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Valentine in Simple Moments - Jun-Ho
Project Valentines Day - 6#
Warnings: nothing!
Hwang Jun-Ho was never one for big gestures. He was quiet, often preferring the simpler momentsâlike when heâd catch your eye in the middle of a conversation and send you that small, knowing smile that always made your heart skip a beat.
So when Valentineâs Day came around, you honestly werenât expecting much. He wasnât the type to make a show of his feelings, and you appreciated that about him. But when he mentioned meeting up after work, you were intrigued, wondering what he had planned.
The evening was crisp, the kind of cold that made you want to bundle up in layers. You met him outside the small convenience store near his apartment, feeling the anticipation build in the air. He was standing at the entrance, looking casual as usual, but there was something different about his demeanor tonight.
âHey,â he greeted with a soft smile. âReady to go?â
You returned the smile, nodding. âLead the way.â
Jun-Ho didnât live in the most glamorous placeâhis apartment was small, modest, and simple. It didnât have the usual trappings of luxury, but to you, it felt more real than any grand gesture ever could. As you entered, the small space felt warm despite its unassuming nature. There was a couch that had seen better days and a kitchen table that seemed to have a permanent place for takeout containers. Yet, it felt like home.
âI donât have much,â he said, almost apologetically as he kicked off his shoes and motioned for you to sit on the couch. âBut I thought we could spend the night here, just the two of us.â
You smiled, taking a seat on the couch. âThis is perfect, Jun-Ho. Itâs exactly what I needed.â
For the next few hours, you two spent the night in the comfort of his apartment. He made dinner, something simpleâa homemade stir-fry that was surprisingly good considering the little you knew about his cooking skills. You ate together, chatting about everything and nothing, enjoying the simplicity of being in each otherâs company.
You opened the box and found a small, leather-bound journal. It wasnât fancy, but it was clearly something personalâa place for you to write, to document moments of your life.
âI know you like writing,â he added, his fingers nervously tracing the edge of the table. âSo, I thought maybe you could use this. A place for your thoughts, your memories⊠whatever you want.â
You smiled, touched by the thoughtful gesture. âJun-Ho, this is perfect. Thank you.â
He gave a small, almost shy smile in return. âIâm glad you like it.â
The rest of the evening was spent curled up together on the couch. You talked, laughed, and even shared a quiet, comfortable silence. Eventually, the TV was turned off, and the two of you simply stared out the window at the twinkling lights of the city below.
It wasnât the grand gestures or extravagant settings that made the night so special. It was the simple, intimate moments you sharedâbeing together, knowing that in his small apartment, surrounded by nothing but the basics, you were both content.
As the night wore on, you found yourself nestled into his side, and without a word, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. You stayed like that for a while, staring out at the stars from his modest apartment window, knowing that this Valentineâs Day, though simple, would be one of the most memorable.
A/n: hi my lil monsters! How we likey? This is fic 6# of Project Valentines Day 2025! Hope you enjoy!
Love ya, Twilight
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Happy Valentineâs
Day!!!
Since today is a day we celebrate love, I want to talk about my love for Nicola and Luke!
Falling in love with Penelope & Colin:
I initially fell in love with Penelope in Bridgerton, because I could relate to her so well. I was the invisible wallflower who always fell for the âunattainableâ attractive guy who could never see me as anything more than a friend.
I fell in love with Colin because he was sweet, caring, handsome, and SO adorably clueless. He was kind and loving to his family, and he was always there for Penelope.
Falling in love with Nicola:
From the first episode of Bridgerton I saw her in, I thought Nicola was perfect for the role of Penelope. I had not seen her in Derry Girls, and she was unknown to me as an actress.
She brings so much to the role as Penelope. I honestly canât imagine anyone doing a better job in the role as she has done. I love the changes she has brought to the character each season to really show how Penelope matures a bit each season.
I loved discovering other projects Nic has worked on. It has been great to see her range in acting across different shows (like Derry Girls, Big Mood, the Doctor Who Christmas Special). She is just so good at bringing each character to life.
I love how funny and sweet Nic is. I applaud her for being an advocate and supporter of causes that are dear to her. I love her passion for fashion and glamour, but also how she enjoys being in comfy clothes and no makeup. I love how shrewd she is in choosing her projects and what companies to support and collaborate with. Most of all, I love that Nic is just so unapologetically herself.
Falling in love with Luke:
I thought Luke was such a cutie when I first saw him on Bridgerton as Colin. He really is the perfect counterpart to Nicâs Penelope. Just like Nicola, I had not seen Luke in anything he had been in previously.
Even though I liked Lukeâs portrayal of Colin in seasons one and two of Bridgerton, I was honestly blown away with his portrayal of Colin in season three. He brought so much depth and emotion to the role; he was so nuanced. I really donât think any other actor could have brought Colin to life the way Luke did.
I was able to see âThe Shape of Thingsâ and Luke was also wonderful in the role of Adam. He was great at showing the deep emotions Adam felt throughout the story. I also loved to hear Luke use an American accent.
I think Luke is talented in so many ways. He brings so much to each character he portrays. He has a beautiful singing voice. I believe if he wanted to, he could be a model. He just looks good in any clothes he is put in and he is so photogenic. I am also waiting for the day he is in a project where he gets to tap dance. I would love to see that.
Luke comes across as the sweetest person. He seems to really care about his family and friends. He gives thoughtful gifts and is generous to those he is close to.
Falling in love with Lukola:
As many people did, I fell in love with Lukola during the World Tour for season three last year. I saw the undeniable chemistry between Luke and Nic in all of their interviews, the bts footage that was released, and of course on the screen as Polin.
I saw how happy they were to be together doing so many interviews, but how they also enjoyed spending time together on their time off the clock. They were constantly smiling and laughing with one another. They seemed to always be touching one another and getting physically as close as possible. They also shared so many unhinged stories and comments.
Honestly, I donât know how anyone could not love them. To me, they just emulate light and love!
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Going to make a zine today because I'm bored & a blank piece of paper has been staring at me from across the table
#i've got some free time on my hands for the first time in MONTHS#(as in: free time unburdened by the knowledge that i *could* be working ahead for some assignments)#and 0 energy to do something with it#so this seems like the perfect project to spend the day on :)#wish me luck lol this isn't going to look great but i'm sure it's going to be fun!!#anyway i'll be tagging this ->#alys makes a zine#so in case you want to avoid my status updates today you know what to do
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Things That May Be Causing Your Writer's Block- and How to Beat Them
I don't like the term 'Writer's Block' - not because it isn't real, but because the term is so vague that it's useless. Hundreds of issues all get lumped together under this one umbrella, making writer's block seem like this all-powerful boogeyman that's impossible to beat. Worse yet, it leaves people giving and receiving advice that is completely ineffective because people often don't realize they're talking about entirely different issues.
In my experience, the key to beating writer's block is figuring out what the block even is, so I put together a list of Actual Reasons why you may be struggling to write:
(note that any case of writer's block is usually a mix of two or more)
Perfectionism (most common)
What it looks like:
You write one sentence and spend the next hour googling "synonyms for ___"
Write. Erase. Write. Rewrite. Erase.
Should I even start writing this scene when I haven't figured out this one specific detail yet?
I hate everything I write
Cringing while writing
My first draft must be perfect, or else I'm a terrible writer
Things that can help:
Give yourself permission to suck
Keep in mind that nothing you write is going to be perfect, especially your first draft
Think of writing your first/early drafts not as writing, but sketching out a loose foundation to build upon later
People write multiple drafts for a reason: write now, edit later
Stop googling synonyms and save that for editing
Write with a pen to reduce temptation to erase
Embrace leaving blank spaces in your writing when you can't think of the right word, name, or detail
It's okay if your writing sucks. We all suck at some point. Embrace the growth mindset, and focus on getting words on a page
Lack of inspiration (easiest to fix)
What it looks like:
Head empty, no ideas
What do I even write about???
I don't have a plot, I just have an image
Want to write but no story to write
Things that can help:
Google writing prompts
If writing prompts aren't your thing, instead try thinking about what kind of tropes/genres/story elements you would like to try out
Instead of thinking about the story you would like to write, think about the story you would like to read, and write that
It's okay if you don't have a fully fleshed out story idea. Even if it's just an image or a line of dialogue, it's okay to write that. A story may or may not come out of it, but at least you got the creative juices flowing
Stop writing. Step away from your desk and let yourself naturally get inspired. Go for a walk, read a book, travel, play video games, research history, etc. Don't force ideas, but do open up your mind to them
If you're like me, world-building may come more naturally than plotting. Design the world first and let the story come later
Boredom/Understimulation (lost the flow)
What it looks like:
I know I should be writing but uugggghhhh I just can'tttttt
Writing words feels like pulling teeth
I started writing, but then I got bored/distracted
I enjoy the idea of writing, but the actual process makes me want to throw my laptop out the window
Things that can help:
Introduce stimulation: snacks, beverages, gum, music such as lo-fi, blankets, decorate your writing space, get a clickity-clackity keyboard, etc.
Add variety: write in a new location, try a new idea/different story for a day or so, switch up how you write (pen and paper vs. computer) or try voice recording or speech-to-text
Gamify writing: create an arbitrary challenge, such as trying to see how many words you can write in a set time and try to beat your high score
Find a writing buddy or join a writer's group
Give yourself a reward for every writing milestone, even if it's just writing a paragraph
Ask yourself whether this project you're working on is something you really want to be doing, and be honest with your answer
Intimidation/Procrastination (often related to perfectionism, but not always)
What it looks like:
I was feeling really motivated to write, but then I opened my laptop
I don't even know where to start
I love writing, but I can never seem to get started
I'll write tomorrow. I mean next week. Next month? Next month, I swear (doesn't write next month)
Can't find the time or energy
Unreasonable expectations (I should be able to write 10,000 words a day, right????)
Feeling discouraged and wondering why I'm even trying
Things that can help:
Follow the 2 min rule (or the 1 paragraph rule, which works better for me): whenever you sit down to write, tell yourself that you are only going to write for 2 minutes. If you feel like continuing once the 2 mins are up, go for it! Otherwise, stop. Force yourself to start but DO NOT force yourself to continue unless you feel like it. The more often you do this, the easier it will be to get started
Make getting started as easy as possible (i.e. minimize barriers: if getting up to get a notebook is stopping you from getting started, then write in the notes app of your phone)
Commit to a routine that will work for you. Baby steps are important here. Go with something that feels reasonable: every day, every other day, once a week, twice a week, and use cues to help you remember to start. If you chose a set time to write, just make sure that it's a time that feels natural to you- i.e. don't force yourself to writing at 9am every morning if you're not a morning person
Find a friend or a writing buddy you can trust and talk it out or share a piece of work you're proud of. Sometimes we just get a bit bogged down by criticism- either internal or external- and need a few words of encouragement
The Problem's Not You, It's Your Story (or Outline (or Process))
What it looks like:
I have no problems writing other scenes, it's just this scene
I started writing, but now I have no idea where I'm going
I don't think I'm doing this right
What's an outline?
