweeter; your saccharine lips fit so perfectly against his—he was convinced that they were made for him to kiss and caress. His cock stirred in his pants for he could only wonder how divine your cunt would taste on his tongue. Jay needed it all. he trailed his fingers up your front, pinning the fabric of his shirt over your tits. His fingertips dance across your skin as he detached his lips from yours.

"Wait Y/N–" Jay pulled away, leaving you chasing after him, "Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes," You breathed, pressing a kiss to his lips, "Fuck yes I want this."

Jay needed no more words from you as his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, as you kissed him back, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Wait a minute love." Jay mumbled into your ear. Slipping his arms beneath you, he lifted you into his arms, his hands squeezing your ass as you wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms round his neck for support. Jay led you to the adjacent room, presumably his bedroom, setting you down with care on his bed.

As soon as you were settled on the mattress, Jay's senses ravaged on you. His hands grabbed your face, pulling your lips against his in a passionate kiss. You could taste the bitterness in his mouth, perhaps from an afternoon shot of bourbon, the familiar scent of his cologne filling your senses. Jay's hands moved down your body, tracing the curves of your hips as he pulled you closer. As Jay's hands continued to explore your body, you couldn't help but sigh. "fuck Jay."

"Shh doll." Jay shushed you, "Let me take care of you, yeah?"

Your clothes quickly fell to a pile on the floor, and Jay's lips found your neck, leaving a trail of sweet but rough kisses. His touch was urgent and passionate, a release of the pent-up energy that had been building up all day.

Soon, he was pushing your underwear to the side, revealing your slick folds to him. The warm atmosphere of the room kissed your cunt with a breeze, eliciting a shallow gasp from you.

"Wet for me already, doll?" Jay smirked, his eyes travelling up and down your body, as if he was a saint worshiping his patron goddess. His low chuckle vibrated throughout your entire being, sending you into that same state you were in when you drank the aphrodisiac at Sunghoon's house. It was pathetic on your part that Jay had managed to get you like this without so much as sticking his fingers in you.

"Jay stop teasing-“ the words die on your tongue and you gasp for air, fingers pulling at his soft locks as he prods his fingers at your entrance. Your cunt sucked him in with ease—his long fingers fucking deep into your pussy. Your hand swiftly gripped the edge of the bedsheet until he placed his hand over yours—gently intertwining your fingers while you arch your back in pleasure.

Jay leaves one final kiss to your lips before leaning back and forcing your knee down with his left hand. He was locked in a trance, watching the way your pussy would gush every time his fingers would pump inside of you. His fingers rapidly disappeared past your folds as you cried out.

Your hands frailly clawed at his wrist, only to be swatted away while he kept his pace—eyes trained on your precious cunt.

With parted lips, you brought your gaze down to glance his fingers as they were buried knuckle-deep inside of you, you couldn’t even hint for him to stop, not that you wanted him to anyway. How could you? With the way he was beginning to curl his fingers forward, pushing against your slick walls, it was nearly impossible to push him away. The feeling alone forced a chain of whimpers from your mouth, only encouraging him to do more.

He continued to fuck you with his fingers, pushing and pulling them out of you with a growing sense of urgency. Eventually, he was leaning down to connect his lips with your nipple before beginning to suck on the sensitive bud with haste.

"Jay—ahhh." You draw out a raspy moan, feeling his tongue circle around your nipple, "Jay I—"

But before you could even finish your sentence, your larynx was screaming out his name like it was gospel, as you came messily all over his fingers. Jay smirked, as he gazed at your beautiful, fucked out face, his dick positively bursting from how much he wanted to absolutely ruin you.

"Eyes on me, doll." Jay commanded, you moved your pupils to face him. He looked absolutely breathtaking, towering above you. You winced as his fingers dug deep into your waist, he lifted you up with ease and propped you on top of him. Your positions were now switched, and you had no idea what to do.

"Go ahead and take my pants off." He told you. You happily obliged, your fingers were practically scrambling to unzip his pants, as you tore them off of his legs, revealing the cause of his earlier bulge. You hum at the sight of his cock, licking your lips as you swipe a thumb over the angry red tip, spreading a bead of precum over it, causing Jay to let out an almost inaudible moan.

"Now—" Jay sighed, hard enough from the feeling of your fingers on his length, "Be a good girl and ride my cock."

Your eyes widened at his words. You were delighted, of course, at the mere prospect of having his dick to yourself. Unfortunately for you, you had no idea how to tell him you didn't know how to do what he wanted you to do.

"I can't." You mumbled underneath your breath, causing Jay to chuckle.

"Speak up sweetheart, I can't hear you."

"I don't know to do it!" You said, more agressively than you had intended to say it. But Jay just laughed again, this time it was more of a mocking one than amused.

"Oh sweetheart." He extended a hand up to your face, cupping your cheek, his hand was warmer than your face so you melted into his touch, "Want me to help you?"

You did nothing but simply nod, feeling slightly ashamed and slightly insecure about the fact that your brain was telling you, you've disappointed him.

"What's going on in that brain of yours hmm?" Jay grabbed your hips pulling you down onto his stomach, "Scared, doll?"

"No—no!" You panicked, "It's just that—what if I don't...do it correct?"

"Doll, do you really think I'd be mad at that?" Jay raised a brow at you, which quickly turned into a expression of concern, "Did Heeseung ever do that to you?"

"Sometimes." You mumbled underneath your breath, "He'd get mad at me if I didn't know."

"Fucking bastard." Jay said, his hands gripped your hips tighter, as his eyes wandered all over your body. He couldn't bring himself to even comprehend how Heeseung could have behaved like that with you.

"I-I do know some things." You started, adjusting your body on Jay's stomach, "I know how to—" you paused, "—get on."

You felt your cheeks heat up rapidly as you internally slapped your forehead. Jay chuckled at your embarrassed expression, hands still digging into your hip.

"Alright then." Jay said, freeing his hands from your body, "Go on."

Sighing, Jay lies back down, hips going still. You shift yourself so that your pussy is lined up with his cock, using a hand to brush the tip against your folds, never going further than that. Jay lets out a whimper at the teasing sensation.

"Fuck doll—don't tease..." Jay sighs in pleasure, as you lift yourself up, hands on either of his shoulders. Both of you let out a collective, satisfied moan as you slowly sink down on his length, feeling it stretch open your cunt slow and steady. Jay groaned again as you gripped him tighter to balance yourself. His hands found their way back to your hips.

"shhh." Jay's big hands continued to roam around your body, one landing on the small of your back and the other massaging and cupping your tits. He used his hand on your back to push you down further.

"breathe, love, i'll help you." when you finally sank all the way down onto his cock, when Jay was finally buried balls-deep in your pretty little pussy, it felt so amazing because you were so so full.

No one had ever been so deep inside you. His cock was kissing your cervix, and it had your pussy clenching down on him so tightly that you thought it might be a little hard to move.

“Fuck.” You lift your hips, and slowly ease yourself down again. Lustful whimpers and moans escaped you as you slowly repeated your motions, feeling almost dizzy at the way his big cock was stretching you out. His dick felt so fucking good; hot and throbbing and aching to burst inside you.

Throwing whatever scrap of inhibition you have left, you raise your lower body before roughly slamming your ass back down. The harsh movement makes you cry out in pleasure. You start to move eagerly, not holding back any of your movements.

Once you got started, you couldn't stop the rhythm — up and down up and down up and down — until your vision began to blur from how fucking good it felt. His cock hits deep inside you, stretching out your tight little hole with every bounce.

Jay's view from below you was incredible. tits bouncing, head flung back, and moans pornographic — it was all enough to drive a man mad. he couldn't keep his hands off of you. whether they were gripping at your thighs to keep you warm on his dick, or gripping and pinching at your nipples, or running them over your back hard enough to leave scratch marks, they were constantly in motion — worshipping your beautiful body.

"You're so—fuck—pretty." Jay cooed at you, ignoring the sharp pain on his shoulders with how you were digging your nails into his skin, "be a good doll for me now."

You were straddling him, your head thrown back with both hands on his shoulders as you tried to keep a quick pace. He had his hands pressed deep into your hips, helping you move in a fluid motion. You felt him hit your sweet spot every time you made your way down, letting out tiny whimpers at the feeling.

"Fuck doll—" Jay moaned, he was loving the way you were using him for you own pleasure, "G-Good girl, you're a good girl for me aren't you?"

You couldn’t hold in the loud moan you had been holding in for a long time, feeling your stomach flutter at his words. You felt a slight burning in your thighs and you knew Jay's shoulders held tiny crescent shapes from how tight your grip had become. You felt one of Jay's hands move to your clit, rubbing small circles on the bundle of nerves.

A pathetic whimper escaped your lips as you felt a familiar fire burn in your core, edging ever closer as you drove yourself to the end of the tunnel. It didn't help that Jay perked his hips up, practically slamming his tip into the deepest crevices of your pussy and driving you insane as you finally came down.

Your moans grow louder, echoing on the walls as you feel the impending climax. "I'm cumming! Oh god, don't stop!" Each word is punctuated by a sharp intake of breath and a quivering sensation throughout your body. Your pussy gripped tightly around him, milking his cock with every thrust. Your legs tremble and your body shivers, wracked with pleasure as your orgasm crashes over you. "Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Gazing at your drunken being, Jay took the opportunity to harshly grab your hips, and bring you down underneath him. Your back hit the mattress roughly, as you felt nothing but his cum still in your walls.

You were awoken out of your cock-drunk stupor by the harmonious taste of Jay's lips, as he kissed you, his hands circling your breasts

His neck muscles strained as he deepened the kiss. You broke the kiss as you looked down at him, your breathing uneven. The low lighting making him look absolutely ravishing. Freshly kissed lips made them redder as his eyes droopy from the lust behind them, looking at you.

"Jay please..." You trailed off, feeling exhausted from the expert riding lesson.

"Please what doll?" Jay chuckles into your neck, his tip teasing your labia. "Jay–need—your cock." You throat out. The room felt like it was spinning at a fast rate as Jay chuckled again. His cologne was like poison to you, wrapping you in tight corridors of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck, you're such a dumb doll for me aren't you?” he prompts, moving closer. He spits into his hand, pumping the moisture over his cock before positioning himself above you. You whimper as his tip touches your labia, he wasn't giving you what you wanted anytime soon, and you were getting impatient.

"Jay—" you say his name like a prayer your tongue had memorised, "—Jay, please..."

"Dumb fucking doll." Jay muttered under his breath, gripping your chin with his two fingers. He went in for a filthy, messy kiss, before you were cry out, the feeling of him pushing into you driving you mad.

Taking his dick between one hand, Jay slapped your ass in the other as he rubbed out the red imprint beginning to spread beneath his fingers. You vulnerably flinched at the feeling, letting a low moan out as you squeezed your eyes shut.

