#seems to be faking it all like trying to fit in and shit and most importantly back bitching and shit and ngl

[vyankarak]

From being a "man hater" to being friends with only guys, I grew up :D

[boxingcleverrr]

Popular Hades & Persephone "retellings" are, rightly, getting dunked on all over the socials right now and, as a Pagan who has an altar to the Queen, I could not be happier. But also, I feel like a lot of people miss WHY they're bad - aside from just plain bad writing and lazy tropes. Which are, yeah, also REALLY bad.

Pretty much all retellings try to wave away, or excuse, or twist the whole kidnapping bit. And I actually do have sympathy and understanding for why, when speaking from a modern perspective.

But honestly...you gotta get over it. There are other stories to play fix-it with, not this one.

The Abduction is The Thing.

Were I a little more sober I could bring up chapter and verse of the Hymn to Demeter but frankly, if you know even the middle school mythology curriculum version of the story, you SHOULD know the themes. The story of Persephone was one mothers and daughters in the ancient world held dear, because it was a reality: you will, one day, be swept away from your home to go cleave to a man you most likely know nothing about. You will miss your mother, but chances are very good that he will be a good husband, once you get to know him, certainly better than Zeus or Ares, and he will make you a queen of his home.

Leaving home to marry was often scary, and violent (look up the history of the tradition of Bridesmaids, if you don't already know it - they were originally decoys on the marriage road). Centuries later we'd have tales like Beauty & The Beast serving the same function: comfort, hope, you are leaving your safe loving home to figure life out with a (often older, powerful) stranger. Your trauma over this sudden ending of your childhood made manifest in a Beast, or a God of The Underworld.

It's wonderful that we don't NEED stories like this anymore to comfort us (here, at least, in this culture). But if you try to force them into modern vernacular it just will not work, not really, because you're gutting out the whole point just to have a more tidy romantic male hero.

I have read MANY very good ...novelizations? fanfic(? however you would frame them, but they're certainly not "retellings"), etc. that simply take advantage of the blank spaces in the myth, and there are many!

It's not explicit that sexual assault happens - "The Rape of Persephone" as a title was coined in much earlier eras, when the word was just as often used to simply refer to abduction.

"She was starving!" the gods didn't need to eat. So it's easy to read her eating the Pom seeds as a deliberate choice on her part. Like, shit, people, scholars have written whole papers on the symbolism of this moment, between marriage rites and even yeah, Seph choosing both worlds with her husband's knowing consent.

And that, I think, is the real heart of the thing. People want an utterly mundane, spelled-out story here, as opposed to what it really is, has always been, just like any other myth or religious parable: IT'S A METAPHOOOOOOR.

They don't need to be destined, or meet at a goddamned BALL and then CONSPIRE to fake her kidnapping, or shit, I once saw one where Hades got MIND CONTROLLED by Zeus?! Jesus.

Persephone was yoinked into the Underworld against her will.

That's how it went.

I don't mean this in a "stay out of my belief system!" way, shit I'm a white American chick with delusions of witchery. I mean this in a "stop stressing yourself out trying to make things palatable" way:

This is a very real, very precious myth to many people, BECAUSE for at least that one event, Persephone had no autonomy, BECAUSE for thousands of years most women had no autonomy. Erasing that, sanitizing the fact that a girl is ripped out of the spring, from her mother's arms, is erasing the thing that gave comfort to women for centuries. And people can and should still find power and healing in it now!

Fill in the blanks the story leaves in whatever manner seems fit to you, there's plenty of room, but. Come the fuck on.

[haute-honey]

astro obs.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Libras are always expected to give others something. Others always seem to look to them to give them their time, energy, love, affection, hell even their life. Of course they have issues with people pleasing because people naturally want to take take take from them. When they try to establish boundaries, all hell breaks loose leading them to never try to establish them again.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Speaking of Libra, I'm seeing a lot of posts about how *gay* we are lol Which made me wonder and think back on all the times I've had other women who I thought I was in true platonic friendships with fall head over heels in love with me and admit their true feelings to me. First time it happened I was literally in 4th grade.... How do we hetero Libras turn the gayness off or are y'all going off of what is stereotypically gay?

🤸🏽‍♀️ Libra rising are indecisive because when they make a hasty decision or impulsive decision, 9 times out of 10 it blows up in their face. Let them take their time dammit!

🤸🏽‍♀️ + libra rising kids not only experience bullying/jealousy/evil eye from their peers, they'll even experience it from full grown adults.

🤸🏽‍♀️ I saw someone mention that not liking 6th house synastry is because you enjoy toxicity in relationships...and I disagree. I think 6th house synastry depends on the type of relationship and the sign that it is in. For me, the 6th house works more for friendships and professional relationships rather than romantic relationships. As a straight woman, the sign my 6h is in is not ideal for a relationship for me due to other placements in my chart.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Furthermore, what synastry works for you best or what synastry you find to be most romantic is based on you and your chart. Don't let any of these "astrology girlies" pump your head up with bs just because it works for them.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Fellow scorpio placements (esp you scorpio suns) I'm gonna hold your hand when I say this, someone making you aware when you're exhibiting toxic/bad behavior does not equate to them being unloyal or betraying you. You need people around you that'll hold you accountable for the fucked up shit you do sometimes. No, it doesn't make them a snake or mean that they don't love you but my god, get a grip girl and be so motherfuckingly forreal.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Aquarius men aren't the challenge yall think they are... they're just detached. If that is not your style of love, move along.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Lilith energy is for women/feminines. If you are looking at Lilith through a synastry chart, the one who holds that power when it comes to how Lilith is placed is the feminine in the equation (if there is one). Men/masculines are subdued by Lilith. Not the other way around. For example, if a man's Lilith conjuncts a woman's Venus, he won't be able to use that power over her because he will not connect to it and will not know how to use it.

🤸🏽‍♀️ It is SO FUNNY when I read other observations on Libra placements. Its either we are mean girls/bullies or we are fake/people pleasers lmfao As someone with a lot of prominent Libra placements and influence, I have always had to deal with the fake allegations or the bitchy/intimidating mean girl allegations. Its like if we're not kissing ass we are the meanest bitches but if we are trying to make an effort to please everyone, we are people pleasing fake ass bitches 😆 I need y'all to pick a side and stay there when addressing Libras.

🤸🏽‍♀️ To say a venusian ruled person (Libra/Taurus suns, risings, venus) is a copy cat is laughable because they are the ones getting their swag stolen or having people wanting to be their friends to siphon their aura/vibe. Ex: Cleopatra a Taurus sun (Venus) had her "friend" copy her entire style/aesthetic.

🤸🏽‍♀️ I applaud the female/feminine Libras who have given up on pleasing others and have taken on the bitch allegations with pride because fuck these people. Y'all are weirdos who expect pretty women to fit into whatever box you feel like they should to appease your own self esteem. Seek help.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Degrees absolutely have effects on the natal chart and don't let anyone tell you otherwise! You might resonate more with whatever sign rules over the degree of your sign or rising rather than the actual sign that sit in those placements.

🤸🏽‍♀️ I saw someone say that a unevolved Sagittarius man is scared of sex........... while that could be true they are more often than not sexual deviants when unevolved.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Speaking of sagittarius, Jupiter ruled people quite literally NEED Jupiter to help them out and provide them with more luck than the rest of us because these people are the ultimate self sabotagers. They love trouble, they enjoy creating chaos often then not. And Jupiter is always there to put out the fires they start.

🤸🏽‍♀️ You can't really tell anyone what synastry is best for romantic relationships vs which ones you deem worse because at the end of the day it is all about preferences. If you like a familial feel to your relationships, you'll probably like 4th house synastry. However, if you're like me and come from a veryyyy dysfunctional family, 4h synastry will repulse you. So figure out your own vibe and what you like in a relationship and go from there.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Women with prominent sagittarius placements often are seen by outsiders as the "cool" or "fun" moms when really they can be verrrrrry neglectful towards their children. Ask me how I know lol

🤸🏽‍♀️ Saw someone say that Scorpio sun and moon placements can be backhandedly bully people and this is when I have to bring up the issues of generalization when y'all are making these "observation" posts. Any placement has the potential to be a bully. Literally any of them. However, why Scorpio sun and/or moon might stand out is because they can be LETHAL with their words (ex. Tia Kemp - Scorpio sun). Like they really know how to cut somebody up with their words and they are QUICK with it. Kind of like a scorpion with their tail. So be mindful and don't take it there with them if you can't keep up because you'll need therapy after they get done with you.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Scorpio moon women are either resenting other women or being resented by other women. It can go either way.

🤸🏽‍♀️ Gemini women are the ladies that look a mess 99% of the time and I like that about them.

[hobies-princealbert]

pornstar! hobie brown x pornstar! reader (part 2) | (nsfw)

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who since you last collabarted with helped your page grow practically overnight. you started to gain more followers, and collaborations, even from creators that turned you down before. it was all so exciting, it was everything you could have ever wanted. well almost...

☆ pornstar! hobie brown that even though it the reason you're now so popular, you still felt something missing. you tried not to thing about that empty feeling you had after each shoot, cause maybe next time would be better. but it was never none of your collaborators made your head spin the way hobie did. you were lucky if you actually orgasmed, most of the time you faked most of them.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who practically lived in your mind 24/7. you wanted to hit him up again. you really did....but you didn't want to seem desperate or like you were just using him.

☆ luckily, you didn't need to sit on the though for too long, since, just like last time, pornstar! hobie brown hit you up. that same rush of excitement you felt the last time came rushing back. you didn't even wait a second to respond. crazy how a simply text from him got you more worked up that anyone has in the past couple months.

☆ and before you knew it, pornstar! hobie brown was sending you the details of your next meet up. he made sure to book the same hotel as last time, and even the same room. even though the room provided an air of familiarity, the conversation wasn't. you two didn't really talk much after y'alls first get together. but the sexual tension was definitely there.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who was kind of taken aback with how shy you still were. but he could tell by the way you leaned into him and looked in his eyes when he spoke, that you weren't scared. just shy. he couldn't help but smile when you nervously tried to go over what was to happen. honestlyhe could care less about the run over, thruth be told he was just as eager as you to start fucking each other numb.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown told you just like last time to guide him where you wanted him. and to his surprise you hopped off his lap. he was almost worried he did something wrong, but once you fell to your knees he knew where this was going.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who grew the biggest shit eating grin on his face when he saw how willing you were to take the reigns on this time. last time you couldn't even look him in the eye, but now you were lacking long stripes along his shaft. when your tongue felt strained you took to lightly sucking on his tip for a bit. once you were brave enough, you took his shaft till it touch the back of your throat. it was a tough fit, but listening to hobie's groans and moans made the sensation of drool dripped down to you chin an afterthought. "god darlin', i know you missed me but fuckin' hell. don't make me come yet you know i gotta work on you first. come 'ere. "

☆ pornstar! hobie brown was kinda surprised at how he still had to ease his length into you. last time since he didn't know if your cunt could take the stretch, but now he has to be extra careful with you this time. you were bucking your hips into him you, and whining for him to hurry, and he didn't even have the tip in yet. he had to use his body weight to hold you in place cause even when he was obviously trying to go slow, you didn't want slow.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who realized that you were desperate as hell. i mean look at you. your just mindlessly forcing your hips back to meet his. you don't care if you broke the rhythm. you couldn't stand that empty feeling whenever he pulled out even a little. "shit luv you're gonna hurt yourself. slow down fo' me won't you? i know you missed me, you don't gotta tell me that. but i don't want you to hurt yourself, ok?"

☆ pornstar! hobie brown doesn't know how long it's been since you've been this worked up. even when you collaborated with other creators, none of them felt the same. hobie was the only one that knew how to dig into your guts just the way you liked it. you knew he didn't want you to hurt yourself but god can'the just forget all that. "luv come on listen to me. calm down just a bit. sh shhh I know. it's ok baby, she's still a perfect fit don't worry. just make her relax fo' me."

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who ate you out from the back till you legs gave out. he insisted on cleaning you up. worse part was he didn't even wait till your orgasm subsided. once he felt you were close, he'd pull out, and before you knew it his tongue was forcing its way into you. even if you shook and cried from overstimulation, he'd just follow you anywhere your hips jerked.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown that made sure to get a good shot of when you finally squirted for him. he had your back flush against his chest. the only things you would hear were the muffled sounds of his voice, and the wet sound of his hand colliding with your cunt over and over again. yep, he was slapping it. his palm was so big it hit all of it each time. "com' on let it out luv. dont hold it in, make a mess. promise I'll clean you up. ooohh that's it good, good, good, just breathe baby."

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who would like last time, opened your legs to the camera. and as if to show he has successfully fucked you dumb, he gave you one last slap. this time he eased his fingers in, which he had no problem doin. slid them out, and grinned at the thick, translucent sheen that stuck to them. he wanted them to see just how much you came. "com' on let 'em see how fucked out she is. shhh baby lemme in. fuckin hell look at this. you're just perfect as always.

[mediumsizedfountain]

It's been years, but I'm back on my Star Wars shit.

I think the thing I love most about Oshamir as a ship is how much of a female power fantasy it is, and the show unapologetically leans into that aspect.

Like, Qimir as an undeniably powerful and dangerous man, but he very rapidly started shifting into the more submissive person in the relationship.

He's not a tyrant or a fascist or a warlord or anything like that which could be triggering and icky. He's a lone wolf committed to his own freedom and making his own path as he sees fit. He's a killer, but only when those deaths either protect/defend his freedom and independence, or advance the cause of his power and his personal journey.

HOWEVER, bro is also clearly lonely and touch starved, and willing to take on fake personas in order to find something resembling friendship.

This is where the female power fantasy comes in.

The minute he meets Osha, he's so immediately taken with her that he drops his fake persona and nearly reveals himself. Then when he is ready to kill everyone else to protect himself, he goes out of his way to avoid killing Osha, flirts with her mid battle, keeps checking that she's paying attention when he's talking. The man is crushing on her big time. He even seems impressed every time she fights against him.

By the end of the battle, when he finds her unconscious in the forest, our boy is already halfway in love.

What better power fantasy could there be? Not only does the most deadly man in the galaxy not want to hurt her, but he's totally smitten when all she's done is point weapons at him.

The fantasy only gets more intoxicating from there. Not only does he tuck her into bed and tend her wound, this guy COOKS HER SOUP and respectfully sets up his makeshift bed across the room.

From the moment she picks up his lightsaber, Osha starts losing her fear of him, because it's obvious this dweeb is just peacocking by showing off his nice body and his artfully arranged tendrils of hair and flirting non stop.

The way he literally puts his life in her hands and remains unflinchingly honest and straightforward with her while helping her work through her complicated emotions is only icing on the cake. Not to mention he keeps inviting her to join him, but every time she rejects him he just quietly pouts and respectfully backs down.

I'm not going into detail about how he follows her around like a devoted puppy for the rest of the season while also respecting her personal boundaries.

The bottom line is: Leslye Headland created the ultimate female power fantasy by giving Osha an overpowered monster who instantly falls for her, willingly and eagerly defangs himself, devoted himself to her needs, and submits himself to her choices.

It's also perfectly clear that he can still transform into a monster, but now he's OSHA'S monster. And he's also Osha's biggest fanboy and her eager emotional support person.

Leslye just knows what the girlies like and served it up to us on a platter.

We are so fed. Now just hoping Disney has the guts to keep trying something new by giving us a second season.

[reidmania]

sharpest tool | s.reid

(chapter four, motion sickness)

'I hate you for what you did and I miss you like a little kid. i faked it every time but that's alright. i can hardly feel anything, i hardly feel anything at all, I have emotional motion sickness somebody roll the windows down, there are no words in the english language, i could scream to drown you out'

summary; you never had someone make you feel safe enough to open up, until spencer. now trying to cope with his sudden absence you learn to lean on your new found friendship with his coworker, penelope.

warnings; fem reader, mentions of bad relationships, ghosting, commitment issues, self doubt & overthinking, preettyy angsty idk guys, no comfort yet but there is some fluff, and theres penelope & reader friendship!! reader lowkey shit talks spencer but he deserves it. reader is embarrassed & upset. reader is lowkey really mean, but shes coping guys. i think this is my favourite chapter out of all of them.

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SERIES MASTERLIST

The lights are low, casting a soft, warm glow on the room, making it feel almost too cozy for the storm of emotions swirling inside of you. Penelope sits across from you on the other side of the coffee table, her vibrant personality seeming muted for once. She’s not wearing her usual bright colors, just a simple oversized shirt and pajama pants, the kind of clothes that scream comfort. It fits the night. It fits the conversation.