Drowning in documents
This. Doesn't. Make. Sense. How do I get from this plot point to this one?!?!?! (this ColeyDoesThings quote lives in my head rent free cause BOY have I been there)
Things That Can Help:
Go back to the drawing board. Really try to get at the root of why a scene or story isn't working
A part of growing as a writer is learning when to kill your darlings. Sometimes you're trying to force an idea or scene that just doesn't work and you need to let it go
If you don't have an outline, write one
If you have an outline and it isn't working, rewrite it, or look up different ways to structure it
You may be trying to write as a pantser when you're really a plotter or vice versa. Experiment with different writing processes and see what feels most natural
Study story structures, starting with the three act structure. Even if you don't use them, you should know them
Check out Ellen Brock on YouTube. She's a professional novel editor who has a lot of advice on writing strategies for different types of writers
Also check out Savage Books on YouTube (another professional story editor) for advice on story structure and dialogue. Seriously, I cannot recommend this guy enough
Executive Dysfunction, Usually From ADHD/Autism
What it looks like:
Everything in boredom/understimulation
Everything in intimidation/procrastination
You have been diagnosed with and/or have symptoms of ADHD/Autism
Things that can help:
If you haven't already, seek a diagnosis or professional treatment
Hire an ADHD coach or other specialist that can help you work with your brain (I use Shimmer; feel free to DM me for a referral)
Seek out neurodiverse communities for advice and support
Try body doubling! There's lot's of free online body doubling websites out there for you to try. If social anxiety is a barrier, start out with writing streams such as katecavanaughwrites on Twitch
Be aware of any sensory barriers that may be getting in the way of you writing (such as an uncomfortable desk chair, harsh lighting, bad sounds)
And Lastly, Burnout, Depression, or Other Mental Illness
What it looks like:
You have symptoms of burnout or depression
Struggling with all things, not just writing
It's more than a lack of inspiration- the spark is just dead
Things that can help:
Forget writing for now. Focus on healing first.
Seek professional help
If you feel like it, use writing as a way to explore your feelings. It can take the form of journaling, poetry, an abstract reflection of your thoughts, narrative essays, or exploring what you're feeling through your fictional characters. The last two helped me rediscover my love of writing after I thought years of depression had killed it for good. Just don't force yourself to do so, and stop if it takes you to a darker place instead of feeling cathartic
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Who do you think gives off major girl dad vibes and who gives off boy dad vibes in enhypen hyung line? đ«Ł
( GIRL DAD VIBES )
i) JAY â he practically screams âgirl dadâ with how gentlemanly he is and def seems like the type who would spoil his daughter while also being super protective. Jay would absolutely love twirling his daughter around the living room to teach her how to dance. Heâd make sure she felt like a princess every day, whether itâs a random Tuesday or her birthday. While heâd be incredibly protective (probably the type to intimidate her first crush just a little), heâd also have a soft spot. One puppy-eyed look, and heâd cave into whatever she wants. Heâd encourage her to be confident, smart, and kind. You can imagine him saying things like, âAlways stay true to yourself, no matter what,â or âYouâre capable of anything you set your mind to.â Heâd be hands-on when it comes to crafting school projects or making her dream playhouse, all while secretly enjoying it more than her.
ii). SUNGHOON â No particular reason but his sweet, slightly shy demeanor gives off âgirl dad.â He'd probably dote on his daughter. Sunghoon would be the kind of dad whoâs quietly protective. Heâd always keep an eye on her but wouldnât be overbearing. If she had a problem, heâd step in subtly and guide her through it. While he might seem reserved, Sunghoon would secretly practice braiding her hair, doing her nails, or even learning makeup basics so he could bond with her. Imagine him proudly showing her a perfect fishtail braid or helping her pick nail polish colors! Sunghoon would treasure all her milestones. Heâd secretly keep a box of her drawings, first letters, or little gifts she made him, reminiscing over them when she grew older. At school events, he might be the quiet dad in the back but would burst with pride when sheâs on stage or playing sports. Heâd clap the loudest and tell everyone, âThatâs my daughter!â
( BOY DAD VIBES )
iii) HEESEUNG â Heeseung gives off really strong major âfun and chillâ boy dad vibes. He'd bond over video games and sports, being an ideal responsible role model in the child's life. Heeseung would not only be a dad but be more like a buddy. He'd always be down to play video games, shoot hoops, or build Legos; he would make sure that his son knows that he is his biggest fan and the best friend. Whether it's basketball, soccer, or whatever, Heeseung would be the dad who always practiced with his son out in the yard. He'd be cheering him on at every game and even coaching the team if needed. Heeseung would be the right balance between being laid back and having boundaries. His son would know there's always room for fun but also the importance of respect and discipline. Music is such a big part of Heeseung's life, so you can bet there'd be karaoke nights where they'd sing their hearts out. His son would probably inherit Heeseung's love for music and maybe even some of his talent.
iV) JAKE â he seems like he would make a close friend with his son. They would spend weekends watching sports, playing video games, or going out into the wild for some hike or fishing. He would want his son to feel as though they are a team in everything. He would drop nuggets of wisdom like, âIt is okay to fail, but never stop trying,â to make sure that his son feels encouraged about whatever happened. He would always say âI love youâ and make sure that his son feels supported emotionally. Jake would be the dad who's always ready to listen, whether it is about his son's day at school or his dreams and worries. He would be that laid-back parent but not one to shy away from teaching his child how to live life and its various implications, like cooking, keeping money in order, and how to tackle problems with the right attitude.
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is there someone else? - steve harrington
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Steve Harrington x female! reader, some Eddie Munson x reader
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Summary:
When your friend with benefits, Eddie, ditches you, you take comfort in his roommate.
Warnings:
Smut (18+), fingering, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v, spit, cumplay, Eddie making some suggestive comments, language, weed use
Word Count: 4.5k
A/N:
I kind of set this one up for a part 2, so let me know if you want one!
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College was supposed to be âthe best days of your lifeâ. At least, thatâs what your parents always told you, and always reminded you every time you had something to complain about.
Instead of that, you had an overwhelming amount of coursework, a professor who hated you, three major projects due next week, and a fuckboy friend with benefits who would never like you back the same way you liked him.
Yeah, definitely the best days of your life.
âHey, baby,â the very same fuckboy friend greeted you as you exited the main lecture hall, books piled in your arms. He approached you and threw an arm over your shoulder, walking along with you.
âWhat is it, Eddie?â You were blushing, because you knew being seen with Eddie like this made it obvious what the two of you got up to. It was Eddie, after all, he had a pretty well known reputation. You totally werenât blushing because of the ridiculous crush you have on him.
âI was thinking you could come over tonight,â Eddie drawled, leaning against you casually as you walked across the campus grounds. He always had that casual cockiness about him, and you couldnât help but notice the way his tight jeans hugged his long legs, or the little strip of skin you could see beneath his t-shirt when he raised his arms.
âTonight?â You asked. âI was going to be working on one of my projects tonight.â
âBoring,â Eddie said, waving the idea off. âWouldnât you have a much better time in bed with me?â
You blushed deeper, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. âEddie!â
âWell itâs the truth,â he said. âWouldnât you rather spend the evening with my face between your legs?â
âEddie, stop,â you said, not sure if you could take much more blushing. âIâll come over.â
âPerfect!â Eddie exclaimed, spinning you around by your shoulders so you were facing him. âYou will not regret your decision, princess.â He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, catching you by surprise. âSee you at my dorm room at 8, yeah?â
âSure,â you called after him, but he was already walking away. You cursed under your breath as you noticed a group of girls from your class staring at you, and you quickly hurried off back to your own dorm room.
You were no stranger to these late night hookups in Eddieâs dorm. His roommate was hardly ever there, even though they were apparently good friends. You got the impression the roommate was a bit of a ladies man himself. It seemed like he was always out on a date with someone.
You wondered if you should dress up - maybe this would be the night Eddie realized he had feelings for you, too? You pushed that thought from your head - if Eddie had feelings for you, he would have acted on them by now. This was nothing more than sex to him and you knew it.
Despite knowing you were being delusional, you dressed up anyway. You wore a brand new matching bra and panties set, white lace that hugged every curve of your body perfectly. You wore a little dress over top, then spent way too long in front of the mirror doing your hair and makeup.
When it was nearly 8, you left your dorm building, walking down the path to the menâs dorms. You climbed up the stairs to the top floor, heading down the hall to the familiar door. You knocked, even though Eddie had told you countless times you didnât need to.
You waited. After a few minutes, the door opened, revealing not Eddie, but his roommate Steve.
Steve looked surprised to see you. His eyes widened slightly before a smirk spread across his lips. âWell. I wasnât expecting a beautiful girl at my door this evening.â
You found yourself blushing yet again. Steve was really cute, and youâd had very few interactions with him. âHey Steve,â you finally said. âIs Eddie here?â
âUh, not right now,â he said. âIâm not sure where he went. Do you want to come in and wait for him?â
âYeah, that would be good.â You cautiously entered the dorm room, feeling nervous despite the amount of times youâd been in there. Youâd never been alone with Steve before, and you werenât sure what to do or say.
You took a seat on Eddieâs bed that sat across from Steveâs. The other boy collapsed onto his bed, going back to the movie heâd been watching on the small color TV sitting on a dresser. He was watching The Breakfast Club, a bowl of popcorn next to him on the bed.
You waited for Eddie. And waited. And waited. You were beginning to feel humiliated as you realized youâd been stood up. You were just standing to go back to your dorm when Steveâs voice stopped you.
âDo you want to watch a movie with me?â He asked. âI was about to watch Scarface next.â
You thought for a moment. You could go home and mope in your bed, or you could stay here and hang out with Steve. You knew which one sounded like more fun. Fuck Eddie.
âSure,â you said, and Steve scooted over, making room next to him on his bed. You kicked your shoes off and climbed on next to him, pulling your short dress down over your thighs. You noticed Steveâs gaze lingering on your legs.
As you watched the movie, Steve moved closer to you. About halfway through he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you nearly giggled from the cheesiness of it - if it didnât feel so nice.
Steve began rubbing circles over the exposed skin of your arm, his right hand moving to rest on your bare thigh. Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling of his warm hands on your skin, you clenched your thighs together as you felt your clit throbbing at the idea of Steve moving his hand higher.
âYouâre so pretty, you know that?â Steve whispered against your ear so quietly you werenât sure you heard him correctly.
You froze. âWhat?â
Steve chuckled before speaking louder this time. âI said, youâre really pretty.â He turned to look down at you, a soft smile on his lips. âToo pretty to get stood up by my idiot roommate.â
You blushed. You didnât need to be reminded about how youâd been ditched tonight. Probably for some other girl. âThanks.â
Steve laughed again, lightly. âAre you okay? Really?â
You shrugged. âYeah, Iâm fine. Things between me and Eddie are just casual anyway. It shouldnât be a big deal.â
âStill,â Steve said, âhe had the prettiest girl on campus here waiting for him, and he ditched you for something else? If he thinks any other girl is half as perfect as you, heâs even dumber than I thought.â
You giggled, covering your face with your hands. You felt like you knew deep down that Steve was just trying to flatter you and make you feel better, but you couldnât help the way your heart fluttered in your chest.
âSo cute,â Steve remarked again. The movie had gone forgotten, Steveâs attention fully on you now. He placed a finger underneath your chin, turning you to face him.
You met his eyes, the way he was looking at you caught you by surprise. His expression wasnât playful or joking. âCan I kiss you?â
âCan- what?â
Steve laughed again. âCan I kiss you?â
âIâŠâ You tried to shake some sense back into your head. Here was this cute guy, asking to kiss you, and you couldnât even form a sentence. âYeah.â
Steve smiled, then he was leaning in slowly until his soft lips pressed against yours. You melted into the kiss, body forming against his as you rested your hand on his chest. He kissed you with an eager intensity, lips locking with yours before he ran his tongue along the seam of your lips. You opened up for him and he slid his tongue inside, exploring your mouth.
His hand groped at your tits over your dress, before moving down to slide up your thighs. His hand rose up between your legs, cupping you over your core. You hoped he couldnât tell how wet you had been already, but that hope was short lived.
âSo wet for me already,â Steve hummed, trailing kisses down your jaw and to your neck. âYou wanted this?â
âMhm,â you agreed, mind spinning as Steve started biting and sucking at your neck. His fingers trailed over your pussy over your panties, teasing you.
âWant me to touch you here?â He teased, pressing harder against your clit. You whined, causing Steve to smirk against your neck.
âYes, please,â you begged, arching your back and pressing your hips harder against Steveâs hand. Steve chuckled again, pushing your panties to the side and rubbing over your clit.