Rubbing his sensitive tip against your pussy, he hissed through his teeth at the feeling before lining himself up with your entrance. Holding your hips in his hands, he gripped his fingers on your skin as he pushed himself inside of you between your folds, equally pulling your hips back on his cock, your warmth instantly wrapping around him as your lips parted at the feeling, letting a moan out into the bed.

Waves of pleasure accompany the sting of the stretch, and your eyes flutter as he rocks slowly into you. He’s watching the way his cock splits you open, low grunts coming from deep in his chest. He shifts, one hand pressing on your lower stomach, thumb swirling over your clit. you cry out, head falling back onto the pillows. The other hand lifts one of your legs, pushing it towards your chest.

"Jay–ah-ahh" You moaned loudly, holding onto his biceps and burying your face into the crook of his neck. His hand slid in between your bodies, reaching down to your clit and rubbing rough circles, increasing the immense amount of pleasure you were experiencing.

Jay’s thrusting became faster, harder, like a man starved. His grasp on your chin returned to your hips. As Jay rolled back slightly, sitting on his knees, he brought your hips to meet his, your back still on the bed. From this angle he has full control over your body, not that he hadn’t before. But now he could control his thrusts, making them sharper, harder. Beneath him, your eyes screw shut in pleasure, consumed by his ministrations. You look beautiful like this, he thought.

Cheeks red, hair a mess, sweat glistening on your skin, he had been a fool not to have claimed you as his before. His wife, he thought, his and his only. "Ohh fuck!" You whined, feeling Jay's cock drill into you, hitting that perfect spot in your tight cunt. You were powerless underneath him, his balls slapping against your pussy with each thrust, his hands snaking around your thighs to wrap your legs around his waist as he pounded into you. He groaned in pleasure, leaning down and softly nibbling your earlobe,

"god, you're fucking amazing." His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he picked up the pace, his cock slamming into you with increasing intensity. He was merciless, taking what he wanted, dominating your body perfectly.

Jay's fingers dig deeper into my skin as he pounds into you, his dick was slamming against your most sensitive spot with every thrust. His hands slide up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls my head back

"you're gonna look so pretty when you're all full of me, doll," he moans out and grabs your hips tightly with his rough hands, holding you in place as he slams into you.

Jay's hand slides from your hip to your clit, his fingers rubbing against it in slow, deliberate circles. You moan, your body trembling beneath him as he continues to thrust into you, his thick cock filling you completely.

His fingers move faster, his touch becoming more insistent as he rubs your clit, his movements matching the rhythm of his hips.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling with every touch, every thrust. Jay's breath is hot against your ear, his voice husky with desire as he whispers sweet nothings against your skin.

You came hard and threw your eyes back, twisting your body and separating yourself from Jay's mouth in a desperate search for air. His chest was heaving, his skin was flushed and sweaty, your sex was still eagerly sucking the other's length that kept burying itself to the bottom in you, and then leaving and entering again as if it were predestined for that.

"Fuck, you're so hot." Jay moaned loudly, as he felt your pussy suffocate his length, "Fuck—you want my cum sweetheart?"

"Jay—oh fuck!" You gasped loudly, "N-Need your cum–please."

Jay groaned, you saw his Adam's apple protrude in his throat and you gasped, feeling him move slightly in your pussy.

"that's it doll, cum for me, fuck—just like that." He drawled out in a lazy whisper.

Jay rested his forehead on your collarbone and let out several low moans before cumming inside you. After recovering from the orgasm, he stood up again between your legs with a sigh, looked at your union dripping with fluids and came out of you, putting the semen that flowed from your entrance back inside with his fingers, making sure that everything stayed trapped inside you.

A painful emptiness was left in you when Jay slowly pulled out, with a train of curses escaping from his mouth, as he lay down next to you. You both lay in silence, with the only sound being the sound of your laboured breathing.

"So—" Jay broke the silence, "—what now?"

"What now?" You asked the same question back, with a slight chuckle as Jay smiled at you, "Do you want to get up or do you want to stay here for some more time?"

"I'd prefer the latter." He answered, scooting himself closer to you, "Unless you want to take a bath?"

You hummed in response, taking the invite to wrap yourself in his arms. Evidently, neither of you were interested in leaving the bedroom.

"Jay?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too doll."

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[kingofpopmj]

Conscious Decision

Part 6

July 16th, 1988

*Y/N’s POV*

The air was tense, Michael and I stood inches apart, half naked, since only moments ago we were ripping our clothes off. Every time we met each other’s gaze, quickly we looked elsewhere. We were seconds away from sleeping together for the first time and now we’re quiet and still, practically frozen in time. Michael’s palms still resting on my hips, every few minutes I felt his fingers gently squeeze my skin. My hands slid down from his shoulders as I wrapped them around his torso, resting my head on his bare chest.

“Y/N?” Michael’s voice sounded afraid and it was only then I realized how much time had passed in silence. “Are you going to give me an answer?”

“Are you serious? You’re actually proposing? It wasn’t just something that came out in the heat of the moment?”

“Of course I’m serious. Why not?”

“What do you mean why not?”

“I mean I’m thirty, remember the Grammy’s pact a few years back?”

“Pact?”

“Yes, you said we should promise to get married if we weren’t with anyone else by the time we’re thirty.”

“Michael, that was a joke, I was embarrassed because I told you how much you meant to me and you— you didn’t say anything.” I looked away from him, focusing on the ivory wallpaper that covered the room. “We just started dating, after years of hurting each other with mixed signals. We’re finally together..”

“Yeah, but the promise. The pact.”

“So, that’s why you want to get married?”

“Yeah, why not?” He shrugged.

“Why not?” I shook my head. “A proposal shouldn’t be thrown out on a whim, or a halfhearted pact, you should ask because you want to get married. And it’s okay if you aren’t ready, because I—” Michael spun around, running out of the room not even bothering to listen to what I had to say. “Well, that’s rude. Where are you going?”

I crossed my arms following his trail, I found him shoving things around the closet in a panic, eventually, reappearing with one of his suitcases. He aggressively threw it on the floor, scrambling through it before pulling out a small black box.

He pushed the suitcase to the side, stepping forward to stand in front of me, he smiled brightly, leaving a kiss on my nose, then he lowered himself down onto one knee.

“Mich—”

“I’ve carried this ring around with me since I was eighteen.” He whispered. “It was the first big purchase I made, because for years I dreamt about it. I dreamt about you, about us.”

“In this moment, it doesn’t matter how long it took me not to be afraid. How long it took me to tell you I loved you. How long it took me to ask you to be my girl. I’ll kick myself for the rest of my life because of it, but I’ve learned so much from my stupidity as well— I don’t want to waste time. I refuse to waste another second.”

“Michael—”

“You need to know I never doubted my love for you. I was never unsure when it came to you. In fact, you’re the only thing I’ve ever been sure of. I only doubted myself— I was only unsure of myself because I never thought I’d be enough for you. I never thought I deserved you, I still don’t. If I wasn’t enough for you, nothing and no one else mattered— no one compares. I rather be alone. But, I’ve learned that it’s not about any of that. It’s about choosing one another, choosing to be enough and choosing to grow together.”

“You are enough, you’re more than enough.” I choked out.

“Because I’ve finally chosen to be enough.” He answered simply— confidently. “After years and years of pulling you in just to push you away, I’m choosing from now until my last moment on this earth— I choose you. My heart, my soul, my mind choose you. I’ve always been yours. This ring is just a formality at this point.” He quietly laughed. “Y/N, I love you, I love you so much. Will you marry me?”

Slowly, I knelt down in front of him, trying to compose myself enough to get any words out. Our eyes glassy, the sound of our breathing being taken over by sniffling as we reached out for each other with trembling hands.

“I adore you.” I cupped his face, leaning in to kiss him. The tears were falling down my face uncontrollably, causing the words to get stuck in my throat. “I love you. Michael, you’re everything. My everything. I love you so much. I’m yours. I always have been.”

“Is that a yes?” He spoke loudly, holding my face, his eyes frantically studying my expression.

“Y-yes!” My voice failing me as I answered him. Michael pulled me into him tightly, leaving kisses all over my face with intense speed.

“Come here!” Michael shouted, jumping to his feet and pulling me up with him. “Honey, you’re trembling.”

“I was not expecting a proposal.”

“I’m glad I could surprise you.” He smiled, wiping my tears away with his thumb. “I should probably put this on you now. What do you think?” I nodded eagerly, holding out my shaky hand.

He brought my hand to his lips, leaving a kiss before sliding the ring on my finger. No words felt sufficient in describing how I was feeling. I felt his arms tighten around my waist lifting me off the floor, quickly I wrapped my legs around him, we took in the moment— this moment.

The thumping of his heartbeat, the scent of his aftershave, the smoothness of his skin, the curve of his lips. My focus moved from his lips to his eyes. He’s looking back at me, adoringly, with that gaze that’s reserved for only me. I’ll never understand what I did to deserve him, but I know I’ll never take him for granted.

Michael’s palms rested firmly against my butt, a flirtatious smile spread across his face, I sent him a wink provoking him just enough to continue. He playfully shook his head at me before throwing me onto the bed and jumping on top of me. He buried his face in my neck, tickling me with his tongue, with Michael distracted I decided to tease him further. I let my touch linger as my palms slowly moved down his toned chest and abs. I tucked my fingers into his waistband, tugging at his bottoms, quickly gaining Michael’s attention. As we stared into each other’s eyes, we communicated exactly how we were feeling without a single word.

He crashed his lips into mine, kissing me hard, kissing me with purpose. We quickly tore off any remaining clothing, throwing it on the floor. Michael rolled, pulling me on top of him as he fell back into the mattress, being on top of him gave me a strong adrenaline rush. He fit perfectly between my thighs. His hands were grazing across every inch of my body, spending extra time caressing my breasts, causing me to giggle against his lips. I took his erection into my hand, pumping his thick member, he’s larger than I thought was possible.

“Are you sure?” He asked me breathlessly, licking his lips. “Because we can wait.”

“Do you want to wait?” I asked, he aggressively shook his head no.

“Sweetheart, I just want you to be sure.” He spoke with his eyes squeezed shut.

“I’m completely naked, straddling my very sexy, very naked fiancé. I’d say I’m pretty sure.”

“I just—”

I refused to let him finish his sentence. I wanted him, maybe even more than he wanted me. Taking a deep breath, I lowered myself feeling his tip push through my folds, desperate to take him whole, his infinite inches massaging my insides in the process. It sent sparks throughout my body, which was overwhelming. My heartbeat only increased as I watched his eyes rolled back. Slowly, I began rolling my hips, loving every second of Michael loosing his mind beneath me.

“Oh wow.” Michael muttered.

“Oh sorry, did you want to wait?” I teased, lifting myself off of him nonchalantly.

