#please spread because I want to make this!

[w1ll0wray]

I'm not sure if your requests are open but I loved your last vampire!jinx fic and I was wondering if we could maybe get another vampire!jinx smut but where she turns the reader? If you do it, thank you!

MY NEED FOR YOU ft. vampire jinx x fem!reader

⊹₊⟡⋆ summary: classic nepo baby, spoiled with the most exquisite pearls that ever touched earth. your father always spoiled you with anything you wanted, but one thing he always stood by was ‘no meddling with his coworkers’. Well father… does the one with the dashing looks and dangerously adorable smile count?

⊹₊⟡⋆warnings: coworker!jinx x boss!daughter, vampire!jinx x fem!reader, jinx turns reader into a vampire, men or minors dni, nsfw, blood tw, sharp fangs, blood exchange, spoiled brat reader, jealousy, banter, fem!reader receiving, smut, kinda enemies?

wc. 2.3k

𐙚 note | I’d really appreciate it if you would not only just like, but also reblog & give me feedback. thank you:)

this was a request; I hope this reached your expectations!

Staring at your father’s coworker, you sneered. Of course she’d be invited to the event.

Ignoring the ladies cooing at your cat, you continue running your fingers through her fur, eyes stuck on the blue-haired girl’s silhouette. She looked so…irresistible. 

Biting on the inside of your cheek, you squint your eyes at her attire— a dress shirt, a pair of dark pants and coat hanging off her shoulder. She was in the middle of a conversation with older people, a dangerously attractive grin spreading across her face. 

Glancing away, you turn your attention to your ladies pampering you with all the compliments in the world— eager for your acknowledgment. You were dressed in an off-the-shoulder black gown with lace and bow accents, paired with long dark gloves. Your outfit is adorned with Vivienne Westwood’s pearls.

Your cat had a similar choker, Vivienne Westwood’s team gifted it. To be fair, you outshined everyone in this event, even if you were seated on a couch in the living room. The mansion was huge, perfect for the gatherings your father held. 

Though, the only thing on your mind was Jinx lingering around. Your father’s young coworker, she was known for her insane creativity in the technology industry— of course she’d be here.

Feeling her presence come near, you snap your head up, watching her grab from the snack table a macaron. You scoffed a little too loud, because her gaze finally meets yours. 

“If it isn’t Jinx.” Your ladies look up, noticing the woman you were addressing to. Jinx pauses, the macaron half eaten in her hand, brow raising in amusement. 

She chuckles, taking a few steps closer towards your seated form, “Lazying about, as usual?” Her words prompt you to frown, but your lips immediately curved into a sarcastic smile, “And yet, I’m still the highlight of the room. Funny how that works.” You smirked, eyes momentarily trailing down to her lips. 

Jinx rolls her eyes, hand on her hip, “Oh, please. Do you seriously think anyone’s impressed by you just lying around?” She gave you a pointed look, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Your grin doesn’t falter, “Well—”

“—Jinx!” A woman’s voice cuts through the banter, arms wrapping around Jinx in an instance. You narrowed your gaze at the woman’s proximity. She then faces you, her brows raising, “Oh sorry— who are you?” Jinx waves a hand at your direction, “Just my coworker’s daughter. Here, let’s go grab drinks.” 

Your cheeks flushed with heat, a fire burning in your chest at the girl’s hand wrapping around Jinx’s arm. She was nothing compared to you, so why was Jinx hanging around a woman like her? The way she had dismissed you as her coworkers daughter made your blood boil, a storm of rage crashing inside you. 

Huffing, you push away the hands from caressing your cat, “Go away, all of you!” Your ladies frown, but obey, leaving you alone. Glancing at Jinx joyfully chatting with the woman, you abruptly stand up, cat in arms. Making your way to your father, you pulled him aside. 

“Father, i want that lady gone.” You point at the woman with Jinx, her disgusting laughter heard from a mile away. Your father frowned,

“Has she done anything?” 

Pausing for a split second, you quickly compose yourself, “She’s not dressed modestly enough and…she hurt my feelings.” He glanced at her dress, before mindlessly nodding to his body guard, “Go get that woman out.” 

He rubbed your arm comfortably, “Tell me if anything bothers you, darling.” He warmly kisses your forehead before continuing his business chat. You nodded, an innocent smile crept on your face as the body guard forcefully pushed the girl out. You turned to glance at Jinx, only to freeze under the weight of her glare—sharp and unimpressed, like she’d been aiming those daggers at you the whole time. 

Pulling your cat closer, you narrow your gaze as she stormed towards you. Once her musk cologne surrounds you, you brace for the argument you’re both about to have. But, regrettably for you, she only shoved your shoulder as she made her way out. Pouting, you stared at the grand door she just left from, puzzled by her behavior.  

For the next couple of hours, you scrolled through your phone in the filled living room, ignoring everyone even if they greeted you. You wanted Jinx. 

Even if she hated you— her attention was everything you craved for ever since meeting her last year. She never spoke to you like others, cautious of her coworker’s daughter. It annoyed you, how could she not get the hint? 

As you began taking your leave from the living room, wanting to cool off in your room, Jinx’s presence entered the room. Snapping your head towards the entrance, her glare met yours. She seemed furious, her strides quickening as she got closer to you. Noticing her palms clenched, her teeth gritting, you took hesitant steps up the stairs. As she reached you, you let your cat go, running up the stairs and through the halls.

Something about the way she was staring at you— as if she was hunting her prey, it made the hair on the back of your neck rise up. Running in heels was difficult, especially when you could hear her rapid footsteps behind you. Forcefully entering your room, you locked the door behind you. 

Sighing in relief, you squeezed your eyes shut and rested your body against the door. Once you stop hearing her footsteps,  you blink open your eyes, ready for a warm bath. 

“Thought you could get away with that, hm?” 

You snapped your head up in alarm. To your utter shock, she was standing right in front of you, her gaze piercing, like she’d been there all along. Your heart skipped a beat, confusion washing over you—how did she get in here?

Gulping, your eyes widened at her irises glowing pink. She took cautious steps towards you, impressed by your calm demeanor. The tip of her finger landed on your chin, lifting your head up, “I know it was you.” Her tone was harsh, indicating that she was upset. Trying to seem unbothered, you shrugged your shoulders, leaning your face closer, “It’s my house. I get to choose the guests—especially if they’re sluts from the streets.” Her jaw clenched, eyes wide. 

“And plus,” You continued, pushing her off, fingers lingering on the fabric of her shirt before walking off to your vanity. You sat down, unclasping your choker, rubbing on the bare skin of your neck, “...I didn’t appreciate the way she laid her hands on you." Hearing Jinx scoff, you dart your eyes at the mirror of your vanity, expecting to see her reflexion. 

But there was nothing. 

Whirling your head around, confusion flickers across your features at her still standing behind you. Your eyes flicked back for a double-take, panic arising. 

Abruptly standing up, your chair tumbled to the side,  “Something’s up with you.” Your head turned to the side, gaze on Jinx. Finally facing her, you took reluctant steps towards her, eyes squinting on her gorgeous appearance. Face-to-face, Jinx’s brow raised, amusement clear in her sinful smile, “Oh, really?” That raspy voice of hers prompted the inside of your stomach to do flips. 

Still watching her, you pointed at your vanity, “Your reflexion,” She glanced at the mirror, her teeth peeking through to bite her bottom lip, as if anticipating your response. Your heart hammered in your chest, “You have no reflexion—how’s that possible?” She only scoffed, but suddenly started laughing. 

 Her laughter was unsettling—too loud, too sudden, a burst of chaotic energy that filled your room. Your brows knit together, nose scrunching, “I asked you a question—?”

Her cackling stops out of nowhere. In a blink of an eye, her face is only a few inches away from yours, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “You’re so naïve.” Her voice was sugar-coated, making the insult hit harder. 

Sneering like a spoiled toddler, you stuck your face dangerously close, “Stop acting so high and mighty and answer my—“ 

The words died in my throat as she hissed, lips curling back to reveal sharp fangs that you swore could tear through your flesh. You froze, every instinct screaming at you to back away. Her eyes gleamed a magnetic pink, somehow luring you in. Your breath hitched, a cold chill running through your spine.

You’ve never seen a vampire before— but you seriously wanted to know if they all looked this breathtaking. Indeed, she looked terrifying but somehow, your heart betrayed you, pounding harder. 

She looked so ravishing, a dangerous beauty that stole your breath. Against all reason, a smile spread across your face, surprising even her. Jinx paused, her fierce expression flickering with confusion, as if she couldn’t understand why you weren’t trembling but smiling instead. 

Drawing closer to her, you catch a whiff of her addictive cologne, causing the erratic pounding of your heart. Grinning, your hands come up to rest on her collarbone, fingers tracing the fabric, “I don’t care if you’re some lunatic bloodsucker,” Your lashers flutter as you flick your gaze upwards, meeting her shimmering pink eyes. She doesn’t realize, but determination gleams in your expression. 

All at once, you seize the fabric of her collar, forcing her down, “,because it only increases my need for you.” Cutting off her gasp, your lips crashed into hers, swallowing the sound in an instant. 

Feeling her falter for a split second, you tangle your hand into her hair, pressing her closer, needing her lips. Though, she pushes you off, taking a few steps back. 

“You don’t know what your—“ 

You groan, fed up with her stalling, yanking her back by her collar, “Then turn me, Jinx.” She stares at you, stunned by your request. Raising a questioning brow, you let your lips linger a few inches away, hearing her breath hitch, “You belong to me, and only me.” You knew your father would probably disown you for doing this with his coworker, but his opinion didn’t matter to you. Only she did.

In a flash, her lips smash against yours, tightly cupping your face as she navigated you both scarily fast to the bed. Your back meets the mattress, dress riding up as your knees bend upwards, your heels falling off. Jinx’s lips attached to your neck, leaving a wet trail down your chest. Impatiently nudging her head, you force her up, “Kiss me.” Your lips nearly touch hers, but she pulls away. 

Tsking, she begins to tug at your dress, almost ripping it, “Take this off.” Her tone harsh. You only scowl in exchange, slapping her hand away, “It’s designer, don’t you dare rip it.” You pull up your dress, revealing the lace lingerie you had put on incase of this situation. Jinx stared at the bottoms doing practically nothing to hide your pussy, biting her lip in excitement, “You brat.” She huffs, spreading your legs and pulling the lingerie to the side. 

Immediately, your lips part to let out pleasured moans once her tongue steadily traces your folds. She doesn’t go easy on you, her lips sucking on your clit directly, prompting you to arch your back. Head tilting back, your fingers grab her hair roughly, making her wince. Out of nowhere, she backs away, your lips pouting as she stands beside the bed, leaving you bare. 

But a smile tugs at your lips when she rids of her layers, her finger tilting your head up when she spots you trying to peek down. Suddenly, she pulls down your underwear, raising one of your legs onto her shoulder. You bucked your hips, wanting her on you already. After making a noise of displeasure, Jinx finally grinds her cunt against yours. Letting out a gasp at the sensation of her pussy, you spread your legs further, whimpering when she began kissing up your leg. 

Your leg still over her shoulder, her head bent down, lips tickling your neck with feathered kisses. Having enough, you forced her head up, your lips hungrily latching into hers and your tongue entering her mouth. Letting you take control, she continued grinding against you, leading to you whining and partially pulling away. Her lips then trail down to your neck, licking on the spot directly above your pulse. 

“Do it.” You mumble, staring at the ceiling, feeling her pause. She then placed a soft kiss on your cheek, lifting her face till your foreheads touched, “It’s not a simple thing.” She flinched when your hands rested on the side of her head, a roll of your eyes following after, “I’m only doing it  if it means we get to live together.” 

She frowned before letting a small smile spread across her face, huffing, “..you really are a stubborn brat.” Her head then lowers to the crook of your neck, letting out a hiss before sinking her fangs into your skin. 

Wincing, you grabbed her hand as she drank your blood, tightening your hold as your vision began to blur. In the midst of your dizziness, you felt her pull away, spotting her sink her teeth into her wrist. Blood trickled down her wrist and onto your chest, coating it with the crimson liquid. She then approached her wrist to your lips, holding your head, “Drink up.” 

Obeying, your lips suck around the wound, swallowing down her blood. You didn’t know how to admit it— but her blood tasted sweet. Not noticing the time passing by, she tugged your head back, your dizziness gone. 

“…welcome to being immortal.” She hummed out, her lips still red from sucking you off. Grinning, you sat up and wrapped your arms around her. 

Locking eyes with her, you pushed a loose stray away from her face, addicted to that scent radiating off of her, “You better workship me for this.” 

banners creds. not my best work oops but hope u enjoyed!! I’m also aware my masterlist doesn’t exist haha I’ll get around to doing it. requests r still open n reblogs r appreciated!!