“You want to talk about it?” Penelope asks, voice gentle, but still full of that spark of energy that only she has. There’s no judgment there. Her eyes made you believe there never would be.

Your fingers tug absentmindedly at a loose thread on the hem of your sweatpants, the silence stretching between you like an invisible barrier. But it’s not an uncomfortable silence. Penelope doesn’t push. She doesn’t know you well enough to push. You’re not sure how to start, not sure how to talk about something you’re still struggling to process.

The night had consisted of making cookies, watching sickeningly sweet romance films you both gushed over — there were numerous times you had to stop your mind from drifting to Spencer, and when it did, you felt a sickening ache in your stomach. For the most part, besides those moments where the room fell quiet and your mind drifted, the night had been great.

“He just... stopped,” you whisper, voice barely audible, but Penelope catches it. Her eyes soften, and she leans forward slightly, offering silent encouragement for you to continue. "One day, Spencer was there, and the next... he wasn't. Theoretically of course..”

Spencer was different to anyone else you met, or at least he seemed that way. You thought he understood you. The way he listened, the way his eyes softened when he looked at you, the way he made you feel like you could breathe around him. No one had ever done that for you before. But then, when things had started getting real—when you both were on the verge of making it official—he disappeared. You couldn’t help but wonder if maybe it was a commitment issue thing. Or if he really just had been playing with you the entire time.

“I don’t understand why,” you continue, the words tumbling out faster now, as if saying them out loud will make them make sense. “One day, we were close. He’d text me every morning. He’d ask how I was feeling, what I was doing. He made me feel… seen. Like he actually cared. And then, nothing. No calls, no messages. He just—”

“Ghosted you?” Penelope finishes for you, and the bluntness of the term hits you harder than you thought it would. You nod, feeling the sting of it all over again.

“He just disappeared,” you say, the words coming out harsh, jagged. You laugh bitterly, but there’s no humor in it. “Like I wasn’t even worth an explanation.”

Penelope’s hand reaches across the table, her fingers curling around yours in a comforting squeeze. She doesn’t say anything for a moment, just lets you sit with the weight of your own pain. But her presence, her warmth, makes it feel a little less suffocating.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie,” she murmurs, her thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “Spencer… he’s complicated. I don’t know why he did this to you, but I can tell you for sure, it’s not your fault. It never was.”

You close your eyes for a second, trying to swallow down the hurt, but it lingers there, a dull ache that refuses to fade. It’s not just about Spencer ghosting you; it’s about all the hope you had pinned on him. You thought he was different, thought he could be the person who made you feel safe in a way you had never felt before.

You couldn’t help the embarrassment you felt, all you had been thinking about for days was ‘how could i be so stupid.’ You had your guard up for a reason. You didn’t date for a reason, and the fact that you had let him let you forget that. You were so mad at yourself.

You missed Spencer more than you were willing to admit. Sleep evades you, and when it comes, it’s restless—haunted by the ghost of his touch. Your limbs grew weary, not from movement but from the effort of carrying the silence he left behind.

Your lips twitch into a bitter smile. “Yeah, well, maybe that’s on me. I was stupid for thinking it would be different.”

“No. Absolutely not,” Penelope says firmly, her voice suddenly fierce in a way that surprises you. “No. You were not stupid. You opened up because he made you feel like you could, and that’s on him, not you. He gave you the signals. He made the promises, and then he broke them. Spencer—he’s got his issues. He’s been through a lot, but that doesn’t excuse what he did to you. You deserved better.”

You pull your knees up to your chest, hugging them tightly as Penelope’s words sink in. It’s hard to believe that sometimes, that you deserved better. Spencer had made you feel like you could finally let your guard down, but in the end, it just made the hurt cut deeper. — Maybe thats all you’d ever deserve.

“He made me feel safe,” you admit, your voice breaking slightly. “Which i know sounds stupid— But— I don’t know.. I trusted him.”

“And then he took that away,” Penelope finishes, her voice softening again, filled with understanding. “It’s okay to be hurt. It’s okay to be angry. You opened up to him because you trusted him, and he didn’t treat that trust the way he should have.”

You nod, biting your lip to keep the tears at bay. You hadn’t wanted to cry tonight. You hadn’t wanted to break down. But being here with Penelope, his friend, his co-worker, who was so sweet and so understanding, it’s harder to keep everything bottled up.

“I just don’t get it,” you say, voice shaking. “Why would he make me feel like I mattered, like we were something, and then just leave?”

Penelope sighs, leaning back against the couch. “Spencer’s not great at dealing with his emotions,” she explains gently. “He’s always in his head, analyzing things, trying to make sense of the world. But feelings aren’t always logical. And sometimes… sometimes he runs from things he can’t control.”

You shake your head, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. “Well, he sure ran fast.”

Penelope gives you a sad smile, squeezing your hand again. “I know it doesn’t make it easier, but sometimes people can care about you and still hurt you. It doesn’t mean what you had wasn’t real. It just means he is an idiot.”

You stare down at your hands, the weight of her words settling on your shoulders. Maybe she’s right. Maybe Spencer did care about you in his own way, but that didn’t change the fact that he left you when you needed him most. It didn’t change the fact that you were still trying to pick up the pieces of your heart while he was nowhere to be found.

“I mean, he’s so damn smart, right? So.. So smart, always figuring things out. But apparently, figuring out how to treat people isn’t part of his skill set.”

Penelope chuckles softly, though there’s no real humor in it. “Yeah, sometimes Spencer’s great at solving every problem except the ones that really matter.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you mutter, shaking your head. The frustration still courses through your veins, and you grip the fabric of your pants tightly, trying to channel it somewhere, anywhere. “I’m not going to sit around waiting for some half-assed explanation either. If he wanted to tell me why he bailed, he would have.”

She nodded her head. “He is dumb.” She said.

A laugh passed through your lips as you nodded quickly in agreement. “How is he so smart — and sweet yet such a fucking coward? I’m so pissed that he couldn’t even end things in person — that he didn’t even say anything.” You ran your hands down your face.

Penelope smiled. Maybe you were being mean in order to deflect from the hurt in your heart and the way your brain fizzled with an overwhelming ache for the comfort of Spencer. “Are you sure you don’t want me to ask him about it?” She asked.

You were quick to shake your head. While you were desperate for an answer of what you could have possibly done — you weren’t desperate enough to go through his friends to get an answer. You refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing you cared so much. “No. No- Please don’t— Does he even know we have been talking?” Penelope was quick to shake her head with a grin.

“Nope! I haven’t said anything to him.. I sent a photo to JJ earlier of your bobble head collection, but I highly doubt she would’ve just shown Spencer?” She mumbled, shrugging her shoulders slightly. The words made you frown, yet glad. You didn’t care about Penelope sharing your silly bobble head collection, it was something you were very proud of.

“I don’t really care if he knows. Is it bad I hope he is really mad? Like I hope he is really really pissed off about it. Is that petty?” You tumbled out the questions as your mind swirled. You hoped he was mad because at least then in some way maybe you could believe he cared.

“Yes. Definitely petty.” Penelope nodded, a playful smile on her face. “But— If anyone has a right to be petty, it’s you.. You’re handing this better than I would. i’d want to egg his house.” She shrugged, the words made a string of laughter leave your lips.

“I really really do want to” You said honestly, “maybe then he would have to say something” It was silly, but it would lie to say the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. It was childish, and immature and so petty, but leaving someone with no explanation was also just as childish and immature so in your head, it evened out.

“I reckon he would start crying” Penelope giggled.

“God I hope so.” you huffed out, running your hands through your hair before a small smile made way onto your lips as you looked up at the blonde women. The last thing you expected was to get along so quickly with the girl. You had expected it to be awkward between the two of you, but it wasn’t. You two spent hours watching silly chick-flics and laughing, before this conversation even started.

“Thank you- by the way. For this” you mumbled, referring to her just being there. She didn’t have to. She didn’t know you, she didn’t owe you anything, she was Spencer’s friend, not yours.

Penelope grinned widely, “Don��t thank me. I love boy genius but he can be such a tool sometimes without even realising it. He fucked up and you need somebody, plus who else would make sugar cookies with me?” She teased.

You curled up by Penelope’s side, smiling at her gently. You really were grateful. “Speaking of sugar cookies, do you think we could frost them yet?”

[crazylittlejester]

i don’t know if this is something Jojo is doing on purpose, or if it was an intentional detail but i grabbed and ran away with it, or if I’ve just completely read far to into things and entered the realm of just making shit up, but Warriors and his little crooked smile are so GODDAMN important to me and I am shaking him like a squeak toy (gently)

(big yap/analysis under the cut)

disclaimer, i just have a lot of thoughts, probably way too many thoughts, and 97% of them are about Wars so I might be insane, and what you’re about to read provided you’ve stuck around so far might be the equivalent of your high school english teacher yelling with tears in their eyes about how the curtains were blue to “symbolize her sadness”. also my apologies for weird spelling mistakes or oddly misspelled words, i am dyslexic 💔 but with that being said:

Warriors to me comes off as someone who’s constantly acting larger than life. He masks a LOT in front of the chain, he acts overdramatic and a bit ridiculous on purpose, and to an extent he just is a bit ridiculous, but his reactions to things are sometimes blow way out of proportion or are just larger than life in a comedic way where it just seems like he’s doing it intentionally. He comes across as a very extroverted, talkative person, and he seems like he’d honestly be a bit loud too (whether that’s who is REALLY is or what he’s REALLY like is a yap for another post). His (physical) image and the way his character/personality is perceived by others both seem like things that are not his CORE values or the things that mean the most to him, but they do seem to be at least a LITTLE bit important to him just based on how he presents himself and the way he acts. And to an extent, the whole thing with him caring so much about his looks is canon in LU, with that one sketch of him and Legend where he’s looking at his eye in a reflection of a shield and Legend says “alright break it up you two” being the first thing that comes to mind (which is in the post “Mirror Shield”, click the name for the link)

To me, from what I’ve seen and from my perspective, there are very few times we see an actual genuine smile from Warriors, and when we do it tends to be in moments where he’s not in the spotlight, he’s not trying to command the center of attention, and/or the focus is NOT on him. It tends to be moments where he just seems genuinely happy or at peace, and those seem pretty rare. He smiles a LOT, but the majority of his smiles seem big and flashy and performative, and not that that means he’s not happy AT ALL in any of those moments, but those smiles seem a lot more controlled and closely managed because he’s aware of the attention on him and therefore thinking about how he’s perceived. (I’ve made some posts in the past and I’ll probably make others in the future about how I think Warriors puts on this “Captain” or “Hero of Hyrule” persona because of how an entire war was started because a sorceress found him beautiful, and how he feels like him being just him isn’t really good enough for that and how he feels like he needs to fit in and look/act/seem like the legendary heroes he’s being compared to. He’s created this idea of what he COULD be and that’s what he presents to others, fake it till you make it and all that, but thats another yap for another day)

However there are these little moments where we see him smile, and the same one side of his mouth is pretty consistently always just a little bit higher no matter which way his head is facing (here’s a few examples):

@/linkeduniverse, from the 2023 monthly art, “January- Cold Sunrise”

@/linkeduniverse, both from “Dawn pt. 2”

And the thing that really started this whole headcanon of mine that his REAL smile is crooked was this specific part of Dawn pt. 2 where Warriors sees that Twilight is gonna be find for the first time after most likely worrying about him and being up all night:

That middle panel, to me at least, is probably the most genuine expression of a positive emotion we’ve seen from him this entire time. No one’s focus is on him, no one’s really looking at him, he doesn’t have the pressure of being the center of attention on him, and honestly even if that WERE the case, the genuine relief that hit him once he was Twilight was gonna be okay probably would’ve been enough to get a genuine smile out of him anyways. But the second he walks into the room officially, he kinda, for lack of a better way to put it, announces his presence and starts “acting” again (also from Dawn pt 2):

And while that same one side of his mouth does seem a bit higher and not very straight, it’s definitely more even than it was just five seconds previously

Now, acknowledging there is an art style, and that I also just might be insane, but Warriors’s smiles for the most part (when they seem controlled) appear to be a Lot straighter and more even to me than when it’s a more genuine moment and he doesn’t seem like he’s “acting” so much (and just a note: it certainly isn’t EVERY time, but in general, in moments like these his smile seems consistently straighter unless he’s just flat out smirking. and im not saying it’s PERFECTLY straight either, just noticeably more even). When he’s being more dramatic or intentionally obnoxious or the attention is on him, it really does feel like his smile is more controlled: here are just a few examples, obviously this isn’t every single time he’s smiled in all of LU

@/linkeduniverse, from “Swords”

@/linkeduniverse, from “Shady Escape pt 2”

@/linkeduniverse, from “Divine Dark Reflections pt. 8”

@/linkeduniverse, both from “Magic Sword”

am i looking too far into a little thing? probably. am i insane? yeah. but i just really love the idea that when Warriors is truly, genuinely happy, the part of himself that he tries to hide, the sweet and caring person he hides underneath all the dramatics, that true self he’s probably kept hidden away since the start of the war who’s been buried under insecurity and hidden because of the fear that who he is just isnt ENOUGH peaks through, and that person comes out through his happiness in the form of his smile. and yeah it does probably mean nothing and Jojo might not have done any of this on purpose, but i’m crazy, and Warriors’s crooked little smile is so so important to me *insert image of a guy crying face down on the floor because unfortunately i’ve hit the image limit*

[mazeinthemiroh]

Heyy there! I just love your ateez reactions so much and I saw that requests were open, so here is mine, I hope that's ok.

So, I've seen this concept a bit with other groups but I never found an ateez one, when they give the reader gf privileges, like the reader kiss them on the cheek and they don't have a problem with that (looking at you, hongjoong) and other things like that they don't let the others members do at all. I just imagine the others being so dramatic about it too lol.

ateez giving their s/o partner privileges

genre: crack, fluff, everything in between

word count: 1.7k

warnings: cursing, wooyoung acting like... wooyoung, sanho bromance, idk its all very chaotic ok??

a/n: there is a LOT of wooyoung in this like he's in most of them because idk he's an icon and i felt like he fit the criteria for most of these so that's that. tysm for your request, this is such a cute and fun idea i love it! sorry it took like 10,000 years for me to do 🧑‍🦯

hongjoong

wooyoung had his hands on his hips when he found hongjoong cuddled up with you on the sofa. legs folded over yours, arms wrapped around you tightly; he had never seen his leader show this much physical affection before. it was a weird sight to see.

"what do you want," hongjoong peered over your head, which currently lay on his chest, to see wooyoung still watching you both.

"oh," wooyoung said bluntly, "i see how it is."

"what are you on about," hongjoong rolled his eyes.

"i can't even poke your cheek without you squeaming away, but then they are all over you," wooyoung gestures to the cuddling session taking place, his tone exasperated.

hongjoong rolled his eyes and grinned slightly.

"yeah well, they're just better than you," hongjoong stated before placing his chin atop your head as you snuggled down further into his arms.

"why are you acting all jealous, you weirdo" hongjoong added as wooyoung continued to glare.

"disgusting behaviour," wooyoung fake gagged at the two of you being cute together. he'd have to get used to this side of hongjoong because you couldn't help but bring it out of him.

seonghwa

seonghwa had a thing about his hair. in the sense that... he didn't want anyone touching it.

stylists can, sure. but when his members came close to it seonghwa would throw hands. they would always mess it up, especially woosan, who were both rough with him in general and liked pulling on his hair to tease him.

but you're his partner. who was he to deny you of such a pleasure? playing with his hair brought you great joy.

so you sat on the couch, his head in your lap and eyes fluttered closed as he was telling you about his day in his usual calm, low voice. your hands folded through his hair, fingers lacing in between the fibres.

"oh i see how it is" wooyoung and san collectively joined the room to ruin the peaceful atmosphere, "you let them touch your hair but not us?"

you just grinned as you watched your boyfriend's eyes roll dramatically at his friends.

"go away" he mumbled, closing his eyes once more.

before you could stop them, the pair came over and messed up his hair quickly and not-so-gently, making him gasp and sit upright.

"little shits" seonghwa snarled as they ran away chuckling to themselves.

"you love them really," you said with a smile, pulling his head back down gently to your lap as he closed his eyes once more.

yunho

you had many benefits from dating yunho. he was handsome, kind, hilarious... you loved everything about him. but a privilege you have with him is helping him pick out his clothes.