“God no!” He spoke sternly, his hands gripping my sides, keeping me close. “You’re not going anywhere.”

July 17th, 1988

I woke up to the sound of the TV, we must have forgotten to turn it off last night. My cheek against Michael’s bare chest, our legs tangled underneath the sheets and the butterflies in my stomach. This is how I’d wake up everyday for the rest of my life.

“You awake?” Michael muttered, running his fingers up and down my back.

“Yes.”

“Last night was fun.” I could practically hear him smiling ear to ear. “It was perfect.”

“It was.” I smiled, leaving a kiss on his chest.

“I don’t want to move. I don’t want to leave you.”

“Me either.”

“I cancelled all my press junk for this morning and I have the next six days off.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to. Plus, we’re telling my mom today.” He happily stated, playing with the ring around my finger.

“Michael, should we tell people yet?”

“We don’t have to tell people. My mom isn’t people.”

“Do you think she’ll be happy?”

“She’s going to be ecstatic.”

I sat up, shifting my body to straddle him, feeling him so close felt exhilarating and I found myself wanting him again. I briefly inspected all of the dark purple marks that now littered his neck and chest. Last night was incredible. My heart felt full as his beautiful bright smile took over his face. I admired the man laying before me, leaving kisses on each hickey, until I finally reached his perfect lips.

“Y/N, baby, if you keep kissing me like that we’re not gonna leave this room for weeks.”

“That’s my master plan silly.”

“I can’t believe you’re my fiancée.” Michael said, smiling against my lips.

“You better believe it.” I shot him a big grin before hopping off the bed.

“Where are you going?” He whined, reaching out, trying to pull me back in.

“I’m going to shower.” I slowly tip toed to the doorway leading to the bathroom before dropping the sheets that once covered my body. “Aren’t you going to join me fiancé?”

“I’m up!” He shouted, jumping up, throwing the covers off himself and sprinting towards me.

I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Michael to finish getting ready. We’re supposed to meet Katherine soon, but Michael disappeared into the spare room almost an hour ago, to say I was worried was an understatement. I didn’t want to bother him, sometimes he needs to be alone with his thoughts. I did my best to respect that, so I waited until we absolutely had to leave. Finally, I built up the courage to knock on the door.

“Come in.”

“Hi babe.” I smiled at the sight of him sitting by the window, wearing a lettermen jacket and jeans, his favorite ray bans concealing his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He answered apathetically, not even looking at me, the room felt cold, he felt cold, I could feel him putting walls up and that made me nervous.

“I’m sorry for interrupting.” I spoke softly, stepping back, closing the door quietly.

Michael does this. He goes through things and it takes him a while to open up about it. He goes at his own speed, if you push him to talk before he’s ready he’ll run. It’s hard to get him back after that, so I give him his space— no matter how much it hurts.

I stared at the clock, watching time continue to pass by. We’re late to meet Katherine, twenty-five minutes late to be exact. Suddenly, I heard a door open, followed by footsteps, I jumped up so fast I got dizzy. I hoped he’d be in a better mood— I hoped he’d talk to me if he was ready. I hoped.

“Let’s go.” Michael muttered, walking by the room, he didn’t slow down, he didn’t even look my way. I stood, watching the doorway for a moment, feeling like maybe it’s me. Maybe I did something wrong. I raced to catch up with him, only to find an empty living room. Surprisingly, when I opened the front door, Michael was standing by the elevator, holding it open with his arm.

I walked quickly down the hall, the closer I got to Michael the more anxious I felt. Once I was within arms reach, he grabbed my hand intertwining our fingers. When the doors shut, Michael jumped up, pulling the emergency lever. The elevator violently jerked, coming to a hard stop, as I tried to adjust to the situation, I was pressed up against the wall by Michael.

“I need you.” He said breathlessly.

“Michael—” he stopped me mid sentence, lifting up my dress. “Wait.”

“What is it?”

“Camera.” I answered pointing behind him. He scanned the small space, taking off his jacket and covering the lenses.

“Now, where were we?” Michael kissed me deeply, sucking on my lips, I hungrily pushed back, his back crashing into the key pad. My hands rested delicately on either side his neck, fingers grazing his sharp jawline. He pulled me closer, spinning me around, trapping me in between himself and the wall. A panicked voice spoke through the small speaker as Michael unbuttoned his pants, lifting up my dress. He smacked the key pad out of frustration never removing his focus from me. He roughly grabbed my thigh, raising it just enough to give himself access to the part of me he was so desperate to feel. His smooth skin against mine, as his fingers became tangled in my hair. His moans drove me wild. I slid my hand under his shirt, caressing his back and slowly dragging my fingernails across his sweaty skin, he clenched his teeth sucking in a deep breath.

“I love when you do that.”

“Good because it’s going to leave a mark.”

“Mark me up baby.”

I cried out Michael’s name so loud I was sure the entire hotel could hear us, but I felt no shame. The elevator was noticeably rocking, making different clinking sounds, that would normally cause alarm, but we didn’t care and by his movements I could tell Michael loved it. He loved the chaos— the recklessness. I felt his soft lips along my neck and cheek as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

“I’m— oh god.” Michael moaned, a warm sensation erupting between us, our connection feeling stronger than ever. He rested his forehead against my shoulder, squeezing me lightly, his arms snaking around my waist. He kept me pressed against him, taking his time to break away from me, I massaged his scalp, wanting nothing else but this. I wanted him and only him. We desperately gasped for air in the small space that was now hot and stuffy.

“I’ve never been so hooked on anything.” Michael said with a low giggle. “But you— I’m addicted.”

We stepped off the elevator as if nothing unusual took place, walking onto the rooftop restaurant, the sunlight shining brightly as we tried to locate Katherine.

“There you are!” A sweet voice hollered, I felt arms wrap around me from behind, briefly lifting me off the ground, I turned my head coming face to face with Janet.

“Oh my goodness! What are you doing here?” I pulled her into the tightest hug.

“Just came to see my big brother perform and to see you. Mostly to see you.” She winked, laughing when Michael rolled his eyes at her comment.

“The only reason I came to visit him was to hang out with you.” I teased.

“Oh honey, I’m the best Jackson. Michael is just a decoy.” She declared, pulling us along with her to a secluded area where we found Katherine sitting at a long table accompanied by Joe and the rest of Michaels’ family. This was a lovely surprise.

“Look who I found!” Janet announced, using her goofy voice, I covered my face, hiding my laughter as she continued to dance around Michael and I.

“Oh my goodness!” I felt a tug at my arm. “What is this?” Janet questioned, staring at my hand.

“Is that what I think it is!” Katherine spoke up, looking over at Michael. I was panicking to say the least. I don’t know if this is how he wanted to tell them our news or if he was even expecting the rest of his family to be in attendance.

“No way!” I heard Marlon shout.

“Finally.” Jermaine rolled his eyes, Tito and Jackie wasted no time throwing pieces of fruit at him.

“Seriously?” Latoya screeched, jumping out of her seat.

“Are you guys?” Janet’s voice was shaky, her eyes watery as she scanned my face expectantly. “Are you finally going to be my sister! Like officially?”

I glanced over at Michael, hopeful that he’d speak up for us, but he stayed silent, staring back at me, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Michael!” Katherine pestered him impatiently. He didn’t look away, moving behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist with a big smile.

“I’m so happy you could all be here. It makes this special moment— a true celebration.” Michael paused, tucking his face into the crook of my neck, temporarily hiding his tears, then proceeding. “It’s no secret that I’ve been madly in love with this incredible woman my whole life. I couldn’t wait any longer, so without further ado, my wonderful family that I love dearly— even Jermaine. Y/N and I are engaged.”

“AHH!” Janet screamed, jumping up and down before pulling Michael and I into a bear hug. Fairly quickly everyone left their seats, congratulating us— everyone except Joe.

“Mom, no, don’t cry.” Michael cooed, hugging her tightly, trying to console her.

“Welcome to the family.” Marlon pulled me into his chest. “I always rooted for you two. I’m so excited you’re gonna be my sister-in-law.”

“Thank you Marlon.”

“Okay, okay! Out of my way. I need to hug my new daughter-in-law.” Katherine pushed everyone out of her path, to reach me, once I saw her I began to loose it. I hugged her tightly, allowing the tears to fall. Besides marrying the love of my life— having Katherine as a mother-in-law, is just— it’s indescribable. I have so much love and respect for her.

“Alright, everyone. Let’s sit.” Katherine spoke wiping away her tears. “I love when all my babies are together.”

Michael pulled my chair out, leaving a kiss on my temple before taking the seat next to me. I was overwhelmed with the response from the Jackson bunch— it meant the world to me.

“You’re having her sign a prenup.” Joe finally grunted, his phrasing sounding like a statement more so than a question. The table fell silent. Katherine swatted his shoulder, mumbling something in his ear.

“She is signing a prenup!” He barked, slamming his hand on the table, causing me to flinch against my will.

“Dad, we can discuss this later.” Michael said calmly.

“No, we’re discussing it right now.” He retorted. “This is a dynasty. A dynasty that I built and I’ll be damned if I have to sit back and watch as some outsider tears it apart.”

“Y/N, grew up with us, she’s hardly an outsider.” Rebbie spoke up.

“I am not talking to you.” Joe said sternly. I had no idea what to do, feeling offended was the least of my problems at the moment.

“If I choose to go down that path, then I will discuss it with Y/N, but I don’t see that happening because it’s not a concern to me.”

“It’s a concern to me!”

“Well, your concern is irrational and irrelevant.” Michael spat back staring daggers at his father.

“Don’t you dare get brave with me boy. Have you forgotten that I made you who you are? I made all of you work hard. I made you talented. I made all of you what you are. So if you think I’m gonna be silent while some— some gold digger—“

“Y/N is not a gold digger!” It was in this moment I became even more thankful for our seclusion. I exchanged worried looks with a few of Michael’s siblings, their young children looking scared as they witnessed their grandfather’s episode.

“I know a gold digger when I see one!” Joe shouted pointing at me with unmatched hatred. Goodness, this man basically watched me grow up, yet here he is acting as if I just walked in off the street and infiltrated his family.

“Y/N isn’t.” Jermaine’s voice shocked everyone, but he continued anyway. “She’s a good woman. She’s grown up with us. She’s no stranger. She cares about Michael the person— she’s not infatuated with Michael the star. Also, she makes her own money, she’s a surgeon, she works just as hard, if not harder than us. She’s intelligent. She kind. She’s basically family already. Most importantly, Y/N can support herself, she doesn’t need Michael, she chooses him there’s a difference.”

“Doctor.” Joe spoke at me. “You went to medical school, I assume that’s expensive. You’re in debt.”

“Is that a question?” I asked confidently, careful not to piss him off further, but at the same time not caring much. If this man wasn’t Michael’s father I wouldn’t even give him the time of day.