[just-sg]

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[babejinxy]

In love with you - part 2

Pairing: Powder x fem!reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, SMUT, kissing, fluff 

Synopsis: Powder had been your best friend for years, the two of you met when she was running from the cops when she and her brothers broke into and blew up an apartment in Piltover and you helped them escape. What you never imagined, is that the love of your life was always right there in front of you…

A/N: This is a fic about Powder from the alternate universe, it has nothing to do with Jinx.

🌟 English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes.

Part 1

💙 @brocoliisscared @bbybubbles @cattjull

Powder was in her workshop working on a project with Ekko when you walked in, making her stop working and look back, she smiled when she saw you. You walked past Ekko, giving him a quick hi, and went to your friend. “Working too hard?” you asked as you wiped a grease stain off her face. Powder felt her skin crawling at your touch near her mouth. “How about a break? Movies, sleepovers, braids on hair? What do you say, huh?”

Powder just couldn't say no to you, how could she? After all, you were her best friend and the person she secretly loved, all she wanted was to keep you close, if not in a romantic way, then she would still have you as her best friend and could simply look at you, dream about you, touch you even if in a subtle way, a friendly way... That's why she never revealed her feelings, she didn't want to lose you, above all you were her best friend, she needed you as a friend too. “Ok, you got me with the braids,” Powder joked. “How stupid of you,” you said with a laugh. “You’re the one who said baby.” You always ignored whatever flared up inside you every time she called you pet names because it shouldn’t mean anything.

“Movies?” Ekko’s voice echoed from the other side of the room, you looked at him, “I don’t want to miss this, can I go too?” You knew that what he really wanted was a chance for a second date with Powder and maybe she wanted that too, but she was just being proud. In reality, you couldn’t know the dissatisfaction she felt inside when you happily agreed to let him go with the two of you. 

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Powder was sitting on your bed watching you as you put on your makeup, Ekko was sitting in an armchair in the corner of your room flipping through a physics book he took from your shelf. You took advantage of the heat to wear a short dress that showed off your thighs and highlighted your curves. Powder tried not to look too much or at least be as discreet as possible, but it was getting harder and harder. You took your cherry lip gloss and applied it to your lips, pressing them together to spread the lip gloss. Powder looked away and took a deep breath. God, how she wanted to taste the cherry on your lips.

“Hey Pow Pow, can you tie my dress, please? The straps are loose,” you asked as you sprayed on your perfume. She approached you from behind and pulled the ties of your dress to undo the bow and then retied it again, tightening the ties tighter this time. Her fingers brushing against your skin made your skin shiver, she on the other hand, made a point of touching your soft skin. She always thought about what it would be like to undress you, those thoughts drove her crazy.

“I love the smell of your perfume, it’s so good,” she said finally, resting her hands on your waist and nuzzling your neck to smell you. This was much more intimate than a best friend’s affection, Ekko would have noticed if he hadn’t been too focused on your book. Moments like this weren’t uncommon between the two of you, it happened sometimes. You ignored the signs because Powder was your best friend and this was just her way of showing affection and if you thought otherwise, it was because you were too needy and you knew it. Powder was nothing more than a caring friend who liked to compliment and touch a little too much.

You smiled and put your hands in hers only to remove them from your waist. "You should wear it once in a while since you like it." You said, moving away from her and grabbing your bag. Powder laughed a little to herself, either you were playing dumb or you were simply a fucking dumbass and didn't understand her advances on you or maybe... maybe you just didn't notice it because you didn't want her like she wanted you and that specific thought always brought her back to reality, that she was an idiot in love with her best friend.

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You arrived at the cinema and bought your tickets and popcorn. Powder as usual, bought a strawberry and cream milkshake. She sat in an armchair between you and Ekko. Of course he wanted the seat next to her. “When did this become a date between them and I was the third wheel?” You thought and laughed to yourself. “What are you laughing at?” Ekko asked, tilting his head to look at you. “Nothing,” you replied, pursing your lips. You looked at Powder and noticed that she was tense. You thought about making an excuse and leaving them alone, but you wanted to watch this movie too much for that.

The movie was about comic book heroes and the three of you shared this passion, so as soon as the movie started you were all very apprehensive and entertained. Or at least that's what you thought. You were the only one entertained by the movie, you only moved your hand to grab the popcorn and bring it to your mouth, your eyes never leaving the big screen. You didn't notice that Powder was looking much more at your legs, now very exposed by the dress that rode up when you sat down, she imagined herself between them. "Damn Powder, focus on the movie", she thought to herself. When she finally pushed her dirty thoughts away and focused on the movie, she felt Ekko's hand on hers and his gaze fixed on her. She understood what he was getting at and immediately pulled her hand away from his and kept her eyes on the movie. He snorted and adjusted in his seat to go back to watching the movie.

After a while, you rested your head on Powder's shoulders and your scent that she loved completely infested her and she had difficulty concentrating on the movie again. She wrapped her arms around your neck and you snuggled even closer to her. This gesture wasn't strange between you and not even to Ekko, he knew you were close and took it as a friendly gesture, just like you. Just like Powder knew it was, but wished it was something more.

You crossed your legs, making your short dress ride up even higher. This didn't go unnoticed by your friend and she tried to look away and focus on the movie, but it was too difficult, especially since your skin was crawling from the cold air conditioning in the movie theater. She thought she could make your skin crawl too. God, how she wanted you... She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt her insides aching. Was she really getting horny now?

Powder tried hard to change the focus of her thoughts, but it was very difficult with your breathing close to her neck, she looked at you and you were focused on the movie, she wanted to be able to hold your face and kiss you. What would you do if she did that? “I need to go to the bathroom,” she whispered and you pulled away from her. “The movie is almost over, are you going to miss the ending?” you asked in a whisper, but she shook her head.

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When Powder reached the bathroom, she entered an empty stall and locked the door by leaning against it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to think about you too much, but it was too difficult and she needed to relieve herself.

She felt dirty every time she did this, but this was stronger than her. She closed the toilet lid and sat on it, she slipped her hand between her pants and panties and began to play with her own throbbing clit. She closed her eyes at the sensation and bit her lip to keep from moaning as she thrust two fingers inside herself. She sped up the pace of her fingers more and more as she thought about you, your smell, your damn short dress, your legs, she touched herself and imagined herself between them, eating you, fucking you with her fingers, just like she was fucking herself. Nothing would make her come stronger than that.

And then she thought about kissing you and tasting the cherry lip gloss on your lips while your pussy squeezed her fingers and that was when she came, cumming hard on her own fingers.

“Fuck,” she whispered when she was done, removing her fingers from her pants and wiping them with toilet paper. This wasn’t new to her, she’d touched herself plenty of times while thinking about you. But touching herself in a movie theater bathroom, that was new.

You were at the exit door of the cinema with Ekko waiting for Powder to return, the two of you were talking about the movie when she finally appeared. “What took you so long? You missed the end of the movie”, you said when she stopped next to you. “I don’t think milkshakes go with popcorn”, she said massaging her stomach.

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After the movie, you guys went to Zaun and stopped at Vander's bar and ordered some not-too-strong drinks. Gert wasn't working the night shift that day, which Powder was grateful for, so she wouldn't have to see her flirting with you again.

However, Powder's joy didn't last long. Your hexphone vibrated on the table and she could read the message that Caitlyn, your ex-girlfriend, sent you, 

"Hey sweetie, I miss u. I can't wait to see you again ❤️".

Powder never really liked any of the people you dated, but she tolerated them all. But with Cait it was different, she really couldn't stand her and never hid it and for some reason, Cait was the only girlfriend of yours who didn't like your best friend. Maybe she noticed something that the others didn't? You couldn't say, but the hatred between them was mutual and it only got worse when Cait cheated on you with Maddie, she always had a soft spot for younger girls.

You broke up with Cait as soon as you found out about her cheating on you and you were devastated by it. You saw her again two months after the breakup and didn't tell Powder because you knew she would get mad. Not that she was wrong, but you were too needy and afraid of breaking up alone, when in reality you just needed a little self-love.

“Y/n,” she practically screamed, “I can’t believe you’re dating her after everything she did to you.”

“Pow, I didn’t get back together with her, I only went out with her once after that and we text each other sometimes, we’re just…”

Powder sniffed and shook her head in disbelief, “Unbelievable,” she said softly before leaving the table, leaving you and Ekko alone. You looked at Ekko and before he could say anything, you went after Powder.

Ekko finally realized something that only you didn’t notice…

should I continue? 👇🏻👇🏻

merry christmas to all ❤️🎄

[kyri45]

I'm making this post since there's an italian idiom "a Natale, siamo tutti più buoni" (during Christmas, we are all more good) and while I prefer to keep this blog for only my art, today is a day where most of us can do something good, even if small.

If you, just like me and many lucky others, are able to spend this Christmas at home, with warm food and a place to call home, please take a moment to help, spread awareness, or even just think about those who can't.

These are some sources I wish just to spread, because I know it can be overwhelming to wanting to help in some ways, but don't know how or who, or even if the source asking is attendible.

el-shab-hussein and nabulsi's spreadsheet is, I think the most known one for vetted fundraisers.

gazafunds.com has one highlighted campaign you can donate to if you don't know which one you should or want donate to.

Operation Olive Branch’s spreadsheet also has other links with alternative ways to help, including donating directly to the municipality, to family shops, and other resources as well.

Here's some of the people (listed) that you can help today:

@suad-khaled (line 279) gofund

"Can you imagine being stripped of safety at the happiest moment of your life? I’m Suad, a young mother from Gaza, where I gave birth to my son Khaled amidst the chaos of w@r. I urgently need your support to secure shelter and medical care for Khaled. You can be part of our story, as every bit of help makes a real difference."

Suad Alkurdi (line 55) gofund

"My name is Souad Al-Kurdi, I am 32 years old, from northern Gaza. I have three children, Wissam, Karim, and Adam. My husband is diabetic and does not take insulin doses and treatment due to their lack of availability in Gaza. My children suffer from diseases due to pollution and malnutrition. We need money to travel to Egypt and build the future of our children there. Travel requires $9,000 per person, and this needs your support."

Jehad Abuhamda's relatives (line 137) gofund

Hello, my name is Jehad Abuhamda. I’m an American/ Palestinian who is seeking for your support in helping me get my close relatives out into safety. My relative lived a hard life after having is right hand amputated from the remnants of Israeli explosives in a previous war. Despite that, it did not hinder him from working in order to provide for his family. But now that he has lost his home, and with the worsening living conditions, He has decided that it is best to leave for the sake of his children.

Of course, be sure to check your local organizations to help those in need of shelter and food, especially if you live in a very cold area!

And remember that if you can't donate, you can always share AND boycott!

Also if I need to edit anything in this post, just let me know.

[bonbonly]

Eek eek eek why am I STARVING for more brothers best friend Charles and being on vacation and he’s just all horny and yghshhwhw work your magic. Pleaseeee

finally got back to this because i'm actually a little whore for charles right now

bon's thoughts (18+)

your brother can't seem to understand why charles keeps coming over to his house again and again, as if waiting for a gift only to never receive it. he doesn't ask, though, because he's just grateful to have a best friend that's so eager to spend time with him! the real reason though was pretty obvious: charles wanted to see you, he wanted to see what you were up to, but each time he came over he forgot that your university let students out for vacation later than his university did. he always forgets the date, so he shows up at your house every day just in case you spring up on him out of nowhere.

a few nights ago, he finally found your instagram through your brother and decided to send you a follow request, your account was private and for very good obvious reasons. he's up in his bed, waiting for you to follow him back and when you do, he immediately checks your story. you're laying in bed wearing quite the scandalous outfit and he checks when you uploaded the story. 2 minutes ago. he's smirking to himself, closing his phone and cracking his knuckles. oh he surely was going to have fun with you when you got back.

when you arrive at your lovely house, the first face you see is not even your parents or your brother, it's charles with a big smile on his face. he pulls out into a hug, inhaling your scent that he missed for so long, and he buries his face into your neck, kissing your skin while you pat his shoulders, telling him to get off of you before your brother sees.

"oh mon ange, your brother isn't here!" charles grins, and you frown,

"but i come back today? they know that," you respond.