"maybe try this colour tie instead," you handed him a burgundy tie, which seemed to please him.

hongjoong leaned against the door frame, watching yunho slide the tie around his collared neck.

"is this why you don't ask me for fashion advice anymore?" hongjoong pursed his lips as you smirked and winked over at him.

"that," yunho had elegantly twisted his fingers and folded his tie expertly quick, "and the fact that you have a very radical style. too noisy for me, i like things simple."

hongjoong shrugged a bit, "why be boring when you can be bold?"

"why where black when you can wear yellow?" yunho remarked back, grinning at you in the mirror as you stifled a laugh.

"fine, i get it" hongjoong pushed himself off the door frame, "have fun dressing your doll, y/n."

"oh i will~" you hummed, slipping your hands over the shoulders of his suit once he turned around to face you, a small grin still on his lips.

"perfect."

yeosang

"oh look it's mister 'don't touch me'" jongho mused as he came in to find yeosang spread out on the sofa with you hanging onto him like a koala.

"oh hello," yeosang vaguely looked over in his friend's direction "what's your name again?"

"oh you think you're so funny," jongho shook his head as yeosang snuggled into you gently. "i was gonna watch the football game in here."

"go ahead" you piped up, your voice sounding muffled because your face was buried in yeosang's neck. the vibrations of your voice tickled his neck, making him giggle. yeah, you guys weren't going to move anytime soon.

jongho's blank expression didn't change; public displays of affection were not his thing.

"nah forget it," jongho said, "i'll leave you lovebirds in peace."

"good, bye-bye" yeosang yawned and you hit him lightly for being rude, giving him a little glare

"i mean 'nooo, stay with us'" yeosang was so unserious he literally can't go 2 seconds without being sarcastic.

jongho shook his head "i couldn't possibly think of anything worse. having fun!" and he walked out with no other words said.

san

san is quite handsy with everyone he is close to so there's not much he wouldn't do to his members than he does to you.

but he would just concentrate his affection on you a lot more. you'd get all the kisses and cuddles you'll ever need to last you the rest of the year!

and the members noticed this.

"no goodnight kiss?" yunho would ask san in a teasing voice.

"not for you," san grinned sleepily, making his way towards his room, where you were waiting for him.

"wow, you've changed" yunho hummed before going back to his video game. of course, he didn't care, he just wanted to get under san's skin.

and he did. san pouted slightly, feeling guilty that he hadn't shown his friend much affection recently.

"you're just jealous because you don't have a partner" san would say, folding his arms over his chest.

when yunho didn't reply san rushed to him and placed a kiss on his cheek "goodnight" he grumbled and yunho grimaced in disgust, leaning away.

"ewww save that for your partner, lover-boy" yunho grimaced in disgust, leaning away from his affectionate roommate, who looked at him in defeat.

mingi

"stop biting me, wooyoung"

this was the third time mingi had scolded the younger member. yes, wooyoung had the tendency to bite the other members. this did not come as a surprise to you at all. in fact, you found it hilarious.

"you let y/n do it," wooyoung said matter-of-factly as your face flushed. mingi rubbed the back of his head and chuckled shyly.

"yeah, don't think i don't notice the love bites you come home like every other day," wooyoung raised and eyebrow and shrugged. mingi did in fact have one of these love bites laying perfectly on the skin of his neck as he spoke.

"well, that's different, we're dating" mingi protested after his initial embarrassment about being exposed, "you bite me because you... hell, i don't even know why you bite me."

"it's my way of saying i love you" wooyoung gave mingi big wide eyes while you giggled at this, wrapping an arm around your boyfriend.

"i don't care why you do it, and that's gross" mingi's face screwed up into disgust. you hid your face in the crook of his neck as you hid the laughter into his skin.

"why are you in his neck, y/n? wanna bite him again?" wooyoung interrogated as you raised a leg to kick him.

"find someone else to bite, this one's mine" you finally decided to fight back, giving as much attitude as wooyoung was coming out with.

"i don't why anyone has to be me at all, really..." mingi stared at the ceiling, wondering what he had done to deserve this affectionate abuse.

wooyoung

wooyoung was another affectionate member. in fact, he was so affectionate that he broke the physical boundaries the members found normal, to begin with.

"you're all my partners, in a way" wooyoung would gesture to the entire room as the other members groaned, and you sat up next to him with an amused look on your face. it was always fun to see your boyfriend interact with the others the way he did.

"san is my wife, for instance" wooyoung laughed at himself, earning a punch in the shoulder from san, who shook his head, clearly offended. this was the usual behaviour he had to deal with.

"but i love you the most" wooyoung leaned on your shoulder and fluttered his eyebrows as seonghwa let out a little 'aww', the other members rolling their eyes.

"thank goodness. now we don't have to deal with the snoring anymore," jongho remarked as the boys started laughing. wooyoung glared at the younger member playfully.

"what an honour and a privilege," you said in a non-impressed, monotone voice. wooyoung glided an arm over your shoulder.

"it is, isn't it?" wooyoung beamed while you stared at him with the same blank expression.

"i need more wine."

"i'll have some more too~"

"no, alcohol makes you snore louder!"

jongho

jongho is another member who isn't as affectionate as the rest. but he finds himself being different nowadays, because he is dating you. you've definitely softened him, he usually initiates most of the physical affection between you both!

"look at you two," mingi teased, playfully, grinning at the two as you walked arm in arm. you were currently on a walk with all the other members and they all couldn't help but notice how jongho was so open with his affection for you.

"what are you looking at?" jongho whined at his hyung, but his grip tightened on your arm. you blushed lightly at this warm gesture.

"you guys being desperately in love with each other," mingi teased and jongho stared at him with a blank expression. you laughed at this simple exchange.

the 99' liners kept going 'aww' and taking sneaky photos of you two because their precious maknae has found the one.

"leave them alone, guys" seognhwa scolded, but smiled dreamily at the sight of you two. he couldn't help it, you both looked so cute.

"it's nice to see jongho like this," he remarked to hongjoong, who nodded along with him.

you both looked like an exceptionally perfect couple, and the members couldn't get enough of how adorable it all was.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Here With Me - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

hi!!! i wanted to request an ethan x fem!reader fic with some fluffy smut.

I was thinking along the lines of the friends to lovers trope: just a lot of mutual pining and sexual tension that’s built up over the friendship, which all comes to a climax (get it? 😅) when they break the tension and finally sleep together and admit feelings.

Please and thank you!!!! 😊

I didn't know my anon requests weren't on, they are now:)

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: A rainy day leads you confessions with your best friend.

You and Ethan have been friends for years. He’s always there for you, you’re always there for him. You have movie nights on a weekly basis, if not multiple times a week. You’ve spent so much time with him lately that you don’t really have any time left to find someone to have a romantic relationship with. Sometimes you miss sex, sometimes you miss waking up next to someone, but that bond you have with Ethan, and the time you get to spend with him, overpowers any of your other wants. You’d been hoping that Ethan could be your best friend and boyfriend in one, but you haven’t had the courage to make a move. You two flirt with each other all the time, but you couldn’t shake the thought that he only did it because he had no one else, while you did it because you were head-over-heels in love with him.  

It started to rain as Ethan walked you back to your apartment. It felt amazing on the hot summer day, and you both didn’t care that you were getting soaked. You both laughed at each other’s appearance; his hair slightly less fluffy, and your mascara running down your face. As the rain got heavier, you decided to try to wait it out under a huge oak tree.

“Maybe we should just go to my apartment, it’s closer,” he suggested, the rain showing no signs of letting up.

“I don’t want to walk in the rain, though,” you sighed.

A mischievous smirk appeared on his face, as he scooped you up in his arms, and ran with you through the rain. It was only a block to his apartment, but it seemed like those gym sessions with Chad were starting to pay off. That boy carried you with ease, up to the main door to his building.

“Put me down!” you laughed, as he tried to still hold you and enter the code for his door.

“No, I think this is where you need to be,” he smiled, as your eyes connected. You saw something in them that you’d seen several times before, but you’ve never been able to figure out what it means.

Once you were inside of his apartment, he gently sat you down on your feet. You gave him a light shove for causing you to get even more soaked by the rain, as he plastered a fake-hurt expression on his face.

“Do you want some clothes to change into? I can put yours in the dryer,” he said, as he walked towards his room to change out of his wet clothes.

“Yes, please,” you said, walking into him putting on a dry shirt. You caught a glimpse of his abs. Yep, the gym has been good to him.

He grabbed a pair of sweatpants for himself and you and gave you a huge T-shirt to wear.

After you both had changed, you decided to go to the living room and watch a movie. It was scary, of course, and filled with many jump scares. You jumped in his lap at one point as the villain of the movie popped on the screen, the loud sounds adding to the jump scare. Ethan looked down at you, smiling. He noticed the paths that the raindrops took your mascara on, the way your eyes got big once the music sped up as someone was being chased, the way your lips looked like they’d fit perfectly with his.

“Did you see that shit?” you yelled, after the most gore-filled scene in the whole movie played out in front of you.

“No, I missed it,” he laughed a little, glancing back at the screen.

“How did you miss that? It was crazy!” You said, eyes still glued to the screen.

He noticed that you still hadn’t moved off of his legs. He was enjoying the feeling, too scared that if he moved, you would too.

You turned your head away from the screen, another horrific death scene playing out. Ethan looked down at you, and that’s when you realized that you still had the mascara dried on your cheeks. You tried to wipe it away with your hands, a grin playing on his lips.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was still on my face? I’ve been sitting here looking stupid for the last hour,” you laughed, as he frowned at your words.

“You don’t look stupid, you look beautiful,” your heart started to race, so you tried to play it off.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure I look beautiful with these streaks all over my cheeks,” you said, but he had that same look on his face as earlier, the one you can’t figure out.

“You’re always beautiful. It doesn’t matter if your makeup is messed up. It doesn’t matter if you’re drenched in the rain. Fuck, you could walk in here wearing a trash bag and I’d still think you were the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” he said, as he started to turn red at his own words. He meant everything he said, but he didn’t know how you’d feel about it.

“Well, if you feel that way, kiss me,” you said, as his eyes darted between your eyes and your lips. He hesitated, and you started to think that he might think you’re beautiful, but that doesn’t mean he’s interested. “…or not…” you trailed off, sitting up so you were no longer on his legs.

“No, wait,” he said, pulling you back to where you were before. He leaned down, placing a kiss to your lips.

As both of your mouths moved together, he started to get hard. You could feel him through his sweatpants. Your hands roamed his body, as his roamed yours, but he pulled away. You were confused, he seemed as into this as you were.

“I need to tell you something,” he said, distracting himself from your stare with the tv.

“What?” you asked, your hand reaching for his face, turning it towards you.

“I’m in love with you, always have been,” his words flew out of his mouth at a quick speed, you almost didn’t catch what he said.

“You’re in love with me?” You asked, smiling at him. He nodded, a small grin playing on his lips. The relief of you knowing his biggest secret lifting a huge weight off his chest.

“I’m in love with you too,” you said, pulling him back down to continue. This kiss felt a lot different than the other one. You could feel the love and didn’t question the intentions when his hands started to roam your body again.

You reached down to touch him through the sweatpants, him grunting into the kiss as you rubbed him. His hands went to the bottom of his shirt that you were wearing, lifting it up. Once he got it over your head, his eyes glanced down to your bare chest. He stared for a few seconds.

“My bra is in your dryer, remember?” you giggled, as he kissed down your neck. His hands roamed your chest, just like he’d fantasized about many times before. The sighs falling out of your mouth every time his hand over one of your nipples made him even harder. His hand trailed lower and lower down your body, rubbing you through the sweatpants.

“Fuck, that feels good,” you whispered. His hand moved back up a little, his fingers tugging at the waistband.

“My panties are in the dryer, too, by the way,” you whispered, his blown-out pupils connected with yours.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” he whispered.

“Ethan, if you don’t touch me, I’ll explode,” you laughed, as you took his hand, sliding it under the waistband.

His fingers wandered the new territory, especially your clit. The way your back arched when he brushed it over made him wonder what other reactions he could get out of you. He trailed his fingers a little lower, sliding one of them inside of you, before adding another. You’d been touch-starved for so long that it was hard to control yourself. He pulled his hand out of your pants, hooking your legs around his waist. He stood up with you wrapped around him, walking you to his room. Your lips were connected; your bare chest pressed against his clothed one. He tossed you on his bed, then pulled the sweatpants off you. He’d imagined you naked in his bed many times, but this was better than he ever thought it could be.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, placing kisses up your thighs.

Once his mouth connected with your clit, you made eye contact. Your mouth fell open as he circled the bundle of nerves with his tongue. He was intently watching you as your breathing got heavier, and your whines got louder.

“I need you inside of me,” you moaned out, his hard cock still confined to his sweatpants. He slid them down his legs, grabbing a condom out of the top drawer beside the bed. He put it on, and wasted no time slowly sliding inside of you.

He took it slow at first, before you really wanted him to pick up the pace.

“More,” was all you could get out. He started to thrust faster, letting a few moans fall out of his mouth.

“I have an idea,” he grunted, before stopping his movements. He pulled out, and walked to his closet. He grabbed another pillow out and walked back over towards you.

“Lift your hips for me, baby,” he said, as he put the pillow underneath you.

He quickly slid back inside you, the new position helping him hit that special spot inside of you.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, feeling your orgasm building. One of your hands traveled down to your clit, rubbing it quickly as you chased that high.

Once you started to squeeze around him, he was a moaning mess. It was hot to see him let his noises go.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he said, thrusts becoming more erratic.

He slid out of you and disposed of the condom, then snuggled up next to your naked body.

“That was better than I ever imagined,” he said, his fingers lazily tangling with yours.

“I agree,” you said. He started to smirk.

“You’ve thought about us doing this before,” he asked.

“Yeah, but my vibrator does nothing compares to this,” you said with a laugh.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.”

[personasintro]

selfish love | myg

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; we're all a little bit selfish sometimes

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoongi x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: infidelity au, smut, angst (?), drabble 

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, oral sex (f.), some biting (nothing too drastic), ch*king, rough and unprotected sex, creampie, mirror kink, public sex (kinda?), multiple orgasms, dirty talk, cheating

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.9k+

𝐚/𝐧: feedback is always appreciated <3

Min Yoongi looks divine in a full on black suit, fitting right in with the filthy rich people wearing designer's clothes with their noses upwards, thinking they're better than anyone else. Rings adorn his long slim fingers as he brings a champagne glass to his lips, tasting the expensive taste of Bordeaux from 1990.

It's the same you're having in your hand, but you've never been a wine person who could appreciate the true taste of a vintage wine.

From across the room, he stands tall and confident, keeping his face serious as he talks to a considerably older man who could surely be his father's age. Even though his words are unheard to your ears, everything that comes out his mouth seems to be just as confident as his appearance is.

His hair is long enough to cover the back of his neck, the middle parted and tucked behind his ears as he shoots a polite smile to the man's wife. One thing is sure. Even in a room full of young men, screaming fortune and power, he stands out and he's undeniably the biggest catch of the night.

Just as the amount of men surround the ballroom, so do women of any age. You catch some women in their fifties ogling Yoongi – not that you blame them – but you hide the upcoming smirk behind the rim of your glass.

Turning to the tall tables where any kind of posh food is displayed, you decide to end your momentary watching of the scenery. You hate big crowds. Especially this kind where it's an obvious act of faking interest, kindness and friendliness. Not to mention everyone seems to talk about their fortune.

Where they're going on their hundredth vacation of the year, what a big house or mansion they've built and things like that.

After a few years of attending these, someone would've assumed you would get used to it. You haven't.

“I wouldn't go for the strawberries. The chocolate on them tastes like shit.”

Glancing sideways, your lips twitch to an amused smile at the sound of Yoongi's velvety voice and most importantly, the explicit language no one dares to speak in here. Not that there's anyone in earshot to get scandalized by it.

You shouldn't be surprised though. Yoongi is not one to particularly care about this. Still. Even you and him have to play some part.

You're met with amusement dancing in his dark eyes when you still pick the strawberry, tasting the fruit and chocolate. His eyes momentarily fall down to your lips, watching you take a bite of it as you hum.

“I don't remember asking for your opinion.” you hum, reaching for your glass you've placed on the table.

A low chuckle rumbles out of his chest as he hums. “Sharp.”

That makes you laugh silently. “They taste delicious. You should try them.” you feign innocence and sweetness in your voice, sharing an eye-contact for a moment as you lick the corner of your lips.

Yoongi watches the movement with darkening eyes, not giving you any reaction knowing there might be people watching. You never know.