“You don’t have to answer to him.” Michael whispered, I squeezed his hand, letting him know I could hold my own.

“Yes.” Joe replied rolling his eyes.

“No.” I answered shortly, staring back at him.

“I don’t believe that. How’d you pay it off?”

“I had jobs all throughout pre-med, which is four years, and throughout medical school, which for me was three years. I remained at the top of my class, allowing me to apply for many scholarships. When I graduated— with honors might I add, since I worked hard and studied hard, hospitals from all over the country were interested in me and what I could bring to their team. I chose the hospital that I always wanted to work for, they covered my moving costs, gave me a generous salary bump and paid off all my loans.”

Joe looked at me blankly, as if he was trying to call my bluff, so I smiled at him “Can we move on now?” I asked politely.

“I say when we move on!” He snapped, slamming his fist on the table.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Michael huffed at his father. “You’re not going to speak to her like that.”

“How much do you make?” He spoke in such a belittling tone it was tough to keep my cool.

“I make—”

“She makes enough. You will not disrespect her. Do you understand?” Michael interrupted, standing from his seat.

“Okay, let’s calm down.” Janet spoke soothingly.

“This is the thanks I get for making you successful?” Joe asked rhetorically, pushing off of his chair.

“You helped us showcase our talents. You didn’t make us talented. You didn’t make us successful. God gave us our gifts. We became what we are today because people appreciated them.”

“I know a parasite when I see one.”

“I hope for your sake that you aren’t referring to my fiancée.” Michael spat.

“Oh, did I offend you dear?” Joe said sarcastically.

“No. I’d have to respect someone in order for them to have such an effect on me.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, I’d have to respect someone—”

“I heard you!” He shouted, looking at me in disbelief, I wasn’t sure if I went too far, but I guess it’s too late for that. “You’re going to let this girl talk to me like that?” He looked at Michael.

“Her name is Y/N. And given everything you’ve said today, she’s not the only one that has lost respect for you.”

“Wow. This what I get for trying to get to know your soon to be wife.” Joe turned on his heel, walking away, mumbling something along the lines of loosing his appetite.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart.” Katherine spoke softly. “If it helps, I’ve never seen anyone stand their ground against Joe like you did.”

“It’s not a problem.”

“Well, most of us— the best of us are very happy for you two.” Jackie cheered, leading everyone to join in. The adults raising their glasses, the kids raising their cups in celebration of the occasion.

“Also, before I forget, for the wedding, I’m gonna need a plus three, I can’t decide between all the lovely ladies chasing after me. I’d hate to disappoint.” Randy said, prompting all his brothers to tease him for being such a liar.

The rest of brunch went on smoothly. The Jackson’s truly know how to party. They made me feel so welcome— so loved. I was beyond blessed. We made our way back to Michael and I’s shared suite. I was on the balcony with Michael’s sisters and he was in the living room with his brothers.

“I’m maid of honor right?” Latoya asked.

“In your dreams!” Janet interjected, throwing a pillow at her sister.

“What kind of dress are you wearing.” Rebbie asked excitedly.

“I’m not sure. I haven’t gone to try any on yet.”

“Where are you guys going to have the wedding?”

“Is bubbles going to be the best man?”

“Oh! What about a Neverland wedding?”

“If I’m not maid of honor, can I be the flower girl?”

I looked back at the three of them overwhelmed, unable to choose which question to answer first. Every time I was about to speak they threw a dozen more questions at me.

“Hi ladies.” Michael made his presence known, stepping out onto the balcony with a smile.

“Can I sing at your wedding?” Latoya requested, looking at Michael and I.

“Using the term sing loosely I see.” Janet commented, earning an eye roll from her sister.

“I need to talk to Y/N.” Michael announced.

“No, you see her all the time.” Rebbie retorted, crossing her arms.

“Can you please give us a moment?”

“Fine. You always hog her.” Rebbie spoke, his three sisters walked to the door, teasing Michael on the way out. He watched them leave, closing the door after them, making sure we could speak without any eavesdroppers.

“Y/N, baby?”

“Yes?”

“I want us to get married.”

“Me too.”

“I had this phone call with Bill earlier and he kept saying all this nonsense.” He paced the stone floor, rubbing the back of his neck. “It all made me so angry.”

“I’m sorry that happened.” I pulled him down to sit next to me, kissing his cheek.

“No. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I know I shut you out earlier this morning. I was just so mad at Bill, little did I know my dad would push me over the edge.”

“It’s okay.”

“I want to marry you.”

“I know I heard you the first time. I want to marry you too.”

“No, you’re not understanding.” He moved, sitting on the coffee table in front of me. “Now, let’s do it right now. Today.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure that I don’t want to go another second not being your husband.”

“How would we pull it off?”

“We’ve got my crazy family here to help us.” He chuckled lightly, stroking my cheek. “What do you think?”

“I think—” I leaned closer to him. “I think I want to marry you today.”

There it is! Fun fact: I rewrote this over three times! I think you will all appreciate this cliffhanger more. Lol

The first draft I decided to change because I just wasn’t feeling it at all. Plus, it was going to make you guys hate me too much.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!! I loved writing this chapter. Thank you so much for reading 🫶🏻

[amberedcorpse]

@madeh0rror - Ciphra is there and not there with Billie. (Closed|Starter)

Her father’s house was a hard place to visit now, with too many memories wallpapered up the walls, even clustered across the sheets of fine dust. Dark, shadowed by lights that’d stopped working since his passing two to three years ago. It was a monument to everything he’d held together in life, and always in his own haphazard way. Like the cords only he knew how to make work, like their relationship, or his relationship with anyone really. She tried all of the temporary switches which he’d never covered or replaced, checked the cables behind every appliance he’d ever cured with ample helpings of tape. None of them would turn on anymore, and a part of her wondered how they ever did. He’d always made it look so easy, but was there actual magic behind that ritualized innovation? Had every extension cord been a pact with something beyond the surge of electricity? If ever there was a sorcerer in her family she could have believed it was him. 

Night crept through the windows, but it had already been with her down in the basement. With nothing more than a flashlight to guide her, she stepped through the mess of useless contraptions, picking through shelves upon shelves of different sized gears. This place would never be hers, not really. Billie had inherited the building, but not its spirit. It was still his nest of wiry garbage, and no matter how much she’d scrapped from it already, the hoard only grew before her very eyes. Impossibly so. She had already come to terms with that reality a few months after his accident, but every so often she’d circle back to check, lured by the sad crowing of an empty home. Its doors open, waiting to shelter someone– not her, but him. 

At least this would give her another chance to find trinkets for herself, maybe set pieces for her own designs. One of these gears should probably fit her new statuette of whirring parts. 

Billie had shifted her grasp on the flashlight, trying to focus on the little bronze piece between her fingers, when she suddenly noticed the spread of goosebumps up her arm. No longer centered on her hand she realized she’d been sweating against the stark cold all the while, as if she were shocked or raving with adrenaline. She blinked a few times, let go of the flimsy thing and felt the patter of her heartbeat. Why was she anxious? Was she anxious? Another wave of something crashed through her and she turned around, believing someone would be there though all around her was as still and quiet as ever. There was nothing there.

But nothing does not necessarily mean nothing. Her eyes twitched and she rubbed them with the back of her free hand. Nothing there does not mean nothing there.

[another-lost-mc]

sorry if this has been answered/asked already, but how would Karasu act with a yan MC?? maybe not a violent yan if that's not your style, more so a bit jealous or obsessive and searches for any info on him they can?? love ur writing [especially ur Karasu writing!! hes such a cool character!!] btw!! have a good day!!

NB!Karasu has heart eyes and he’s proposing on the spot. /hj

OG!Karasu is a bit more guarded at first until he understands what yan!MC is up to.

c/w: obsessive behaviour

Yan!MC isn’t going to be openly flirty with him. When he notices them searching his name or asking the AI questions about him, he’s mostly confused

He’s really not sure how to react so he watches curiously at first, and more attentively later when he realizes MC’s interest in him intensifies over time

He expects MC to take the chance to approach him at one of Diavolo’s parties, but they don’t. He sees them staring at him from a short distance away, and he can practically hear their heart pounding. He introduces himself hesitantly, and there’s something charming about the way MC’s voice cracks when they stutter out a nervous greeting of their own

(He can feel their eyes on him the rest of the night and his skin prickles with anticipation, but he’s not sure what he’s waiting for)

He checks MC’s device data at work the next day and notices they took some photos of him at the party—a lot of photos. The best one, a side profile shot of him unobstructed by other guests, is their home screen wallpaper now

MC’s searches become more specific and obscure: what do crow demon forms look like, do crows mate for life, what does a crow demon’s cock look like—

He’s still confused because the attention is invasive but oddly flattering

(He should be repulsed but he’s not)

If/when they end up in a proper relationship, MC fixates on Karasu and whether he’s made pacts with other humans before (he hasn’t) and if he’ll make one with them

Karasu and MC sort of amplify the possessive, jealous natures they both have. They spend a lot of time together at his nest where they can be alone without anyone else

[if-seal]

if seal i have a big scene i need to write that is Very Important but i only manage to procrastinate away time when i try to write it!! what should i do :(

Dear Friend with a Scene of Much Importance,

Did you know that elephant seals sleep at 1200 feet while doing "sleep spirals" during dives? One might think that this is procrastination, but it is very important to catch up on rest when you're in the cold reaches of the ocean and need to avoid orcas.

Which is to say, sometimes writing does not look like writing.

Sometimes it looks like moving your body in a way that suits you, or going outside and touching grass (or water, if you're me), or reading a bit of a book or playing a bit of a game that inspires you.

Please do not beat yourself up for finding this hard because shame is bad for everyone and no amount of guilt will get words on the page. Those of us who are chronically ill or neurodiverse will know that if we don't take any time to rest, we won't be able to outswim those orcas.

But, yes, there is still that blank page and if you want to swim through this scene to reach the tasty squid on the other side, you will need to fill up that page.

Is there something about your work environment that you can change? Something as simple as changing up your computer's wallpaper or how your text editor looks can trick your brain into getting into gear. Some dear writer friends with ADHD have sworn by Stimuwrite - you could try it out. Writing in the bath can get stodgy sometimes so I slither out to my local river and enjoy the sound of the breeze and birds out there while I write. (My roommate @hpowellsmith goes to the local coffee shop which, blech, coffee?)

Do you have your scene planned out on paper, on a flowchart, or as bullet points - whatever suits you? Prepare it like a delicious meal by breaking it up into smaller, manageable chunks to eat more easily. The more certainty you have about what your Very Important Scene will contain, the easier it will be to get the words down.

You could also code the scene in small chunks before you do any writing so that you are not having to juggle writing and coding at the same time.