âSo wet,â he said as he trailed his fingers down to your hole, pressing one to your entrance. âWant me to fuck you with my fingers?â
You nodded, a pathetic little whine leaving your lips. Steve was absolutely eating up every reaction he pulled from you, he had never been with someone so responsive, and he loved it. He pressed one of his thick fingers inside of you and you whined again, back arching against his headboard.
âFeel good, baby?â He asked as he pumped his finger in and out of you, thumb rubbing your clit as he did.
âSo good,â you moaned, and Steve smirked as he watched you, falling apart on nothing but one of his fingers. He couldnât help imagining how youâd look on his cock.
He added a second finger, curling them up inside you. He watched you intently, but you didnât have the space in your brain to be self conscious with the way he was pulling you apart with nothing but his hand. Even Eddie hadnât been able to do this to you.
âGonna cum?â He asked, feeling the way you began clenching around his fingers.
You nodded quickly, a weak âUh huh,â being all you could offer him. Your hand shot up to grip onto his shoulder, your pitchy moans filling the small bedroom as your orgasm rose in your belly. âSteve-â
âThatâs it, baby, say my name when you cum on my fingers,â he praised, face buried in your neck again. âGo on, baby girl, cum for me.â
His words pushed you over the edge and you threw your head back, pussy clenching around Steveâs fingers as you came. You called his name over and over again- âSteve, Steve, Steve!â- him having the biggest smirk on his face as he watched you.
âThaaatâs it,â he praised, working you through every high of your orgasm until your body collapsed back against the headboard and he removed his hand. You watched as he placed the fingers between his lips, sucking them clean. âTaste so good, too. I always knew youâd be sweet.â
You felt yourself blushing again, chest heaving as you watched him lick your wetness from his long fingers. Ones that had just been inside you. You were supposed to be here for Eddie, and it was his roommate who just gave you the best orgasm of your life with nothing but his hand.
Steve moved back in to kiss you again, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. There was something so filthy about it that had your clit throbbing between your legs again. You kissed him back more eagerly than before, your hands resting on his neck.
âWanna get inside you,â Steve muttered against your lips. âWanna fuck you so bad.â
You moaned, bucking your hips up against his thigh. âPlease,â you managed to squeak out, the only thing your hazy brain could come up with.
âYeah? You want that?â Steve was breathless, a hand moving down to palm himself over his jeans. You hadnât noticed how insanely hard he had gotten while fingering you. âYou want my cock?â
âWant it so bad,â you whined, moving your own hand to replace his. He was rock hard beneath the material of his pants, and you knew he had to be uncomfortable. You rubbed over his erection, Steve groaning into your neck. You undid his belt buckle and jeans.
âFuck, yeah,â Steve muttered, hands pushing your dress up until it was over your head. He took in the sight of your matching lingerie, eyes widening. âGoddamn. Look at you.â
âYou like it?â You asked shyly, but it was pretty obvious he did, very much.
âDid I mention Eddie is a fucking dumbass?â Steveâs hands roamed over your body in the lingerie, fingers trailing over the lace of your bra. âMy gain. God, youâre stunning.â
Steve sat up, quickly pulling his own shirt over his head, his jeans undone and hard cock tenting his boxers as he moved back over your body. He kissed all over your stomach, your tits, your neck. His hands slid behind your back, expertly undoing your bra and dropping it to his floor.
âSo fucking hot,â he said as he moved back to look over your body. He pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough to reveal his long, thick cock, tip red and leaking precum. He stroked his cock as he looked down at you.
You leaned up, placing a small kitten lick against the tip of his cock, tasting the precum there. Steve groaned, hand moving to the back of your head as you wrapped your lips around him and began sinking down. âShit,â he hissed, fingers tangling into your hair.
You took as much of him into your mouth as you felt you could. Steve bucked his hips into your mouth, forcing his cock down your throat until it was hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag, sputtering as you pulled off of him.
âShit, Iâm so sorry baby,â he said, pushing your hair behind your ear gently. âAre you okay? I- I didnât mean to do that.â
âIâm okay,â you said, laughing through watering eyes. âWas just a lot.â
Steve laughed lightly. âYeah? It was a lot?â
You slapped at his thigh, making him laugh again. You liked the sound of his laugh. You wrapped your lips around him again, taking him deeper on your own this time. Steve groaned loudly as you took him all the way, drool dripping from around your lips and onto the bed below him, but he didnât care.
âFuck, look at you. Such a little slut.â Steve ran his fingers through your hair as he watched the way your mouth wrapped around his dick, loving the sight. He would be thinking about this moment, this vision, on many nights alone.
You licked along the underside of his cock as you sucked him, moaning around his length to send the vibrations around him. Steve moaned loudly at that, pulling on your hair. âShit. Youâre gonna make me cum if you keep sucking me like that.â
You pulled off of him with an audible pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock. His dick twitched at the sight, another low groan leaving his lips.
âFuck. I have to have you, right now.â He flipped you over, causing you to squeal and giggle as you landed on your stomach on the bed. You felt Steveâs fingers beneath the waistband of your panties before he pulled them down your legs. He smacked your ass hard, watching the way it jiggled beneath his palm. God, he couldnât get enough of you.
Steve gripped your hips, pulling them up so your back was arched for him. He stroked his cock a few times, then moments later he was sliding his cock through your folds, collecting your wetness on his dick. He pressed his fat tip against your hole, and you gripped onto the sheets in preparation. Steve was big, you knew youâd need something to hold onto.
âYou ready for me, baby?â He asked, hands caressing down your sides gently. He admired your body from behind, before leaving another harsh slap on your ass. You jumped at the feeling, a quiet mixture between a gasp and a moan falling from your lips.
âIâm ready,â you told him, arching your back farther and pressing your hips back against him, desperate to feel him stretching you open.
âNeedy little pussy,â Steve said, slapping your ass a third time. âIâll give her what she wants, donât worry baby.â
Steve started to slide into you, thick cock splitting you open as he pressed deeply inside. He groaned loudly at the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around him so perfectly, like your cunt was made for him. âJesus. You have the perfect pussy, baby. I canât believe Eddie missed out on this tonight.â
You gripped onto the pillow as Steve bottomed out behind you, balls pressed against your ass as he held his hips tightly against you. âFuck. Fuck.â
âWhatâs wrong?â You asked, turning around to look at Steve. God, he looked so hot behind you like this, cock buried deep in your pussy.
âDonât wanna cum yet,â he admitted with a breathless laugh. âYou feel too good, baby.â
You giggled, moving your hips back against him. This time it was Steveâs turn to cry out, a pathetic sounding whimper unintentionally escaping from him. âBabe, please.â
You liked feeling like you had some power over him. You pushed your hips back again, hard, and moaned as his tip brushed against that spot deep inside you.
Steve groaned again, his grip on your hips tightening. âYouâre being a brat right now, you know that?â
âAm I?â You giggled again, moving back and forth along his cock.
âEddie never told me you were so bad,â Steve said, slapping your ass again so hard it left a bright red handprint on your skin. âAlways took you for a good girl. But youâre not being very good for me right now, are you?â
âI can be good,â you promised him. âJust want you to fuck me.â
âImpatient,â he tsked. âYou want to get fucked like a whore? Is that what you want?â
âYes,â you begged. âPlease, please fuck me like a whore. Wanna be your little cockslut.â
Steve moaned, finally, finally starting to move his hips. He began fucking into you quickly, his headboard slamming into the wall and definitely disturbing anyone on the other side. âLike this? Wanted to get fucked like this?â
You moaned desperately, the sounds you were making turning higher and higher as he pounded into you from behind. âYes, Steve, fuck, please donât stop!â
Steve pulled your hips back to meet every thrust. His long, usually immaculately styled hair hung over his face as he dropped his head forward, getting lost in the pleasure of you. âPussyâs perfect baby. I canât fucking believe how perfectly it fits around my cock. Wanna fuck this pussy every fucking day.â
You basked in the praise, his words sending chills down your spine. âSâgood, Steve, your cock is so big, fucks me so good.â
Steve was grunting with every thrust, his own mind going hazy with lust as he struggled to stay present in the moment. He had never felt a pussy as good as yours, truly, he couldnât believe that there was anything on earth Eddie could choose over fucking you. You were perfect. There was no other girl on campus who could even compare.
âYeah? Iâm fucking you good, baby?â Steve was breathless as he spoke, trying his hardest not to show how absolutely wrecked he was inside you. Heâd never had a girl bring him to his knees like this, literally.
âSo good,â you promised him, never wanting him to stop. You could feel another orgasm approaching, the angle he was fucking you bringing you more pleasure than youâd ever felt. âGonna cum again.â
Steve huffed a laugh. âGonna cum just from getting fucked?â
âYeah,â you whined, pushing back against him again. With the added help every thrust was so deep, so intense. Steve was fucking you wildly, you never knew youâd like being fucked so animalistically the way he was, but you fucking loved everything about this.
âGo on and cum all over my cock then, slut,â he said, slapping your ass again. You cried out, which only egged him on more. âCream all over my dick, baby.â
Steve leaned forward, grabbing your face around your jaw and forcing you to look at him. He pursed his lips and spit, landing on the side of your mouth. You gasped, eyes going wide - no one had ever done that to you before. He watched as you darted your tongue out, licking his spit away and swallowing it.
âGood fucking girl,â Steve praised, moving back and wrapping an arm around your middle to rub against your clit again. âNow, I need you to cum for me.â
Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth dropped open as your second orgasm crashed through you, the most embarrassingly desperate moans falling endlessly from your very soul. Steve kept fucking you hard, riding through your high and beyond it.
âFuck, yeah, gonna cum,â he groaned, hips snapping into yours even faster. âIâm so close, baby. Gonna cum in that little pussy.â
âCum for me, Steve,â you moaned, thrusting back against him with every movement. Your head dropped down, face buried in the pillows to bury the sounds you were making as he buried himself to the hilt.
âFuck, fuck!â
Steve spilled into you, pumping his cum into you deeply as the hottest groans youâd ever heard from a man filled the room. His hands held you so tightly you could feel the bruises blooming on your hips.
âShit,â he muttered as he pulled out, and you flipped over onto your back to see him. He placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs for him. He could see his cum gently dripping from your spent cunt, and the sight had his dick twitching all over again.
He dipped between your legs and you gasped loudly as you felt his tongue on your sensitive pussy. Steve licked you clean, his tongue flicking over your bud before focusing on your hole and the cum escaping from you. The overstimulation sent you over the edge as a third orgasm ripped through your tired body, your hands pulling hard on Steveâs hair as you called his name again and again.
When he lifted from between your legs, you could see his cum on his tongue, smeared along the side of his mouth. He moved forward, pressing his lips to yours and licking against your own tongue as you tasted the mixture of yours and his release. He pushed his cum into your mouth, and you gladly licked it all from his tongue and lips, swallowing as you made eye contact.
âHow do I taste?â He asked, that cocky smirk back on his face.
âSo good,â you said, pressing another gentle kiss to his lips.
Steve lay down on the bed next to you, pulling a cigarette from a pack on the bedside table and a lighter. He lit the cigarette, offering you one, but you declined.
âThat was incredible,â you finally said, making Steve chuckle around the cigarette.
âYeah, it was,â he agreed. He reached over and grabbed your hand with his free one. âIâd like to do this again sometime.â
âThis specifically?â You werenât sure you wanted or needed another friend with benefits. You wanted more for yourself than that. The last thing you needed was another fuckboy friend to catch feelings for and get hurt over.
âNot necessarily,â Steve laughed. âWe could go out somewhere else. On a date, maybe.â
âA date?â You tried to hide the way your face lit up, but you couldnât hide from Steve. âThat would be nice.â
âCool. Iâll give you a call then.â Steve smiled. âNot that that means you have to leave now.â
You stayed in bed, naked and talking with Steve. It turned out you actually had things in common, and he was easy to talk to. He also was good friends with Eddie, but clearly didnât approve of the way he had ditched you tonight. But at least it led you to Steve.