His name is called out just as you brush past him, the scents of you mixing into thin air.

Hurried and panting breaths fill the vacant bathroom, one that's not meant to be used by tonight's guests and surely not in this way. The click of a lock follows, enough to make your insides flutter in excitement. Lips meeting and teeth clashing in a frantic kiss make you greedy and eager for more. Your lipstick is ruined, covering Yoongi's mouth messily and the little bit of his cheek as well.

You giggle, his lips curving into a knowing smile before he goes down to attack your neck with the same amount of eagerness.

“Yoongi, you're gonna stain me.” you complain, though make no movement to protest any further as your lower back meets the edge of the sink.

“Gonna clean you up later.”

Whatever that means, you don't bother to explain it's an unnecessary waste of time. Because you don't have time. Hundreds of people are inside the ballroom, more of them outside mingling. It's just a matter of time before someone notices you or Yoongi missing. Though accusations are mostly left unsaid, you can't have any scandals.

You might suffer insults behind your back, but it might damage not only Yoongi's reputation but his company and business too. There's too much to lose. Even with knowing this, you afford to get selfish sometimes.

You yelp, giggling as soon as Yoongi grabs you by the back of your thighs, hoisting you to sit on the counter. He's kissing you again, biting into your lip showing his thirst and hunger. As soon as you feel his fingers between your legs, dress bunched up at your waist revealing your underwear.

Black. Yoongi's favorite.

“Fuck.” Your back meets the mirror that covers the entire wall, eyes closed and mouth open as Yoongi circles your entrance with the tip of his fingers.

Finding you wet for him, he chooses to kiss you again rather than show his cockiness of your current state. You both know it's for him only.

He pushes your panties aside before pushing two of his fingers into you, wasting no time in teasing you any further. That alone makes you gasp, one hand gripping the edge of the counter while the other is buried in his hair, tagging onto his black locks. God, you love his hair like this.

He fucks you with his fingers, the sensation making your toes curl. You could cum like this in no time, but instead, you gasp out Yoongi's name. “No time.”

He growls, knowing the raw truth of reality and he's forced to pull out his fingers covered in your wetness. “When can I take my time with you?” he complains under his breath.

Despite your heart roaring with sorrow, you let yourself chuckle lightly. “Yoongi, less talking, more action.”

Looking up at you, his eyes dance with mischief as he takes off his suit jacket, quickly hanging it on the hanger beside the door. He's back between your legs before you can blink, sliding off your panties as he grabs your thighs and pulls them more apart. You gasp at the stretch and yelp right after when he tugs you to him. Thankfully, you've caught yourself just in the right time.

Yoongi cackles at your glare, kissing your thigh and that alone makes you bite your lower lip harshly, preventing yourself from moaning. And then Yoongi bites into your skin gently, your thigh flinching but thanks to his tight grip, he holds you in place.

“Less talking, more action,” he mutters mockingly, making sure he glances back at you. “Sharp.” he says simply, causing your lips to twitch.

“Aren't you used to it by now?” you jokingly breathe out, a tongue darting out to wet those delicious lips of his.

Your chest tightens at the unholy sight of Yoongi – and he's still fully clothed. Instead of saying anything else, he adjusts you one more time to his liking before you feel that insane mouth at your clit. You'll never get enough of the sight of Yoongi on his knees for you, face buried between your legs and lapping at your wetness. And then he lifts up his head, wicked smile visible as he says;

“Rushing me, but you're not stopping me now.”

He has a point. The cheekiness causes you to breathe out a laughter, breath turning erratic. The thing you would risk for this man.

“You love getting this cunt eaten out, huh?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He's so right and he knows it too damn well.

Luckily, Yoongi realizes that you're running out of time and as much as you want this to last forever, it simply can't. You're already playing with fire by sneaking out.

A set of cursing escapes your lips, despite you've been biting on them rather harshly to not make any loud noises. But it's his fault because Yoongi is sucking, making out with your cunt before he fucks you with his tongue. Not even two minutes later, a broken moan resounds and you arch from the counter, cumming on Yoongi's tongue.

Your skin is hot, no burning from the intense sensation as Yoongi laps at your wetness and cum. It's been too long. Grabbing his expensive shirt, you tug him to you and he happily obeys, grabbing the back of your neck before kissing you harshly.

Moaning into his mouth, you fumble with the belt of his pants. Eager and hungry, Yoongi helps you and pulls himself out of his boxers. You hold yourself back from rolling your eyes in pleasure at the sight of his hard cock. Veins poking from the soft and thin skin as it shamelessly stands upward, slapping against his stomach.

You wish you could take the shirt off, see his beautiful skin, chest and stomach under the material. Not wanting to focus on the disappointment of the reality, you adjust yourself for Yoongi as his eyes stay on your cunt as he pumps himself. Fuck.

“How do you want it this time?”

Such a simple question, yet you find yourself stumbling over your words.

“There's no time.” you remind him.

But he ignores you, a frown settling on his face as he asks again. “You want me to fuck you or make love to you?”

It's silly. He is silly. How can he possibly make love to you in someone's bathroom? Not when time's ticking.

“I'd much rather prefer you taking your time while making love to me… than here in this bathroom.” you point out, Yoongi's hand cupping the side of your face, thumb brushing against your cheek in a tender caress.

“I can make love to you anytime and anywhere.”

You chuckle at that, “That anytime part is not that true.”

“That… might be the truth,” he confesses, your brow arched in a teasing manner as Yoongi cracks a smile. “But don't tempt me, love.”

Your noses bump into each other as he kisses you harshly, your insides trembling and so does your cunt when you feel his tip poking your inner thigh. It's just a reminder of how badly you want him.

“So what's it gonna be?”

Your answer is clear. “Fuck me.”

A second later and he doesn't waste any time in guiding his cock to your entrance. As soon as the tip enters you, you moan loudly which causes Yoongi to shush you. Entering you hurriedly, his eyes check your face to make sure you're alright. As he gives you a few seconds to adjust to his girth and size, he pulls out just to smack his cock inside you again. He thrusts into you with so much intensity that you think you're not going to be able to walk.

You most likely will feel him for the rest of the night. It's something you should've come to terms with. And you have. You knew damn well what's going to happen when your eyes met across the room. You excused yourself from the group, shortly followed by Yoongi hot in your tracks.

The moment he caught you, he wasted no time in bringing you to the first room that's far enough from the main commotion. Which happens to be this overly expensive bathroom with shitty dim lightning.

“I'm so fucking close.” you whine, walls stretching to Yoongi's thick cock.

He pulls out, getting you off the counter as you messily land on your heels. Soon turned around facing the mirror. Your hands automatically grasp the counter again while Yoongi pulls your ass to him, positioning you so you arch your back for him.

You lift your gaze, meeting Yoongi's eyes as your breath hitches. He shoots you a handsome smile, a strand of hair almost falling into his hair as he enters you again.

One hand on the back of your neck, the other holds your hip as he starts thrusting over and over again. Your eyes roll back, not being able to stare at the explicit sight of you two any longer.

“Open your eyes, love.” he prompts you.

Forcing yourself to open them, your breath hitches again. Yoongi brings his hand to your neck, wraps it around it as he prompts you to straighten yourself. You do, all while Yoongi's fucking you. And then he squeezes your neck.

The silver band on his ring finger shoots lasers at you as you gulp, closing your eyes for more reasons than one. Yoongi's grunts are the greatest melody, echoing in the bathroom as it gets mixed with your own gasps and moans. Skin slaps against skin, giving away your sinful acts.

“Cunt so fucking good.” Yoongi grunts, your walls tightening which makes him quicken up the pace.

You barely hold yourself on your feet, stumbling as your palm meets the cold glass. Fingerprints on the mirror, you see yourself in the reflection completely fucked out. Lipstick smeared, most of it on Yoongi's lips and face as your mascara smudges under your eyes. You'll have to clean up, completely aware of not having your make-up bag here which makes the task harder. You'll have to improvise and do your best, hoping no one would question your messy appearance. Well, you hope you'll be able to clean yourself nicely with no traces of what's happening right now.

That's the least of your worries now.

Your entire body trembles as a powerful orgasm overcomes you. Gasping loudly, you're sure Yoongi's name leaves your lips repeatedly, he grunts and bites into your exposed shoulder where the straps have fallen down. Reaching his own orgasm right after, hips faltering and thrusts sloppy, he shoots his cum inside you.

You moan at the fullness of him, already feeling some of his cum streaming down your thighs. He pulls out, but not before delivering a tender kiss to the spot where he bit you.

There's not much time for coming down to your individual orgasms. As soon as you get your breathing in check, Yoongi tucks himself back to his pants, buckling them as he helps you with your dress.

Though there's a silence – moans, grunts and skin slapping no longer heard – the moment is sweet. Even though there's a realization of reality.

“Go.” you tell him softly.

He doesn't.

Instead, Yoongi turns you around by your waist, wiping your under eyes.

“Yoongi.” you mutter, ushering him to leave.

He presses a delicate kiss to your lips.

“I need to retouch my make-up.” you whisper, wiping your lipstick off his cheek. No evidence.

He nods, pressing his lips tightly together.

“The strawberries do taste nice. And the chocolate.”

You give him a look. “Huh?”

“I tasted it on your lips.” he says with a cheeky smirk.

You playfully roll your eyes.

“Though the taste was tainted by the wine.”

“Oh shut up,” you laugh, pushing into his chest softly as he backs away with that sexy smirk of his. “Go first. I'm gonna clean myself up.”

Yoongi smirks, knowing make-up is not the only thing. His cum is soaking your panties and your thighs are sticky.

“Go.” you usher, hearing the lock click.

With one last smile, Yoongi leaves the room and closes the door after him. Left alone, you usher yourself this time to make yourself look presentable and clean yours and Yoongi’s mess between your legs. Or more like what's there to be saved.

Five minutes later, you come to the ballroom, acting unfazed as if you just didn't spend your time being fucked in one of the bathrooms. You quickly went to the room where everyone's coats and purses are held, and sprayed your perfume to cover Yoongi's scent before coming here.

With your head held high, you're waved off by your boyfriend. Forcing a gentle smile, you walk up to him and have him circle his arm around your waist, touching your crimson red silk dress.

“Sorry, Mr. Son would never shut his mouth.” Namjoon apologizes, delivering a kiss on top of your head as you force yet another smile.

Across the room, your eyes automatically meet Yoongi. There he is. Standing with his wife next to him. Similarly to you, Yoongi has his arm around your sister's waist. It rests on her lower back.

“It's okay.” you manage to say, averting your eyes elsewhere but not quickly enough when Yoongi's name is called out on the stage, and you witness him kissing your sister's temple affectionately as people around them beam at the young married couple.

Yoongi walks up the stage confidently, bowing to the crowd as he adjusts his suit. His voice booms through the entire room, your hand automatically reaching for the glass of wine Namjoon offers you.

“First of all, it's a huge honor for me to stand on this stage…”

You watch Yoongi giving his speech, feeling Namjoon leaning toward you as his lips brush against your ear. “I'm planning to ask your parents for your hand in marriage tomorrow after the dinner.”

You choke on the champagne, covering your mouth with your palm. “Pardon?”

“I know you've been fucking Min Yoongi behind my back.”

You gape, “Namjoon–”

“So I expect you to say yes when I ask you tomorrow.”

You're speechless, not breathing as your heartbeat drums in your ears. Yoongi's voice fades away while he stands proud and tall on the stage, shooting a handsome smile at the crowd as your face pales within seconds.

Well fuck.

You're utterly fucked.

[starillusion13]

Under the moonlight

The above beautiful Hwa edit is from @whiteblackswan

Pairing: vampire! Seonghwa x f! reader (ft. Hongjoong)

Genre: Vampire au, Angst, Smut

Warnings: marriage under lies, fake mate, poisoning, mating, bonding, blood, biting, slight overstimulation, nipple play, raw penetration ( don't do unnecessarily buddies). Do tell me if I have missed anything.

W.C: 5k+

For my bestfriend: @mymoodwriting ( I love you so much my Rose)

Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Note: Thanks for reading and reblogging my fics. I appreciate it a lot and I love you my stellars for inspiring me to write all these shits:)))

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🔞 . PLEASE BE INNOCENT

“I know who you are.”

“Interesting.” A laugh echoes all around the royal chamber and the hallways. The laugh is genuine with a mocking tone and evil means.

You snap your head towards the direction you are guessing the source of the laugh but nothing is visible to you. Every corner of the room is like hollow darkness with mysteries waiting to be explored. The aroma of sandalwood and roses are outlining the wicked love of the person who is currently out of your sight but you are all visible to HIM.

The burning candles and the flames around every corner of the room lighting up the darkness and your teary eyes filled with a strong passion and hatred are shining like the diamonds in a pit hole.

“Why are you hiding? Are you afraid, blood-fool?”

“Shut up! I have told you repeatedly not to call me that.”

His tone is stern and you can feel his piercing black eyes sharply focused on you. Trying to take one step closer to the stairs, you got held back by those restraints on your hands and legs. You don't have a single bit of idea about the restraints on your body, the long golden tree roots emerging from the ground with different white flowers decorating it and the most unique is the black roses on them with shining, lining of an almost invisible shield around your wrists and ankles. You have already tried several times to shake them off but it’s in vain. Glaring at the roots for nth time, you look up to catch the sight of the most awaited man of the night.

The Dark Aesthetic is flowing from his presence. Black hair falling over his forehead hiding one of those star-filled eyes but the other one is enough to be compared to the stars of the universe and still be the brightest. How can his eyes shine so bright? 

The black shiny suit with a loose fitted white-shirt with three buttons from the top are undone which teasingly shows you the bare chest of the pale skinned man. There is a pendant around his neck but it's not clearly visible. The black boots echoing in the huge space causing your heart to thump inside you but you don't let the man know before you so you hold a facade of strong personality.

 “Why am I here, blood-fool?”

“Y/N!”

You flinch on hearing his shout. The candle flames also lose their flow of burning with the vibration of the sound. Your brown daring eyes staring directly to the opposite black eyes. No. The eyes are wine red in color but it vanishes with your one blink. Are you hallucinating?

“What? Don't like hearing it but still here you are keeping me all tied up.”

“Shut your little mouth, Rose.”

You send him a glare on hearing him calling you with such endearment. He just chuckles on your expression and your gaze falls on his tinted red lips which seems like he has just sucked someone’s blood which apparently, he has. Both of you are standing facing each other under two chandeliers. The five feet distance between you both is nothing to keep you safe from him and his dangerous dark aura beaming out from him is making the atmosphere colder. Shivers run down your body and his eyes follow how slowly goosebumps are peeking on your soft and dirty skin. Feeling his gaze on you, you try to cover your exposed skin but how can you even do that being in such a condition.

“If you want me to shut me up then I presume you to start explaining.”

“Such a feisty one.”

“Well, you know me now.” 

Your weak yet confident self is smirking at his strong form. Even his shadow has some authority over the place. 

“I’m just waiting for the moment to break you down.” 

The way he speaks the words and the melody tuning from his mouth was so nice to your ears but you quickly regain your composure to glare at him back again.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, you are asking too many questions so let me see which to answer you first.”

He walks towards your restrained form in the middle of the hallroom and then you noticed a big black rose pinned to his left side of the coat over his chest. That is not like some usual flowers but gifted just like yours. How?

He looks over his chest following your eyes and he smiles seeing the flower and when he looks up, his gaze travels to your whole form standing in a thin white royal silk gown and your princess tiara on your head reflecting the flames of fire through the mini diamond works.

“You have this flower…..but how?”

“Why can't I have this when you also have the same one?” 

You look over to your right shoulder to see the white Rose but it looks so weak in front of the black one just like you in front of him. Your confused facial turns towards him. 

“Why are you comparing that to mine? It's a mate thing, not some matching stuff for your grand party.”

“I know it’s a mate thing and that’s why I have this.”

“You can’t have a Rose. Only Hongjoong can have this. I am his mate.”

“No. You are not his mate, Y/N.”

“You think I will believe a monster like you. Never.”

He comes closer to you, leaning forward to meet your brown orbs. You avoid to meet his eyes but the grip on your jaw makes you to face his dangerous smiling face. He looks so beautiful in so close up. What the hell? How are you getting distracted by the fact that he is the enemy of your and Hongjoong’s kingdom. Eyes scanning your face and stops on your lips, he regained his straight posture to take two steps backward to cast a glance at you and starts walking towards a table and beside it is a large curtain. You panicked on thinking what his next move can be.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry. I will not hurt you.”