Are you happy with what your scene is doing? Maybe there's something about it that is a little too complicated, or there's something that seemed like a great idea when you were first planning, or there's a bit where the player is being pushed around by the plot in a way you didn't intend at first, or the characters feel out of your control. Maybe there's something you could trim to simplify things.

Take a look at what you've currently got in the scene and if there's anything you're unhappy with, change it - better to do that now than while you're writing it or when editing.

Can you write the scene in a different order than how you're trying to do it right now? You could start at the middle or end instead of the beginning of the scene. Sometimes starting at the end can make it feel less overwhelming and you'll get a better idea of where you're going.

Finally, try using small targets, whether that's time, wordcount, or how far you are through your scene. Five minutes of writing is a small amount but it is still five minutes well spent and maybe you will want to do another five once you're done. Make a pact with writer friends to write a particular amount and check in with them afterwards; give yourself a reward when you reach your manageable target; make a tick chart or a sticker chart or have little snack rewards.

(Don't spend all day researching notepaper and fountain pens to make the tick chart look beautiful though! I beg you!)

Something I have noticed when rereading my work is that I remember when a scene was truly horrible to write. I remember the points of my games when I needed to lie on the bathroom floor and groan about it and wave my flippers feebly.

But readers will not notice. They will just fall in love with your game about a gay selkie finding love and drama while living in a lighthouse. And when the huge complicated Very Important scene when the storm happens and the shipwreck is dependent on the equipment you've chosen and the people you have with you... they will be so excited.

It won't be a worse scene for having been tough to write: it may even be better.

And if you need to lie and groan a bit, that's OK. Just remember that you CAN swim through it.

[walterthejoseph]

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Imp Demon/Reader {NSFW}

Length: 3,355

Main Themes: BDSM, power dynamics, cum eating

Other Warnings: blood, overstimulation, pain

All images in moodboard are free to use/remix images or are mine

Happy Halloweeeeeen :D (a day early) I'll make a small illustration for this later!

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Orange light danced against the peeling white wallpaper, giving everything the illusion of movement, of crawling. The candles embraced the circle in a patient ring of fire. Eventually, when you were ready and had steeled yourself, you read the words aloud in a fine whisper, filling the room with infernal words that commanded ancient authority. Even as you closed your eyes the words came easy. You had memorized them just for the occasion.

Finally, when you opened your eyes, the room was dark. You waited with bated breath and growing excitement straining against underwear and robe. There was nothing for several seconds. Then the room trembled and the symbol glowed and hummed. A thick, clawed hand rose from the floor like an invisible portal to Hell. Held breath escaped your lungs.

She drug herself out of the floor onto her knees and sank down, a wicked clubbed tail lashing behind her into the dark. The candles sluggishly re-lit themselves and you placed a hand to your hammering heart. The demon smiled.

“Must be something real important to summon me,” she said.

You opened your mouth and then closed it, brows knitting together. You could see now, in the orange glow, that she was not what you had meant to summon. You slipped down to your knees and looked from the book to the devil in the glowing circle. She was small, no bigger than four and a half feet, with two thick horns decorated in intricate, lace-like designs. Her head was pale yellow, made toasty in the light, which became more blood-orange the further you followed her curved body. But you were most drawn to the pale blue stripes lining her thin, deer-like legs.

“You aren't a succubus,” you muttered with great confusion. “I must have read the wrong page- no, no this is it, it's the right one.”

She flopped onto her belly, chin in thick palms. “What, not happy to see me? Hoping for something a bit juicier?”

You looked at her blankly and worried your lip. “...You don't even have wings. You're supposed to have wings.”

Her smirk fell to deadpan. “Harmony's never had wings, chump! I got better things to do than be insulted by some unshaven, illiterate mortal. Send me back,” she waved a hand irritably.

You sat back against your calves and studied her, lost in thought. She was meant to by Hyrora, depicted in your book as a tall, wide demon with a set of four expansive purple horns. Harmony- well, she was only an imp! You flipped through a few pages idly, but the burn between your legs did not grow quiet. You'd been planning this for months, had made so many blood sacrifices, the wounds on your arms still aching and fresh. You could not just come away with nothing.

“How did I mess up so badly,” you groaned, rubbing a hand down your miserable face.

“How did you mess up so badly?” Mocked Harmony.

You glared at her, and she rolled her eyes. Then she jolted up off the floor and in a few short, swift steps came and pulled your book from your grasp, thumbing back to the incantation. With her this close you could hear the faint tinkle of a large metal bell around her neck, like something a cat might wear. All it did was solidify the knowledge that she was, in fact, not Hyrora.

Harmony hummed then dropped the book unceremoniously with a dusty thump. “Yep, just as I thought. Illiterate! You said like, half the words wrong,” she crossed her arms, staring down at you expectantly. “You must be so stupid that-”

“Hey!' You exclaimed. “Enough! Sit down, demon!”

Harmony sneered and then she slowly sat down. When you summoned a demon you made a pact with them. In exchange for your sacrifices, you received some amount of loyalty and obedience, and if they did not approve of the exchange they would not heed your call. This obedience was only temporary, but in the case of a succubus it only needed to be. This imp, however...

“You accepted the summons,” you said. “Why? You knew what I was trying to actually summon, didn't you? You're just an imp. Who the Hell summons imps?”

“You, apparently,” she smirked.

You ground your teeth and pointed a finger in her face. “Listen, demon! You accepted this pact and crawled out of that circle. That means you obey me. I'll find some use for you.”

Her smirk fell into something more agitated, tail smacking audibly against the floor. Her mouth had drawn up into what you might describe as a pout. And, on a little thing like Harmony, it was almost cute. But you knew you had to be wary. Even an imp could take your fingers off if you pushed hard enough. You had to keep control.

Your first command was that she clean your room for you. After all, you had gone to such trouble painstakingly drawing the symbols with your own blood. The least Harmony could do was wash it away for you. To your surprise she obeyed without much defiance, though you realized too late that it was because she wanted to lick the blood off of the floor. You told her that was disgusting, and she shrugged before crunching down on a half-spent candle.

“What the fuck,” you said, sitting on your bed.

She swallowed. “What? If you're just gonna use the light now you don't need'em!”

You made her clean the rest of your room- with particular attention to the inedible- while you read the fine print of your book. It did not specify how much time you were meant to have with Hyrora, but rumors circulating online had suggested a few glorious hours. You glanced up at Harmony dusting off a shelf and wondered if it would be the same with an imp, or if her lesser importance gave you more time.

“Imp,” you said. “How long are you my servant?”

She turned her head around like an owl and made a non-committal noise. “Why, something specific you need time for, mortal?”

Harmony wiggled her naked bottom and your mouth thinned, eyes slipping back to the book. You were going to fuck Hyrora, a tall, beautiful demon Goddess with a luscious body and wicked tongue, not this Harmony, a short small-breasted round-bottomed imp with a shit attitude. But you could not deny the ever-annoying struggle of your dick against your tight underwear, the needy throb you'd built up waiting for Hyrora's arrival which had not died down with Harmony. You looked at Harmony again, at her spindly striped legs and soft rump. She wasn't “juicy,” but you could squeeze juice out of that. If you really wanted to.

“There, damn, it's clean,” she griped, drawing you from your ogling. “Now send me back. It's boring here. You really live like this? What is this, like, a two-room apartment?”

You found yourself wanting to order her to shut up and stop complaining. “You're really rude, you know that?”

Harmony tilted her head and stood akimbo, a brow raising skeptically. “Oh? Oh yeah? Did you think the succubus you tried to order was going to worship the ground you walked on? Did ya?”

You slipped off the bed and into the joint living room and kitchen, peering out into the glowing night, the lively city below. Still the robe was tied around your waist, waiting to be thrown off, and you fiddled with the belt. Your dick twitched, so you decided a demon was a demon. Eventually you turned away from the window.

“Give me something better to do if you're going to keep me around!” Said Harmony, who had followed you. “Want me to cook? I come with my own fire,” she snapped, and flame sprouted from her clawed fingertips.

“No,” you said, thinking. “Let's just watch a movie.”

“A movie.”

Now you were the one who looked smug. “Expecting something else?”

She squinted. “It's a waste of my talents but it's your blood pact,” she gestured to the couch. “I can cook a mean boxed mac'n'cheese.”

You stuck a VHS into the player, something corny and about three decades old. The tape whined and the screen flickered uncomfortably. Harmony did not complain so much as she did sulk, her bottom planted firmly on the couch and body sinking into the arm. You sat in the center, and she finally saw an opportunity to open her annoying mouth again.

“A slasher, original,” she grumbled, resting her chin in her hand.

“Comfortable?” You asked.

She gave a noncommittal noise and blinked languidly at the screen. It was much more amusing being the one doing the annoying. The VHS played on as you lost yourself to thought, trying to decide if you were really willing to swap a breathtaking night with a demonic Goddess for a potentially headache inducing one with Harmony. You rubbed the sore, clotted wounds along you arms and glanced at her.

You waited until Harmony started to droop. Then, you reached over and wrapped your hands around her hips.

“What gives?” She asked incredulously, squirming.

You placed her into your lap. If she weren't so short her horns would block your view, but you didn't care so much about watching the movie. “Be quiet demon,” you commanded, squeezing her thighs.

She tilted her head back, knocking horns against the bottom of your chin and into your chest. You grabbed one and wrangled her head forward again, forcing her attention towards the flickering screen. Eventually she groaned and stretched her legs out, placing pressure on your lap and the strain beneath your robe.

“I can feel your dick you know,” she said, looking over her shoulder with a wicked smirk. “What's the hold up, huh? Too much of a coward?”

“You need some training,” you replied, taking the base of her tail tightly in hand. “And a gag.”

Her eyes brightened in surprise when you trapped her tongue with two well placed fingers, thrusting them into her mouth between small, sharp teeth. Your skin scraped against dangerous points, but you hardly noticed the pain. Harmony suckled on them. She had no qualms with making a mess of herself as she drooled, and it wet your palm and wrist carelessly. She was quiet, now.

“So much better,” you sighed, tugging her tail from the base and massaging her slick forked tongue.

She hummed around your knuckles, and you tried to thrust them deeper, hips grinding upwards. Harmony was more eager than you thought she would be. Maybe her teasing hadn't been just for show, you wondered, as she bucked and wriggled until your fingers slipped from her mouth and she was free to turn herself around. She straddled your lap, thighs spread far apart.

“I don't think you could handle me,” she quipped, chin up. “Those succubi? Peh, a lot of tamed cows more like it! Now, an imp is just as likely to rip your cock off for a chew toy as they are to blow it,” grinned Harmony.

You believed it. You didn't trust her enough to demand that she use her little mouth to blow you. Behind you someone screamed bloody murder and, as Harmony turned to cackle with delight at the blood splatter on screen, you reached over the arm of the couch to rummage through dented cardboard box. She looked at you and raised a brow at what occupied your hands.