You were in the middle of sharing a joint and watching another movie from Family Video when the sound of the lock turning startled you. You had time to quickly grab the sheets and hold them over your bare chest as the door opened and Eddie walked in.
âYouâll never believe the night I had man, I-â Eddie stopped cold when he turned and saw you in bed with Steve. He said your name, confusion written across his face.
âUh,â you said, not sure what to do. âHey, Eddie.â
âHey,â he said back awkwardly, looking between you and his friend. âAm I, uh, interrupting something?â
âNah, we were just watching The Lost Boys,â Steve said, ever casual even though he was also still completely naked beneath the blankets, after having fucked his best friendâs FWB. âWelcome to join us, if you want.â
âYeah, I think Iâd like to join,â Eddie teased, a knowing smirk on his face as his eyes dragged over your body. âLooks like fun.â
You rolled your eyes. âWhere were you?â
He raised his eyebrows. âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, you were supposed to be meeting me here at 8, remember?â
Realization dawned on Eddie then, and his jaw dropped open. âShit, princess, Iâm so sorry. Time got away from me. I was with the guys, we were working on a new songâŠâ
You shook your head. âItâs whatever.â
A sly smile spread across Eddieâs lips. âYou were upset.â
âWell yeah, you bailed on our plans, of course I was upset!â You were getting upset again now, not caring that your boobs would be on full display if you dropped the thin sheet.
âSo upset you ran into the arms of my roommate?â
You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You were speechless, and maybe you had been in the wrong, too. But itâs not like you and Eddie were exclusive, you could sleep with whoever you wanted.
âIâm not mad,â he said quickly, reaching a hand forward to rub your leg beneath the blanket. âIâm only upset I missed out.â
âMaybe next time,â Steve teased. âIâm sure sheâd like that. Sheâs a real little slut, you never told me that.â
You blushed deeply as Eddie laughed, moving to stand next to you now as he gently caressed your face. âYeah. She can be real naughty when she wants to be. Canât you, princess?â
âOh, sheâs a filthy girl,â Steve contributed, moving to kiss at your neck again. âBut she was so good for me.â
âShe always is,â Eddie added. âMaybe you can show us how good you can be for us both, yeah?â
thank you for reading! let me know if youâre interested in a part 2 đ
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Park Jongseong â Rest
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PAIRING: â Husband Jay x Reader (f)
SUMMARY: â Your husband Jay gives you a massage to show you how to rest properly.
GENRE: fluff, suggestive.
WARNINGS: double meaning jokes, very suggestive in the end but overall fluff.
WC: 2k â masterlist
â Author Note: Tbh I've been obsessed with Jay lately and I thought this scenario was perfect for him. Hope you guys like it, If there are any errors please lmk.
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The main door of your house closes with a âclickâ and you sigh, feeling relieved to be finally home. Your vacation officially started today and after such arduous work, you could finally rest.
Jay hadn't arrived yet, so you took the opportunity to take a long shower to relax and take away all the stress from work. You hummed a song in the shower thinking about the plans you'd make to enjoy your vacation with Jay.
Maybe go out to eat something delicious and go for a walk without any worries or stay home and cuddle with your lovely husband. All the scenarios running through your mind seemed wonderful, especially because you could spend more time with Jay. Since his work took up a large part of his day, any extra time with your husband was a reward.
After putting on your most comfortable satin pajamas, you laid down on your warm bed that was in the perfect state to rest. You decided to relax and just watch some funny videos on your feed until you heard Jay.
The noises of Jay's key caught your attention, and he smiled when he heard your voice in the distance. "Love?" He called, breaking the silence that hung in the house."Hm?" You mumbled loudly, hoping he would hear while you were lying on the bed as if you were a sloth trapped in its house. "I'm here."
Jay entered the room turning on the lights and loosening his tie. "There you are." He approached you and gave you a smile before giving you a quick peck on the lips. âHello baby, how was work today?â He asked as he placed his briefcase in a corner of the room and took his watch off his wrist.
"The usual, but I'm finally free so we can enjoy my vacation." You murmured excitedly, his lips touching your eyes and eyelashes giving you tickles. You glanced at him lightly as he stroked your hair.
"Vacation? This is great, babe." He said excitedly and sat on the edge of the bed âWeâll be able to enjoy it a lot.â
âYeah, thank God.â You laughed warmly âI miss spending more time with you.â He grabbed your hand placing a quick kiss on the top of your palm and stood up, unbuttoning his blouse. âMe too, love.â
The last few days were more chaotic at Jay's company due to the end of the year, but you could finally have more time alone. "And you? How was your work?" You asked as if you weren't staring at your husband's beautiful back.
âI finally finished everything on that project I was assigned to last minute so I can finally relax too.â You listened intently to Jay. âJungwon said I could get a promotion if I kept working like this.â He laughed and you agreed.
Jay is the kind of person who always tries really hard in everything he proposes to do, so you wouldn't be surprised if he got promoted.
"If you keep smiling like that, you're gonna get promoted sooner than expected." You commented in a mischievous tone while stretching your arms and he laughed, ruffling your hair before he climbed on top of you "I hope so, so I can take you to many places." He commented and you laughed, hugging him tightly and smelling his perfume.
It was amazing how good he smelled, even after work.
"Hmmh, you smell so good." You said, stroking his soft hair and he smiled giving you a quick kiss âI need to take a shower, wanna come?â He asked with a voice full of mischief, moving his eyebrows and you pushed his face away while closing your eyes again.
"Babe, I already took a shower, you can go. I'm so tired today, I really just want to lie down and rest." You answered sincerely despite loving the beautiful intimate moments you spend with your husband.
âOkayy, I'll be right back." He smiled and kissed your cheek before grabbing a towel and locking himself in the bathroom.
After a few minutes of just listening to the sound of the shower water, your eyes closed as you felt a wave of drowsiness invade your senses. Before you could start dreaming you heard the bathroom door open and saw Jay coming out with just a towel around his waist. You sat on the bed and rubbed your eyes, feeling your back hurt a little.
Jay opened the closet looking for his clothes and you noticed his confused expression "Where are my gray sweatpants?" He asked and you continued to stare at him, smiling happily at the beautiful sight in front of you. The drops of water dripped from the ends of Jay's hair making his back shine with the humidity, his bangs plastered to his forehead.
"I think it's on the left side." You replied as you rolled over on the bed again "Ah, just found it at the bottom, thank you." He chuckled and you smiled thinking how you managed to capture this man.
Jay is the kind of man that many people would say is perfect. Handsome, hardworking, kind and extremely cute. Every time you looked at him you felt an absurd desire to thank the heavens for the beauty that is your husband.
"Argh." He quickly got dressed and you groaned at the discomfort of your back hurting again "What is it, love?" He worriedly asked climbing onto the bed as you sighed.
"My back hurts." Despite being reluctant, you confessed. You knew that Jay worried excessively and any complaint made him feel alert. "Did you take medicine?" He asked worriedly touching your cheek making you snuggle into his touch.
"No, I just took one yesterday." You spoke and he nodded, caressing your face "What can I do to make you feel better?" He asked attentively and you kissed his face touching his hair that smelled so good.
"Just lay here with me." You replied and he sighed dissatisfied "But you'll still be suffering from the pain." He was not satisfied with your answer.
"It's alright baby, let's just relax." He shook his head, getting up from the bed. "No, it's not alright but I already know what I can do to help you." He ran to the bathroom while you looked at him confused, but soon you felt the air change when you saw him carrying a cream in his hands.
"Babe, what are you thinking?" You looked at him suspiciously and he chuckled "Relax, I just want to give you a massage." He replied softly jumping on the bed excitedly âYou deserve it.â He whispered as he approached you.
"I'm amazed at how you have such energy." You mumbled laughing as you took off your shirt and laid face down on the bed "You give me energy." He said it like it was obvious and you laughed pressing your cheek to the pillow waiting for him "I love you, that's why." He said sweetly as he knelt between your legs adjusting himself to touch your back.
"You're so cute." You responded laughing and he chuckled through his nose "I love you too." Jay approached you eagerly opening the cream "That's good love, now I want you to try to relax."
You closed your eyes and felt Jay's cold hands touch the middle of your back lightly, spreading the cream "Is it cold?" he asked ironically "I'm going to kill you." you responded smiling. Without opening your eyes, you felt his hands slide over your skin "No you won't, in fact you'll thank me a lot after this massage." He said mischievously watching your muscles relax at his soft touch.
One of the things you loved the most about Jay was his hands. There was nothing better in the world than his big hands taking away all the stress accumulated on your back. You felt his fingertips squeeze your shoulders and sighed happily.
This was everything you needed.
He carefully watched every reaction from you as he took time to explore your skin "Feels good?" He asked, but you only nodded your head and mumbled a weak 'hmm', numb from the relaxation coming from his fingers.
"I'm so happy we're relaxing like this." He chuckled happily at your response as he squeezed your skin. Your body already knowing your husband's specific touch "Me too." He replied as you felt his thumbs on the end of your back.
Instinctively, your eyes opened when you noticed that he stopped his movements and looked back seeing that he was taking more cream. "What is it?" He asked with a smirk "Still want more?" You sulked and laid down again "Stop talking and just do it." You huffed, feeling your cheeks burn knowing that you'd already lost the war to him.
He didn't say anything else, but you could feel that he was giving that side smirk that makes you want to kiss him madly.
The light calluses of Jay's hands slid across the skin of your back, pressing firmly on specific points that caused instant goosebumps. His hands were soft, despite the familiar hardness that made a wonderful contrast to your bare skin.
Sliding slowly, you felt his fingers slowly rise from your back to the back of your nape, his thumbs pressing a spot that made you moan slightly. "Jay." You said his name and he laughed through his nose, his hands sliding down as if he did that innocently.
"What?" He asked innocently in a playful tone, trying not to laugh. âWhat are you doing?â The sound of his giggle filled the room with your question."I'm not doing anything..." He replied, sliding his hands up your back again.
"Yeah, right." You commented rolling your eyes.
He leaned in a little more and you felt his right hand touch your hair as he combed it to the side. You didn't care much so you just cuddled into your pillow again.
Jay slid his fingers along the corner of your neck and you felt a shiver when he buried them in your hair, stroking lightly. You opened your eyes and felt your face heat up when he grabbed the strands, pulled your hair back with moderate force and kissed your neck.
"Jayyyy..." You complained and he ignored you, kissing down the length of your neck to the back of your nape "Stop it..." Your breathing failing from his kisses "Are you sure?" He asked under your skin as you felt his warm lips slide down your spine making you moan. As he kissed the length of your back, you couldn't say anything "Don't you want more?" He asked huskily in your ear wrapping his right arm around your waist and resting his left arm on the side of your face climbing on top of you, his chest pressing your back. You giggled when you felt him kiss beneath your ear.
"Enough, you're already enjoying yourself too much." You responded breathlessly as he laughed. The tip of his nose touched the corner of your face "Just give me a real kiss then." He said softly, wrapping you in a tight hug.
"Fine." You turned slightly, seeing him fall next to you, smiling. You reached out and pulled him by his shoulders and placed a kiss on his cheek, âDone.â You laughed at the pout he made and placed another kiss on his nose and another one on his forehead.
"Babe, give me a real kiss." He said slyly as his bangs tickled your face. You looked into his eyes and pulled his face giving him a slightly lingering kiss, quickly moving down to his jawline and burying your face in his neck.
"Well, that was quick." He laughed and pulled you by the waist making you lay on top of his chest, his fingers tangling in your hair, âI told you I didnât have much energy today.â You laughed "I'll make it up to you later, I promise."
"Okay, I'll wait." He chuckled patting your back. Your cheek warmed from the heat of his body, and as you hugged him your eyes grew heavy when you felt Jay place a kiss on the top of your head.
You relaxed thinking about how you will finally get the rest you deserve.
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Take A Break
Viktor x Reader (Part One)
Viktor doesnât want you to be like him. Youâre taking a break and youâre gonna like it.