You huffed on his response. “The one who kidnapped me last night, keeping me here whole day like a tamed animal and then assuring me to not worry.”

Rummaging through the cabinets, he finally takes out a silver knife with black and white stones, crystals and roses decorated on it. If he is going to kill you then its better to be like this than to fight him back because neither you can escape this place alone nor you want to stay with him any longer. He glances at your stiff figure and chuckles. Observing the knife in his hand, he is circling your figure. Turning around your head in every direction to understand his movements, he is just casually walking with knife in circles as if waiting for the exact time to launch on his prey.

“I had to keep you all day here or you would have tried to run away.”

“As if I could. But, where were you all day?”

“Did you miss me so much?”

You hiss. “I did not.”

“I was waiting for the right time and till then collecting all the information.”

“Right time?”

“Yeah. Everything needs to be done in a proper way.”

“What are you saying?”

The last thing you remember is about last night.

**************

You were enjoying your time with Hongjoong in the backyard garden. You were listening to his stories about his clans upcoming mating season and how some of them will have to adapt to some new ways to find their mate but suddenly you both felt a chill wind brush over the skin. Your husband reassured you that he was the most powerful vampire king and its nothing except the wind in early December. There was still a lingering sensation in your mind that something was wrong.

“Joong, I don’t think its wind.”

“Calm down Y/N. If anything happens then I am here to protect you.” He was smiling softly at you.

“How long will you keep her blind with lies?”

You got startled with the new voice but your husband was standing still without any emotion on his face as if he knew the voice very well. He really knew. He even knew why that person was there and even what he was referring to with lies. Blinded by lies?

“Seonghwa…..Why are you here?”

A dark chuckle erupted from the bushes and you both were alarmed while staring there. The figure appeared from the shadows with white stars sparked on his left side of the coat over his chest. The same position where Hongjoong is having a black rose.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know Hongjoong.”

“Leave this place, right now.”

“I came here today with everything prepared and I wont be leaving without taking her with me.”

“I will not go anywhere with you.”

“Y/N-“ His dark eyes became soft while looking at your form holding Jonng’s side tightly. He was not liking the fact of you holding your husband like that. Why?

“She will not go anywhere and I will make sure of it.”

“Lets see.”

In a split of second, Hongjoong attacked with his sword towards his enemy but only a metal clinging sound was heard. Your closed eyes which were expecting to see some bloods as usual caught the sight of Seonghwa glaring at Hongjoong, his eyes dark with void as if he could swallow his soul and one hand blocking the sword with his own and the other one choking him.

“Leave him. Why are you doing this?” Tears rolling down the cheek and both of the men were furious to see you in that way.

“Look, you have made her cry.”

“Shut up. As if you did not just poison her that day.”

*****************

You are groaning to not remember what happened after that but you are more confused with the conversation they had.

“You tried to poison me?”

He pauses, gaze focused below on his shoes and hand clutching tightly the knife. The hold is so strong that his hand can cut without the blade portion.

“Not tried. I had to give you poison.”

“Why? And…and where is Hongjoong?”

“To prove him I was correct. He is probably being a maniac in his kingdom right now.”

He is not looking at you but is keenly interested on the curtains, eyeing every curtain precisely. You didn’t notice before that how all the natural light sources from the nature is blocked by those black curtains.

“Prove?”

“Do you remember what happened on the day when all the royal vampires were gathered?”

“Of course. You killed so many royals that day and even you gave threats to my husband. Also, that was the day I saw you how crazy you were for blood.”

“Your blood.”

His black orb staring at you, hiding behind a lot of explanations to be spoken out, begging for you to give a chance to hear him out. His eyes travelling to the constraint parts of your body, roots around the wrists and ankles adorned with white flowers and black roses.

“In the middle of the ball room, you picked up your glass and sipping the drink, you went to the balcony to spend your time alone under the moonlight. You felt a tingling pain in your chest and your flower was shining. Your senses were telling you to run away, to leave the place as you don’t belong there. But….you ignored it and calmed your senses before putting up a fake smile and went to your bedroom.”

“How do you know this?”

“I was there all the time. That drink had the juice of crushed black roses from my yard. If your mate drink that under the moonlight then you both will feel the pain in your chest and it shows the connection between you both. If you were not my mate then you then it would have worked as a poison to your body.”

“How? But I’m not your-“

“You are my mate Y/N. His flower is Lily not Rose, that’s fake. He was mesmerized with your beauty and your body and his desire overtaking him, he finally chose to steal you before I could ever reach you. He made me a villain in front of everyone……in front of you.”

Seeing you after all these years, caused his passion to flare as he gazes upon his lost love. His golden eyes staring at your brown ones directly and this time you are searching the truth and lies hidden in them.

“Then why have you tied me like this?”

“I’m protecting you. Those shields and those flowers are purifying every trace of Hongjoong on you.”

“No No you are lying. I want him back. Where is he?”

“Has he ever told you about the mate thing or how does it work?”

“No but….he said that you are causing too much problems all around and we have to think about the mate thing later because you are blocking our bond.”

“Exactly. If you were really his mate then nothing could have blocked you both in the mating season and also he blamed me for this. Think about it, did you ever feel the pain when he was hurt? Had he ever showed you how these flowers are connected? Had he ever told you how much he loves you?”

No. He has never been like this ever. You didn’t even think about it this way but you just cant rely on his words without having any prove of whatever he is even telling you now.

“Prove me then how much you are saying truth.”

 “No. I cant do the mating against your will.”

He nears to your form keeping the knife in his pocket, taking your hands in his and you can feel the relief to your body when the restraints start to disappear. Your shocked face looking up to him for any hints of any other intentions but he has a fond look towards you. The man standing in front of you is your mate, so you were in lies all these times and your mate was desperate to find and get you back.

“Why didn’t you find me soon?”

“I wanted to reach you everyday but you were not in my territory and his territory was shielded by high potion barriers but Wooyoung helped me to get to you. I couldn’t stand anymore that some other vampire is soon to claim you as theirs in front of me and I felt a rage in my heart to see you smiling with him.”

“Seonghwa….” The first time you ever called his name and his wide eyes shining brighter as if it holds the whole universe within it.

“Say my name again, Y/N.” There is an eagerness and longingness to hear you, to hear you call out his name. The rolling of your tongue sending shivers to him and his hands holding you tighter, thumbs pressing top of your hands.

With a smile, you repeated his name again ‘Seonghwa’ and he hugged your weak body, shielding you from all the evils he can at that moment. Surrounding a protective barrier around you with his hands as if he does not need any other means to protect you, he is enough for you.

The closeness and the connection you are feeling with him, you never felt a little bit with your husband but there is a lingering thought of whose intention is correct. You have heard that you cant be bonded if you are not their mate and Hongjoong never tried to bond with you but if Seonghwa is telling the truth then he should not be hesitating to do the rituals.

“If you are really my mate then do the rituals and prove me.”

“Only mean to prove is the connection of the flowers under the moonlight. And then……”

“Then?”

“Y/N, we can take time if you want.”

“No. You already waited for me all these years and I was blinded with façade of love and was living with someone who was not even my mate. I feel so used right now maybe you will also hate me knowing how much I have loved him.”

You’re leaning to his scent, the more time passing with you in his embrace, you are getting attracted to him and his presence.

“I wan to make you mine. You will be My Rose.”

“Then do it Seonghwa. Make me yours.”

Pausing for a precise moment, eyes scanning your overall face with genuine warm smiles reflecting towards each other. He kisses your soft pale lips with his cherry lips, hands moving up to cup your jaw and you balancing yourself on the hold you have on his attire, clutching tightly. Eyes shut close, slow movements of lips dancing with the beats of both of your heart’s melody, the way its singing to finally having each other. Tilting his head to get better access to your mouth, one hand sliding behind your head to pull you closer. Teeth clashing each other’s, saliva and the heat of your mouth’s becoming one. You never felt this feeling with your husband ever but this man is giving you all the feels for which you have longed for. Breaking the kiss, he places a small kiss on your forehead.

“Before bonding, I want to show you how these flowers are connected.”

 Getting an approval of nod and assuring smile, he goes towards the big curtain and with a harsh pull, he removes it. Moonlight spread across the room rapidly belittling the light from the flames and candles. The dark place you were all these times seems lively. Mysteries of the darkness changing to hope for you. For you? The hope to be finally someone’s.

Taking his flower on his hand, he extends his hand towards you, asking for you to do the same, you hesitate for a moment before handing over yours to him. With keen interest, your eyes following his every move, how he placed the two flowers with white on top black and places it under the first ray of direct moonlight from the casement.

“What are you doing?”

“We need to drop one drop of our blood on this to seal our bond.”

Slow steps of your bare foot make its way towards him, hands by your side holding the gown up to not halt your steps. Taking the knife from his hand, he shows no emotion to you but a fixed stare on the flowers, you cut your wrist slightly, closing your eyes to endure the stinging burn and pain. His wide eyes taking in your form, holds your hands over the flowers and his other hand taking the knife from you to cut similarly on the wrist holding yours. His face has no reactions like you but observing how both of your bloods drop on the flowers.

Nothing happened.

Everything is still in its movements and your breaths of pain audible. So, was he lying? Then he is not your mate.

“Why nothing happened?”

“We are not yet bonded Y/N.”

Realization clicks your mind with the bonding word. So the intimacy between you both is required to surpass it’s effect. Thousands of thoughts clouding your mind but you choose to lock them behind the closed eyes.

“Then do what is left to do. Claim me as yours.”

“Y/N you don’t-“

“I have to Seonghwa. I need you to make me yours. I want to know that you are mine.”

The only push he needed was to hear you call him ‘yours’. With quick steps, he comes to face you with a lustful-red eyes but he seems to fighting his own self to prevent himself from hurting you in rush. Your bright smile returning to his features make him lean forward to crash his lips against you. The previous shared moment was so soft and delicate but this one is rough. Biting your lips to get deeper, his tongue and teeth sucking your inside as if to suck your whole life out.

“You smell so sweet Y/N.”

“I want to smell like you.”

The words make his grip on your hair and forearm tighter. With a pull, he tries to guide towards a particular direction before you stop him on his ways and confused eyes staring back at you.

“What happened? Do you want me to stop now?”

“No but I want you to do it here under the glowing moonlight. I want to see how the natural light adorning your feature and how the bond will affect the flowers.”

“See it by yourself. Come on and disrobe me.”

Your hands move upwards to slide his coat from the shoulders leaving him in a see-through shirt and the pendant and then when you see a red rose rested around his neck same as Hongjoong but his was lily. He follows to where you are focused and chuckles.

“The only color to my life is this pendant.”

“I will color your life. I will be the moon to your darkness.”

“Why will you not be my sun?”

“I don’t want to burn you with my love and not let you to look at me. Sunlight makes every corner bright and burn through every barrier to light it up and people don’t value its presence that it should get whereas moonlight adores the nature with its shining rays and only lights up the place which welcomes it, leaving around the rest in mystery. When someone looks at the moon, there is a fondness.”

Your hands slide on his cheeks, “I want you to look at me like that.”

“Yes my queen.”

He presses his lips to you, kissing you softly then gliding his tongue with tracing a juicy line through your cheeks to jaws. Leaving wet kisses on the fleshy jaw, he moves down to nuzzle into your neck before kissing it and sucking it. You let out a low moan to which he sucks deeper and you swear as if he could eat you alive that instance. Feeling a sharp tingling of his fangs around the neck, you smile and pat his head but he just kisses you on the spot.

“Bite me.”

“No. I want to feel you and make us one then only I will bite you.”

Moonlight falling over him, reflecting his attractive features of facial and the pale skin over his chest seems like a perfect meal to you. You nod to him and he goes back to kiss your collarbone and then when you feel the tug in your dress from back, urging you to free from your body. Your hands guide him to take it off but when it gets stuck in one place, he just rips it off from you. He takes off every material from you. Your hands go back to take off his shirt.

He pulls you down cradling in his hold and you both landed on the soft mattress. His lips never left your delicate skin, nose intoxicated with your scent and hands pumping your chest.

“Seonghwa….”

“Yes Y/N.”

“This..ah...this feels so good.”

“I know. I want to make you feel good in every possible way. I want to prove my love for you and to claim you in this bond.”

His breath against your soft skin, lips nibbling when admiring and praising you. You tangled your fingers into his hair and pulls it when he flicks a nipple, earning a groan from him. Pushing you further down into the mattress, he plops a nipple inside his warm mouth and sucking it deeply, tongue giving kitten licks to the tip. His eyes look up to your blissed face with pleasure. Your eyes meet his. A spark runs through both of your body. Your legs close tightly and rubbing against to get any friction of throbbing heat but he quickly follows your action and places his one knee in between.

“Don’t.”

Your pleas having a desperation in it and it amuse him. He places your hand over his hard member and guides your fingers to get off the pants from him. Your hands move faster than you imagine and surprises him as well to see your dedication for him.

“How badly I want to ruin you!”

Your heat aches and clenches on his words. Suddenly he retreats himself from you, leaving your heated body on the cold mattress. Your eyes flutter open to see him removing his pants fully and placing himself between your legs. Moonlight hitting his bare self and your eyes adoring the view. Every movement of his body, flexing his well built muscles and abs and how your hands tickling to touch them.

“Please Seonghwa. Please ruin me.”

 He bends down to place a little kiss on your clit, continuing a line of kisses from your lower belly to belly button where he licks the surrounding place and nose bumping to your hot flesh with his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin making your body arch and pull his hair in your grip, moving up to your chest to suck your nipples and kiss in the middle of the chest then licking the collarbones and again nuzzling his face into your neck and hair.

Placing a kiss on your jaw and repeating it to your nose and lips. He smiles down at you.

“Are you ready my queen?”

“Always my king.”

He pushes himself inside you, length stretching out your tight muscles. You let out a loud cry before Seonghwa pushes your hairs back to plant a soft and long kiss on your forehead.

“That’s it. Relax.”

His soothing voice and delicate touches, fingers brushing over the pale skin. Your hands tracing the line of his muscles and gliding your hands up and down his body.

Every thrust is deeper than the before and you are literally floating. His thrusts are not rough but measurable and precise to make you feel how good he fits inside you. Your walls clenching around his length earns a growl from him. Your hips rock upward to match his pace but his grip on your hips holds you down to make you still.

His every touch igniting your already burning self and if it continues, you might burn down. Thrusting deeper into with his hip bending down, gives you a sensation of building up of a knot inside. The burning knot of your bond. Your nails digging into the flesh of his back. His hands messaging your breasts and sucking and biting in between.

“Am I making you feel good?”

His pace is increasing and by his rough and uncoordinated thrust, you are sure that he is also near to his climax.

“Yes…my king…yes.”

“This is all mine. I wont let anyone to take you away from me. All mine. Mine to claim.”

“Yes yes yours.”

“My Queen.” His thrusts are hurting you and you can feel yourself to the edge.

“Seong-“

“My Rose.”

“Hwa-“

“My Y/N”

Moaning out his name loud, you break loose and come. He slows down and lets you to ride your high but doesn’t stop. You are panting under him and his smile shows that how much he is enjoying the view of you falling apart. His eyes following how your chest heaving up and down and your blissed expression with parted lips. His one hand throws away the tiara from your head before messaging your scalp and other hand circling over your clit.

“Look at me.”

You whine due to the stimulation but his free hand pins your hands above your head.

“Too much. Seonghwa I cant-”

Before you can speak any further, he leans down to kiss you and hand and his length still abusing your clit. Your exhausted self is not keeping up with his pace so you let him to do whatever he wants to do with you. His hand holding your wrists move down to pat your cheeks to which you open your eyes, he directs your orbs towards the flower and then when your eyes go wide.

The flowers are becoming one and the black and red petals are now tainted with bright red color. The exact color of pure blood. Your distraction got interrupted with his rough thrusts.

“You are still so tight ugh..”

“Seonghwa…I-“ The familiar sensation in your stomach returns.

“I know. I know. Hold up a bit.” You close your eyes under the pressure.

“Y/N look at me. I want to see you coming and how my cum inside you makes you seem like.”

Your walls clench on his words. With some few deep thrusts, this time again you collapse when you come and this time, he comes with you. His movements slow down with you both riding out your high. His forehead resting against yours and the whole place has only sound of your heavy breathings from two overly heated body glowing under the natural light.

He places a soft kiss on your cheek and both of your attention move towards the flower which is shining bright red under the sparkling moonlight. You smile followed by him and tears roll down your eyes, not sad but the feelings of happy and lucky to get your mate. The tears under the light seems like falling stars which got kissed by your mate, your king.  He is still buried inside you.