"oh i know that, but i managed to tell your family that you're actually coming tomorrow, so i got them tickets to see a movie to spend their time. they won't be here for a long while," his fingers toy with the straps of your tank top, "and i intend to make up for all the time you spent away from me."

you inhale, sharply, as charles carries you upstairs to your bedroom, placing you onto the bed. he tugs at your top, demanding you to start stripping and you do, almost as if it's on instinct. he gives you a pleased smile, kissing your lips as you lean into your bed,

"so perfect, oh you're so perfect for me," he groans, lips trailing down your bare body before nestling himself between your legs. you buck against him without thinking and he spreads your legs wider, lapping at your sweet cunt as he chuckles, the vibrations going straight to your core. you're leaking uncontrollably at this point, unable to quiet your moans. he seals his lips around your clit, sucking gently as he continues to thrust his tongue inside you as his hands travel upwards to pinch and twist your nipples. your back arches, crying out loud as you cum and you can feel him grin against you, sucking and lapping your clit to prolong your release. "i could eat you out for hours, but no."

he pulls away, licking his lips and staring at you darkly, "i want you on your knees, and i want you to apologize for being away from me for so long. i'm going to make sure every hole of yours is filled with my cum before your family comes back."

and you gulp at his words, knowing he has no plans of stopping any time soon.

[chxrry-lv]

희승 - Can’t get enough -> L.HS

Synopsis -> You didn’t expect to be laid down on your back in your enemy, heesung’s bed, as he had your legs spread just to eat you out.

Paring -> Horny-Enemy!Heesung x Sensitive-Fem!Reader.

Warning-> Sex, oral sex [ Reader receiving ], aftercare, cum, daddy kink and pet names.

Wc - 889 -> Click here.

DESC - ✿︑︒⚬∙︓·⠄ This is my only account!! any other account that has my work! Please don't be afraid to P.M me and help take it down.. & All works under - #✶.enha

Currently you were laid down on your back in your enemy, heesung’s bed, as he had your legs spread, and was eating you out.

How did you even end up in this situation..?

Well as you were at home earlier in the day, your parents who are friends with Heesung’s parents were invited to have a dinner with them at the lee’s residence.

Upon arrival you were upset, you literally had other plans with your friends for today but you were spending it with the person you despised. Heesung.

Why didn’t you like heesung..? Well it was because ever since you guys were in the same school and kindergarten, he has been bullying you for the whole entire time.

So getting to like him was never in the picture, so you didn’t understand how’d you allow him in your pants.

Maybe it was the way he touched you so gently which got you swooning or it’s the fact that he smelled good with the new cologne he has on.

Ether way you were on your back with him eating you out, “Mhm, If I knew you tasted so good.. I would have fucked you earlier..”

You covered your mouth as he licked up and down, and slurped up all your juices. Not caring if you were feeling sore or anything, typical Heesung.

Your eyes rolling back, as he sucked on your nub, causing your legs to shut. You looked down at him as he parted your legs once more, “Nuh huh, bad girl..I’m not done making out with your other pair of lips..”

You felt as he leaned down to your face and kissed you, all while his hand was on your pussy slowly but surely rubbing it.

“You’re so wet for me huh..?” He kisses your neck, “so wet for your daddy huh..?” You looked at hit with shock, like did he just refer to himself as daddy..?

You frowned your eyebrows a bit and looked away from him, “f-fuck you..” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh I would say that to but I’m..” He thrusts a finger into your pussy, “..ha.. already doing so..” You whimpered as the paste of his fingers started to increase. “You taste so much like strawberries..”

A knot started to form inside your stomach, you felt a need for him. You were wanting more of his fingers and now you were thinking about doing anything you could do to get it.

You looked at him, “p-please..”

With that he looked up at you, smirking, “Please what..?” He raised an eyebrow and lightly chuckled.

“L-let me.. c-cum..” You pleaded with him as he slowed his movements.

“Nuh huh..” He looked at you, and tut his teeth, “You have to call me daddy first.”

As you heard that your eyes widened, “F-fuck..”

He withdrew his hands and looked at you, “I mean it’s your choice if you want to come not mine..?” He looked at you turning away from you.

“F-fine.. fuck..” You looked at him and bit your bottom lip.

“Good choice..” He slowly started fingering you, “Let me hear you say it..”

You looked away and mumbled it.

He looked at you, “Didn’t quite catch what you said..” he said as he used his other hand to cup your face.

You looked back at him, “ugh ah.. fine..p-please let me c-cum daddy..” you looked at him pouting, your eyebrows frowning in pleasure as you felt him increase his speed.

“Good fucking girl..” Her mumbled and looked at you, “Hmh…”

You let out a moan and bite done on your bottom lip, “Ahhh..fuck.. i’m gonna..!”

“Moan my name when you cum..” he rubbed you in circles.

And with that you closed your legs as you cummed all over his finger, “Ah heesung..”

He then went down and licked your jucies up, “mhm so sweet.. one of a kind..”

You sighed as you felt him continue to eat you out and your legs stopped shaking and fell spread apart. You were sensitive from your last orgasm, so with him continuing you eat you out you shivered.

“Hees..s-stop..” when you said that he looked at you, nodding.

“Sorry I hot carrirrd away..” He mumbled under his breath.

You sat up and hugged him, well although he is your sworn enemy, he’s also the first person to see your private area.

Slowly he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you close, “Mhm..sorry..”

You tilled your head, “Sorry..? What are you sorry for..?”

He looked down at you and sighed, “I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you for the past number of years since we’ve known each other since kindergarten..do you forgive me..?”

Normally when heesung would apologise, he would be joking but this time he actually looked apologetic towards you.

“..I do..” You smiled a bit before burying your head into his chest”

“Thank you..”

Not after long, he gave you aftercare and you guys ate spicy chicken ramen noodles in his bedroom as you watched a movie on the tv. You bing in his hoodie and your underwear and socks, all while he was wearing a vest, grey sweatpants and socks.

You guys enjoyed the night together as you guys found yourself more drawn together, like a special force.

©chxrry-lv

[jiraisupportgroup]

Important Update:

It has been brought to my attention by several people that there was / is a blog that is impersonating me and posting very hateful & harmful things aimed at the jiraiblr community. This blog had a username very similar to this one (jiraiisupportgroup and then jiiraisupportgroup both with double “i”s at different points in the username) they copied my profile picture, header image, blog description, pinned post(?), and even went as far as to copy anonymous asks I have been sent and send them to themselves to reply to to create confusion and trick people into thinking that blog was me.

In light of this I want to make a few things clear:

- This blog is a side blog. It cannot follow you, it cannot like posts, and it cannot send asks. All of those things would instead link to my main blog. If any blog that looks like this one ever follows you, likes one of your posts, or sends you an ask please block them immediately.

- If this blog does get terminated for whatever reason, any back-up blogs to replace this one will be made as another side blog. So please know this warning to block any blog that looks like this one if they follow you, like one of your posts, or send you an ask will never change.

- In the event that this blog is ever terminated, the first few posts of any replacement blog will be proof that it is actually me. What this details I am not entire sure of at this exact moment, and likely will not share to avoid the case of another disgusting copy-cat.

I want to give so much thanks to @bpdgrrrl1312 @bl0odied-kittypaw @criminaldoenjangjjigae @twistedsweetheart @sakiyaki-sashimi @oneeyawn @jiraikasa-kun as well as any others I may have missed (and all the anons who contacted me) for bringing this first of all to my attention, but more importantly to everyone’s attention. Thank you all so much for spreading awareness about this impersonator, and for helping distance myself from the horrible horrible things this person was saying.

As far as I can tell at the moment it appears that the blog is deleted? (Can anyone help me confirm?) But I will keep an eye and ear out to make sure, and update everyone if they pop up again. Thank you all so much for reporting this blog while I was not online for the night T-T not only for myself but also for the jiraiblr community as a whole.

It really hurts my heart and sickens me to know that someone impersonated my blog to spew hatred and vitriol. I did not get to see a majority of the things the blog did post (I saw screenshots of maybe 2 or 3 of the posts), so I can’t even imagine what else they were saying (especially to get banned so quickly because tumblr typically does not ban accounts very fast).

If this blog targeted you or even if you had the misfortune of seeing this blog, I am so deeply sorry. Please know that no matter what this person may have said you are loved, you are important, you are valid, and you deserve to be safe and feel welcome. I truly believe that, and I am so sorry that anyone tried to make you feel otherwise.

I am sending all of you so much love and as much support as I can ♡ I know many of us are stressed going into holiday season and this whole situation did not help with that. From what I can gather you all handled it quite well and for that I am so so appreciative. ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ love all of you so much and I am sending everyone the warmest wishes and happiest days I possibly can ♡ ♡ ♡

[kingofbodyrolls]

Bangtan Christmas ‘24 | Masterlist

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays! ❄️🎄

As the twinkling lights of the season surround us, I hope you’ve found some warmth and joy in the fics shared over these past 24 days. Whether you’ve devoured them all or haven’t had the chance to dive in yet, don’t worry—I’ve saved the best for last. This special rec list is my gift to you, filled with winter and Christmas-themed stories that bring me endless joy every year 🥰 It contains the fics I’ve reblogged all throughout December, BUT—also many stories that I sadly didn’t have the time to read, but was on my Christmas to read list. Sometimes life just hits you… and I really wanted to include them to make the most spectacular rec list ✨

I know some of these gems have made appearances on my blog before, but their brilliance never fades—like the soft glow of a winter snowfall, they’re just as magical every time. These stories are so breathtaking, I could shout about them until my voice becomes a whisper in the frosty air. So, please, from the bottom of my heart, take a moment to show these incredible authors some love 🎁 They’ve poured their time and creativity into crafting these beautiful tales for us, and it’s truly a gift we’re lucky to receive.

A kind comment, a heartfelt message, even a simple like or reblog—it all makes a difference. You never know how much warmth a few words can bring to a writer’s heart, especially during the cold days of winter. And even if some of them are on hiatus and don’t respond, know that your appreciation is felt.

Before we dive into this treasure trove of stories, I want to take a moment to say an enormous thank you to all the writers out there. Your words weave wonders, creating characters and worlds that have made me smile, cry, and above all, feel deeply. If your story is on this list, know that I’ve read it more times than I can count—it’s that extraordinary. So, thank you for crafting such brilliant art with your writing. You are a gift to this community, and we’re all better for it 💜

Now, let’s cozy up and explore these winter wonders together ❄️✨

Because these rec lists are so long, I’ve decided to separate them into each member (I really hope you don’t mind!).

Namjoon

Seokjin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

Please show all of the guys’ list some love, okay? 🥹

I truly hope you find joy in diving into all these wonderful stories! 🥰 Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to explore this rec list. I couldn’t resist creating another one—I’ve missed it dearly. I know some of you enjoyed the monthly rec lists, so I hope this little collection brings a spark of joy to your holiday season.

If this list has brought a smile to your face, I kindly ask that you consider reblogging it. The more it’s shared, the more people can discover these incredible stories, and together, we can spread even more holiday cheer to the talented writers who make this season a little more magical with their words ❄️✨

Hello, lovely people! I’m Lissa, both a reader and a writer at heart. Though I don’t write much fanfiction these days, my love for reading and recommending fics burns as bright as ever. If you’re looking for more Bangtan fanfics to cozy up with, you’re more than welcome to follow me, or simply explore my rec library. There’s always something special waiting for you.