A/N: Gonna let y'all in on a secret, this is a revamp of a very old fanfic i wrote years ago when arcane first came out. It's on an old account of mine on a different platform, not gonna mention which one, but it's still up if you can find it.
You were committed.
Committed to helping out Viktor in any way that you could. You were just an apprentice in the academy, technically you werenât even supposed to be near Viktor when it came specifically to rankings, you shouldâve been focusing on lesser issues.
But with Viktor it was different. You always admired his want to help people, the way he put his all into every project that he believed would benefit the people of the Undercity.
He saw in you the same passion to help, so he kept you around. He very quickly learned he also just enjoyed your company which made you the perfect lab partner when his original one, Jayce Talis, was no longer able to help as often. The two of you very quickly became good friends, great friends even. It is to be expected for two people who get along that also spend almost every waking hour of every single day together.
The ideas he held for the potential of HexTech and how it could help the people always warmed your heart. It gave you a new spark of inspiration every time he would rattle on about some new idea he had.
Because of these ideas, you wanted to put your all into helping him achieve his goal, even if that meant spending countless hours in the lab overnight. It became a habit of yours, unbeknownst to Viktor, as far as he was aware you just got to the lab really early in the morning and just left very late at night. It wasnât until one day, he walked into the lab extremely early in the morning, having come up with an idea and wanting to test it out, and found you fast asleep on leaning against your workbench.
The soft clink of Viktorâs cane echoed throughout the room as he made his way over to you. He looked around at all the things you had written down, all the work you had accomplished, as well as the mess that your failed attempts had made. Once he finally got close enough to you, he had noticed the slightest bit of drool that had begun to collect atop your hand that you had resting under your face to give yourself some sort of cushion. He let out a soft chuckle at this before clearing his throat rather loudly.
This attempt to wake you didnât work, so he tried again. Once that was also met with a fail, he tried once more, this time making sure to tap you on the shoulder with a bit of force. This finally managed to wake you as you shot up from your seat, almost falling back onto the floor from the sheer force you rose with.
âYou know, sleeping in the lab⊠it isnât exactly advised.â Viktor said in a teasing manner as you looked around frantically before your eyes landed on him. You sighed with relief, calming down as you finally figured out who it was that woke you.
âViktor, itâs just you.â You said, a hand over your heart as you tried to almost manually lower your heart rate back to normal. The scare he gave you was almost enough to make you think you had entered cardiac arrest. He chuckled at your reaction before taking a seat on the stool next to you, his cane still in hand as he spoke,
âYouâve been busy I see. Find anything new?â He asked, interested in your developments. You sighed, this time not out of relief but instead out of disappointment.
âNothing yet. I canât seem to figure out exactly how these runes work. They just donât make any sense. It's like learning a new language without a dictionary to go off of.â You said as you rested your head on your hand once again, now noticing the drool that you quickly wiped off.
âI see well, there's no sense in returning to it right away.â He said as his eyes drifted from you, down to the pile of papers that had been spread across your desk. Some of them were his, a lot of them were yours. He could easily tell they were yours by the random doodles you would have littered across the margins of your pages. Before meeting you he wouldâve thought such a thing would be a waste of space, since then however, he finds it an endearing quirk of yours that he looks forward to seeing when he goes back to look over both of your notes.
âWhat? But I know there is a way to fix this. I just need to,â You began to explain, eager to finish the work you started only to be interrupted by a sigh from the thin man.
âCanât believe I am the one saying this, you are overworking yourself.â He said, his face fairly blank of emotion as he spoke to you.
âI canât believe you just said that either.â You said, your eyes widening slightly as you met his gaze. If anyone had room to talk about overworking oneself, it certainly was not Mr. HexTech number 2.
âSomething new every day I suppose. As I said, sleeping in the lab is not advised.â He said with a shrug, one of his hands leaning on his crutch as he leaned a bit more forward, knowing you would still object.
âYouâve done it.â You, as he knew you would, objected.
âWell eh, Iâm not exactly the best rule followerâŠâ He retorted with a bit of strain towards the end of his sentence.
âSo why should I be?â You asked.
âBecause you need a break.â He responded in a lighthearted yet still somehow stern way. He was serious but he wasnât mad, he knew better than anyone that it was hard for such a committed worker to finally take time to prioritize themself. Half the time he only took breaks because Heimerdinger told him to.
âBut you-â
âAh, no. This is not about me.â He interrupted again, holding a hand up to signal you to stop talking.
âBut I-â
âA break.â He said, leaning forward.
âBut-â
âA. Break.â He repeated, almost as if he was telling you to drop it, which in a very obvious way he was. You sighed once again, realizing you weren't going to win such an argument.
âFine, yes Iâll take a break.â You finally agreed. You rolled your eyes before turning back to your desk, and resting back in the position you had once been in. You head of your hand and your eyes facing the ungodly amount of work you still had yet to finish.
âGood, now come with me.â He spoke quickly, getting up from his chair as if he had somewhere to be.
âWhat, why? Where are we going?â You questioned, propping yourself up as you watched the pale man walk around your desk towards the door before stopping to turn back and look at you.
âWe are going to take a break.â
Confused by his words you felt you had no other choice but to get up and follow the strange yet intelligent man. Everything he did confused you, you could never confidently predict what he was going to do next, every time you thought you could he would just add another option to the board. Knowing better than to question him at this point, you stood up from your desk, taking a moment to stretch your limbs which had been held in the same position for hours.
In the process you hadnât realized Viktorâs eyes had remained on you, taking in as much of your body as he could see whether he realized it or not. You then caught him staring and looked down at yourself, confused as to what he was looking at. Did you have some paper stuck to you?
âWhat?â You asked him, looking down at yourself before looking back up at him trying to figure out what exactly he couldâve been looking at. He seemed surprised, not just by your question, but also by the fact that he had been staring in the first place. It was a habit he had, but when directed at you it felt different for him⊠he didnât know why but he wasnât going to bother exploring that area of the unknown just yet.
âNothing, follow me.â He responded quickly before turning back towards the door and hurriedly walking out.
You followed him out of the lab, closing the door behind you, and making your way into the very intricately decorated hallways of the academy. It was a place you prided yourself on being able to work at, they didnât just accept anyone through their doors so the fact you made it this far, even just to be an apprentice, was something you would never let yourself forget.
Even so, sometimes just being an apprentice did sometimes diminish your excitement about working in such an extravagantly intelligent place. You wanted to do things, you wanted to make a difference, you wanted to help people, and oftentimes being stuck in the role of an apprentice didnât guarantee much of anything.
Thatâs why you were so eager to help out Viktor. He saw potential in you and worked upon it, he gave you things to do and actually valued your opinion when working on projects. He made you feel seen more than anyone else in the academy had at this point.
You hadnât noticed him looking over his shoulder at you once again, watching as your eyes traced the design of each pillar that littered the hallway before smiling a little to himself.
âThis way.â He spoke up, grabbing your attention quickly as he turned down a hallway and towards the main doors leading out of the academy.
âWhere are we going?â You asked, now walking alongside him.
âYou will see.â
âDo you ever give any straight answers?â
âYouâve been around me this long and still donât know the answer to that?â He teased back with a smile on his face, it caused you to laugh slightly as you rolled your eyes.
âSo thatâs a strong no.â You laughed to which he shrugged.
Before long he brought you to a place that was rather secluded, in fact, you hadnât even known it existed. It was, for lack of a better term, a hole in the wall outlooking the water that sat between Piltover and Zaun. It was quite nice as the sun glittered across the water giving it a twinkle that you could really only see from certain angles. It was only then did you realize how long you had fallen asleep in the lab, it was already midday.
Viktor took a seat on the ledge, looking to you to join him, which you did. You were a bit hesitant at first as the drop was quite a far one, but eventually you made your way and sat down properly. There was still enough distance between you and Viktor that it wasnât uncomfortable as you both looked out at the view.
âHow did you find this place?â You asked, looking over to him as he leaned against the wall next to him. There was a certain look in his eye that you couldnât quite place, almost melancholic, maybe even nostalgic as he looked out at the water.
He shrugged a bit before dragging his eyes away from the water to look at you.
âIâve always known about it. I come to relax or think, which Is part of what I think you need right now.â He said with a smile as he leaned back on the ledge a bit with his arms behind him.
You nodded before looking back out at the view before you.
You both stayed quiet for a little, just enjoying each other's company as you listened to the sounds around you. You thought it wouldâve been awkward to just sit in silence with him but you were actually surprisingly really comfortable with it. You couldnât help but wonder why he even bothered bringing you out here, if anything wouldnât it be more important to just get you back to work as quickly as possible. So you asked,
âHey Viktor?â You began, to which the man responded with a gentle hum, letting you know he was listening even if he wasnât looking in your direction.
âWhy did you bring me here?â
âSo you can have a break.â
You sighed and shook your head knowing he was so straightforward that you had to spell things out for him sometimes.
âYeah, I know that part but⊠why? Why let me have a break when this work is so important to you?â
His eyes left the scene before him before looking back towards you. A new emotion behind them that you couldnât quite place, but it looked much more lively than the melancholic look he had before.
âJeopardizing people you care about is not worth the sake of a project.â
His words seemed to almost float in the air for a moment before sinking in as you looked at him. He was serious about what he had said but it seemed like he hadnât intended to say something so heavy hitting, but Viktor wasnât exactly a sugar coater. He didnât like to dance around the edge of things, if he had something on his mind he would say it.
But he saw your reaction and realized that maybe this once he should dial back his full passion towards everything.
âEh, and besides, what good would it do me if my assistant was falling asleep on my all the time.â He joked a bit as he nudged you with his elbow. You smiled at him a bit, appreciating his words before looking down once again.
âThis is nice.â You said quietly with a smile, now looking down at your hands which were resting on your lap.
âPerhaps this means you will take a break more often?â He asks, leaning a bit forward as he looks towards you.
âPerhaps it does.â You said, your smile remaining.
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The Best Interruption.
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in which, harrys been in his at home office for the majority of the day, and your little one is getting antsy after not spending time with there best friend, so when heâs typing away and answering emails, they stroll into the office, crawling onto his lap.
Harry sat at his home office desk, surrounded by a sea of papers and instruments. He'd been cooped up in there for most of the day, lost in the creative whirlwind of composing new music.
And it was now nearing two o clock.
With a cup of tea steaming gently beside him, Harry's fingers danced across the keyboard as he typed out an email to his manager, Jeff. Each keystroke was deliberate, each word carefully chosen to convey his vision for the upcoming project. He glanced out the window, watching the world go by outside, a brief distraction from the task at hand.
Lost in the melodies swirling around his mind, Harry remained unaware as the door to his home office cracked open ever so slightly. His focus was firmly fixed on the task at hand, oblivious to the world outside his creative bubble.
Unseen by her immersed father, his two-year-old daughter, her dummy nestled in her mouth and her favourite baby blanket trailing behind her, ventured into the room.
With careful steps, she approached his chair, her small fingers reaching out to touch the soft fabric of his joggers.
Quietly, she stood beside him, her eyes wide with curiosity as she watched him work. She held her bottle of warm milk tightly under her arm, her little face a picture of innocence and wonder.
Finally, as if sensing her presence, Harry's gaze flickered downward, and he found himself met with the sight of his daughter standing beside him.
With a chuckle, Harry glanced down at his daughter, her giggles filling the room like sweet music.
"What are yâdoing in Daddy's office, you little minx?" he teased, his voice filled with affection.
Giggling even more, his daughter squirmed in his arms, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Daddy's office fun," she declared, her words slightly muffled by her dummy.
Harry smiled down at her, his heart swelling with love.
"Well, I suppose you're right about that," he admitted, gently adjusting her on his lap. "But sânearly nap time fâlittle munchkins like you."
She pouted playfully, but Harry could see the telltale signs of tiredness in her drooping eyelids.