“I love you, my Rose.”

“I love you too Seonghwa. My king. You are mine.”

“Yes I’m yours My queen but Can I-“

“Bite me Seonghwa.”

His sharp fangs bit down the sensitive spot on your neck, sucking the blood from you. You scream in pain but quickly it turns into pleasure, your eyes rolling back and your whole body begging to be touched and devoured.

Before he could suck the whole life out of your body, he retreats and pulls out from you. Positioning himself in a sitting positing, he places you in arms, close to his embrace where you can hear his thumping heartbeat against his chest. The heart beating for you and with your blood mixed with his. Both of your eyes admiring the red flower, representing your bonding and the love for each other.

“Our story begins under the moonlight.”

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Seonghwa was my mate in past life. This was our story. Thank you for reading.

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Deck the Halls (and not your partner) - Part 2

To make this work (I'm sorry) the reader has a very large family, and they will have names (I genuinely cannot be asked to try and figure that out and make it entirely... non OC)

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: swearing, lockwood and children so beware your hearts, lockwood gets hugged and can't deal with it, the family members are mean, reader doesn't eat much, lockwood is still a bit of an arse and so is the reader (but hers is more justified), proofread maybe once

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So far, it had absolutely been a shitshow.

Lockwood had remained silent for the next hour and a half of the train journey, and with not much else to do but plan every tiny detail of their fake relationship Y/n thought she might be going mad.

Luckily they already knew a lot about each other, so they could get away with not going over basic details about the other's life, but Y/n hadn't talked much about her family to anyone other than George in rants after phone calls with them, so if they thought that she was talking shit about them behind their backs (which she was, but they didn't need to know that) then they would descend like vultures.

She was disrupted from her thoughts when Lockwood stood up from the table seats they'd managed to get, his leg kicking at hers as he manoeuvred into the aisle, not sparing a second glance at Y/n. She frowned, about to call after him and ask where he was going, but when he disappeared out the doors and into the next carriage she decided that she didn't really care, and at least he wasn't brooding in her field of vision.

Y/n had barely been on her own for a minute when a family of five came into the carriage (they must have got on at the station they had recently stopped at), and with her being the only one sat on a table on her own and all the others taken, they made for her. She swallowed, for once wishing Lockwood was here to make her look less selfish, and sat up a little straighter in her seat.

"Excuse me, but would you mind moving? We've got three kids and need somewhere for us all to sit, and since there's only one of you..." The man trailed off, looking at Y/n pointedly, and while initially she had wanted to hold her ground she could feel herself shrinking under his gaze.

Where the fuck is Lockwood?!

He could talk his way out of this, she was sure. It was one of the few things she begrudgingly accepted was brilliant about him. It's not like Y/n didn't need the table; Lockwood's huge bag was sat on it and taking up most of the space, and her own backpack was on the seat next to her, but suddenly her breath was coming too quickly and her throat was closing up, and the man in front of her looked a little too similar to that one uncle-

"Is everything alright?" Lockwood's voice broke through the silence, and Y/n was annoyed to find herself reaching for him.

"Yeah, we just need this table, but this girl isn't moving."

"Sorry, my girlfriend's pretty tired at the moment, what with agents being in high demand right now. How about if we share? I think she needs a nap, poor thing, and we've got rather a lot of luggage between the two of us. I'll move over her side, shall I? Then you can take the other- yes, hello, little one." One of the couples' children had been tugging on Lockwood's hand, and Y/n could see the man's posture relax the more Lockwood talked, watching as her fake-boyfriend picked up the small child with ease and planted him on the train seat. The other two followed quickly, glad to not be on their feet any longer, and Lockwood came to sit next to Y/n, pulling his bag closer to them on the table and shoving her backpack onto the floor between everyone's legs. "See, you three all fit there perfectly don't you! You're only small," Lockwood was saying to the children, not yet noticing Y/n's shaky state. Their parents seemed to be content with the arrangement, taking their own seats across the aisle where they could watch their kids, and through the slight haze covering her eyes Y/n could see them visibly relax.

Once everybody was settled, Lockwood shuffled around in his seat trying to get comfortable, and when his elbow accidentally jabbed into Y/n's side he frowned at her.

"You alright?" he whispered, not wanting to draw the attention of their new companions. She took a moment to reply, not quite registering that Lockwood had actually said anything.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine."

"Right... just- you didn't say anything when I elbowed you just then and I'm worried you might be having a stroke."

"I'm not having a stroke, you idiot," she said, glare appearing on her face. She had some much better names for him, but with three children under the age of ten in front of her, she figured she should stick to the more family-friendly ones. Lockwood smiled, bright and wide and far too blinding.

"That's better." Apparently he had forgotten about the mishap on the platform earlier, and his previous ignorance of her presence, because after that he launched into a whole spiel of what their plan would be.

"Actually," she interrupted, not caring that he looked annoyed, "I've had a lot of time to figure this out. I just need you to confirm or come up with something better on a few things and we should be fine."

"Alright then, what's your grand plan?"

"Well we already know most of the basic stuff about each other, what with living together for nearly three years, so that solves that problem. One thing I did think of was family, since neither of us have actually..." she trailed off, unsure where the two of them stood on that subject given what had happened earlier. Lockwood was only nodding, his brow furrowed.

"Come to think of it, you've never really mentioned your family much," he said.

Y/n shrugged. "I just don't... you know... I just don't..." she flailed her hands around in front of her for a few moments, trying to come up with the right words.

"I don't know," Lockwood replied coolly, "Should I?"

"I just thought I'd tell you about who's gonna be there today, which is my mum and dad, my four brothers, my sister, my Aunt Linda, and her daughter Stephanie. Oh, and my grandparents on my mother's side, but they'll probably be in bed by the time we get there."

"That's... a lot of people."

"Yeah. There'll be more for the party tomorrow, and then the day after will be the same group from today again, and we're leaving that day anyway."

"Okay... what about names?"

"My mum is called Emma, my dad is Ben, my brothers are Sam, John, William, and Tom from oldest to youngest, and then my sister is called Olivia. My Grandma is Jean and my Gramps is Richard."

"Right." Lockwood paused for a moment, reciting the names under his breath. "Anything else I should know?"

"Aunt Linda and Steph are gonna be the worst, since they always try and make life miserable for me. They're ridiculously rich and like making fun of my job- oh, yeah, barely anybody supports my life choices or my job as an agent, so just prepare for that. Uh, where was I? Oh yeah, Steph and Linda will try and find out anything that could be used against us, so I really hope you can act because otherwise they'll figure this whole thing out in seconds."

"Wait-"

"And my brother Will is the most supportive, 'cause he knows that there are options for work after my Talent fades and I'm not going to be out on the streets-"

"Y/n-"

"-and he, John and Sam all play rugby so try not to piss them off because they're twice your size and will snap you like a twig-"

"Y/n!"

"What?!"

"You need to slow down! Go back to the part about your family not supporting your job?"

"Oh, there's not much to it, really." She felt awkward now, his gaze far too sharp for her liking. If he knew the full extent of how much she didn't like her family, he would waste no time in using it to make fun of her and take the upper hand while he could, and she would be left to sink further into herself until she disappeared. "They just don't think I'll have many options, so they want me to think about my next steps."

"Okay..." Lockwood trailed off, getting distracted by something the children were talking about and being asked his opinion on starfish. He looked as though he was about to start conversing with her again, but the train pulled into the platform they needed, and Lockwood was all business getting the luggage out safely.

~~~

"Are you alright?"

Y/n jumped a little in the back of the taxi, not expecting Lockwood's voice so close to her ear. "Yeah, I'm fine, why?"

"You're very bouncy. If you're fine then could you not? You're jolting me."

Why had she thought he was trying to be nice? She should have known better by now that he wouldn't ever be that way with her, but it still stung.

Truthfully, she was on the verge of tears.

She wouldn't ever tell Lockwood that, of course, because how could he understand? He seemed to walk into any situation effortlessly, with endless optimism and charm that made life easy for him. Y/n was stuck panicking about seeing her family again, because if she couldn't even stand up to some random strangers on the train, how was she ever going to stand up to her family? No, she would just have to do her best to hide everything from Lockwood, to reduce the amount of blackmail material he would have against her.

~~~

The taxi pulled up outside the large cottage-style house, and Lockwood let out a low whistle.

"L/n, you never said your family was this fancy."

"They aren't. It was my Grandma's house, then she got dodgy knees and never moved out, and we moved in after selling up our old place to look after her and Gramps. We're about as fancy as your family, Lockwood, in that we too have multiple mortgages on this building to keep it."

"Anthony."

"What?" Y/n frowned, not sure what he was talking about.

"If we're going to pretend that we're dating, you probably shouldn't be calling me by my last name."

"Oh." She hadn't thought about that. The only reason she even knew his first name was because it was in large print on the sign outside the house, since it was generally accepted that he went by Lockwood and that was that.

"Or you could use some sort of nickname. I've got a few for you if you'd like to hear them." The grin on his face made Y/n think that she really didn't want to hear them, but he opened his mouth again anyway. "How about Sugarplum?" Y/n got out the car, slamming the door shut on him a little more harshly than she needed to. "Snookums? I think you look like a Snookums." The taxi driver was giving the two of them strange looks as he unloaded their bags, but Y/n ignored Lockwo- Anthony (she would have to get used to that) and handed over the money for the drive. "What about Sun Beam? Actually, you're too grumpy for that one. Oh, I know! My personal favourite," he paused for some sort of dramatic effect, being left behind on the driveway as Y/n stomped towards the front door. "Schmoopie."

Y/n stopped suddenly, turning to look back at her fake boyfriend with an incredulous look on her face. "Schmoopie?" He looked far too proud of himself as he picked up his bag and caught up with her, and she resisted the urge to hit him.

"Don't you like it, Schmoopie?"

"Call me that again and I'll be chucking your Source in the furnaces within the week." Lockwood (Anthony - she really needed to start calling him Anthony or she'd be saying 'Lockwood' to her family) Can't you just use my name? Or, you know, a more generic pet name?"

"Fine. You're very boring, I hope you know that."

"Sure. Just swear to me you'll never call me 'Schmoopie' again." She said the word with disgust, scrunching her nose up and fighting the urge to gag.

"Whatever you want, darling." That wasn't much better, but at least it was normal. Y/n raised her hand to knock, but before she could the door was being flung open, revealing a woman in a very festive jumper.

"You're here! She's here!"

~~~

Lockwood stood back slightly as the woman wrapped her arms around Y/n, squeezing so tightly he feared for his colleague's spine.

He braced himself for a similar treatment when she pulled back and spotted him, and the next thing he knew he was close to being suffocated as she brought him into a hug. Lockwood held his breath, his eyes wide and arms stuck out to the side as he tried to figure out what the hell he was meant to be doing. He hadn't been hugged like this since, well, since Jess. It took him a few seconds to work out that he needed to reciprocate the hug, but once he had, god. Why was he choking up? He could feel Y/n's eyes on him, so he shut his own and basked in the feeling of actually being held.

"You must be the boyfriend!" the woman said, pulling back and holding him by the forearms.

"Mum! Please don't terrify him!"

So this was Emma L/n, Y/n's mother.

"Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs L/n." He flashed one of his winning smiles, and he could see her visibly relaxing.

"Oh Emma, please!" She looked back over her shoulder at Y/n, mouthing (incredibly non-subtly) 'He's handsome!'

"Mum!" Y/n hissed, starting to turn red.

"What's your name then young man!"

"Anthony Lockwood," he replied, and took particular pleasure in seeing Y/n squirm in the background.

"Well, you'd better come in. Do you need help with the bags?"

"Oh, no, I've got them," he assured her, shouldering his large bag and reaching for the suitcase handle that Y/n was currently holding onto. She didn't relent for a moment, and they had a silent argument for control of the suitcase until eventually with a small tug he won, stumbling ever so slightly from the effort.

"Everything alright?" Emma asked, frowning at the two of them.

"Yes, perfectly fine!" Lockwood called back, shooting a glare at Y/n. She reciprocated, clenching her jaw at his smug smile that came afterwards. He moved inside the house, Y/n following shortly behind and closing the door to keep the warmth in.

"Where should we put our bags?" Y/n asked her mother.

~~~

They had a problem.

A very large problem.

"Well I'm not sharing with you," Lockwood said, moving further into the room that Y/n's mother had shown them to.

"Good," she said, eyeing the double bed. "Just don't complain when your back gives in from sleeping on the floor for so long."

"What? No, I'm taking the bed."

"It's my family home, what gives you more reason to have the bed than me?"

"I'm your boss, and I pay your wages. If you want to keep being paid then I'm having the bed."

Y/n scoffed, shaking her head. "Arsehole," she muttered, going over to the windows and closing the curtains against the now-dark sky outside. The bed was definitely large enough for two people to share, but when those two people hated each others' guts and weren't actually dating, the bed was far too small.

"What was that?"

"Arsehole," she repeated loudly, making sure to look him dead in the eyes when she did so, then immediately turning and heading into the en-suite bathroom.

"What is your issue with me?" he said, following after her.

"You're taking the bed! It's my fucking house!"

"Let's not forget that without me, you would be in a lot more of a tricky situation! I think I deserve the bed for my efforts; it's not easy pretending to love you, you know!"

"Oh, like it's so easy to love you?! You are so horrible to me, all the time, and now I have to pretend to actually want to be with you?! I'd have been in a difficult situation anyway, the only difference is that in this one, I have a fake boyfriend. I could deal with the humiliation of not having anyone with me, but this?" she laughed bitterly. "This is near to being beyond me, Lockwood." Fuck, why was she tearing up? She closed the bathroom door firmly in Lockwood's face, ignoring the shocked expression on his face in the second before he disappeared from her view.

She pushed the lock, waiting for the click before turning and facing the sink, bracing her hands on the edge and heaving a few deep breaths. She hadn't realised how hard it would be to pretend that she was completely fine around her family while they picked and prodded and commented and made snide remarks, and having Lockwood around was only making it worse.

She couldn't even begin to imagine all the things he would use as ammunition in the future. He'd have a field day on this holiday, taking all of her family's words and turning them against her, becoming even worse than he had been before.

A knock sounded on the door, light and unsure, and Lockwood's voice followed afterwards. "...Y/n? I- I'm-" he sighed, and she could imagine him clenching his jaw and looking up at the ceiling as he tried to fight against the nice words he was clearly trying to say. "I have a shit sleep schedule anyway, and you go to sleep a lot faster than I do so it's better for me to sit in a chair when I can't get to sleep and you can lie down, so... yeah." Y/n was surprised at how kind he was, and was starting to wonder if he was having some sort of stroke. But then he started talking again and she knew that he was completely fine.