With all my love, and borahae always 💜

[spacexgrl]

Bittersweet ! 💋

mdni <3 you’re here pt 8

series masterlist 🍒

~ in which Ellie breaks up with you and you go a little crazy ~

ex! ellie williams x fem! reader , abby anderson x fem! reader

college au!

warnings: SMUT!!! angst, break up, cheating,cursing, toxic behavior, smut in future chapters, sexual themes<3 feminine and girly reader ,not proof read!!

taglist: pls comment if you want to be added! <3 @elliessweetheart @lonelyfooryouonly @vamp1reg1rrrl @autisticintr0vert @amsxdoll @addthespaghetti @hemmo01 @elliecoochieeater @to-the-stray-dogs @teenagemoonharmony @velvetcakegirlie @kl1q @cirrusdoll @icedsimpsayo @softrosekisses @bbnbhm @5sos @hopelesssheaven

The short drive to the restaurant was so fucking shitty already oh and don’t get her started on the fight that ellie had with dina while getting ready. She recalled that annoying voice of her girlfriend screaming and nagging at her for her outfit even though it was the most formal thing she owned…it had a meaning also but dina absolutely hated it ellie are you serious? you can’t wear that it’s like 40 years old what will my family think?! Ellie rolled her eyes and ignored her comments, she didn’t give a flying fuck it was a perfectly fine outfit and she looked so good in her newest pair of black pants, a white button up shirt and Joel’s old jacket that he gifted Ellie because it didn’t fit him anymore..(it was from his young years he saved it for her!)

she remembered when you surprised her with sewing it tighter so it fit her properly! She can’t stop looking at the small detail you also left for her..your initials sewed on the inside of her right sleeve by her wrist..in a delicate baby blue color..she let out a heavy sigh on the passenger seat of dina’s car, her head glued on the window not daring to take a look at her girlfriend..she insisted on driving not wanting her family to see her get into Joel’s beat up truck ellie please i’ll drive..not planning to drink anyway..my family can’t see me get into your old ass truck at this point ellie just accepted that she’ll never meet the expectations of her girlfriends family..thank god dina’s driving because ellie would’ve driven into a tree on full speed wouldn’t survive without a drink or two..

that’s when her mind wandered to her first meeting with your parents it was a hot summer night you and ellie spent the entire day outside got some ice cream and forced ellie to tan with you..which resulted in a big sunburn on her back..it was painful as fuck but she didn’t care because she just had so much fun with you besides you took care of her sunburn for the next few days so she didn’t complain…later that day you invited her for dinner with your family it was a barbecue in your backyard your dad busy with everything that was on the grill he always placed extra meat on ellie’s plate so she can get big and strong as she commented that she just started working out..your mom giggled don’t eat too much from the grill i still have dessert in the fridge! and it was the best tiramisu she’s ever eaten in her entire life

..that night she also stayed at your house..you stayed up until you could see the beautiful sunrise from your balcony..your eyes were glued to the beautiful scenery in front of you but ellie’s eyes never left you..the way the sunlight kissed your nose and spread all over your face making you look like the angel you were and still are today..if the sun was a person it would always be you. ellie look the sunrise is so pretty! your smile almost blinded her because it was so beautiful and bright under the golden light..yeah it’s pretty..but you’re prettier…

Ellie woke up from her daydream as dina parked the car, heart heavy in her chest as she replayed the memories of you in her head..rethinking about what she could’ve had if she hadn’t been a total asshole..in moments like these she’d smoke a blunt or/and ‘pop’ an edible as she’d always say..(depending on how horrible she’s feeling) ever since you broke up her consumption habits have increased..she couldn’t even remember the last day that she was fully sober..but she wanted to make a good first impression today right? she regretted staying sober so bad

Ellie and Dina got into the restaurant silently, the friendly waiter walked them to their table with freshly baked bread, olive oil and red wine vinegar..ellie munched mindlessly on a piece of bread and burned her tongue while they waited for her family to arrive, still in complete silence…as she was about to give some lame ass excuse to go outside to smoke an emergency cigarette she had in her pockets (just in case she needed to calm herself down) Dina’s family arrived , not noticing you and abby right behind them.

here goes nothing

💫

you were blown away by the restaurant, you couldn’t even believe that it was a real place..it was on the highest floor of a tall building surrounded by big windows allowing you to see your city from above..you could see every single light and movement of the night it was really beautiful.

“ahh yes miss anderson! It’s a pleasure to have you and your beautiful lady here, please follow me i’ll lead you to your table.”

you and abby thanked him and took a seat.

“would you like a bottle of our finest vino tinto? i can also get you champagne or something from our variation of cocktails?”

both of you looked through the menu and decided that you wanted to share an appetizer, then you moved on to the main course, convincing abby to choose something you wanted to try too so you can share.

“i’m the driver today so i’ll take a sparkling water with lemon please and no dessert for me”

the waiter nodded as he selected her choices on his electronic device then he turned in your direction.

“i’ll take a frozen strawberry daiquiri and a matcha crème brûlée for dessert please”

he thanked you two and moved on to the other tables.

Ellie’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets by her starstruck expression as she spotted you and anderson. The way you held onto her bicep as you walked to your table made her blood boil, the fake smile she put on her face fell almost immediately. The fact that you looked like a model in your pretty dress and obviously new designer shoes didn’t make it any better. You looked like someone out of a movie..you looked like abby’s trophy wife and it hurt so fucking bad how perfect you looked together.

Ellie’s sadness quickly turned into pure disgusting jealousy as abby pulled her sleeves up to her elbows, exposing her obnoxiously shiny rolex and her stupid toned and veiny underarms. She observed how you drooled over her, biting your lip and giving her those bedroom eyes Ellie used to receive…as if you’d fuck her right there and then and she hated it she hated every second of it..

or did she?

Ellie started losing herself in her thoughts again..the voices of dina and her family slowly fading away as her mind wandered while her eyes were focused on you..suddenly you stood up and climbed onto the table, now you were on all fours moving towards abby until you were eye to eye with your noses touching..abby was already unbuttoning her shirt, exposing her chest.. the way you arched your back made her head spin it only got worse as you proceeded to crash your lips on abby‘s, devouring her mouth with your wet tongue while biting and sucking on her lower lip..

you let go of her and got on the ground again, you slipped your dress right off of your shoulders..red fabric pooling right by your ankles leaving you in nothing but your expensive designer heels. Ellie was a drooling mess she could cum from the sight alone..jesus fuck she cursed under her breath as you undressed abby, revealing her big navy strap on underneath her slacks..she took a seat on the table with you on top of her facing your backside..her rough hands grabbed onto your waist and picked you up..hovering your asshole on top of her lubed up cock..giving ellie a perfect view of your fucked out face while spreading your legs open..your dripping pussy on perfect display.

“abby fuck my ass please! yesyes fuck just like that-ah!” you begged for abby as she lowered your body down on her length..your tight walls swallowing her whole as she moved you up and down..Ellie’s eyes almost missed the way you mouthed ‘come here’ as she ogled your bouncing tits…your pornographic moans filled the entire room but the other guests acted like you weren’t there..Ellie didn’t give a fuck she needed to be inside you now..she hurriedly got up from her chair and undressed immediately on her short way to your table where you were being fucked in the ass by abby..as she unbuttoned her pants she revealed the strap she was suddenly wearing herself..it’s so thick and your favorite shade of pink..god she remembered how much you loved it when she fucked you with that one..ellie positioned herself in between yours and abby’s spread legs..she teased your drooling hole with her tip and grabbed your jaw “beg for me slut” your eyes proceed to water yes you loved the way abby split your ass open but you needed ellie you needed more “ellie baby please fuck my pussy! a-ah i’ll do anything just stuff me daddy!”

your breath hitched when ellie held both of your legs open as she slammed her hips into your cunt..every time her fat tip dragged across your sweet spot you could see stars the sensation of your holes being abused and filled at the same time sent you into an entire different dimension you were about to squirt everywhere if they kept going like this!!

“god ellie just like that! so fucking good baby! gonna cum so hard oh-!”

she loved when you screamed her name

“ellie! ellie!”

you sneaked your arms around her neck and pulled her into a heated kiss, teeth colliding as you tried to kiss her harder and harder while the familiar sensation of an orgasm approached

“ellie ‘m gonna-“

snap!

“earth to ellie? your food’s getting cold”

Ellie woke up from her second daydream of the day with uncomfortably drenched boxers as dina snapped her fingers in her face, seemingly disappointed in her girlfriend’s inattentive and distracted behavior..she quickly figured that it had to do with you..of fucking course it’s always your fault for appearing in the same places as ellie all the damn time..dina rolled her eyes as she looked in your direction nausea creeping up from her stomach as she studied how flawlessly perfect you looked..there’s no way ellie could get over you..the sting of jealousy that appeared on her heart was starting to turn into defeat..not knowing how long she can put up with ellie anymore ..she loved her she truly did but there’s just no way that ellie could love her the way she loves you..and deep down she knows that you’re not one to blame..dina wants to despise you so fucking bad but she can’t..she was the reason why your relationship with ellie fell apart after all and she’s developing feelings of pure guilt..she wished she could apologize to you but she’ll never have the guts to do so..and to be completely honest? you don’t want to hear shit out of her fucking mouth because it’s not her job to clean up after ellie’s mistakes..you’re not having any of that.

“yeah sorry needed to let it cool down for a bit”

ellie said quietly while taking a bite of her cold ass food..following with an extremely awkward silence until talia picked up a conversation with her again..eager to know all about her sister’s new lover girl..praying that she could be the one for her..

if she only knew..

💫

you and abby had a fantastic night..your meals were absolutely delicious but the cocktails were definitely your favorites! you were on number three by now abby noticed that you got more chatty the more alcohol you consumed and she found it really cute..she could stare at you and listen to your random rambling for hours to no end..right now you were telling her about you dream designer bags she had her phone by her lap and put them into her shopping cart to surprise you with two or three bags soon..she prayed to god that her dad wasn’t checking her bank account history..

“wanna head back home, baby? i’m craving some dessert right now..”

🎀

to be continued!!

[tubbytarchia]

on the topic of joel's rivalry with scott; wasn't LL!scott's kill justified on Joel, though? I feel like since Joel created so much chaos, Scott wanting to kill him and actually doing so makes sense. and in Limited life, wasn't Scott killing Joel fair again, since Joel kept trying/killing Scott? genuinely curious! I'm also a Joel fan and I agree w/your point on scott, but I feel like, while it was frustrating for joel to die to scott like that, it made sense (?)

(I'm sorry anon because I trust that you are genuinely curious and I'm trying desperately to put aside my bewilderment because I strongly disagree haha, if I sound mean please just take it as me being a very passionate Joel enjoyer please...)

Joel didn't get a single kill on Scott in LimL. Did he lead the charge? Barely. Everyone was going after Scott by the time that Joel was as well. He was no more responsible for going after Scott than half the rest of the server. The only notable kill Joel has gotten on Scott was in DL and Scott never references back to it so it's not like he's holding a grudge from that, whatever his reasons are for labelling Joel as deserving of being killed pretty much 6 times in a row, 5 of which were him, resulting in Joel's permadeath, are faulty at best. Joel legitimately has not done anything to Scott that others aren't also guilty of, Scott's insistence of having Joel dead really comes out of nowhere and the sheer magnitude of it is difficult to reason even disregarding that fact

In Last Life, yeah, I don't really care about that, that was standard death game happenings. The other instance I've been referring to instead has been Secret Life where Scott shares this similar sentiment he has in Limited Life as he kills Joel's second to last remaining teammate, and then him immediately afterward whilst taunting him about it. Just leaves a significantly terrible taste in my mouth following LimL. Joel did try and go after Scott in SL but largely only because of a task to do so. He was very happy to do it but he has never once succeeded, not even in Wild Life. Scott keeps putting Joel down and painting this image of him being deserving of his downfall when 1. Joel hasn't even tried to harm him in any notable way that Scott has referred back to until after this started and 2. he has never actually succeeded in harming Scott in any notable way after this started. And yet still Scott keeps referring to how Joel is after him for some strange reason that he can't possibly figure out, taking opportunities to taunt him and making him sound like a nuisance to his backside that he did nothing to deserve. It's incredibly frustrating when there's no justification I can see for the amount of loss he's caused for Joel in complete nonchalance. He spreads the idea that Joel is just evil and crazy (even though I'm sure he isn't even convinced of it himself, it's just beneficial for him) and should be put down like an animal for everyone's benefit and he's good at swindling people in that way to enforce his own version of events and beliefs however little water they actually hold

[youngirlfrom]

MY ONLY DAUGHTER

| The true heir to the Iron Throne looked at the newborn baby in her arms with pure love in her eyes, "My only daughter, my sweet little girl. I will not let anyone touch even a hair of your hair. No one will dare to hurt you. I will ensure that their laughter spreads throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Your mother will be with you until her last breath, my beautiful Daena." said.

Although the laughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen's only daughter, Daena, spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, no one heard them as much as her cries of pain.

| the first chapters will be about the childhood of Daena and the others. |

chapter 1 | Queen's Delight

"I hope it's a girl," little Daena said as she gently caressed her mother's belly. There was a childish innocence in her eyes and a confident smile on her lips. "I don't want any more brothers. Boys are too loud and rude."

Rhaenyra laughed loudly at her daughter's words, her voice filling the warm atmosphere of the room. She reached out and caressed Daena's soft cheek. "If it's a girl, would you like to name her?" she asked.

Daena's eyes suddenly sparkled with excitement. She was practically jumping on the spot, and with her little hands clenched into fists, she let out a little scream of victory. "Yes, yes! I'd love to!" she shouted. "I want her name to be Daenys. It's almost the same as mine! That means she'll be different from me, but she'll also be mine."

Rhaenyra admired her daughter's logical yet childish way of thinking. "You'll be a wonderful big sister, Daena," she said tenderly, her hands running through her daughter's hair. Daena's hair was another subject of admiration for her. While her brothers Lucerys and Jacaerys had completely black hair, Daena's was a masterpiece with silver strands dancing in the black. And that single, bright wisp of Targaryen yellow… to Rhaenyra, it was a symbol of her daughter's unique heritage.

“But,” Daena said, suddenly serious, her brows turning into a thoughtful expression. "If it's a boy, I still want to name him."

"Really?" There was a secret curiosity in Rhaenyra's voice. "So, what do you have in mind, my beautiful girl?"