"Nooo, not bedtime," she protested weakly, her hand reaching up to play with the cross necklace around his neck.
Chuckling softly, Harry wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close against his chest.
"Yes, bedtime, mâsunshine," he murmured, tucking her baby blanket around her. "But we can have some cuddles first, okay?"
Settling against him, his daughter nodded sleepily, her eyes fluttering closed as she nestled into the warmth of his embrace. Harry pressed a kiss to the top of her head, feeling her soft breaths against his skin.
"Where's Mama?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
"In kitchen," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper, a sleepy smile playing on her lips.
Harry chuckled, the sound filling the room with warmth.
"Fâcourse she is," he said fondly. "She's always busy taking care of us, isn't she?"
As his daughter drifted off to sleep in his arms, Harry couldn't help but smile at the sight of her peaceful face. Gently stroking her hair, he whispered, "Yâmy little angel, you know that?"
She mumbled something incoherent in response, her thumb finding its way to her mouth as she snuggled closer to him.
Leaning back in his chair, Harry let out a contented sigh.
"You're right, sweetheart," he murmured, more to himself than to her. âSâis nice, just you and me."
She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open at the sound of his voice. With a sleepy nod, she spoke the words,
"Milky."
Harry's smile widened as he reached for her bottle, a warm sense of nostalgia washing over him.
"You want your bot-bot, huh?" he asked gently, his fingers wrapping around the familiar shape of the bottle.
His daughter nodded again, her eyes bright with anticipation as she watched him prepare her drink.
"Alright, mâsunshine," Harry said softly, lifting the bottle to her lips. "Here you go."
She grasped the bottle with both hands, her tiny fingers curling around it as she took small sips, her cheeks flushing with contentment.
Watching her drink, Harry couldn't help but marvel at how quickly she was growing up. It seemed like just yesterday she was a tiny bundle in his arms, completely dependent on him for everything.
Though his daughter was perfectly capable of holding it herself, he liked the feeling of being needed, of taking care of her like he did when she was a baby, so he helped her hold the bottle, and the notsalgia hit him like a train.
She glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with gratitude as she leaned into his touch.
"Tank ou, Daddy," she murmured, her voice soft and sleepy.
Harry smiled, his heart swelling with love. "Anything fâyou, mâsunshine," he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Harry didnât know how long it had been but it wasnât long before his little mini-me was snoozing against his chest, soft snores falling from her mouth.
It must have been about another ten maybe fifteen minutes.
"Harry, have you seenâ" your voice spoke as you entered the room, but he quickly put a finger to his lips, his expression a silent plea for silence.
"Shhh," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "Look."
Your eyes followed his gaze, and as you glanced down, you breath caught in your throat. There, fast asleep against Harry's chest, was your daughter, her dummy nestled in her mouth, an empty bottle of milk resting on his desk.
A smile spread across your face as you stepped closer, your heart swelling with love at the sight of your family.
"Oh, bubba," you whispered softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your daughter's face.
Harry smiled up at you, his eyes shining with pride and affection.
"I think she wanted tâhelp Daddy with his work," he said quietly, his voice filled with warmth.
Your daughter stirred slightly in her sleep, mumbling something incomprehensible as she snuggled closer to her father.
"Hey," you whispered, leaning in closer to your husband and pushing some hair out of his face, "I'm sorry if she interrupted your work."
Harry shook his head, a warm smile spreading across his face.
"Why are you sorry?" he asked, reaching out to stroke his daughter's cheek tenderly.
"She's the best interruption."
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àšà§ â ANALYSING: ATTRACTION !
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àšà§ ; everyone knows lee heeseung- he's the super cute psychology major! how did you find yourself holding hands with him? pairing! psychologymajor!heeseung x psychologymajor!reader | wc. 0.8k | warnings: failed attempt at humour, probably cringe EN-
đ : this will be a full series for all enhypen members!
everyone has noticed lee heeseung in the psychology lecture hall, even you.
he's always sitting at the middle of the hall, furiously taking notes
this man explains freud's theories in a way that makes the professor pause and ask for his name
he's such a dork omg you sometimes see him doodling little brain diagrams on the margin of his notebooks with little text bubbles and smiley faces â more under cut!
you can't help but sneak glances at him like HE'S SO HOT
who wouldn't want to stare at lee heeseung rather than the mid fifties dude who can't seem to stfu
ok well heeseung's been eyeing you too because well DAMN you're face card is crazyyyy
and you're also really smart ACADEMIC WEAPON
so one day you two got grouped together for some kind of psychology project and you're just trying your best not to freak out
you've liked this guy since your freshman year of uni ever since you saw him at that shitty university party wdym you got paired up with him
luck is on your side this term (or is it fate?)
heeseung is so shy you're just too pretty for him to handle but he's still the first one to initiate conversation between you two
just walks up to you with his little notebook and pen in the lecture hall "so what are your ideas for the project?"
you don't even reply you just spend a moment or two taking in the godly sight in front of you and he just stands there like đ§
it's so awkward for a moment but you finally start talking after blessing your eyes with lee heeseung's face
you two hit it off on the spot (you two are both nerds- cute nerds, mind you.)
you two spend a whole hour just discussing interesting psychology experiments before deciding you guys have to focus
âwe really need to lock in."
"yeah we really should."
you guys move on from the stanford prison experiment to cognitive neuroscience
tbh you're really impressed with the amount of knowledge heeseung has on psychology
i mean sure it's his major but statistics show that over 54% of university students aren't happy with the classes they take
not heeseung he loves his little psychology life especially now that you're his project partner
this man is in the clouds he feels like he can fly
he keeps complimenting your psychology knowledge and you just brush him off
because heeseung's the one who just explained the flipping hippocampus like it's a ted talk.
poor boy is trying so hard to focus but he's kind of distracted bc he's busy stealing glances at you
he keeps stuttering whenever you ask him something
âoh, umm"
it's kind of giving loser but he's a cute loser ykyk
you pretend not to notice how he trips over his words and goes red in the face to protect his dignity and pride but you're dying inside as well
lee heeseung. stuttering over you.
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you and heeseung meet up everyday to do your project together
most of the time you guys meet at the library or a cafe but sometimes he invites you to his dorm
i imagine his dorm to be like his room in enhypen's dorm
like it's spacious and clean and all that
but boy why's there a huge gaping empty space in the middle of the room
well that gaping empty space is useful to spread out the 2838484 notes heeseung has written on neuroscience
you two always seem to reach for the same paper at the same moment HMMMMM
everytime you touch in anyway you feel like you're about to pass out like OH LEE HEESEUNG'S FINGER JUST BRUSHED AGAINST YOURS
heeseung gets sooo flustered he feels the same way about you
he's so busy staring at you when you're not looking bc you're js so goddamn perfect
after the group project you and heeseung submit the most scrumptious project ever
you both get straight As the thesis you guys wrote together was so sexylicious oml
you're kind of sad when the project is all over bc what if you and heeseung go back to not speaking and just acknowledging e/o's presence with a smile and a nod.
well you have nothing to worry about because he confesses after a week of 'accidental touches' and stolen glances
this guy, he gives you a little peck on the cheek and both of yall blushing like crazyy
heeseung definetly blurts out random psychology facts about love bc he's a little geek
he says psychology pick up lines as well
"are you a serotonin boost? because just being around you brightens my mood" bitch what.
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And They Were Roommates
Summary: Rio get's a roommate in you and suddenly she can't function.
Warnings: Smut so 18+ , Rio doing suspicious shit, Top!Rio Vidal, Bottom!reader, pet names with this women, biting, some fluff, aftercare ( because it's important),
Word count: 3.4k
a/n: i was gonna spend a good week on this fic fuck it you get it now because my professors are already on midterm talk. also thank @yourlocalsaiko for the funny ask comment they left on the sneak peek of this for influencing me to finish this. And also happy birthday to @harknessdoll. If this does good maybe a part 2 or little series ????? who knows
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Renting a small cottage in the middle of the woods, well not middle maybe like 10 miles away from town seemed like a good idea at the time. No having to deal with noisy neighbors, having a cute little driveway to not share with anyone and not to mention not being woken up to traffic.Â
It sounded like the perfect thing until you heard a loud bang that woke you from your slumber, who in the fuck was in your cottage.Â
â Fucking hell,â you mumble to yourself. Good thing Kate had recommended buying that bat incase anyone came in, bedtime you do need to actually buy a weapon of some sort or at least invest in some security. The noise gets louder as you make your way to the kitchen, hear what seems to be a lady humming a tune while sheâs looking for something to eat in the fridge.Â
â You leave for a couple of years to explore and someone can think they can just move in ? In my cottage? In my home?â She mumbles to herself.Â
â IM RENTING THIS PLACE YOU ASSâ you yell as you try to hit her but her reflexes are faster than you. The lady quickly grabs the bat from you, throwing it somewhere in the kitchen but what she doesnât expect you to do is bite her back.Â
â OWWWWWWWWWWWâÂ
Your smile fades quickly when the intruder quickly pins you to the kitchen floor preventing you from moving or biting her again.Â
â Who the fuck are you and why are you even in my houseâ She asks you
â Someone posted this place on a realtor site to rent and heâs been renting it to me for the past 6 months,â you explain,â can you let me go now, I promise not to bite you again I swearâ.Â
â Just cause I might have abandoned this place 40 years ago doesnât mean some stupid man can come and rent it to some random person,â she tells you.Â
â Does this mean I need to find another place to live?â You say after a bit of silence which makes the woman giggle. She felt bad that you didnât know this was her home but it had been years since she had shared her place with anyone besides her ex partner.Â
â If you give me whoever rented this place from you I might let you stay,â she pauses a bit ,â whatever your name is â.Â
â Y/n and no totally will do that, he kind of gave me the ick when he was showing me places too. Like he recommended me this house in New Jersey but the vibe was off so I said no then he was flirting with me way too-â the mystery woman covers your mouth to prevent you from yapping anymore.
â Gonna visit this man right away in the morning y/n, he sounds terrible,â and she leaves you to head to the other bedroom,â
â Wait whatâs your name ?âÂ
â Rio,â she pauses dramatically ,â Rio Vidal, have a goodnight babeâ.Â
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After the weird encounter with Rio, she had left around 9am to go talk with Anthony the realtor, not telling you anything else besides a bye. Left you with the cottage for most of the day to finish some emails for work, clean up the mess from late in the night and even make a chicken soup for Rio, or at least for you if she didnât eat meat. Just as a thank you for not kicking her.Â
â Get Norm the email about next monthâs projection sales,â you read around to nobody inside, wondering when sheâd come back.Â
Sheâs a grown ass woman who looks like she can easily defend herself. Thereâs no need to worry where she might be going. Rio has known you for less than half a day I doubt sheâs gonna tell you her whereabouts.Â
â God that man is such a crybaby,â Rio announces as you hear the door open, pushing the relief away when she comes towards the kitchen to the smell of chicken soup. It smelled really good, she forgot how it was to not be the only person in this home or at least have someone even cooking at all.Â
Rio sees you in the kitchen, trying your very best to act chill around.Â
â Hereâs this back, I took care of Bob for you, â she casually tells you as she goes towards the stove to serve herself some soup.Â
â What do you mean â take care of bob â Rio? âÂ
â Donât worry about it babeâ and when you look in the bad you find a large amount of money.Â
â All your rent money from the past couple of months from that fucking idiotâ rio explains , you were gonna ask either way.Â
â so does this mean youâre kicking me out ? I can pay rent donât worry or if not I can try to find another place to move to since this is your house and allâ.Â
Rio thinks about it. On one hand , sheâs had this house for hundreds of years so thereâs no need for you to pay rent. But on the other hand, you really didnât know that this was her house so it would be rude to expect you to leave so soon.Â
You were a little cute after all so this could work in her way if she wanted.Â
â Iâll let you stay on one condition,â you nod, too afraid to say anything due to her very serious demeanor.Â
â Keep doing what youâve been doing around the place, donât disturb me when Iâm in my room and when I need a favor you do it,â she states. Should be simple enough for you to follow.Â
â You got it pretty ?âÂ
â Yes âÂ
â Yes what ? âÂ
â Yes Maâam?â You say more as a question than a statement.Â
â Good job honeyâ she coos, paying close attention to the way that you blushed a bit being called the pet name.Â
ââââ
â What the fuck are you even doing up at 7am?âÂ
â Good morning to you too princess,â she says as you walk into the kitchen, your slumber being interrupted by whatever she was doing inside. 8am was enough time for you to get ready for work, especially since you do remote work for the most part.Â
Itâs only been a day since Rio had let you stay and to stay the change was a bit weird for you was an understatement.Â
Both of you have mostly been lightly joking with each other half of the time, maybe a bit of flirting to be honest but sheâs pretty cute. Doesnât help that sheâs always calling you all these pet names.Â
â Breakfast is on the table babe,â you see a perfectly set plate on the table for you,â based on what you had stocked up in the fridgeâ.