“Ohhhh, I don't think that'll-”

You moved and pushed her belly-first onto the couch, one knee at the small of her back and her wrists in hand. You were well-practiced but clumsy. But the rope held, binding her arms and wrists together tightly. It was in no way comfortable. You loomed over her from the front of the couch.

Harmony's tail lashed; her cheek pressed against the cushions. She opened her mouth and you immediately wrapped cloth around it, tying it off in the back. Her eyes narrowed and she grinned around the cloth gag, wetting it and muttering nonsense. You patted her bottom firmly, and her tail snaked around your forearm.

“Don't think I can handle you,” you tutted, shaking your head. “Maybe I fucked up the incantation my first try, but-” you leaned closer. “-it's not my first try using these.” You fingered the taut rope.

Harmony's tail constricted your arm, and you shoved her head down into the cushion by her horns until the tail slipped away. She chuckled, muffled by the cloth and cushion, like this was some sort of game. It was, you thought, and you were going to win. If she still had her voice, you knew she'd make fun of your tight underwear as the robe gently fell to the floor. You rubbed the outline of your dick and smacked her bottom harder, threateningly.

“I summoned you, so you are going to play nice. Understood?”

Her gagged smile stretched, and then obedient knees lifted her ass off the couch. Your underwear was starting to become too uncomfortable to withstand, so with great relief you thumbed them down and released your dick from its damp prison. You smeared pre-cum over the head with a sigh and got behind Harmony, the lips of her pussy creating a soft, appealing line between her legs. She mumbled something through the gag about gawking.

All your muscles tingled feeling that soft, appealing line part for the tip of your dick. Harmony was, to your surprise, easy to enter, her warmth addicting and all consuming. You groaned through the first stroke, pulsing and shaking.

“God damn,” you said, skin smacking lewdly against skin.

“Mmm, sooo much better than a succubus,” replied Harmony, who had chewed through her gag. “Warmer... tighter. I could go on.”

You grabbed her tail and pulled it straight. “Shut up.”

The bell around her neck tinkled lightly against the couch as you fucked into her slick warmth, and she started to mewl when you lost the reserve to be careful. But you had to restrain yourself. You started seeing stars far too early, and you wanted this little imp to know who was in charge. You put the weight of both hands against the back of her head while her own hands struggled at the rope.

Then there was heat against your belly. Real, Hellish heat. You leaned away with a yelp and, in a flash, the warmth left your dick and you were left disorientated. You opened your eyes only when you realized they'd squeezed close.

“That's better!” She quipped. “How's that feel, big fella? Huh?”

You were on your back. Harmony had burned the restraints away and flipped you with ease, and now she was straddling your naked hips, your dick bobbing against the cress of her ass.

“Those were my only ropes,” you griped, rubbing palms over your cheeks.

Harmony growled, lashing your thigh with her wicked tail. “That's what you're worried about? Ropes?” She leaned close, eyes flaring. “You should be more worried about me!”

She lifted her hips and in one plunge seated you inside, her small impish body taking all of it like it was nothing at all. You gasped and your hips involuntarily bucked. Then, one meaty palm captured your wrists while the other had its own fun at your throat. She squeezed gently, claws tickling your skin.

“Being on the bottom is always the fun part,” she smirked. “You're luck I'm so kind-hearted. I even let you pretend to be in charge for a little while.”

Your face paled then flushed as her ass smacked rhythmically against your trembling hips. The pleasure built back in seconds, creeping along your spine and throbbing inside of her. Her claws trailed from your fluttering pulse to your chest. One delicate claw carved open the soft flesh. You grit your teeth and curl your toes as the prickles mingled with the growing instinct to fill her, knowing that you were not going to last.

Harmony whimpered and shivered. She leaned and licked the trickle of blood from your chest, thumb idly flicking over a nipple. Heat flooded your body with a heavy grunt, your balls tightening and you ejaculated thick seed inside of her messily. It made a sloppy, used sound as Harmony continued to bounce. You were spent but she still did not stop, and when you tried to rip your wrists free her strength far surpassed her appearance.

“Stop,” you rasped, exhausted.

“What? I haven't finished yet, why should I?” Harmony sneered, tearing her claws deeper into your flesh. They left long, angry scores. “Unless you intend to please me with your tongue?”

Your dick hadn't gone fully soft yet but the oversensitiveness was beginning to become painful. So, you nodded in agreement. Even if it meant giving up more of the power you had hoped to exert you just couldn't take anymore.

Harmony smiled sweetly, taking a few last long, slow, self-serving strokes until finally your wet dick fell against your belly with relief. She dipped a finger between her legs and then between her lips. Then, she crawled forward and planted her stretched pussy over your face, your cum drooling out onto your cheek and chin. It smelled heady and musky. You grimaced. You'd done some kinky shit in your life, but you had never done this before.

“Something the matter?” Asked Harmony, demonic eyes peering down at you in amusement.

You glared and grasped her thighs, bringing that smell against your mouth and nose without complaint. She keened and rocked against your tongue. You tasted yourself, but more than anything you tasted her, Harmony's flavor stronger than your own and the taste was deceivingly more alluring than its smell. She clawed your scalp, pushing her cunt hard against your mouth as she rode you remorselessly.

Finally, when she was close, you felt the warm trickle of blood on your scalp and the tight coil of her tail around your forearm. It squeezed, and your arm went numb.

“Ohhh yeah, there, right there, don't stop,” she rasped, grinding her clit in.

That alluring flavor intensified as her thighs squeezed your head. She shook and yowled. The claws that weren't making a bloody mess of your scalp tore into the back of the couch, but you could not hear the fabric shred with your heart pounding in your ears. When Harmony was calm again she sat leisurely, catching her ragged breath. You paused, then pushed her ass up.

She moved begrudgingly, slipping off the couch to collapse on the floor in a spent heap, and air gladly filled your lungs as your eyes fluttered closed with satisfaction. Eventually she shuffled onto her knees from her spot on the carpet, but you could not find the will to open your eyes again.

“You dead?” Asked Harmony, poking your leg.

Finally, you turned your head to look down at her. You made some noncommittal gesture with your fingers.

“I thought you'd suffocated down there,” her smirk spread. “Did better than I thought.”

You rolled your eyes but otherwise the strength to fight left through your dick ages ago. “The contract is fulfilled and it's been... a few hours. You'll should be going back soon.”

Harmony stared with wide eyes, her tail thumping on the carpet like an irritated cat. She grumbled and stood up, sopping pussy almost at eye-level, and scratched her belly. She started to poke around the living room. You watched with faint interest, body begging for a nap. Then Harmony slipped a thin plastic case out from the shelf under your TV stand. She brandished it in front of your face.

“The dumb movie you picked out is almost over,” she wiggled the case. “Put this in instead.”

You squinted up at her. “You want to actually watch a movie with me?”

Her mouth thinned. “I'm just as happy to eat it and leave!”

The corner of your mouth twitched and you sat up, back aching from the cheap couch cushions. You finally noticed the torn backing and could only utter a quiet, unimpressed groan. Harmony chuckled with delight.

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ROUND 4 / SIDE A / POLL 2

Chuchu Chura (@spaceace144) v. Galvin Foixewesfv (@elizabethrobertajones)

Chuchu Chura:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Chuchu Chura (she/they)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Lalafell

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. PLD, WHM, RDM, DNC, and most importantly, FSH

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Adamantoise

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. This is Chuchu! She's a mute lala who became my reason for living when I started playing during covid. When I made her I want to make the least intimidating tank, so I made the smallest (yes she is min height), pinkest tank I could! She doesn't really have a lot of lore that I've come up with, but she's definitely lawful good, loves adventuring with her wolf pup, capybara, and Nigel her chocobo, and adores fishing.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. :^) *waves* *lalafell dances* *dotes* *giggles*

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. She's just brought me so much joy over the past few years and if someone else can get a little joy from seeing her in this tournament, then that's enough for me. Of course I hope she still does well! I've spent hours in gpose getting pictures of her to be my wallpapers, I've gotten commissions of her, I'm even trying to crochet an amigurumi of her. I just love her so much! Good luck, Chuchu!!!

Galvin Foixewesfv:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Galvin Foixewesfv

q. What is your WoL's species? a. viera

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Black Mage, Summoner, Reaper

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Goblin (have been in alliance roulette with other Galvins this is very important)

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. A forest prince, eighth child with seven sisters, Galvin felt spare and at odds with his family as he became fascinated with dark magic after early encounters with voidsent that left him confused about their true monstrous nature. As he grew up and realised he was a rare son and due a life as a roaming forest warder and trophy husband, he felt too nerdy and bad at climbing trees for one and too gay for the other. After less than a year training with the other men of the forest and sensing they were growing sick of his poor aim with a bow and weedy lance arm, he slipped away in the night, travelled by boat to Limsa, and devoted himself to learning the forbidden maths of true magic. Drawn by the calling of the Echo, he joined the Scions on a whim despite having been warned by his eldest sister he was extremely susceptible to falling prey to a cult some day, and it was with much relief he realised they were not evil so his next letter home would not be met with a furious rescue party of dozens of furious armed viera storming the Waking Sands. He then picked up thaumaturgy and found one of his true loves. The other was teasing Urianger from across the Waking Sands, and flustering the shy elezen. Somehow, this has turned into a loving and stable relationship, mostly because they make up each other's deficits in a perfect puzzle piece joining and not because they are much alike, book learning aside. Though clumsy, brash and frequently knocked down, his determination to not be anything he once dreaded about his fate and to carve his idiosyncratic path, his raw stubborness got him through every trial thrown at the WoL. Barely. The only rules: always take them on as black mage and never give in and take the easy path (ooc: hit the 'very easy' button the trial is begging me to do by take 8) His witchcraft and void lore honed, he stumbled into the art of the reaper, and formed a pact with the voidsent he had felt himself bound to since youth, a keening sad creature that aimlessly wandered and wailed; these cries having once pierced his heart, he found it easy to reach out and make the connection once more, and binding the voidsent to his purpose, it found direction and he found a combat art that he excelled at - provided you allow that it's really the voidsent doing all the work lifting that heavy scythe, and Galvin is merely casting the spells. Having surmounted the main story, he retired immediately to the island farm, and spends his time pulling turnips and lazing about, often with Urianger at his side, and it is important to say, for Galvin, achieving doing nothing at all is in itself the most incredible achievement for a lifelong avoider of - well, everything - who crawled and moaned and complained and fussed so hard to get there.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. I have never, ever won anything in my life, and I think I should be allowed just one. Please.

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. =:{)> moustache bnuuy

[books-and-catears]

oh sweet summer child you can't just ask something like that and not think I would appear here.