"Aemon," Daena said confidently. "It's not compatible with my name, but it's still a beautiful name. It seems like a strong and noble name to me. Besides, we'd be honoring my grand-grandfather's name, wouldn't we?"

Rhaenyra was surprised that her daughter made such a mature suggestion beyond her age. A caring smile spread across her lips. "Aemon is truly a beautiful name. Your choice is noble," she said, shaking her head slightly.

Meanwhile, the door slowly opened and one of the maids entered, embarrassed to have to interrupt this special moment between the princess and her daughter. "Princess, your lesson will start soon. We need to go," she said, bowing her head slightly.

Daena's facial expression changed suddenly. Her previous joy had given way to distress. “Mom,” she began, pursing her lips and putting a playful pleading tone into her voice. "I don't want to go. Can I skip classes for today, please?"

Rhaenyra was used to her daughter's dramatic behavior. But she still spoke gently and firmly. "You promised me that you would never neglect your studies, Daena. Do you remember?"

Daena thought for a moment and then frowned, "But if I leave, that stupid Aegon and Jace will make fun of me again!" she burst out. In addition to anger, a tear appeared in her eyes. "Only because I don't have a dragon! I don't have a dragon and they're throwing it in my face!"

Rhaenyra's heart sank. She knew how deeply her daughter felt the burden of not having dragons, which was the Targaryen inheritance. But she still spoke in a soft and supportive tone in response to her anger. "The next time Syrax lays an egg, you will be able to choose your own egg. It is your right and no one can interfere with that. I promise you."

However, these words did not satisfy Daena. "I don't want any eggs," she grumbled peevishly. "I want a dragon. Just like Dreamfyre! A big and powerful dragon!"

The little girl jumped up from the chair she was sitting next to her mother and headed towards the door with angry steps. Her small shoulders rose and fell angrily.

Rhaenyra let out a long sigh after her daughter. She knew that Daena's anger wasn't just about not having a dragon. Her siblings' mockery hurt the young girl's pride and damaged her self-confidence. But this stubbornness… this tough personality… Rhaenyra paused for a moment and muttered to herself with a genuine smile, "I don't know whom she got this stubbornness from.."

Then, as she ran her hands over her growing belly, her thoughts turned back to her unborn baby. "I hope you won't be as stubborn as your sister, little thing," she said fondly.

Her fourth pregnancy was more difficult than her previous three. Fatigue took over her body, but despite this, she couldn't wait to hold her little baby in her arms. There was hope in her heart. Just like Daena said, a cute baby girl never hurts. But it didn't matter if he was a boy. The important thing was that they would bring new light to her family.

Rhaenyra fell into daydreaming while caressing her belly. Maybe this could be an opportunity for the baby family to come together. Maybe their children would finally be proud of each other instead of competing with humans. Time would tell.

First of all, this fiction was created with components from both the book and the series. I am neither green nor black. I prefer to love the characters individually instead of keeping a team. I hope you like my fiction. English is not my first language, so feel free to point out my mistakes and ask anything you want.

Daena Velaryon is the second child and first daughter of Rhaenyra and Leanor. So she's only a year younger than Jace. Of course, just like her siblings, she grew up with questions about her 'true blood' for years. And like Aemond, she had no dragon, so she also became an object of ridicule.

That's it for now and I can assure you that Daena will not be riding Cannibal. You're welcome 😽

I also publish my fiction on Wattpad! You can also reach me there with the same name!

[captain-hawks]

Happy holidays, Dee!!! 🎄

So glad all your travels went well! If I may, for the holiday sprint 🎁: Sakura + kissing in the snow?

Thank you!! 🩵

bambi 🎀 sakura haruka x reader

In which Sakura struggles to juggle his feelings alongside your unsteady feet in the snow.

1k — fluff, flirting, first kiss, aged up sakura

“Do you not own boots?” 

Sakura’s voice is gruff when he automatically reaches out to grasp your forearm the moment you start to lose your balance. Again.

As he’s been doing repeatedly for the past fifteen minutes every time the flat soles of your shoes have rebelled against the snowy surface of the sidewalk on your trek home.

It’s endearing, really. Despite the annoyed front he’s been putting on. 

He’s quick to let go—no surprises there—stuffing his hands back into his pockets with a scowl on his face and a dusting of pink traversing his cheeks. You tuck your face sideways into the hood of your jacket to hide your smile. 

He turns his attention back to Suo and Nirei, both of whom have a whole block on the two of you at this point thanks to your far slower pace.

And yet here Sakura is with you—

“You’re not wearing any either,” you counter, glancing down at his sneakers.

Sakura looks from you to his own feet, his pretty eyes blinking several times before he deadpans, “Because I don’t turn into Bambi the second the ground gets a little wet.”

You shrug, “If I’m Bambi, then you’re Flower.”

He pauses, blanching. “Isn’t Flower the skunk?”

Looping your right arm in his left, you tug Sakura forward to continue walking—and if he minds, he doesn’t protest. 

“Yeah, he’s cute, and shy. And he blushes whenever someone shows him affection.”

A strangled noise crawls up his throat. “I don’t—”

“Also the hair. Obviously.”

You shoot him a grin, and Sakura’s jaw works as a furious flush spreads down his neck. His lips part, readying a retort, but it’s at that moment that your lack of attention to the ground below sends your feet flying out from underneath you. 

And because you’re holding on to him, Sakura loses his balance and slips, too.

You feel your body jolt to the right as Sakura does the only thing he can do, which is pulling you toward a far softer landing in a snowdrift. 

The snow crunches beneath your bodies as you fall—or, well, Sakura’s body.

You land directly on top of him.

Sakura groans, squirming at the feeling of your hot breath tickling his neck as you laugh into the crook of his shoulder. 

“Are you alright?” he grunts, hands gently patting your back and shoulders like he doesn’t know what else to do with them but still feels compelled to do something.

“You’re more comfortable than you look,” you tease, lifting your head so that you’re looking down at him.

His eyes go slightly wide as the misty cloud from your breath meets his, tangling in the cold winter air.

“Please get boots,” he sighs, closing his eyes and dragging a hand through his hair.

Reaching out, you idly toy with a lock of his black and white strands, and he swallows. 

“You’re probably going to have to come shopping with me so I don’t slip again,” you mirror his sigh.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he inhales and exhales slowly before responding. “At this rate, I’ll die on the way there.”

You offer him a little shrug in turn. “I mean, I guess I could ask Suo or Nirei to come…or maybe Umemiya would want to go.”

Lips curling upward in a coy smile, you watch Sakura try and fail to hide the reaction that begs its way across his still-red face. 

“No, I’ll take you.”

The conviction in his voice does something funny to your insides, and you’d worry about him feeling the way it sets your heart thudding in your chest, if not for all of the layers of clothes between you.

Right, you’re still on top of him.

“Sorry, I should—”

“Wait, let me—”

The snow drift’s instability makes itself known as the two of you both try to get up at the same time, and you find yourself buried under a cold coating of said snow with Sakura on top of you this time.

He gasps around a mouthful of snow. “Shit.”

Giggling, you reach up to brush away the rogue snowflakes that cling to his hair, and he catches your hand, eyes narrowing. 

“Okay, also, you need to get gloves, too, honestly—” 

He’s cut off by the sudden press of your mouth against his.

You’ve been dancing around something with Sakura for weeks. Months. 

Something that leaves your heart dancing an unsteady beat every time you catch him staring when he thinks you’re not paying attention.

Something that leaves your fingers itching to grab his every time he goes out of his way to walk you home.

Something that nearly has you fisting your hand in the collar of his shirt to kiss him with each and every little peek of poorly-masked jealousy that you drag out of him. 

Sakura makes a noise, and you murmur the only thing you can think of against his lips, “My face is cold.”

His mouth rests against yours, not quite kissing you back, but also not pulling away. “Do we need to get you a mask, too?”

You thread your fingers with his, and he curls his own against your knuckles. Honey-thick warmth seeps through your ribcage.

“I think this works, too.”

You tilt your chin upward slightly, his top lip catching between your own. Slowly, you let your tongue slide along it, and Sakura inhales sharply.

“Haruka,” you murmur, so quietly that it’s hardly more than another huff of condensation in the air. 

But he hears it.

He hears it, because suddenly he’s kissing you back.

Sakura’s other hand cups your jaw as his lips slot against yours. In turn, you go pliant beneath his touch, your own fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. He makes another sound, but this one sounds far more pleased than bewildered as you swallow it.

More snow continues to fall, and the wind howls as it dances through the streets. His face is cold, and your toes are going numb. But his mouth is warm and soft—

—and his tongue is hot and slick and eager when he parts the seam of your lips and deepens the kiss—

A car honks loudly from somewhere nearby, and Sakura pulls away suddenly, breathing hard as he stares down at you.

You shiver.

“...we’re finding you a better jacket, too,” he grouses, reaching down and zipping yours the rest of the way up to your chin. 

[bloodfiendarling]

𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽

pair — rich student!reader x lecturer!ratio

wc — ~600

contains — dom reader, sub character, cock can be seen as a strap, written with mtf reader in mind, porn with little plot, college au, blowjobs (reader receiving), teacher x student (both adults), blackmailing, dubcon, power imbalance, picture taking

i cant get him out of my head all week .. oh my god . i need a hot lecturer to suck me off bad .. euhg ... gomen ... ive been staring at pics of him .. and now i cant sleep because of him . ratiosama , youre so pretty .. please let me hit . pleas eplease please please plea

also ..! my short requests are back open as of posting this ..!!! :D feel free to hmu on my inbox >_<

you flip through the pages lazily, looking bored out of your mind. the book you were reading.. agh, how boring. you couldn’t understand why ratio found it so interesting. and ah — seems like you found the page he left himself off on.

“so,” you used your leg to push against your professor’s head, making him choke a little before adjusting. as soon as your leg relaxed ratio finally slipped your cock out of his mouth, coughing — you made sure he didn’t move an inch. “what’s so interesting about this book, anyway?”

he stayed quiet at the question. not a talker, huh?

well, you understood his reasons. he’s been failing you for so-called incompetence. purposely screwing you over just because he didn’t like you.. well — at least you managed to get him into his position. choking on your cock in your dorm of all places. maybe not having roommates was a good idea.

all because you had some suggestive pictures of him you got.. with your own ways. not like it mattered how. “sooo, ratio..” placing the book down beside you on the couch, you lean down and grab onto his face, forcing those reddish-pink eyes into a death glare. “you gonna improve my grades or what?”

he just looked at you with that same, pissed off face. the one you’d see whenever you passed him by the hallways. yeah, he really wasn’t a talker. hah.

you sighed, waving your phone at him — showing off those pictures again. you swore you saw his eye twitch. “you want me to spread this, or, like —”

you turned your phone around, adjusting it onto his face — making sure the position was clear as day. dr. veritas ratio, between someone’s, no, his student’s legs to take cock like a good boy. it was almost amusing.

“what are y—” he almost wanted to lash out. but he knew better — not only was his entire career in your hands with just a few pictures, but you had daddy’s influence. you could most definitely ruin his life even more. only blackmailing him was probably a relief with what you could be doing to him. “you gonna comply or not?”

he nods — rather reluctantly. it felt horrible to obey. he wanted to do at least something to somehow defend himself, but it’s not like he can. “so be a good boy, will you, veritas?” prying open his mouth with one hand, the other was tangled onto his dark, purple hair, positioning it better so he could suck you off.

“you pissed me off, you m’gonna make you do more, yeah?”

with those words, you forced him to bottom out on your cock. he choked and coughed — but god did his throat feel good. you could see those pretty eyes rolling back with his brows furrowed, both hands on your thighs to push himself off only for you to get rougher.

you guided his head, bobbing it up and down your dick. even if you could tell he was inexperienced with his mouth — damn it still felt nice. that soft tongue of his swirling around your cock, messily coating it with his saliva. after you’ve gotten a good pace on him, he started doing it on his own accord. it felt kinda nice to be forcing him down your length, but this is fine.

finally — he was able to spit out your cock — coughing again. “aghck– hnnng..♡” suddenly, he looked like he was the one trying to seduce you. looking up with those eyes, drool running down his chin with his tongue lolled out like a pathetic little doggy. you didn’t know — nor care, if it was intentional or not — you could not just pass this opportunity and not snap a pic. was this a prestigious lecturer or a slut? you almost couldn’t tell.

oh you’re sure you’ll be seeing him like this more often.

hsr masterlist ♥︎

[heazueken]

In Every Timeline

*ೃ༄ summary: Jayce needs Viktor now and can’t wait for him to finish his coffee and book

warning(s): MDNI, explicit sexual content, oral sex, vaginal sex, ftm!viktor, older javik (they're like 65-66)

pairing(s): Viktor/Jayce

w/c; 6.9k words (haha)

a/n: baby's first jayvik fic! i hope u guys enjoy and please feel free to request anything!

huge thank you so much to slecnaztemnot for helping me with the translations for Viktor! Translation list: Blbečku - stupid Kurva - fuck Do prdele - shit Lásko - love Chci tě - I want you Mrdej mně do blba - fuck me til i’m stupid Ještě - more Přesně tam - right there Přidej - faster Do piči, už budu - fuck, I’m cumming Miluju tě - I love you

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Viktor had always been alluring to the eyes. 