â Thank you Rio,â.Â
â No problem hot stuffâ she says in the sweetest tone, leaving you alone in the kitchen to question what she might have planned.
âââââââ
One week living with Rio and so far, sheâs been wonderful as a roommate. Helps with dishes when you make dinner, keeps the living room spotless, a little loud at night but nothing you canât handle.Â
For a Saturday night, Rio was unsure why you decided to spend it at home and not out like most humans would do.Â
â Reading a book and enjoying some wine ? Boring â, Rio announces as she walks into the living room in her casual fit. Choosing to wear an oversized t shirt of hers and simple pair of shorts.Â
â Itâs too far for me to go out rio,â you tell the woman sitting next to you, not bothering to tell her to move. It felt kind of nice to have the other woman sit next to you and not just a pillow of yours like most of the time.Â
â Awe someone as pretty as you doesnât ever go out?â She coos.Â
â Not when itâs again, way too far to travel to a bar,â you repeat to her and before you can even get a sip of your wine she grabs it out of your hand.Â
â What the fuck ?â You yell back at her and before you can grab it back the woman in front of you chugs it.Â
â We need something stronger babe,â she tells you as she finishes the last of the drink with no shame,â follow me â.Â
You donât say anything when she grabs your hand, leading you to the one room in the cottage that she forbid you to going into, her room.Â
Even before she had shown up back to her place, Bob had told you the room could not be unlocked and the windows were covered to anyone passing by and you felt weird about trying to unlock it yourself. When Rio had shown backup you never even got a peek at the inside of her room either so you were a bit excited to see what it was like.Â
Was it just her room ? What colors did she choose? Is it decorated all nice or a bit of a mess ? Did she have anyone in it before you were ?Â
Wait, you guys are just roommates you canât be thinking about that way about Rio at all.Â
â Close your eyes I canât have you knowing how to open my room door can we princess???â She teases you. God you were not gonna survive this.Â
A couple of seconds later you hear the door click open, Rio grabs your hand to lead you into her room and moves you a bit so you can stand in the middle of it.Â
â Open those pretty eyes for me,â you give yourself a couple of seconds to adjust to the light in the room to see the woman. Of course the wall are in her signature green color, a nice dark green to compliment the rest of the room. Paintings you assumed she made herself in the spare time, a mini fridge with what you assumed is where the alcohol she was talking about and a nice queen sized bed in the middle of the room.
â Yourâre the first person that Iâve had in here since my ex by the way y/n,â she starts off, pointing at the bed for you to sit in,â Your room was a guest room weâd use for our friends and this was our room. âÂ
â What happened to your ex ? â you as casually and Rio makes a face at your question.Â
â Wait fuck I didnât meant to intrude I am so-âÂ
â Baby itâs all good with me,â she assures you,â we broke up after ten years together because she wanted to explore other option in the world or whatever she fucking meant by thatâ. Least you know sheâs single.Â
â Last time I heard about her, she was living in some town with her current girlfriend and their two cats. Which good for her I guess, I mean she was never the committed type when we were together, all I say is good fucking luck to her current gal or whatever,â she mumbles the last part while looking for a specific alcohol bottle for the two of you. The atmosphere room was pleaseant, Rio must have worked a lot on the room to make it as comfy as she could.Â
â You have any exâs you wanna talk about y/n ? We only know the basics things about each otherâ Rio questions after finding the specific bottle of alcohol she was hiding for special occasions. She quickly finds her way onto her bed, placing herself on the right side of where you were sitting, as always leaving no space between the two of you.Â
â How strong is that bottle of alcohol in your hand?â You ask and rio smiles.Â
This was gonna be fun.Â
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â You did not fucking steal Liliaâs jewelry from her cause she accidentally stole some of your food ?â You laugh as she tells the story.Â
â She was being petty with me for a tiny thing I did when we were living together y/n, and all I did was just give her a piece of her medicine is allâ she shrugs then takes a big swig of the bottle infant of you both. It had been three hours since Rio had let you in her room and the both of you were talking about whatever as a way to get to know each other. An hour into this hangout session or whatever you both want to call it, rio had suggested you both cuddle with each other and in your tipsy mind you decided why it.Â
On the inside, Rio appeared to you as quiet, funny and a little bit mysterious if you had to be honest with yourself. What you didnât know was that she had been internally been freaking out since she found you here in the cottage. She felt bad kicking you out but it had been a couple of years since sheâs had anyone here since Agatha. Rio hadnât had anyone in the house since then and even if she did for a one night stand, sheâd use the guest room to do it and not her own bedroom, making up all sorts of excuses as to why she didnât have anyone in her own bedroom when she knew the real reason.Â
She was afraid.Â
Agatha had been her first relationship all those years ago when they met in Salem, built this house together from the ground up, shared so many happy memories together here then decided she wanted to leave Rio because she wanted to do more than just stay in Salem. She was other that woman but her insecurities got the best of her and she hasnât had a meaningful relationship since.Â
â I donât know how that would could fucking leave you when you look so fucking hot,â you blurt out of nowhere which takes Rio out of her thoughts. Well, at least she knows that you feel the same way.Â
â You think Iâm hot ? â Rio asks quietly enough for you to hear.Â
â The mysterious demeanor of yours, the hot ass outfit you had when you got here, and not to mention when I first met you in not to good circumstances you kind of made me blush so muchâ you explain while rubbing her arm. Her mind was going places as you were cuddling up next to her, yapping about how hot she was and then casually rubbing her arm as well.
Both of you were drunk and she wanted to test the waters and see how much she can get out of you, no harming trying to get any information out of you.Â
â How about you come sit on top of me while we talk then princess? â She asks with a bit of a smile.Â
You donât think about it too much, Rio guiding you on her lap so you donât accidentally do anything.Â
â Rio did I ever tell you that you look super nice from this angle , like really nice,â you giggle. Itâs been years since anyone has said anything nice about her and sheâ stumped with how to respond.
â Can say the same thing about you sweet thing ,â the woman under you says in the most cool way, only eliciting a giggle from you and a confused face from her.Â
â Did you forget to flirt Rio? for a witch whoâs been alive longer than I have , you sure donât know how to flirt with someone when the opportunity arises, â you say in a joking manner to the older woman.Â
â I might not know how to flirt but there is something else I can do babe,â she teases.Â
â Oh and whatâs that honey?â You ask in a sweet tone.Â
In an instant, Rio quickly changes positions so that sheâs on top of you, pinning your arms above your head so that you donât do anything with your hands.Â
â You look super pretty under me princess,â she holds your chin in place with one hand while other hand is still pinning you into the mattress, not that youâre complaining or anything.Â
â Just fucking kiss me Vidal,â you beg and you feel the other womanâs lips on yours in an instant. She forgot how good it felt to be in bed with someone she actually had some sort of attraction to. She canât handle the way that you whine into the kiss, wondering what other pretty noises she can get out of you.Â
â God do you know how many times I fucked myself in this bed baby? Weâve barely known each other but yourâre something special baby,â she tells you as she starts to kiss your neck, no shame in leaving marks all over your neck for anyone to see. The sound of your moans and whines while she marks your neck, Rio feeling you grind into her body to set any sort of friction and the feeling of her hands roaming your body make you never want to leave her bed anytime soon.Â
â Take this thing off of your body baby,â she says helping you get up,â I wanna see all of youâ. You chose the right night to not wear a bra because the moment she sees that you had nothing underneath your shirt, Rio is on your tits. Sucking on your left nipple while tasting your other nipple with no mercy.Â
â Be good for your mistress while I suck on these titties babe,â she orders,â then maybe Iâll fuck you with my fingers, or you can grind on my thigh so I can see you fall apart above meâ.Â
â Fingers! Please! Iâll be good for your mistressâ you whine under her touch, you would let Rio let you do anything to you if it meant being pleasured by her .Â
â Good choice baby,â She says happily, her right hands going into your sleep shorts to feel just how wet you were for her.Â
Still got it, she thinks to herself.
â I didnât even do much to you baby and your pussy is soaked,â she smirks and you moan as she continues to tease you. It wonât take long for you to cum with Rio teasing your pussy combined with her dirty talk. Rio wastes no time in taking off your shorts and underwear before she inserts two fingers into your wet pussy, groaning at the way her fingers go in easily.Â
â Maybe next time we do this you can let Mistress eat this pussy,â she says and you let out a long moan,â god just the way your finger are taking me just makes me want to make you cum over and over againâ.Â
It doesnât take long for you to go over the edge with her fingers going at a fast pace, Rio taking in the sight before her. Praising you as she helps you down from your high, no shame in tasting yourself on her fingers, excited for the text time she might actually be able to taste the real thing from the source.Â
âBrain feels floaty Rio ,â you mumble to the other woman as she brings you a bottle of water and a small rag to clean you off. You take the bottle with no arguments as she cleans you up. Rio helps you up a bit to help you into your shirt again, internally giggling as how cute you look at her. Looking at her like she was the only person on earth. She felt happy to be seen like that from someone after years of being alone.Â
â How you doing baby?â She asks and you mumble as she pulls you closer to her body.Â
â Fine,â you yawn ,â sleepyâ.Â
â Okay baby,â she chuckles,â We can talk tomorrow about usâ.Â
â Iâd love that Rio,â you say before you fall asleep in her arms and Rio falls asleep not long after with a big smile on her face.
#lizs writing#liz thoughts đ#rio vidal#rio vidal x reader#rio vidal x you#rio vidal fanfic#rio vidal smut#agatha all along fanfic
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19. Bake
Leaning against the doorframe, Lena watched as Kara furrowed her brows in concentration so intense that it seemed her project might burst into flames. Literally. She was was craned over a cookbook on the counter and mumbling to herself about pearl-sized beads of butter and exactly what size a pearl is.
She never admitted it, but Kara sometimes she struggled with metaphors like that, little things that a human would know that eluded one of the last survivors of a doomed planet. The others, even Alex, thought it was cute or funny but they didnât seem to notice the pain in Karaâs eyes or how lost she looked when she missed something others all knew.
Lena stalked up behind her and leaned over the counter beside her.
âHey,â said Lena.
âHi,â said Kara.
âWhat are you up to?â
âIâm making a pumpkin pie for tomorrow, but the dough doesnât look right.â
Lena looked over Karaâs work and frowned. What she had was most definitely not pie dough. She then glanced at the fridge and saw the list of things Kara was trying to make.
âHmm,â said Lena.
She opened the fridge and freezer and looked over Karaâs pantry and sighed.
This would not do at all.
âWeâre taking a break,â said Lena.
âWe?â
âYes, we.â
In a few minutes she had an Instacart list cobbled together and had placed the order. Kara pouted when her attempted dough went in the bin, but Lena stood firm.