The most effed up thing Nives has ever done is gaslighting Lucifer into believing that there's no skeleton in his room. That the "skeleton holding the column" near the fireplace is probably either his imaginary friend or his old tired eyes acting funny. She even showed him pictures (perfectly edited already) where it didn't appear. Not only that but everyone at the Hol joined in, denying the existence of this "skeleton". To this day he still looks at it with doubt. No one has told him the truth. His brothers forgot about it and despite Nives still remembering everything, she keeps taunting him.

This ofc before lesson 16. After that things only escalated. She tried to kill Belphegor and managed to punch Diavolo... more than once.

About the future, who knows! Murder is always a possibility!

Her darkest intrusive thoughts are mostly about killing Belphegor. Belphegor is no longer allowed near Nives alone cause the last time they happened to sit next to each other at dinner she kept thinking about how easy it would have been to kill him with the fork and Lucifer could read that on her face.

But hey! They are intrusive thoughts! She wouldn't do that Ꮚ⁠˘⁠ ⁠ꈊ⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠Ꮚ ...

right? Ꮚ ʘ ⁠ꈊ ʘ Ꮚ

Oh my my if it isn't my absolute FAVOURITE MC OF ALL TIME! And if course, I was absolutely waiting for you to show up here!

Shio: Skeleton in his room you say? *Checks his room in wallpapers* I mean is it really gaslighting if you're telling him the the truth? I mean there's nothing there, Lucifer.

Lucifer: Seriously, you too??

Nives: See what did I tell ya? Noone from Purgatory Hall could see it either and now Shio agrees too!

Satan: *joining in* I think Lucifer might be haunted. But what can haunt a demon like Lucifer?

Nives: Diavolo's Paperwork.

MC: Mammon's credit card bills?

Mammon: Oi mine is not nearly as bad as Asmo's shopping sprees!

Solomon: The Anti-Lucifer league?

Belphie: Solomon wanting a pact.

Levi: A distinct lack of Ruri Chan in his life!

Asmo: Those dreadful wrinkles on his forehead?

Beel: Maybe he's hungry? *Offers hand eaten sandwich*

Nives and Shio: Awww Beel~

*******

As for wanting to kill Belphie. Oof. Nives, girl, I relate SO DAMN HARD. Nives is sitting at the table contemplating murder with a fork? Shio is right next to you with a knife.

We're having tender BEEF STEAK from the murder cow, tonight!

Nives is forever gonna be so badass and cool. I will forever adore her. Also I just imagine Nives being super petty because she can't get him directly.

Imagine during Christmas.

Belphie: Nives, you gave me a sack of coal.

Nives: Yes cause that's what Santa would give brats like you on Earth.

Shio: Here's mine.

Belphie: It's a box of matches?

Shio: Yes so you can use the coal and matches to set your tail on fire!

Nives and Shio: *highfives*

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Blood and Thorns - Chapter 1 (part 2)

Frigga Thorneheart is set to become the heir of the Honeyshore coven, but when she falls in love with a member of her home’s staff, things get out of hand. Between the blood pacts and secret affairs, Frigga needs to learn how to stand up for what she wants or else lose everything she needs. Will she choose love or duty and what will that choice cost her?

Chapter One - Chores and Nightmares (Read Part One Here) - (See here for a complete list of chapters) **Updated May 16 **Updated August 26

Frigga

   Frigga was so happy to be home and so ready to sleep in her own bed. The staff being excited about her return warmed her heart and she put down a mental note to check in with everyone over the course of the next week. Leland and Sapphire greeted her outside as she’d gotten off the carriage, but she’d circle back and visit with both of them in a bit; she wanted some quiet time first. Travelling from Bluehaven to Honeyshore was an easy road if one was used to travelling, but Frigga was certainly not so the three-day journey home had been tough.

   Doris, the woman Sapphire hired to be her niece’s personal attendant, showed Frigga to her room. It had been redone since she’d been away. It used to be pink and white, but the wallpaper had all been replaced with a light blue floral print that made Frigga think of a inn she’d patronized on her way home. Her king-sized lavender duvet had also been replaced with a royal blue that matched the pillows on the bench near her windows. At least her reading nook was still there. The rest of the furniture had been either updated or replaced with tasteful, grown-up selections that made Frigga feel as if she were looking at a textbook about interior design. She got the feeling her aunt was making a much bigger deal out of her return than necessary, but it was nice to feel welcome.    Frigga took off her jacket and shoes, placed them by the dressing table for Doris to put away, and looked out the window. It overlooked the driveway and west side of the grounds. It was newly manicured and Frigga looked forward to getting down in that dirt. She wanted to throw off all her clothes and roll around in the grass right that instant, but she was entirely sure that wouldn’t be appreciated by her aunt. Still, Frigga took note of all the plants visible from her window before falling onto her bed for a lie down.    Doris, a woman with thick brown hair tucked into a bonnet and a figure shaped like a pine tree with the height to match, came in to check on her a few times over the course of the afternoon, bringing tea and light refreshments early on, and Frigga found her attendant well-informed about the comings and goings of the coven’s families. Suspiciously well-informed, even for a servant. The woman updated her about how the coven families had fared during her time away, and Frigga was eager to see everyone again after three and a half years. She wondered how her friend Luna Cromwell was doing, she’d gotten married two years ago, and how much the youngest Heir Apparent, Celeste Downspire, had grown. Leland had grown up too. He was eight already, just last month had been his birthday. He’d been just under four when she left, a lifetime ago it seemed now. She wanted to catch up and get to know her brother, so she’d go and visit him properly after dinner and then report in with her aunt afterwards.    Frigga took dinner in her room and then walked down the hallway, peeking into Leland’s room. He was pale and freckled like she was, and his mop of curls were the same rusty hue. Someone had already changed Leland into his nightclothes, though he wasn’t at all ready for sleep. He excitedly showed his newly returned sister all his favourite toys and a few small figures that had been whittled for him by one of the servants. A bear, a cat, some of them were better than others, but it was sweet how the boy lined them all up with care on his bedside table. He’d even named a few of them (Antonio the cat and Lopez the stag). Frigga was relieved to find that her little brother was a normal, happy kid; when she had been his age she knew she was destined to be the family’s Heir as she was the sole child in her generation at the time. Having been exclusively raised by their aunt, Frigga worried how Leland would end up, but apparently she doted on Leland and didn’t push him like she did Frigga.    It helped that Leland wasn’t a witch, or not that they knew yet. Usually children with magic would show signs of the gift around the age of five or six, Frigga had been four, but it wasn’t unheard of that children as old as nine were confirmed. Leland didn’t seem to feel bad about his lack of magical gifts, for which Frigga was profoundly grateful. She was twelve years older than him, and the two of them hadn’t been close before Frigga went to school, but she loved him and wanted him to feel safe and secure.    She sat with him for about an hour before leaving to visit with Sapphire. Despite his squawks of protest, she kissed him on the top of his head before walking down the next hall to the private office and generous library. As she walked down the halls, Frigga took note of other changes her aunt made to the manor. The carpets had been replaced, the torch sconces were changed too and were slimmer and looked less like a haunted castle. A few of the console tables had ornate vases filled with flowers that freshened up the house, and though it was dark outside the hallways were lit with new light orbs that floated leisurely about near the ceilings. If Frigga remembered correctly, weren’t those an invention of Lady Mildred Crestfall, the Head of Household who specialized in elemental magic, from a few years back?    She knocked on the office door and was invited in. Sapphire rose from her desk to greet her niece and the two embraced in a warm hug. “Auntie, thank you for refreshing my room,” Frigga said, figuring that it was better to be gracious than complain. She had actually preferred the light, cheerful pinks from before, but blue was the family colour and it was more grown up, so it was probably more suitable this way.     Sapphire was taller than Frigga by about a head, everyone was taller than Frigga, and she was the very picture one might imagine when thinking of the word “noble”. She’d gone grey early in her forties, shortly after she’d become the coven’s leader, and her wavy hair was always kept in a low bun. Sapphire had an entirely different complexion than her charges, still fair but evenly toned, and her skin was soft like down. “I’m glad you like it, Dear,” she replied, her voice warm. “Welcome home. Here, let’s sit down and have the ladies bring up some fresh tea.”    They sat in a pair of firm brocade armchairs beside the fireplace on the right side of the room and there was a small chestnut tea table between them for just this kind of occasion. Soon enough, they were provided with a fresh pot of herbal tea. Spearmint with honey was exactly the brew Frigga had needed, the refreshing scent clarified her mind. Once they were comfortable, Sapphire started business talk, and her tone refined into something more clinical. “I want you to feel settled, but there’s a lot to come in the next few months. Next week we have your welcome home party and then the week after we have Fenrir Cromwell’s. I’ve also been expecting new study material to arrive any day, it should have been here last week but it was delayed by the thunderstorms.”    Frigga nodded. “That’s alright, there’s plenty here to get me started. I’m excited to see the coven, I’ve missed everyone! And I’m excited to share my illusion work with them.”    “I’m sure everyone is excited to hear all about it. I was speaking with Marceline the other day, and she was saying Luna was interested in your work. As my Heir Apparent, I expect you to share your knowledge, though, if I might make a suggestion,” she leaned in with a conspiratorial smirk, “I would keep a few secrets to yourself if I were you.”    Frigga tilted her head. “Why?”    Sapphire chuckled. “It’s always smart to have a few tricks up your sleeve, especially as you won’t be made an official coven member for four months yet. Best have a few last-resorts just in case you need to impress somebody.” Sapphire sipped at her tea before continuing. “Theodore is also going to be visiting tomorrow, possibly with Marcus. You remember him right?”    “Yes, of course!” she said, smiling warmly. Marcus Magnus-Monroe was a few years older than her, but he was a social savant so they’d become friends as soon as he’d returned home from school five years ago. They also attended dance classes under the same tutor, though never in the same group. “Is Theodore coming on business or for a personal visit?”    Sapphire sipped at her tea and set it down. “A bit of both. His letter said he was excited to see you again, but he also wanted to contribute to your party next week, generous man.”    The Thornehearts and Magnus-Monroes descended from the same coven founder, although distantly, but the Magnus-Monroe family hadn’t been able to officially be part of the coven for about one hundred years; The family’s magic had died out shortly after the coven was founded. It was around that same time, however, that a mine the family owned a few towns over struck literal gold so they were still intimately connected with the group. They could have regained entry into the coven by marrying into magic and revitalizing the family’s magical potential, but the family favoured genuine connections over political ones where their personal lives were concerned so it hadn’t happened. Magic or not, Frigga was always delighted to have them around, Marcus in particular. She had truly missed his uncomplicated friendliness and cheerful affect.    Sapphire asked her niece about her time at school in more detail. They’d written often, but only so much fit in a letter. Frigga told her all about her studies and how she’d graduated top of her year. She told her aunt about her favourite classes (Illusion Work and Herbalism), about the connections she’d made (though she left out the intimate nature of her relationship with the mayor of Elderburgh’s daughter), and what she was excited about studying further (celestial summoning and the family’s secret curative recipes). She was filled in further about the coven’s different families, how the children were growing up, and who’d married who. She was grieved to hear that Jun Bloodswell, the Bloodswell Head of Household’s husband, had died a year ago leaving behind Victoria and their Heir Rosalind. Considering the Bloodswells and Thornehearts were not on the best terms historically, not to mention Victoria was specifically on grievously bad terms with Sapphire, Frigga made up her mind to put in some extra attention there when she could. Some kindness might help mend the sore spot.    They talked longer than Frigga had expected, and it was such a lovely evening. Even so, a small knot of anxiety began to knit in her stomach; she loved her coven, but it was a lot to keep track of. She was doubly exhausted by now, so she took the clock’s 9:00 chime as her cue to retire. After one more quick hug, Frigga adjourned to her room. She wasn’t a morning or night person, she was happiest and most energetic in the afternoon, but it was still a bit earlier than Frigga usually went to bed. Into bed she went, however, delighted to finally collapse. With the busy days ahead of her, she would need the extra rest. Doris left a glass of fresh water at her bedside and a night dress out for her to change herself into, though help was easily summoned if needed. She usually had help dressing, but Frigga was so tired she decided to do it herself. Unlike her day-to-day clothes, the sleep dress was simple enough that she could easily slip into it, it was undressing and undoing all the laces that was the difficulty. After laying the day’s clothes out on the dressing table to be taken and cleaned, she slid the fresh cotton sleep dress over her shoulders and savoured how comfortable and soft it was. She then slid into bed, cast a spell to extinguish all her lights, and fell asleep instantly. 