With his soft, piercing golden eyes, his furrowed brows, and pouted lips— well, Jayce could only bask in the sunlight that was the view in front of him when he steps his way into the dining room with two cups of piping hot coffee.

He smiles down at his loved one, setting the mug down with a quiet thunk on the table so as to not disturb the reading going on by the other. Jayce turns the ceramic cup so the handle faces Viktor who almost instantly reaches out and grabs it without glancing away from the book. Jayce sits across from him.

Viktor has let his hair grow out the past two years, letting the few grey hairs fully fan out over the crown of his head. He has a bit of a stubble that’s completely grey by the looks of it (he’s always shaving it before Jayce can get a real good look) and he scratches at it gently while he takes a sip of his coffee. His eyes stay glued to the book on the table before him, some old book he had borrowed from Heimerdinger and kept forgetting to give back to him. 

Jayce watches the way Viktor’s eyelashes fan over his upper cheeks and the way his eyes follow the lines of words meticulously. His loving partner stares back at him much like the way he’s currently reading, eyes following the creases on the corners of his eyes that were so much more prominent now they’re in their sixties, his stare following down the bridge of his nose, then to his lips that he can see are faintly mouthing the words. Jayce has grown accustomed to being able to read his lips at this point and he makes out a few. Reading a book on birds. He smiles and finally takes a sip of his own coffee.

“How’s the book?” Viktor almost looks shocked when he tears his eyes away from the pages and sees Jayce sitting across from him. He lets out a small hum, comfort filling his chest and warmth spreading across it when he takes another sip of his beverage. He sets his cup down and faces his palm upwards towards the ceiling across the table. Jayce places his own hand in his without even a second glance.

“You startled me,” Viktor says like a confession and with a small chuckle. “I’m determined to finish it so I can finally give it back to Heimerdinger.”

There’s a scoff, “V, you’ve had that book for almost ten years. I think he’s forgotten about it.” His partner tightens his hold and pouts. Jayce practically melts and his heart flutters in his chest when his partner brushes his thumb across his strong knuckles. They’re silent for a moment as Viktor lets himself back into the wonderful science of birds.

His thumb mindlessly draws circles over the honey skin in his palm and Jayce struggles to remain cool. He takes another sip of his coffee which doesn’t help the beating drum of his heart and he tries to avoid looking at the gorgeous man in front of him because he feels his breath get stolen away with every glimpse. He watches the way his hair falls from where it was tucked behind his ear and sways down in front of his face, instead of removing his hand from Jayce’s hold he simply releases his hand resting on the book and reaches diagonally to tuck it back again. His nimble fingers flatten the book back down and his index finger easily slides to find the last line  he read. Jayce watches closely, his fingertip sliding across the ink on the pages, he feels a shiver at the memory of the way Viktor had been touching him just the previous night.

You see, Jayce and Viktor had a healthy sex life. They regularly engaged in nefarious acts, mostly in the bedroom. Viktor, with his “old age” complained about his leg more often now and their places to have sex had been…limited— to say the least. That was fine with Jayce, really! He always enjoyed the lazy make out session that turned into Viktor palming him over his pants which led to him being hoisted up and carried to the bedroom so he could adjust his leg easier and could lay comfortably underneath his love.

The problem was Jayce was a horny bastard, like, all the time. And despite his touching and feeling, Viktor had been blue-balling his poor man for a week now. Had he realized he was? Knowing Viktor he probably would but at this point Jayce was beginning to think he wasn’t aware at all what he was doing.

It wasn’t fair that the more time passed, the more handsome Viktor became. 

Viktor would say the same about Jayce.

Ever since Jayce had let his stubble grow into a full beard, he hadn’t been able to control himself much. When the first salt in his pepper beard started to peek out from his chin, Viktor hopped on the chance to feel the hair between his legs. He missed being about to sit on his lover's face like he used to, but he could settle with having large hands enveloping his inner thighs and pushing them apart so he could thrust against the coarse hair and wet, warm tongue. That was years ago and now the majority of his beard is grey and his hair brushes past his eyebrows, it drives him utterly insane. 

He has to sit here and act like this book is interesting when the man across from him begins to play footsy— of all things— with him. He doesn’t look up but instead slides his tongue across the inside of his cheek. Viktor lets it slide, trying to focus on the next paragraph but when Jayce’s foot pokes at him again and evidently slides up his ankle and to his shin just a little, he dares to look up and see a pair of puppy eyes staring back at him.

It wasn’t helping that his hair was tousled with sleep, brown and grey hair strand sticking this where and that and to top it all off, the absolute worst thing Jayce could do to him;

He sits there fucking shirtless. Bare chest dusted with hair and pretty skin that he could easily reach over and touch to feel the warmth. Jayce always tended to run hotter than Viktor and it was a godsend during the wintertime considering the larger man loved to sleep naked and curl himself around his partner like he was a teddy bear.

He’s gotten distracted by his eyes, he sighs, accepting defeat to the needy man in front of him and gently shuts his book.

“What do you want?”

Jayce looks at him with a puzzled expression but then turns into a silly smile, his tooth gap prominent.

“What do you mean?” 

They’ve known each other for 40 years at this point, he can’t play dumb anymore and he knows it.

“You want something. Clearly. Why else would you be rubbing your grubby toes on me?” Jayce rubs his toe against the hem of Viktor’s sweatpants and peeks under the fabric to feel his cold skin and he snickers, blush covering his cheeks.

“I can’t hide anything from you, can I?” His eyes roam around Viktor’s face, lingering on his lips and falling down to the little path of moles that venture past the collar of his pajama shirt. Jayce instinctively lets his mouth gape and runs his tongue across his bottom lip as he imagines the taste of his loved one’s skin and how soft it is, how Viktor would moan when he sinks a canine down against the juncture of his neck and creates a mark in its place.

“Dear lord,” Viktor chuckles, now joining him in his game under the table. “You look like you’re ready to jump over the table and devour me.” His good knee bends so his foot can easily slide up the length of Jayce’s naked legs. The fool came out in just his boxers, he wasn’t thinking very well because now Viktor has the upper hand.

The balls of his feet reach Jayce’s upper thigh and Viktor watches his expression fall from its teasing gaze and his eyes widen. He presses into his groin then, barely hard but getting there already.

“I think I figured out what you’ve been wanting.” 

Jayce’s hand shoots for Viktor’s ankle and knocks the table with his knuckles so harshly that the mugs clatter back and forth but neither one seems to worry if they’ll topple over because there’s a twitch inside his underwear and Viktor’s foot strokes side to side against the ever growing erection. The tight grip Jayce laces around his slender ankle has the smaller man gasping and he can feel his own wetness gather between his legs. 

“Viktor— for god’s sake—ah!” The bottom of his foot slides right down the growing length and pushes the head of his dick against his thigh harshly. Jayce always liked it a little rougher. “Wait— hold on j-just a minute, will you?!” He gasps, holding tightly to him and yet not making any effort to actually move the sensation off of him. Viktor scoffs.

“You bring me a nice cup of coffee just the way I like, you interrupt my book, you give me those needy puppy eyes and now you want me to hold on?” Viktor shifts in his seat so his socked toes can shimmy their way back and forth to attempt to jerk him off. It shouldn't be so effective but Jayce had been the neediest he’s been in a long time.

“Agh…I can’t just…admire you?” He says through gritted teeth. He lazily thrusts his hips, his other hand grips the table for support.

Viktor stares down at him. “And then you play footsy with me under the table. Further distracting me from my free time. Now I’m giving you what you want and you want it to stop.”

The bigger one almost glares at him, biting back. 

“You’re the one who's been teasing me for—“ His dick is fully erect now and strains between the confines of his underwear and the skin of his thigh. He feels his tip leak and he lets out a small groan. “Three months.”

There’s a raise of Viktor’s eyebrow and he slowly stills the motion between his partners thighs. “That is true…” He ponders for a moment, watching Jayce struggle to catch his breath. 

Viktor was never one to hold off on sex for so long, it wasn’t his fault his leg was too fucked up for him to feel comfortable in any position other than missionary. He missed it, the way Jayce would take him anywhere around the house. When he was able to actually be on his knees and take his cock down his throat so far that his nose would press right into the trimmed coarse hair in his pubic region. Or when he’d be able to be the one to top and mercilessly thrust into Jayce that they were sure the neighbors had to have heard them. 

Viktor had glanced down at his cup of coffee in thought. He was horny enough, what the hell?

“Blbečku…” He says while letting his chin fall into his chest, giving in.

Jayce smiles awkwardly, grip still tight on his ankle and his foot still very much pressing against his hardon.

“Me?” He asks. He picked up on Viktor’s Czech after years of knowing him, and he’s grown accustomed to being called stupid by the man many times now. He figures this was another time, maybe he was being foolish assuming Viktor would be up for sex.

“No. Me,” He places his palm over his chest. “I’ve neglected your needs, haven’t I?” Viktor looks at Jayce past his eyelashes and blinks a few times. He slowly slides his foot away from his crotch, releasing him from the hold and Jayce lets go of his leg then. He doesn’t answer him back but stares at him like a hurt puppy. Jayce was always too much of a softy and he wounded easily.

“I don’t want to force you to—“

“Where do you want me, hm?” 

Okay, that caught him off guard.

Jayce could barely think under the pressure and he jostled his head to find some spot to lay Viktor down and get his needs met. His hand still on the table catches his eye and he scoots his mug away along with stray papers of scribbles of equations and sketches of designs, they truly didn’t matter now and he could barely care when droplets of his coffee spilled on the paper and wood. He makes room and pats the spot.

“Here. Sit here.”

They hadn’t gone at it on the table since their 35th anniversary when they went out drinking and had to get home quickly because Viktor had gotten incredibly drunk and was ready to fuck Jayce in front of the whole bar. He pushed him so harshly on the table, Jayce for sure thought it would break. It was incredible that it hadn’t when Viktor slipped onto his lap that night and rode him until the other was sobbing and begging for a break after cumming in him three times. 

Viktor is calculated with his movements. He slides his foot back down Jayce’s leg, staring straight into his eyes with that look. The one that meant he was hungry and just as needy as his partner. He rises from his chair, scooting it so it makes a screech on the floor and gently pats his way over to Jayce who also moves his own chair away from the table. He settles his palm on the wood to prepare himself to sit atop it but the younger stops him by grabbing his wrist. He looks down at Jayce, asking him with a quizzical brow.

“Let me just—“ Jayce’s large hands easily grab into either side of Viktor’s hips and there’s an ignition of flames for them both at the touch. His thumbs prod under the hem of his shirt and the warmth of his skin engulfs Viktor’s senses. Just the mere touch of them skin to skin has him sighing and pulsing between his legs. Jayce doesn’t let the feeling linger, though, he loops his thumbs into the elastic band on his sweatpants and gently, slowly pulls them down. His skin lingers on their descent down, fingers caressing the path of freckles and moles that speckle across his lover's body. He wishes he could kiss each one, he decides he’ll have time to do that later.

Viktor’s underwear is next after his pants pool on the floor and he steps out of them. Jayce is much slower this time, admiring the trail of hair and moles from his belly button down to where more coarse hair grows. He peels the fabric away, glimpsing at Viktor’s dick that pokes out from the hair, his legs tremble with anticipation and Jayce’s jaw tenses. His mouth immediately begins to water and his warm palms feel up the back of the older one’s thighs. He grabs a fistful of skin and Viktor lets out the faintest gasp of air, he loves being groped— Jayce knows this and his hands create indents of his fingerprints all over his skin. 

His skin turns red under each grip and pull, Jayce’s hands make a seething path back up to his hips and grips so hard that Viktor releases a strangled cry, his thumb bruises the skin there and he sighs, dropping his forehead forward to lean on his stomach. Puffs of breath tickle Viktor’s tummy and he lets his head fall back slightly when a kiss is planted over a freckle on his ribcage. Jayce makes it a point every single time during any intimate moment to kiss every single mole he sees, it’s become a habit, one that Viktor to this day still can’t seem to get used to.