"If you could not take for fucking ever in the bathroom though that would be great, because I really need a piss."

~~~

"Ah, there you both are! You took your time putting your bags away!" Linda's gaze drifted to Y/n as she said that, eyes sharpening and making the back of Y/n's neck prickle.

"Oh, that's my fault, sorry," Lockwood started, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in. Y/n stiffened, not used to being so close to him, and tried to force a smile onto her face. "I got carried away asking questions about the photos around the room, and I think I might have driven her slightly mad." He was smiling so widely and cheerfully that Y/n could practically feel everybody relaxing and warming up to him. It was frustrating, really, how they had known him for roughly ten seconds and already seemed to like him more than her. Her brothers were eyeing him up, trying to figure out whether they needed to take him outside or just give him a good talking to. Her sister Olivia was also eyeing Lockwood up, but in a very different way to their brothers that was making Y/n somewhat uncomfortable. It wasn't that they didn't get on and that was what was wrong, but they were sisters, and therefore they naturally disagreed on some things.

Apparently Lockwood's level of attractiveness was one of them.

"Oh, not to worry," her mother said, already loving having Lockwood here. "I made tea, if you'd like some? There's cake too, and far too much of it, so take as much as you want!"

"Tea would be lovely, Emma, thank you," Lockwood said, moving his arm away from Y/n's shoulders. She nearly jumped out of her skin in shock when she felt his hand land on her lower back instead, pushing her forward towards the empty loveseat that sat closest to the roaring fire. "Try not to look quite so horrified at this whole thing, darling," he whispered right into her ear, emphasising the pet name. "And maybe relax a little too, yeah?" He sat down on the chair, leaving very little room for Y/n to sit down herself without pressing up against him. She gave up trying to keep space between them when she ended up perching on the edge and gained strange looks from everyone else. Lockwood pulled her back towards him, grabbing her waist with both hands and tugging until she was right up against his chest, their thighs pressed together. He didn't let go, keeping his arms around her and nestling his head in the crook of her neck. She hadn't loosened up since walking in to the living room, and she was entirely sure that her spine was as stiff as one of the wooden floorboards under her feet. Her mother handed over two mugs of tea, placing them on the small side table next to their chair, then went to cut two slices of cake, starting with Lockwood's. He accepted his plate gratefully, smiling brightly up at her.

"How big of a slice, Y/n/n?"

"Uh... maybe-"

"Don't give her too big of a slice, she doesn't need that much," Stephanie interrupted, her tone sickly sweet. Y/n froze, and behind her she could feel Lockwood glancing between the two girls, trying to figure out what was happening. Her mother cut a decent sized slice, ignoring her niece's comment and handing the plate to Y/n.

"Did you make this, Emma?" Lock-Anthony (she might just give up trying to correct herself in a minute) asked.

"Oh, yeah, but you know, it's not my best."

"Well I think it's delicious, you'll have to share the recipe with me so I can have more of it back in London!"

"I'd be happy to! Do you bake then?"

"Oh, no, I'm awful. I'd burn the house down I'm sure. But our friend George is a magician in the kitchen."

"Remind me what you do for work again?" her father asked.

"Actually, maybe you could just... tell us. Since we know nothing about you!" Linda laughed. "We don't even know your name!"

"Anthony Lockwood," he said, yet another of his classic Lockwood smiles taking over his face. Y/n was starting to feel sick from the way Stephanie and Linda were watching them, and she put her fork down on her plate. "Y/n hasn't mentioned me much then?"

"No," Linda simpered. "I have to say, I was very surprised when I heard my sister say that Y/n had a boyfriend. I'm even more surprised that you actually exist!"

"I can't really blame her for not saying anything, I suppose. We're very busy a lot of the time and when we are free I'm often dragging her out on dates and the like, so if you haven't heard from her then that's entirely my fault." God, how was he such a good liar? Everybody believed him right away, but if she tried to get away with something like that they'd be asking so many questions she would give up and tell the truth.

"And... what is it you do for work?" her father asked again, desperate for the answer.

"I'm an agent."

"Fittes or Rotwell?"

"Uh... no, I-"

"Bunchurch then? Or maybe Grimble?"

"Actually," Lockwood glanced at Y/n, and she nodded slightly, bracing herself for her family's reaction. "I run my own agency. George, who I mentioned earlier, is our researcher, Lucy is our Listener, Holly our secretary, and then of course there's Y/n. Best Touch in England." He squeezed her slightly, and when she looked back at him he was smiling up at her so adoringly that she wondered how she ever hated him.

Then he jabbed her side, making her wobble and nearly spill the tea that she'd just picked up, and she remembered that he was a dick.

"Your... own... agency?"

"Yes." Lockwood didn't seem perturbed, which was lucky, because Y/n was feeling increasingly more unsettled with every second that passed. "We're based in London in my family home, but we take clients from all around England."

"Right... so that makes you Y/n's... boss?"

"I know it's not... the usual, but there is nothing that says we cannot be in a relationship. Believe me, I've checked. I don't think there is anything that could have been done to stop me from falling for your daughter, sir, despite her own best efforts, and I like to think that I keep my role as her boss completely separate from my role as her boyfriend."

Y/n stared at him in mild shock, not quite believing how sincere he sounded, and Lockwood was refusing to look at her.

Uneasy glances were exchanged by nearly all of Y/n's gathered family members, the only exceptions being Will, who had always supported Y/n, and Olivia, who was too busy checking Lockwood out. Y/n put her plate of cake down, having spent the last few minutes picking at it and barely eating any, and ignored the look that Lockwood gave her. She wasn't feeling hungry at all now that she was surrounded by everyone, and Stephanie was watching every move she made with terrifying intensity. No doubt there would be some fresh insults this year, and Y/n couldn't wait to be back home again.

Home.

Since when had she considered Lockwood's house her home?

"You alright?" Lockwood whispered in her ear. He kept asking her that, and it was freaking her out a little.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She stood up, gently detaching herself from Lockwood's grip and putting her mug of tea on the side table, half drunk. "Just need the loo, be back in a bit." She tried smiling at everyone, but the water gathering in her eyes made it difficult to pretend that she was actually fine, and she left the room finding it hard to breathe. Y/n headed up the stairs and into the bathroom attached to the room that she and Lockwood were staying in, and for the second time that day braced herself on the sink as she tried to regain control of her body. "Fuck," she muttered. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She splashed some cold water on her face, holding it against her skin in the hopes that it would shock her back into being alright again, then turned off the tap and sat on the floor, her back to the sink and her legs stretched out in front.

Only two more days to go, and then she could go back to her normal life.

Two more days of this, and she was free, and could eat as much cake as she wanted, because George and Lucy would be stuffing their faces too.

She just had to fake it until then.

part 3

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Written for a @astrangersummer.

Set Sail on Your Ocean of Flavor

Week #6 Prompt: Ice Cream | Word Count: 2560 | Rating: T | POV: Chrissy | Characters: Chrissy, Eddie, Steve, Robin | Pairings: Platonic Stobin, Everything Else is Open to Interpretation (Steddie, Buckingham, Hellcheer, or Cheerscoops? Reader's Choice.) | CW: None | Tags: Pre-S3, Summer 1985, Scoops Ahoy, Chrissy's on a Break from Jason, Spontaneously Hanging Out, Different Crossing of Paths

Chrissy watches as one more tally is marked in the 'you suck' column, and she feels like maybe that's meant for her, too, not just Steve Harrington in his dumb little sailor hat. She dumped Jason, again, but knows it probably won't stick. It never does, and she's not even sure if she wants it to. She doesn't know what she wants, never has, and now she feels like maybe she never will.

Hence, the 'you suck' mentality that seems fitting tonight.

It's just that they've been together since freshman year, and well, she can't really imagine going into their last year without him. She isn't sure she even knows how to be just Chrissy anymore. She feels stagnant, and honestly, a little bit pigeonholed into these roles that have been selected for her: Jason's girlfriend. Cheer captain. Bubbly arm candy, expected to be full of pep all the damn time. Face plastered with a fake smile.

Tonight, she just wanted to turn off her brain for a few hours in the mindless bustle of the mall, and finding herself on the bench across from Scoops Ahoy, watching Robin Buckley endlessly needle Steve Harrington has been unexpectedly fun. People watching is always entertaining, but watching people you know, or at least, kind of know, is even better. 

For the last hour, she's been mulling over the idea that maybe she could get Steve Harrington to take her out, just to make Jason jealous. Steve's reputation isn't what it once was, no longer King Steve, no longer even in high school, but he's still nice enough to look at. Even if he seems bound and determined to make an ass out of himself with every girl that crosses his path in the ice cream shop. He looks desperate now, and that's a marked change. His status as top dog waned in the last year, and she knows that Jason thought, briefly, that he'd maybe be able to grab the reins, the crown, but instead there was Billy Hargrove, ready to fight, and Jason backed down, easily. 

If Jason wasn't gonna fight Steve for it, he certainly wasn't gonna try his luck against Billy.

Honestly, she'd always found it interesting that Steve never seemed to care all that much that his reign was over. There was no death gasp, no struggle to stay in charge. He walked away, and looked relieved to be out, honestly. 

She feels that. Might want it for herself. 

Maybe Steve Harrington could teach her how he did it, give her a peek behind the curtain of what happens after.

And if that makes Jason jealous, it'll be a bonus. Jason would probably still be threatened by the idea of the Harrington name. It still carries weight, even if Steve has fallen from the popular pedestal. 

The ice cream shop is empty now, nearing closing time, and if she's gonna do it, she's gotta do it now.

She starts to stand up, to test the waters to see if he even acts interested at all, when there's suddenly a commotion and falling and flailing and a jangle of metal as the guy she just fucking tripped crashes to the ground. Hard. 

He groans, and she immediately reaches for his arm, "I am so sorry! I didn't see you!"

He rolls over onto his back, and her eyes widen. Eddie Munson. Shit. Damnit. As if there could be a scarier guy for her to trip like a klutz, because he's gonna be in her class next year. She definitely wasn't looking to make an enemy out of him.

You don't want Eddie Munson's mouth pointed in your direction, unless you like to be screamed at from atop a lunch table, and Chrissy most definitely does not.

"Oh my god, are you oka-?" she starts to ask, but then Robin and Steve are both hovering over him, too.

"Man, that was a hit," Steve says, reaching down to grasp Eddie's hand, yanking him roughly to his feet, "Cunningham got you good. I wish I could see the security footage, because I bet it's a doozy."

"Thanks, Harrington," Eddie says dryly, back on his feet and brushing himself off. 

"I am really sorry," Chrissy stresses, and Eddie looks at her, and gives her a little smile.

"It's okay, I wasn't paying attention," Eddie says, his cheeks a little flushed, like he's embarrassed. She wasn't sure that was possible. Not from the same guy that stands on lunch tables, or the bleachers, or shimmies up onto the roof over the exterior walkway between school buildings, pacing, screaming down at everyone at the top of his lungs, at least once a week.

She's pretty sure he spends more time in detention, ISS or OSS than anyone else in the whole student body.

And he's gonna do it all again next year, with her class.

"Obviously you weren't paying attention," Robin snarks, and Chrissy laughs, relieved when Eddie does, too. Maybe he's not as mean and scary as she thought he was.

"Can I buy you some ice cream? To make up for it?" Chrissy offers, tucking her hair behind her ear, like he might tell her to fuck off.

And Eddie does look suspicious at her offer, even if it's totally sincere. She wants to apologize, and Steve and Robin are right here, ready to serve said ice cream, so it seems like the most logical solution for an apology.

"Gotta eat it quick," Steve says, "we close in five."

"And we got places to be," Robin adds.

"Together?" Eddie asks, looking between them, and Chrissy kind of does the same.

"Maybe," Robin says, "what's it to you?"

"Nothing, nothing at all, Buckley," Eddie answers, "I just didn't think Harrington was your type."

"And you know what my type is?" Robin asks, arching her eyebrow, a challenge.

"Pretty sure I do," he answers, scurrying along behind her, "and it's not Harrington."

"Hey!" Steve snaps, like this is the most offensive thing he's ever heard, "I'm a catch."

"Sure you are, Popeye," Robin says, and Chrissy smiles as she watches the three of them banter and volley back and forth, all the way back to the counter. 

Steve grabs the ice cream scoop, twirls it in his hand, and looks right at Eddie, "Alright. What'll it be?"

Eddie is looking down into the glass case, trying to make a decision, so Chrissy buys him some extra time, saying, "I'll take a scoop of peanut butter chocolate swirl." 

"Sounds good," Eddie chimes in, "make it two."

Maybe he can't read? Is that why he keeps flunking high school? Oh my god, no way. 

Steve scoops them up both cones, and hands them over, "There. Go forth. Set sail on your ocean of flavor. Goodnight."

She tries to hand Steve some money, and he just waves her off, closing up the ice cream freezers behind the counter.

"Well, Harrington, you've got me curious. Where are you two off to in such a rush?" Eddie asks, licking his cone, not budging from in front of the counter, and Chrissy notices that Steve's watching Eddie eat the ice cream intently, before his eyes slide back upwards.

Steve rolls his eyes, "If you must know, we're going to see Cocoon, and it starts in," and Steve looks at his watch, "nine and half minutes. So…" he trails off, making a shooing motion with both of his hands. Dismissing them. Chrissy can take the hint.

Eddie can't, apparently.

"The one about the old people? Maybe you should have given me the black walnut," Eddie says, pointing to the tag in front of him, "that seems more appropriate."

So, he can read, definitely, and she feels stupid for thinking he couldn't. She's seen him read, a lot, off in corners of the school, like a bear they'd all rather let lie than poke with a stick.

Steve just shakes his head, so Eddie keeps talking, "Isn't that the movie made by Opie? And you're gonna pay to see it?" Eddie asks, looking curious, tongue darting out to lick another stripe off the cone.

"Well, not exactly," Robin says, and Steve cuts her a look that Chrissy tries to decipher. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes," Chrissy says. 

"No," Eddie says at the same time. 

And they all laugh, which makes Eddie smile and it's a nice smile. Definitely not so scary, after all. He seems so normal, and it delights her for some reason. Like she's gotten to see behind the mask.

"Do you have anywhere to be?" Steve asks, looking between the both of them, and they both just shake their heads no. Because she doesn't, and now she's curious.

"Great," Steve says, as he pulls down the gate at the front of the store, locking everything up and turning off the lights, before he herds them towards the employees only break room, hidden behind the swinging door. 

"Wait here," Steve says, and then both him and Robin disappear, leaving her alone with Eddie Munson, eating ice cream, in the back of Scoops Ahoy. It's definitely an odd place to find herself, she must admit.

"Well, that was weird," Eddie says, "Harrington and Buckley. That's the unlikeliest duo I've ever seen."

"Is that so?" Chrissy asks, motioning between the two of them, and Eddie laughs, really laughs. 

"Okay. You just had to one up me," he says, smiling at her. "And after trying to kill me. I see how you are."

"I'm really sorry I tripped you, I didn't mean to," she says, taking a bite of her cone.

"I know. It's fine. I'm like a cat, nine lives and all that. Just didn't get the landing on my feet part," Eddie answers, and Steve comes banging through the doors, in his regular clothes. Robin follows, out of her sailor suit as well.

And Chrissy notices that she's funky. Her style, anyway, with her hair piled messily up on her head. It makes Chrissy feel a little uncool in her dress, which is crazy. Of the two of them, Chrissy knows she's definitely the one considered popular. But Robin Buckley? She looks cool in a way Chrissy knows she'll never be. In comparison, Chrissy feels like a child dressed for church, not a teen hanging out in the mall. Pretty, maybe, but not cool.

But Robin with her smudged eyeliner, rolled jeans and shoes she's written all over, is pretty and cool.

Chrissy can absolutely see why Steve Harrington would be interested in spending time with her, outside of work, looking like this. 

"Okay, you're done with those," Steve says, taking the cones from both of their hands, dropping them in the trash can, and they don't even have the time to argue, it's too abrupt and weird. 

But Steve wheels his arm around, motioning for them to hurry up, and they both get up and follow, like this is a normal thing to do. 

"We found this right after we started working here," Robin says, as Steve leads them up to a door off of the blank, white hallway.

"Follow me in with confidence, like you belong," Steve insists, and then he's gone, through the door, and they all follow. 

And it leads into the movie theater hallway. They're right inside, having bypassed the ticket booth. Holy shit. She's never done anything like this in her whole life, and it's a little bit thrilling. Sneaking around. She giggles, and Steve leads them to the right theater and they find an empty row.

"I didn't know you had it in you, Harrington," Eddie says, leaning over to talk to him over both her and Robin, like this is the weirdest double date in the world.

Honestly, she thinks if you'd thrown the name of every kid at Hawkins High in a hat, and drew names, she's not sure you could have come up with a weirder grouping than the four of them.

But here they are, and it's been kinda fun, honestly.

"There's lots of things you don't know about me, Munson," Steve retorts, and Robin laughs, "We need popcorn. I'll be right back."

And then he's gone, leaving the three of them that will all be seniors next year. She's nervous. Steve, she knows, just by running in the same circles. They both play sports, she's cheered for him since she was a freshman. He doesn't make her uncomfortable at all.

But these two? She's probably never said a word to either of them before tonight, and she's gone to school with Robin Buckley forever.

"So, class of '86," Chrissy says, and then feels embarrassed because that's kind of a dumb thing to say. 

"Yep," Robin answers.