   But she did not sleep through the night. She fell asleep easily but woke up at 2:00 and then again at 3:00. At 5:30 she woke from a nightmare so severe she decided it was worth a trip to the kitchen to clear her head. There wouldn’t be anyone there at this hour, she would have to find some milk or soothing tea for herself. It might be difficult to find anything, Frigga had rarely visited the kitchens before she’d gone to school, so finding something would be a chore. At least it would be a distraction from the recurring bad dreams.    She put on her slippers and lacy house coat, tying it at the waist, and slipped out the door and down the stairs. As Frigga walked to the kitchen, she mentally sorted through what she remembered of it and was confident she’d manage on her own, but when she opened the door she found she wasn’t alone.    In the midst of the kitchen stood a tall woman Frigga vaguely recognized with sepia skin and black hair shorter than most men’s. She wore an old, stained apron over simple worker’s clothes and her trousers were tucked into steel-toed boots with the stretched-out raggedy laces tied around each ankle. Apparently she’d been gathering up ingredients and baking tools from different cabinets when the heiress surprised her. She stood between the industrial stovetop and a substantial island, and she’d brought out one of two stools from its place at the counter’s opposite side.    Frigga wanted to shrink back but she’d already been spotted. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know anyone was here!” she apologized, her hand rising to fiddle with the thin golden chain necklace she wore.    “No no! Come on in, Miss. You alrigh’?” The woman looked at Frigga, a soft concern in her eyes, and put her things on the island.    Frigga’s heart rate spiked, but she cautiously approached. The woman was quite broad and, while she was wearing loose-fit clothing to get messy in under the apron, Frigga noticed she had the most gorgeous sculpted shoulders and deliciously defined arms. Must be really good at baking bread. “Y-yes, I had a hard time sleeping.”    “Tha’s rough,” the woman replied as she pulled the other stool out and brought it to the island’s edge nearest to Frigga before turning back to the stove where a kettle had begun to sing. “Come on, I’ll make you some tea or somethin’.” She took it off the heat, pulled out a calming tea from a nearby cabinet, and began fixing it like she’d performed this ritual a hundred times; scoop the tea leaves from an air-tight tin into a basket, place the basket into a mug, and submerge it with the steaming water.    Frigga wandered over to the stool and hopped onto it, fumbling slightly, but the woman politely ignored her misstep. “Thank you. Razi, right?” She leaned her elbows on the island’s top as she watched the servant work.    A look of surprise jumped onto the taller woman’s face. “Must ‘av a good memory, you were gone a while.” Her voice was confident and playful, and Frigga’s heart skipped a beat.    “Your father worked for us, right? I think?” she asked.    Razi measured out a small spoonful of honey and stirred before placing the cup of honeyed chamomile next to Frigga on the corner of countertop between them with an impressed smile. “Wow, correct again. Here you go.”    “Thank you.”    “Careful, Miss, ’s pretty hot.” Razi leaned in and blew softly over the glass. She was so close. Her lashes were as long as a river and an aura of warm ambers and the sweetness of rum and vanilla surrounded her. She smelled amazing. “Lemme guess, nightmares?”    “W-what?”    Razi smirked before turned to fix herself a much stronger cup of tea. “You looked like you’d seen a ghost an’ only crazy people are up this early if they don’t gotta be.”    Frigga’s brain finally restarted and she blinked. “Oh,” she said intelligently.    “Sorry, I don’t mean to pry, Miss.”    “No it’s not that. But yes, I’ve had them ever since I was small.”    Razi pulled up another stool closer to the witch, her own cup of tea in her hands, and sat a respectful distance away. A little too far for Frigga’s taste. “Don’t they got a spell or potion for tha’? You magical types seem t’ ‘av remedies for everythin’, and they say you’re real gifted.”    Frigga looked down into her mug as she felt her cheeks warm. “I don’t know about that. I think people give me too much credit sometimes.”    Razi smiled slyly over the rim of her mug. “Well, y’seem like the gods’ gift to me.”    Frigga laughed and looked at Razi with a mischievous grin of her own. “Did you come up with that one yourself? Are you proud of it?”    Razi’s smile turned into a bashful grin. “I’ve certainly come up wit better, you’re absolutely right. Three for three.”    Frigga took a sip, careful of its temperature but found it perfect. “There are some things you can do for nightmares but… none of them ever help. I’m always stressed out so whenever I do anything for sleep, magical or not, the nightmares are never gone long.”    “Stressed? ‘Bout what?”    Frigga gestured vaguely towards the rest of the house. “All… this.”    Razi faltered and her eyes narrowed slightly. “Isn’t it what you love?”    “It’s a lot.” Frigga sighed as her gaze fell to the floor.    Razi leaned her elbows on the counter and looked Frigga up and down, letting a small beat pass. “I’da never known. You seem th’ type t’ have everything lined up proper.”    Frigga grimaced. “I haven’t a choice. I have to have everything perfect all the time because people rely on me. My aunt makes sure I know that, but,” she looked past Razi to the window where the forest was barely visible in the early morning sunlight. “I would much rather go outside.”    Razi blinked, her eyes flashed to the door and then back. “Outside?”    Frigga looked back at Razi. The woman’s full lips were slightly parted and she had the loveliest hazel eyes. Oh dear, that wasn’t something she should be noticing about a staff member. “Plants make me happy.”    “Isn’t your family all ‘bout the moon’s timing and circles? Th’ boss always has me rearrangin’ furniture to be ‘in phase’ or whatever.”    Frigga shrugged, tearing her eyes away from Razi’s. “Yes, and it has always come naturally to me, but it was never… Sorry, I don’t mean to bore you.” Her cheeks were even warmer now, and Frigga prayed that she wasn’t blushing.    “No s’fine. I guess I get it.”    Frigga tilted her head, unsure what this unnaturally attractive woman was relating to. “Really? You appear to be at home in the kitchen here, is there something you’d rather do?”    Razi snickered and Frigga tried to restrain a grin. Another terrible joke was coming, she just knew it, so she held her breath in anticipation. “I won’t complain, things are great round ‘ere, but it does get lonely ‘round this mansion. I gotta go into town if I wan’ visit my girls, so, y’know, that’s what I’d rather… do.”    Frigga giggled, shook her head. “No wife? Or, I guess not a husband?”    Razi shook her head. “Do I look th’ type to cater t’ boys, Miss? I expected better from you, you’ve ruined your streak!”    Frigga grinned shyly. “I didn’t want to assume.”    Razi leaned in a little closer, and the woman’s spicy aura washed over her again. “Assume away.”    Frigga hesitated, looking Razi up and down briefly. Her eyes skirted over the woman’s biceps and shoulders, appreciating them again, and she landed on the woman’s hands. They were so much larger than Frigga’s, and the witch could see from here they were the servant’s primary tools. What else might those hands be used for? Frigga forced her eyes away before she could be caught staring, but she was certainly blushing now. “I assume you like to bake bread?”    Razi burst in a full-bellied laugh, caught off guard. “Ah yes, look at ‘er, that cut and short nails, must love to bake bread. 'S that what they’re calling it these days?” Frigga giggled and Razi shook her head in good humour. “Please ignore me, Miss. I don’t mean t’ offend. I like t’ think I’m ‘armless.”    Frigga smirked and side-eyed Razi. “I don’t believe you at all. Should I ask your girls how harmless you are?”    Razi jumped off the stool and took an exaggerated bow, her expression much too serious to be serious. “I am as innocent as th’ dove, sweet princess. Heart is pure as gold, I swear, my maidens in ye olde town of Honeyshore would speak highly of my intentions!”    Frigga tried in vain to suppress a laugh, though she managed to tease between giggles, “Those intentions better be noble or else there will be consequences, ma’am.”    Razi looked back up at Frigga with a boyish smirk. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Miss.”    She held out her hand. “Call me Frigga.”    Razi took it up with her calloused hand and pressed her full, soft lips to the witch’s knuckles. “Frigga.”    She wanted to stay and talk to Razi longer, but she also wanted to be considerate of the woman’s time and Frigga had a suspicion she’d be a distraction if she stayed. The tea she’d been given helped, so she wandered back up to her bedroom. As she slid back under her covers, she replayed their conversation and smiled to herself. If she had known someone so gorgeous was going to be at home she would have made a better effort to visit. She brushed her lips at the place where Razi’s had kissed her hand and heard the rough woman’s voice repeating her name. Frigga’s heart did a flip and her stomach tingled. She shouldn’t be entertaining these impulses.    But Razi was charming and thoughtful, had made Frigga laugh and not taken her too seriously. The irreverent humour had put Frigga at ease, even if she suspected the woman had been buttering her up just a little bit. She was definitely the type to be popular with girls, that was obvious. Maybe Razi wouldn’t mind spending more time together. Could Frigga come up with some excuse to see her again? That was such a bad idea. Really? She couldn’t be home a single day without forming some ill-advised crush on a staff member? A very lovely, very muscular, very charming staff member.     It was a lost cause already.    Frigga pushed a pillow over her face and whined into it. Maybe this horrifyingly inappropriate crush would fizzle after Frigga got settled and die down on its own.    But it did not, in fact, die down.