“You’re so warm,” Jayce brushes his lips across soft skin and Viktor sighs, dropping a hand to rest in the touseles of hair. He runs his fingers across his scalp to encourage the cluster of kisses being planted on him. He can’t seem to find words, praises flood his mind but he can only let out bellowing sighs and groaning. He revels in the feeling of having Jayce’s lips anywhere but his own lips and he wouldn’t have it any other way. His beard pokes and scratches his skin deliciously, he could never get used to the tickle of it but it increased his need ten fold when the stubble on his partner's chin joined the messy hair gathered between his thighs.

“Up—“ Jayce demands in a low growl. Viktor’s cheeks blush and immediately listens, hoisting himself on the table and letting his bare ass feel the cold wood.

Hands immediately cup the insides of his thighs and parts them, Jayce’s eyes bear into Viktor’s and they stare for a moment in awe of one another before the one on the chair lets his eyes follow down and down to where he’s been craving to look at the most.

Viktor’s wet. Incredibly wet. In fact, he doesn’t remember the last time he’s seen him this soaked. They hadn’t even had their good morning kiss yet, he had barely even given himself time to fully admire Viktor’s pale skin and feel it give under his hands. He knows then that Viktor needed this just as much as he did. 

And his clit, plump and red, staring right back at him. He spreads him further apart, soothing a hand over his bad thigh in case it begins to hurt but Viktor makes no movements to indicate otherwise. He watches the way his leaking hole seems to pulse around nothing, clear liquid dripping out and stick to parts of hair. Jayce licks his lips.

His tongue lays flat over the underworking of Viktor’s enlarged clit, laying it there for a moment before sliding it left and right. The head sitting perfectly atop the wet muscle and it jolts under the sensation. Viktor’s hand immediately goes back to Jayce’s hair and grapples tufts of hair into his fist, he doesn’t mean to yank but doing so has the younger stuffing his face further into his lover’s mound. He hums, taking his clit fully into his mouth and wrapping his lips around it expertly. Viktor’s whole body quivers and he releases a drawn out moan.

“Sakra—!” He swears in his native tongue. His head hangs back and his hair falls off his shoulders and sways as his hips already begin to rock against the wetness of Jayce’s tongue. 

The taste has Jayce’s eyes rolling into the back of his head, the smell of his musk engulfs his senses and he’s already getting drunk on the cream dripping against his tongue. He prodes the tip of it at his hole, slipping it in just barely to hear those wonderful cries escape the man before him. Viktor calls out his name, his thighs raising to squeeze around his head, his hips buck involuntarily and Jayce’s tongue slides back up his slit just to suck on his dick again, letting his tongue flick across the head and curl around the thickness of it. It’s all too much and it’s been too long, Viktor’s already on the edge and he doesn’t want to be. He’s too good with his mouth, too good with his tongue and lips, and when he laps up and down across his dick he can’t help but cry out.

“Jayce—wait—! H-hold on!”  He doesn’t relent, too caught up in the dripping wetness on his beard to even consider prying himself from the goldmine before him. Viktor wants this, he needs this and that’s why he can’t bring himself to stop Jayce. He convulses, his leg cramping but he doesn’t care at all because the pleasure outweighs the pain. He’s close, so, so close and his back begins to arch off the table. His clit jerks inside Jayce’s mouth and that tightening in his lower stomach increases with a rate he was unfamiliar with. 

It had been much too long since they’ve done this.

Jayce mumbles into Viktor’s cunt, his lips slick and sweet with his wetness and he gasps for a breath of air for a moment.

“You’re so beautiful, V.” He slips his hand in between his face and Viktor’s crotch, sliding a finger in so easily. 

There’s a moan, and Viktor grits his teeth.

“Kurva!” He exclaims, “Do prdele, Jayce…” Another finger is immediately added to encourage the sweet sound of his whimpering to escape him and Viktor’s toes begin to curl.

Jayce knew that Viktor was never one to be able to get off on just penetration. He knew the map of his body and its inner workings so well after years and years of exploring it and finding little things that drove him crazy. He raises his head to reach a free hand over and weave their fingers together as his other hand thrusts into him. His fingers are large and long, curling inside Viktor and making quick motions to thrust up into his G-spot. There’s a high pitched whimper and a few more swears in his native language before Viktor is sitting up and drawing his knees closed in an attempt to slow the uninterrupted attack inside him. They both look down between his legs to see Jayce’s fingers coming out soaking wet and going back in with a filthy drenching sound. It’s all too much and Viktor’s vision becomes blurry with pleasure.

“Jayce—lásko—“ His voice breaks with rapture. “Please…I can’t…Just—“

“Yeah?” Jayce huffs, “What? What is it, huh?” His voice shakes with the ferocity of his hand still thrusting. If he’s being honest— he’s growing tired and his arm is beginning to ache, but seeing Viktor in such bliss gives him such satisfaction that he swears he could cum untouched.

His lover lets his back fall onto the table again and his hair creates a halo of grey and chestnut around his head. He’s so beautiful like this. 

“Chci tě…Please…”

“I want you too,” He breathes, ducking his head to give a gentle kiss to the inside of Viktor’s thigh that found its purchase on his shoulders. His motions begin to slow down, he can’t finish him off like this, he has to be inside him. Viktor sits up fully, his shirt riding back down to its original place and he grips Jayce’s shoulder and digs his nail into his skin to pull him close. He kisses him, their mouths hot and the older one tastes himself on the others lips, his tongue swipes across his teeth messily and they moan together in a harmony. He pulls away, a bridge of spit breaking between their lips.

“Mrdej mně do blba.” Now that, Jayce didn’t understand but judging by the look in Viktor’s eyes he knew the implication.

“Move me to the bed. My leg’s starting to cramp.” He demands and Jayce wastes no time.

It doesn’t take a lot of effort for Jayce to suddenly stand from his chair and lift Viktor from off the table. He hooks an arm under his thighs and one around his back and lifts him with ease. Arms sling around his neck like they belong there and Jayce carries him from the dining room over to the living room. Once there he steps into the hallway just to the left and enters the first open door on the right.

Their bed is messy and hasn’t been made in a week, both of them too lazy to do it but Viktor’s large pile of pillows sits just the way he likes on his side of the bed. Jayce places him down and the lights are off all except for a warmly lit lamp that Viktor decides sets the perfect mood.

He strips his shirt off then, his chest blushing red and it travels up his neck and to his face. He stares back at Jayce who's already grabbing a bottle of lube and tossing it onto the bed just in case they need it.

He crawls onto the bed, his hand enveloping Viktor’s bad leg, his fingers press into the muscle of it and he seethes, his teeth grit at the pain but slowly it turns into relaxation as Jayce works on a knot in his muscle.

“You know,” He starts, “It would help if you actually wore your brace, right?” 

Viktor sighs, defeated. “It leaves bruises on me after a while.” Jayce suddenly looks up at him with a sad expression, his eyebrows turned upwards and his frown prominent.

“What? I thought what I made was helping…” Oh, Viktor’s hurt his pride and his feelings, he’s clearly the worst. He never meant for Jayce to find that out. He quickly cups a hand over his cheek and scratches lightly at his beard like he’s a dog.

“Oh, lásko, I’m sorry.”

“I’ll make you a better one,” The younger exclaims a little too loudly. They’re getting off track, as much as he would love to have a new brace, he needs to get fucked right now. So Viktor places his palms over Jayce’s chest and kisses him gently on the corner of the mouth.

“That sounds nice, but right now I need you. How about we talk about that after?” Jayce can’t argue with that.

He’s still hard and the view in front of him only increases his aroused state. Viktor’s leaning against three pillows, his legs open far enough so Jayce can sit between them and see how wet he still is. 

Viktor is admiring his view just as much as the other. His tanned chest rising and falling with each breath, his large and thick thighs brush against his legs and his hands slowly land on his waist. His eyes almost flutter shut when his calloused hands slide up his torso and traces the faint lines of his scars that sit where his pecs begin. It’s been many years now and Viktor finally has full feeling of his nipples again and Jayce takes much more pleasure in that fact.

His fingers circle around his scarred areolas, feather-like and soft and it has Viktor keening from the sensation. He’s memorized everywhere on his body at this point and yet he explores it every time like it’s the very first time he’s seeing it. His hands roam and admire every mole, every scar and birthmark like he’s opening him up and reading the inner workings of his soul. He travels further and further, following that happy trail again and lightly brushing his thumb over his clit. Viktor gasps, eyes meeting where Jayce’s hand is connected to him.

“I need to be inside you,” Jayce sighs, finally hooking his fingers into the elastic band of his underwear and pulling them down. Viktor never gets tired of the way his partner looks naked and he doesn’t think he ever will.

Jayce is awkward with his movements and his underwear gets stuck on his foot making them both break into a fit of giggles before it’s finally tossed at the end of the bed. Viktor propers himself on his elbows and motions for him to come closer. Jayce does just that and crawls towards him with a mischievous smile.

Once he’s got Viktor beneath his shadow, the man underneath him is following the same path he did on his torso just moments ago. Jayce is sensitive on almost every part of his body, but his nipples and neck had been the prime target for getting him worked up. Those moments in their study where Viktor would nibble at his earlobes and lick stripes across the juncture of his throat reminisces through his mind and he smiles at the memory. 

“What’s so funny, hm?” Jayce prods.

Viktor’s finger circles one of Jayce’s nipples, chest hair soft against the pad of his finger and the younger shudders under the touch.

“Thinking about how sensitive you are.” Jayce’s head  falls with embarrassment, too shy to stare at him. But it gives Viktor perfect leverage to push his lips against Jayce’s ear and whispers lowly, “Me just whispering like this easily gets you off…Remember that time I made you cum just by talking you through it?”

There’s a slight whimper and Jayce is stuffing his face into Viktor’s neck to hide further from him. He chuckles under him and the feel of his beard scratching against his neck ignites his need further. One of his hands ventures down to where Jayce is finally free from the confines of fabric and his fingertips brush against his tip. He’s leaking onto the bed, alright.

“See? You’re already dripping. Bet I could do it again.”

“Viktor—please.” Slim fingers wrap loosely around the head of his dick and Jayce’s hips thrust slowly into his palm. His lips latch onto part of his neck and Viktor moans at the sensation.

“Let me feel you. Let me fuck you.” He whines into skin, lips and teeth brushing a delicate muscle. “Please. I need it.”

It really has been a long time and Viktor’s hole clenches, weeping at the fact that there’s nothing inside him. 

He guides him, shoving Jayce into a seating position so they both can see what they’re doing. Viktor’s hair falls into his face but he doesn’t care when he guides the others tip at the very entrance of his soaking core. He sticks him in just a little before sliding the head upward and circling him around on his clit. Viktor spreads his wetness easily, soaking Jayce so he shines under the dim light and they look at each other for a moment.

“Still think we need lube?” He asks with a playful tone.

Jayce smiles back. “I just like being prepared…”

Viktor slides his shaft back down and angles his hips a certain way so the head catches at his entrance and he slowly lets go. He draws his hands away and against the bed, watching the way Jayce now braces himself on his palms on the bed and barely, just barely moves forward to dip himself further into his warmth. 

He sucks him in easily, shaped perfectly to fit Jayce for the rest of his life. No one could ever compare to the way Viktor feels wrapped around him. No one was as soft, as warm, or as perfect as him. 

Jayce is slow and precise, rubbing a hand against Viktor’s bad leg once again to ease the pain as he bends it slowly to get a better angle. Viktor feels the slight pain, but then the feeling of Jayce’s tip hitting deep inside him has him not paying attention to the pain.

“Kurva—” He moves his hips closer to Viktor’s until he’s bottoming out and letting out a sigh of relief when he feels him squeeze around him. He lets them bask in the feeling for a moment before Viktor is wrapping his hands around Jayce’s biceps and tries to grind against him and feeling his tip kiss his cervix.

“Ještě, ještě—!” He mewls, his accent growing thicker the more his arousal increases. Jayce has no choice but to listen.

He pulls away until he feels his head barely begin to slide out, and he’s thrusting back in with more force. Viktor cries out at the intensity of the thrust, his entire body moves with his and Jayce begins to set a steady rhythm. His chest heaves, his body growing warmer and warmer, he’s already beginning to sweat. Goddamn his aging body, his stamina wasn’t the same but that wasn’t going to make him give up.

Jayce lets out a grunt when he sets a particularly harsh thrust into Viktor and his lover calls out his name, hands shooting to grapple onto his shoulder. He frees one of his hands to grab at Viktor’s waist and lifts him slightly off the bed.

“Fuck, V—so—haah— so good. You feel so good.” His head ducks to see the way they’re connected and how much of a mess Viktor’s leaving on his cock. He thrusts harder and faster, groaning his name and praises.