"I don't know, I haven't decided if I'll stop with '86 or keep going. '87? '88? They might be better classes than yours. No reason to rush into this graduation year decision," Eddie says, and they both laugh.

"Most people don't shop around for those, you know?" Robin says. "You get what you get." 

"And you don't throw a fit," Chrissy adds, parroting the saying she's heard her entire childhood. 

There's no time for Eddie to banter back, because the lights dim, as the previews pop onto the screen, and the projectionist tracks it until it is centered. 

Steve comes back just in time, handing her and Robin both containers of popcorn. She says thanks, Robin doesn't. Chrissy tilts hers towards Eddie, and he takes a handful, and they all settle in for a movie she hadn't planned to see, with people she never could have imagined spending the evening with.

But it's fun. Eddie has running commentary, Steve keeps asking Robin stupid questions, getting her all riled up, and when the credits roll, Chrissy's a little sad it's over. 

Walking out of the mall, they all sort of linger for a second before going their separate ways. Robin grabs her bike from the rack, as Steve takes off across the parking lot towards his familiar car. Eddie follows her, and she realizes she isn't scared.

When they get to her car, he just holds her car door open for her, bowing dramatically before running off, hip-checking Steve on his way by, sending Steve off-balance. Chrissy smiles as Steve hollers something she couldn't hear after Eddie, and she keeps grinning as she tracks Eddie all the way to a van parked off by itself.

In the driver's seat of her own car, she follows both of the boys out of the lot. Steve turns on his blinker, and eases out, clearly planning to follow slowly behind Robin on her bike, and Chrissy thinks that's sweet, before Eddie barrels out from behind Steve, music blaring as he's zooming around Steve and Robin, leaving them with a friendly honk and a cloud of smoke.

She can see that they both wave at him, and she smiles to herself. Nobody would ever believe her if she told them who she spent her evening with, and especially not if she told them how much fun it had been.

She turns in the opposite direction, towards home, and takes one last look in the rearview mirror, wanting proof that this wonderfully weird night actually happened.

It did, it really did, and Chrissy smiles as they get smaller and smaller behind her, before disappearing totally into the darkness.

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[goszixx]

Unexpected

Notes: totally didn’t make this two weeks ago-

Warning: reader is a meanie :(, slight crying, overstimulated, no protection, semi public (a common theme in my smut’s apparently)

What a loser. The way his cock sloppily slammed into you, the wet sounds echoing throughout the classroom that he was suppose to be tutoring you in. Not that you need it. You simply asked him as a dare, knowing how it should plan out. A dare to have sex with the cockiest and most uptight kid in the grade. Sometimes you wonder how such a priss is vice president of the student council. With how big the stick is up his ass you wondered how he could focous in anything else.

His pace grew, his thrusts not stopping, jamming into your tight hole as his fingers clenched your legs. They pulled at the fat of your thigh, your eyes narrowing on the vice’s tilted back head and exposed neck. It would have been better if you got to fuck his brother, the president, instead. Aamon was hotter, smarter and all around better person. It drove Gusion mad whenever someone could compare the two. The thought of moaning his brother’s name instead, just to fuck with him, has crossed your mind.

“God I’m fucking yo-u dumb.” Gusion huffed as sweat clung to his bangs. His shirt was off, exposing his slightly tanned skin and lean figure.

“Like hell you are.” You mumbled under your breath after giving a fake nod. Sure the action of sex turned you on but seeing Gusion try to act dominate didn’t. Though what else could you expect from the lesser brother. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m going to cum!”

Semen surged into Gusion’s condom, his head spinning as wet pants left his abused lips. His head fell, brunette locks going everywhere. You rose a brow when he stopped thrusting, noticing how his body seemed tense afterwards. Usually having sex with you has the opposite reaction. However, when you saw a single tear drip down his chin you couldn’t help the scoff that came from you.

Gusion froze, biting his lip. He quickly wiped the tear from his eye and tried not to stammer over his words. “I-I better get going.” He rushed before beginning to pull out. Curiousity got the better of you. You clenched around him, watching as the cutest and dirtiest moan came from his lips. His upper body fell on yours, your legs wrapping around his fitted waist while his face burried in your cupped breasts. You didn’t bother taking your bra off since he seemed to get off just fine.

With your legs, you pulled him closer. He whined in your boobs, hands gripping tightly on your hips. “Is little old Gusion sensitive. Don’t tell me you’re a sub, makes sense why you can’t fuck for shit.” You smirked. It was unexpected, but you could feel the vice president grow inside of you, twitching. You would be lying if you said it didn’t intrigue you.

He picked up his head, chin still resting on your chest, “I’m n-ot submissive you dumb slut.” He bit back with a hiss. Though it’s hard to take anything he says seriously with red dusting his cheeks, the blush blazing to his ears.

The slut comment was fair, he was fucking you in a classroom with you on top of a desk mostly naked. But, that doesn’t mean you’ll let it slide, “Calling me a slut when you can’t even make me cum? For the vice president you sure are stupid to think a person with straight A’s suddenly needs tutoring.”

Gusion choked back a moan as his cock ached in your hole. “I-I-”

“You what Gu Gu?” You teased, your hands cupping his face to bring him closer. His eyes were glossy as tears filled them. “I never d-i-d be-fore!” He argued, though it was more of a cry. His cheeks were hot in your hands, burning and ablaze from the humiliation that seeped through his body.

“I’d hope so, no girl should have to go through that.” You scoffed with amusement. His hips jerked slightly as his eyes rolled back, “fu-ck I can’t do more.” He whimpered, cried, and pleaded for you to have mercy on him. He was a virgin, it’s not shocking how sensitive he was, especially since now he’s more turned on then ever.

A little laugh left your lips, “You say that but your cock is aching inside me Gusion.” Pulling him closer to you, you whispered into his ear, “Do you feel dirty, vice? How about you take off that condom, I’m on the pill anyways. Do you want to know how to pleasure women?” Your tongue traced the shell of his ear, feeling him shudder underneath.

Another whine left his red lips as you nibbled on the skin, a hand going up to pull his hair roughly. “You-u dum-ngh!” His voice shattered in a moan the harder you bit on his ear. You sucked the resistance out of him, making him melt on you. You could feel the sweat of his chest on your stomach as his lips quivered around the flesh on your mounds. For a moment you said nothing, hearing him pant as his cock drifted out of your pussy.

He shuffled, moving his hand down to pull off the condom and toss it somewhere on the floor. A tingling sensation filled your chest from the vibration that came from Gusion. He was speaking but seemed to be too embarrassed. You sighed, “What was that Gu Gu, speak up.”

Painstakingly, the Vice picked up his head. His eyes glowed in lust while his cheeks where illuminated in embarrassment. “Teach me…” He mumbled. For someone so cocky he sure seemed to be a puppy. Funny how that attitude melted away as soon as he got a taste of you.

He swallowed thickly from your stare. He knew that wasn’t enough, he knew you wanted to humiliate him more. “Teach m-e how to f-fuck you.” The Vice stated in a too demanding tone. Your finger traced the lump of his Adam’s apple, watching it bob before he spoke again. “Please.”

Your lips tugged into a smirk as you patted his head, his bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat. “Don’t cum until I say so ok?” Gusion gave a weak nod before picking his body up. You sucked in his sloppy cock with ease as he stammered over his words. Its as if his body ached for you, his tongue seeming too big for his own mouth as he leaned over you and babbled nonsense. His body weight shifted to one of his hands while the other held your hips, pushing them down. His nails dug into you but it didn’t cause pain, he bit his lip as he tried his hardest not to hurt you. “Fu-ck you feel really good~” His pleasure was on a whole other level as you pooled around him.

All of it turned you on. The sight of him flustered and drooling. The smell of arousal radiating from a man who has been secretly pining over you for years. That’s why he picks on you, pokes fun at you, not that it ever worked. So when he got the chance to tutor you he couldn’t pass it up no matter how strange it seemed. The classroom echoed with his moans, only making more embarrassment leak out from his drooling cock. You moved one of your hands to take out your breasts, the other grabbing onto Gusion’s. He flinched at the touch but settled down. His eyes went wide at your perky nipples, they were erected and pretty.

Curiousity got the better of the man as he slid his thumb across the bud. Pride swelled up in him when a small sigh left your lips. He continued that pace, watching you twist and turn from the small stimulation. “Move.” You uttered, one of your hands coming up to scratch his back.

Gusion obeyed with a buzzed expression, a small goofy smile being held on his lips. He tried thrusting but could only make it half way before whining. You clicked your tongue, “How pathetic, I said move didn’t I?”

“I- shit you idiot I ca-n’t!” He groaned. “You’re sucking me too mu-ngh~” The vice’s sentence was cut off by you slamming your lips into his. He cried on your lips as you pressed down on his cock, forcing him to take the rest of you. He whimpered as your tongue invaded his mouth, yet his hips started gaining ryhthem. The wet noises of your pussy flooded his flushed ears as your tongue traced the roof of his mouth. You devoured him, dominated him in his own mouth and man it turned him own. Your wetness dropped onto his thighs as he slammed his cock inside you.

Loving the noises your cunt made only made him go crazier. His hand found your breast again. Pinching and pulling at your nipple as a way to take revenge on you, hearing you moan in his mouth as his eyes roll back. Your hips met his, both of you determine to fuck the shit out of each other. Nails dug into his back, scratching his pretty skin enough that he knew marks would form later. He released your lips and pressed his chest against yours.

Both Gusion’s hands returned to your thighs, pinching at the fat on your legs and lightly slapping your ass to test the waters. He’d rub them after smoothly, never wanting to hurt you. “God, look who likes taking my cock now.” He whispered in the shell of your ear as you gripped him tighter. You grit your teeth, “D-don’t get cocky.”

A light laugh game from Gusion before his teeth grazed your ear. He pulled lightly at the lobe, planting a kiss on the shell before biting on it. He sucked it roughly, no doubt creating a hickey. “Fuck-k Gusion~ keep doing that I’m close~”

“Finall-y y/n. Now cum on my cock for me.” He groaned, moving one of his hands back up to pull at your abused nipples. His balls smacked against the curve of your ass. Everything feeling wet and dirty from how much you were leaking all over him. A choked whimper came from Gusion when he felt you clench around him so tight he was sure it was impossible to move. Your back arched as cum surged into you, leaving it oozing out of you once he pulled out.

Deep breaths left your lips from your release. Your boobs bouncing with your chest, your mouth open and ear ear bruised. Gusion bent down in front of the desk, not caring about the mess you both made on the floor. A hiched breath left you as the vice spread your lower lips open with his fingers. “W-What are you doing?” You hissed but didn’t move.

Lustful eyes peered from brunette locks. Gusion’s tongue rolled out almost as if he were in a trance. Drool peeked from his lips in hunger from the sight. How he destroyed your insides and pumped you full. Now all your mixed arousal was leaking out of your pretty cunt. “Let me clean you up. I’m still hungry.”

[miimo96]

Thoughts on TBHK Chapter 114

Looks like we're finally Diving into the Relationship between these 2 , Ngl seeing a relationship between the 2 most "Fake" Characters in the series is Really gonna be interesting, especially with the New timeline and stuff, I wonder if people's theories on the whole comparison to Sumire's life and the minamoto clan will be correct.

GOD I Hate on How SMUG this character Is, how you just gonna start off the chapter like that Knowing on How Akane will React!? Also between this and How Akane is treated most of the Series, the Man is a walking L

This tells us so much about the 2 and how they see each other, he initially Didn't even think twice about aoi, immediately getting down to business and figuring What changed In the timeline, only using the "aoi as his Finance" excuse to get under Akane's skin, he sees her as Nothing more than something to play with Akane's emotions with, however aoi is doing what she Does best, Putting on an act and playing along, He knows that Aoi would initially not even take his hand, and brush him off slightly, as she does not see him that way, however aoi is playing along and Does grab his hand, which uneases him, because what if She does see him that way Now?

Going from what I said earlier it's pretty clear that aoi's Just playing the part and is not really into Teru, and teru Knows this by confirming saying "he'll send it to Akane" to which Aoi shakes her head, it's lovely indication to show that even in this New timeline, she Still very Deeply cares about Akane, and doesn't want him to see her with Another man

Teru and Aoi are like the couples you'd see in movies, the type of "Perfect" Couple you'd expect (The most popular boy Dates the most popular girl) it's the perfect type of Relationship for these 2 characters, a fake romance fit for Fake people

Ya know I don't think Teru's ever been "hit" before, aside from the beatdown hakubo gave Him and Akane, teru's the type of character that's Never been "humbled" like he's never received a Proper smack to Reality; Yashiro won't do it because She has a soft spot for him, plus He's Handsome, Kou has too much respect for his older brother and aspires to be like him, Akane is completely terrified of teru and would probably Die if he tried, So Aoi being the 1 to do it is pretty fitting like saying "I don't care if you're my upper clansmen, part of the minamoto clan, or completely handsome, You ever try some shit like that again and I WILL END YOU"

Upon Re-reading the chapter I love the reaction here, he's Relieved of the fact that She DOES NOT have a crush for him, meaning that she still does care about Akane in someway and He's happy to hear that, aside from all the teasing and bullying he does He Still does care about Akane and his feelings and does NOT want to hurt him.^^

Looks like people's theories on the 2 being in Relationship as a result of the Sumire incident/ sacrificial bloodline was Correct, also the fact the Seven wonders don't exist is really interesting, I wonder if it has anything to do with Tsukasa being the only apparition for Now, which is weird because aside from No.5, Yako should be a wonder regardless the timeline

I can't tell if this Akane or teru, probably Akane but it's Nice that she still has feelings for him, also Aoi having 2 sisters is a Surprise to me, so far i don't think we've ever seen or known about them till this point, also her mom seems to be more important than we think, hmmmm 🤔

Ngl this hurt me a bit, that line "So that's the type of world we're in" really sums up the Pain in this timeline, and you gotta wonder if he really wants to do this anymore, It really hurts me and that's saying something considering I'm a Huge Teru hater and because Now I'm curious of how Kou will react act due the SCENE in The Red house arc

This are 2nd look at Kou's mom ever since the red house arc, aside from the Tear jerking moment we've Never seen the 2s relationship and how they must've acted before her passing so it's really Heartbreaking to see it here finally and I kinda wonder if kou will eventually find out the Truth and Be against putting things back to Normal, this arc may be a lot like the picture perfect arc just Cranked to 11, also can someone tell me what this Says in the background, I cant read Japanese and my translator isn't working

I Love the Dynamic between these 2, at 1st I was a little worried that the call Kou got about a missing student was about Mitsuba, thinking that mitsuba probably dying or something happening to him was a Canon event and that this is all ment to happen eventually, Thank GOD it isn't, Also I love the face mitsuba gives him here, just a little "I Love f@#king with my Boyfriend" face, Also I Guess this confirms that Hanako is still alive in this timeline, meaning the Man we saw in the last Chapter Definitely was Hanako, I wonder if we'll see him run into yashiro soon^^

[izzyspussy]

liberation starts within the mind: Ian/Mickey + Daemon AU

summary: Mickey's daemon hasn't settled, but they can fake that just like they can fake everything else about them. (If only it weren't for Ian.)

Warnings for canon-typical internalized homophobia and ableism.

They’re sitting alone in their room when the idea comes to them. Well, when the idea comes to Mars. That’s their system: Mars comes up with the good ideas and Mickey comes up with the shitty ones. It makes pretty good sense that that’s how it is. After all, your daemon is supposed to be all the best parts of you, right? So it figures that Mars would get the smarts and Mickey’d be left with nothing but stupid. He’s not bitter about it. It helps him fit in his place like he’s supposed to. And it seems like it’s a family trait anyway, for your daemon to be smarter than you. But, hey, maybe that’s just ‘cause all the Milkovich humans do tons of fucking drugs. “We have to fake it,” Mars says. It’s about four in the morning or some shit. They’re both tired, but it’s no surprise to either of them that they can’t sleep anyway. Tonight they are – or at least Mickey is – blaming it on the bruises across Mickey’s jaw and forearms. Mars had been sprawled across the couch and Mickey’s lap shaped all pretty like a St. Bernard, and Terry and Polly had started in on her again. He’d called her fucking Beethoven while Polly pulled on her ears, and Mickey had sassed Terry back and earned a beating. Terry’s ticked because Mickey’s gonna turn fifteen in a couple months and Mars hasn’t settled yet, and Terry thinks that means Mickey’s some kind of pussy or that he’s touched in the fucking head. Mickey knows better, knows that Mars can’t settle yet because Mickey ain’t ready to be who he is, but to admit that’s the reason is far more dangerous than to let Terry keep thinking Mickey’s weak-minded or whatever. Now, Mars is curled up on Mickey’s chest as he lies on his back and stares at the ceiling, shaped like what Mickey had been informed snootily was “a weasel not a goddamn ferret, for fuck’s sake” and Mickey knows she’s right. Showing the terrible hand fate decided to fucking deal him is not something Mickey can ever do. Since he ain’t got the guts to bow out of the game all he can do is bluff, and bluff forever. At Mickey’s nod, Mars slides off of him and off of his bed and tells him, “I’ll try out a few kinds and stick to whichever is most comfortable when we’re in public. And hey, maybe if we’re lucky I’ll just get stuck or something.” They both know she won’t, but they’re lying to everybody else so why not tell themselves something sweet once in a while?

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