Viktor grips a pillow by his head to support himself and feels the bruising forming on his skin where Jayce is gripping tightly.

“There—! Přesně tam, přidej!” 

Jayce can’t last long, he feels that coil in his lower region, he could pull out and get Viktor off before ultimately fucking him and filling him up but he wants to cum with Viktor together.

“Vik—Viktor,” He groans, releasing his hold on his waist and instead splaying his hand flat against his stomach and reaching his thumb above where they’re connected to rub his clit. “C’mon, V…” Jayce’s voice lowers and becomes more gruff, an indicator that he was close. The sound of the gravel and the harshness of his unrelenting finger quickly begins to send Viktor over the edge. He raises his other leg—his good one and lays his calf over Jayce’s shoulders.

Jayce’s hips begin to snap against the back of his thighs, his cock bruising the inner walls of Viktor and there’s an obscene sound of skin slapping skin and their moans colliding together. He lowers his head, bending down and presses his nose into Viktor’s and half hazardly meets their lips in an intense kiss. They hum in unison at the satisfaction of their mouths joining and Jayce thrusts his tongue inside of his partners to swipe them together in a messy show of passion. Their breath mixes together and Viktor feels his mind going foggy at the intensity of his fingers, his dick, his mouth, the way he smells, the way his hips snap into place and he rubs his lower stomach against his pulsating clit, everything. 

It’s not that Jayce let himself go by any means, even if he had Viktor really couldn’t give less of a shit. The fat that grew on Jayce’s body only made him more appealing to the eye and Viktor was able to grip more and find new things that sent him over the edge. It wasn’t the first time he took advantage of being deep inside Viktor and his belly protruding just a little was able to rub deliciously against his clit and he would grind into it until they were both cumming. 

Oh, how Viktor missed this.

Jayce becomes sloppy. His arms holding himself up begin trembling and Viktor has taken to wrapping his legs around his waist now, hands still on his chest and rubbing tight circles into his nipples. He’s close, Viktor’s sure of that— so is he.

“You gonna fill me up? Make me yours?” He says tenderly, a few more swears escaping his lips when Jayce’s tempo rises again and the wet slapping fills the quiet room again.

“You’re already mine,” He growls, almost irritated at the notion that he didn’t belong to Jayce in the first place. Viktor says something like prove it, Jayce barely hears it because the blood rushes to his ears as his cock pulses and his thrust grow more sloppy and less precise. But it’s okay because Viktor is just as close as him, reaching between each other to jerk himself off with his thumb and two forefingers that Jayce left abandoned just minutes ago.

“Give it to me, Jayce. Přesně tam— Don’t stop—! Ah—!”

He’s coming undone, Viktor’s muscles have a mind of their own while he convulses and lets the pleasure of his intense orgasm dictate what his body does. His head digs into the pillows, hair splayed around him, hand digging nails into Jayce’s skin.

“Jayce—mmfh!Do piči, už budu!” 

Jayce joins him. His orgasm hitting him faster than he could imagine, but the squeeze and fluttering Viktor began to do around him was enough to finally make him see stars. His hips still inside him while he pumps white into him, his dick tensing and releasing with each rope of cum that buries itself inside his loved one.

No matter how much time passes, whether they’ve done it almost everyday or only every few months, their orgasm hits like a cosmic explosion. Taking over their bodies and ascending them together on a plane higher than cloud nine. Their kisses felt like fire and it felt right. Viktor never understood it, and unlike his many scientific studies— he never questioned why he and Jayce fit together so well. Everything just felt right when he was with him, and nothing would come between that feeling.

Jayce is slow to pull out of Viktor. The two of them catching their breaths, they truly went harder than they have in months. Their passion had never ceased and their older bodies tried to protest the motions, yet that didn’t stop them, clearly.

Viktor watches Jayce flop over next to him, laying a heavy arm across his chest and shutting his eyes. As he lays there, staring at every detail of the man who just gave him the proper dicking of a lifetime, he feels his chest fill up with warmth. He could never explain the feeling and he could only describe it as the feeling of falling in love with him over and over again, making him dizzy and nauseated. No one else can make him feel this way.

Jayce begins to soften, his breathing slowly and plants a lazy kiss to Viktor’s naked shoulder. He feels fingers card through his beard, finger pads pass through the hair and up his sideburns, following the cartilage of his ear and then up to his hairline to push the grey off his forehead. 

“Miluju tě.” Viktor ghosts over his forehead and plants a kiss there. Jayce smiles and squeezes his arm around the smaller man.

“I love you too.” 

Time passes, Viktor feels Jayce’s cum ooze out of him and when he bends his knee— preparing himself to get up— he already feels the ache of his muscles. Fuck, they went a little too hard. But the feeling of his passion sliding out of him has him holding back a moan. His bad leg cramps bad and he lets out a quiet yell, hoping he won’t wake up his partner. But it’s too late.

“Viktor—!” He’s up immediately, gasping and staring at him with glossy eyes. “You okay?” His warm hand soothes over his arm and Viktor shakes his head.

“Leg…and I’m kind of making a mess on the bed.”

Jayce doesn’t even hear the second part of that sentence, focusing more on the pain he’s in rather than whatever mess on the sheets they have to clean later. 

“I can pick you up if you need,” He suggests. He knows Viktor can be stubborn about being carried, as much as he enjoyed to do so it was important for the other to know he’s capable of being able to walk to the fucking bathroom. 

This was not one of those times though.

“Can you? I’m too achey…” He’s being picked up before he can get another word out and their sweaty skin sticks together. He attempts to hold in Jayce’s act of passion but he lets a little slip past and he has to hide his face in his hands. 

Their shower is quick, Jayce is attentive to Viktor’s bruising in his hips and massaging the band of muscle that travels down his leg. It feels good and Viktor braces a hand in the shower wall while Jayce draws the handheld shower across his body, a sudsy hand scrubbing gently. There’s that feeling in his chest again, he wobbles with nausea but catches himself and laughs at himself.

“Jayce…”

“Hm?” He’s preoccupied by washing away the suds and kisses the bruises he left on his body.

“Do you ever feel like we’re not the only ones out there?”

He doesn’t understand the question. He stares at Viktor, eyebrow cocked.

“What do you mean?”

“Like…that feeling we talked about when we first met. Like it wasn’t the first time we had met…do you think that— oh, I don’t know that—“

“There’s more possible universes out there where there are different versions of ourselves that have their own lives and we’re always drawn together in every timeline?” 

He nods. “Precisely.”

Jayce smiles at Viktor and leans in to kiss his lips gently.

“Don’t you know, V? We’re tied together by the red string of fate. You couldn’t get away from me even if you tried.” He wraps his arms around him and their naked bodies close the space between them and he kisses the moles on his face.

“Yeah, yeah. What do you think we’re doing in other universes?”

He stands in thought, pouting his lips.

“I’ve had dreams where…you’re this great being and…well…” He doesn’t want to ruin the mood, but he can tell Viktor anything, can’t he? 

“We have…we end up sacrificing ourselves for the greater good. I think in some timeline something went wrong with us…but we were still together in the end.”

Viktor’s face falters for a moment. He sucks in his top lip and chews on it for a moment before sighing.

“Well, I’ll be with you till the end. I hope you know that.”

Jayce smiles, love blossoming between them.

“I’d do anything to be with you for a millennia.”

[hypernova-writes]

So uh… may we please get some Spy??? Just spoiling his lady??? *Brings out hands like I’m begging on the streets.*

Yes you may! (Decided to make her plus sized because fuck yea!)

Spoiled. (Spy x Reader)

Spy sighed as he waited for 7pm to hit. He was being visited by his ange précieux today. Despite him not wanting her on this base he couldn't fight with her, she was a retired mercenary so she knew the dangers of his job.

After all that's how they met.

He can remember the day like it was yesterday, Spy was undercover for a mission. He was just here to get information for a client until his eyes landed on Her.

She was beautiful, a gem among pebbles in this large sea of people. She wore a red sparkly dress that hugged her curvy figure, her lips were covered in a pretty red lipstick that made her lips look so kissable. Her hair perfectly styled not a hair out of place.

Spy couldn't help himself. He had to know who this woman was.

He marched ahead, weaving through the sea of people until his eyes finally locked with hers, and for once the Frenchman was too stunned to speak. So she did first.

"Hello there, handsome..How can I help you?"

She had him at Hello. Those beautiful (e/c) orbs looked back at him with a playful tease. Her hand came up to grab his as she introduced herself.

"My name is Y/n..and yours?"

From that day forward she had him hooked he spent many nights with her, some under the stars, some at her home and when in a hurry in the back of the car.

He sighed as he snapped back to reality after hearing a knock on his lounge door. Her special little knock. He walked to the door, opening it with a smile.

"Ah..ma petite fleur...i hope the others didn't bother you much."

She smiles as she entered, leaning to kiss him as she entered his lounge. "Of course not, I think your teammates are used to me by now."

Spy places a hand on her lower back as he closes the door back behind them. He removed his mask, tossing it to the side before pulling her into a kiss, his hands landing on her plush waist.

She giggles as her hands snake wrapped around his neck. "Someone's needy today.."

Spy chuckles. "I can't love on my darling?..it is not every day I am blessed with your presence, non?" He kisses her once more, his kisses trailing down from her lips, going for his neck, gently suckling on it.

"..Oh Lawrence..~, mhm..you're teasing me.."

Oh how he loved how his name sounded coming from her lips, he backed up onto the couch, spreading his legs with a smirk. He pats his lap to which she plops down on his lap, where he places his hands on her ass.

"Teasing? Non, Mon amour..just slowly appreciating my darling." He reached behind him on a table, where he hands her a pretty necklace hidden in a box.

"I picked this up while out one day with the others..I thought it would look wonderful on you." Spy watched as she opens the box and gasps lifting the beautiful diamond necklace and holds it up to her chest.

"Oh Lawrence! It's beautiful~!" She exclaimed as she leans forward for him to place it on her. Spy smirks as he places it on, before capturing her chin forcing her to lock eyes on him.

She bites back a moan as he grinds up into her from below. "You know..I think it would look better..if it was the only thing on."

She blushed as she averted those cute (e/c) eyes that Spy loved sp much. She yelped as her lover picked her up, carrying her to his bedroom, attached to his lounge.

He loved Spoiling his little lover, lavishing her in gifts, spending quality time with her...

And making her beautiful body Sing.

"Go ahead and be loud, Mon Amour.. I want them to be jealous of the beautiful woman I get to call mine."

[hoonieyun]

score: love!

should i be a detective?

pairing: lee heeseung x reader "y/n"

warnings: profanity, criminal activity??? lol, dramaaa, overall 18+

ignore time stamps and possible typos lol - this chapter is partially written, please make sure you read the written portion to fully understand the story!

wc: 389

hyeju entered through the glass doors of the hospital, a familiar scent wafted through her as she was reminded of being here only a few weeks ago to get help for her sprained ankle. she scanned the front of the reception area to find a certain girl she had become friends with (hoping to be more) while she was in their care. 

sure enough, she spots her emerging from a door that led to another wing of the hospital, gowon. the sweet and cute intern that had helped her and kept her company while she was waiting for her sister to pick her up. 

“gowon! hey, remember me?” hyeju asks and gowon’s eyes light up as they make contact with hyeju’s; a smile spreading across both of their lips. “how could i forget!” gowon responds and the two catch up before hyeju tells her why she’s actually there. 

“so you want me to commit a crime to help your friend prove that he’s innocent..?” gowon asks and now that she’s said it that, it does sound bad so hyeju starts thinking of other ways to help. “ok!” gowon asks, seeming more cheerful than she should be. 

gowon pulls hyeju behind the desk and they start skimming the logs, hyeju telling gowon to look out for the names eric sohn or chaewon kim and after looking through pages and pages of visitor logs, hyeju spots eric’s name next to a phone number that was identical to the number that has been bothering her big sister. 

“thank you, gowon!” hyeju says, taking photos of the visitor log as evidence before heading out. “hyeju, you owe me.” gowon says with a wink and a smile and hyejue swears no one has ever made her feel like that before. 

was this how you and heeseung felt with each other? 

just as hyeju is texting her sister and friends an update, she receives a text from gowon. 

text from: gowon :heart eyes:

our IT guy, niki, owes me a favor. i’m going to try and get him to send me footage of when eric was here to see if he actually stole the enhancements. good luck!

hyeju smiles at her phone and couldn’t wait to see where this friendship would go, because for her: she wishes it would go further than just a friendship.

masterlist - backhand - forehand

tennis commentator: hyeju coming in clutch and saving the day!! we love to see it! now that heeseung is proven innocent, what is Team HeeYN's next move and what do they have planned with Director Kang?

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