âLet me help you.â
Kara signed. âI want to do it myself.â
Lenaâs heart felt like it was climbing up her throat. Kara was so effortlessly pretty that it was, frankly, unfair. Her glasses were off and her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and Lena was obsessed. She had on a baggy t-shirt that softened her lithe, muscular frame and hung a little off one shoulder. She looked so soft despite the cords of steel hard muscle that flexed beneath her silky skin.
It made Lena a little panicky. Sometimes sheâd think to herself that seeing Kara every time was just like seeing her for the first time, which was exactly like the first time she looked at another girl *like that* as if some pathway had just opened in her brain.
After the grocery order arrived and Lena bumped the driverâs tip to four figures for coming on the day before Thanksgiving, Lena set to work.
âIâve never seen you cook,â said Kara.
âIn the only one in the family who can,â said Lena, as she scrubbed a potato. âLillian thought doing menial tasks was beneath our dignity, and forbade it. Of course I snuck out to spend time with the staff.â
Kara looked at her softly.
âLetâs get that pie in the works while these boil,â she said, slipping the potatoes into the pot.
Kara ended up helping more than anything, as Lena worked her way through the list.
âThis way weâll just have to make the turkey tomorrow,â she explained. âThe rest will all be done and weâll have some time to relax before everyone arrives. Is your mother coming?â
âSheâs staying with Alex this year,â said Kara.
She was looking at Lena as she spoke, her voice a little distant. A shiver passed down Lenaâs spine and she felt her cheeks pink a little, as she glanced away and turned back to grating frozen butter for the pie crust.
Kara sidled closer, seemingly reading the cookbook, but every time Lena looked over, Kara met her gaze and quickly turned away.
âHere you go, darling. Fold it like a letter, turn, fold it like a letter, turn. Do that three times, then back in the fridge for half an hour and we do it again.â
Lena was, in all honesty, doing the real work and giving Kara the simple tasks, like peeling the potatoes (which was easy, because she could not only do so without burning herself, but could also just reach into the boiling water to grab.)
Kara neatly folded the pie crust while Lena mashed the potatoes and pushed them through Karaâs sieve for perfect, Michelin-star restaurant smoothness. Lena was a little daunted by the âgreen bean casseroleâ, not exactly standard Luthor thanksgiving fare, but it was easier as she was watched Kara follow her instructions to knead dough for dinner rolls.
They worked in companionable silence, Lena doing one task while Kara did another, and slowly they built up an array of side dishes and a wonderful smelling pumpkin pie that Lena had to practically tear Kara away from. She almost wished sheâd made a spare pie for Kara to eat right now.
âIâm huuuuuungryâ she pleaded.
Looking over Karaâs now-full fridge, full of delicious Thanksgiving fare ready to be warmed in the oven, she pulled out her phone.
âWeâll get take-away delivered.â
Knowing what she was dealing with, Lena ordered enough Chinese for a small army and ended up picking at spicy beef and broccoli while Kara sat next to her, devouring her own body weight from five different containers.
âHere,â she said, offering Lena a fortune cookie.
Smirking, Lena popped it open and unfurled the little message.
âWhatâs it say?â
A great opportunity lies before you.
Lena laughed. âNothing. Now we have to clean up, you know.â
âI can do that, you just relax.â
Lena sank back into the couch -she was tired- while Kara rolled up her sleeves and did the dishes, moving a little too fast for a human, at least until Lena looked over to watch her, studying the flexing muscles in her forearms as she worked. There was something playing on the tv, but it was vastly less interesting.
Kara smelled pleasantly of soap when she plopped on the couch, rocking Lena towards her. She sank back and sighed, letting her head loll over so she could look at Lena.
âThank you for doing all that work. Iâd have been hopeless without you.â
âIt was my pleasure,â Lena said, softly.
It was getting late, the sun having long set; theyâd toiled in the kitchen past nine oâclock.
It was time for Lena to go home.
Kara looked pensive, pretty eyes downcast.
âYouâre coming back tomorrow, right?â
It was an absurd question, profoundly silly, even. Lena had been to every Danvers family get together for the better part of three years now (there was that one missed year, gaping like a void in her chest, but that was over now, they were better, she wouldnât spend another Thanksgiving drunk on her sofa and sobbing ever again)
Lena wished sheâd opened one of the wine bottles. She needed a little help with her courage. Her voice cracked a little when she managed to say, âItâs getting late. I could just stay.â
Her heart was pounding.
Karaâs hand slid along the back of the couch and she crooked one of Lenaâs curls around her finger, playing idly with it. They sat close, turned into each other, almost touching.
âYou can have the bed,â said Kara. âIâll sleep on the couch.â
Lena felt her throat go dry, and squeezed her hands together to keep them from shaking. She was as nervous as a schoolgirl, and it was weirdly delightful. Kara was watching her cocky confidence and a crooked smile.
âI wouldnât want to put you out,â said Lena. âI trust you to keep your hands to yourself if we share the bed.â
âWhat will you sleep in?â
âWonât you let me borrow something?â
Kara made a little gesture with her head. Lena nodded and headed behind the partition that made up Karaâs âbedroom wallâ and turned to the clothes rack that served as her closet. Hand trembling, she swept each item aside, stopping when she found an old hoodie.
It was threadbare and the drawstrings were missing and it was much too large for her, but it was perfect, a maroon Midvale High sweatshirt. Lena carefully laid it out on the bed and in a single nervous, trembling motion, pulled her top over her head and set it aside.
It was chilly in the apartment, and her skin pricked with goose pimples as soon as the air hit it. She licked her lips nervously and popped the clasps on her bra before discarding it and dumping the sweatshirt on over her bare skin. The hem hung well below her waist.
Feeling her pulse in her throat, she pushed her leggings down and stepped out of them, then padded back out on bare feet, toes curling from the cold floor.
âYou coming?â
Karaâs eyes went comically wide when she saw her, gaze instantly drawn to her pale legs.
âYep.â
Lena retreated to the bedroom⊠then realized that Kara hadnât changed. Lena was standing there awkwardly when Kara strolled around the partition and, in a slightly too hurried motion, pulled her own top off.
She was facing away, her back flexing magnificently as she stretched, now clad only in a soft black sports bra. Lena knew she was staring as Kara pushed her jeans down, revealing a pair of flannel boxer shorts beneath. She turned and looked at Lena.
Oh holy fuck, Lena thought.
âI usually just sleep like this,â Kara said, her voice quivering a little. âIs that okay?â
Lena nodded.
She climbed into the bed, sort of precariously parking on the edge. Kara lifted the covers and slid under, her weight on the mattress making it curve towards her, as though Lena were drawn, by gravity, to her embrace.
She let it take her. She ended up right next to Kara, and the lay turned on their sides towards each other.
Lena wanted to scream. This was a terrible idea.
âHi,â Kara whispered.
âHi, yourself,â said Lena.
God, she was right there, those muscles, the silky golden-tanned skin of her long legs (how did she have a tan in November?!), the supernaturally perfect blonde curls, and those big, pretty blue eyes just drinking her in.
Lena snuggled up under the blankets, shifting closer.
âSo weâre sleeping in the same bed,â said Kara.
âYes, I see we are. Though neither of us appears to be sleeping.â
âTrue,â said Kara, âthough one might say that weâre about to sleep together.â
âOne might,â Lena agreed.
âEnglish is such a funny language. Someone might be confused if I went around saying I sleep with Lena Luthor.â
âSome might be jealous,â said Lena, arching a brow.
âWell of course. They donât know what a little snuggle bunny you are.â
Lena grinned foolishly, trying to hide it behind the baggy sleeve of Karaâs sweatshirt.
âYouâre wearing my clothes, too. Someone might say weâre going steady.â
âArenât we? Neither of us had been on a date with anyone in years.â
Lena wanted to feel bold, she really did, but she was so nervous she could barely breathe.
âAre you okay, baby?â Kara whispered. âYour heart is going really fast.â
Lena nodded. âIâm okay, just, um.â
She felt so silly. Here she was, bold, sassy, uber-confident battle bisexual Lena Luthor utterly tongue tied and helpless and in bed with her best friend.
Kara shifted closer, then closer still. Lena thought she might literally depart from her body when Karaâs legs tangled gently with hers. She stared in astonishment when Kara gently rolled her on her back⊠by climbing on top of her, slipping an arm around her back while the other hand brushed loose locks from her eyes and swept around to cradle the back of her head.
âAre we really doing this?â Lena choked out. âWhat are we doing?â
Karaâs face filled her vision, inches from kissing her. Hot breath ticked her lips.
âI think the real question is why did we wait so long?â
âIf you donât kiss me, Iâm going to die.â
Kara did, dipping down slowly to brush her lips lightly over Lenaâs in the most teasing, potent first kiss sheâd ever had, a kiss to make her forget all her other firsts. Then Kara kissed her harder and Lena could feel the need in her, hunger and passion pent up for years.
She responded with her own, pressing her hips up to meet Kara.
âYou took my favorite hoodie.â
âI did.â
âBe a good girl, and give it back.â
Lena, it turned out, was a very good girl.
When she woke up the next⊠noonish, she was still feeling the afterglow. Kara was passed out and snoring next to her, arm casually thrown over Lenaâs belly. She slipped out from under it and stretched in the sunlight before pulling the hoodie back on. Sheâd have to find something more proper to wear, after a shower and some breakfast. She didnât want to spoil her dinner, but she was hungry. Kara had been⊠exhausting, honestly.
She wanted to do a little dance, right until she walked out into the main area of the loft, bare-assed and hoodie-clad, and found herself face to face with Alex and Eliza Danvers.
âWhat are you doing here?â Lena and Alex both yelped at the same time.
Eliza was beet red, but said, âAh, hello, Lena. You came early?â
(And often)
âI, um, that is, I, weâŠâ
Eliza was bemused now, giving her a motherly smile.
âWhy donât you go change and wake Kara up?â
Alex continued to stare at Lena, the wheels almost audibly spinning in her head.
âOkaygoodidea,â Lena chirped out, awkwardly tugging her sole garment down as she darted back into the bedroom.
A few minutes later, Lena was in the shower while Kara very loudly explained the merits of texting first or just knocking on the door like a normal person, while Alex snapped back that it was technically still her apartment.
When she finally emerged in Karaâs flannel and Karaâs jeans, Alex and Kara were still bickering while Eliza was simply staring at the contents of the fridge. Lena walked over awkwardly (for multiple reasons) and rubbed at her arms.
âI helped Kara get all the other dishes ready. We only have to worry about the turkey.â
Eliza looked up and smirked at her.
âMay I just say⊠itâs about time, sweetheart.â
#supercorp#supergirl fanfiction#supergirl#supercorp fanfic#lena luthor#kara danvers#kara x lena#karlena#supergirl fanfic#ficlet#domesticity#cooking corp#bold Kara#Kara has BDE#cute bottomy Lena Luthor#Bold toppy Kara Danvers#they are switches your honor#Kara is a Kryptonian sex god#domesticorp#wifecorp#Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor in cutesy domestic bliss#Lena is a hoodie thief#Lena Luthor is a good girl#here comes the praise kink#lena x kara#Alex is so done#Alex really needs to learn to knock#Kara canât hang a sock on the door itâs her apartment#Eliza ships them
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Passenger princess
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Secret girlfriend!reader
Warnings: none
Summary: Y/n releases her new song and the guy in the music video shocks everyone.
Inspired by the song Passenger Princess by Nessa Barrett.
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@Yourusername Passenger Princess next weeeek đđïž
@lewishamilton canât wait to listen
@yourusername I think youâll like it
@dualipa yesss queen
@user91 Iâm so exited to see the music video
@landonorris nice hair
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The release of the *Passenger Princess* music video was about to happen, and I felt the nerves as if it were my first project. It wasnât just the fact that it was a new song, but the fact that my boyfriend would be in the video, and people, besides not knowing we're together, would freak out once they saw the video and realized it was him.
I still remember when I suggested the idea of him participating.
âYouâve got to be kidding me, Y/n,â he said, laughing, as we sat on my couch. Charles always seemed to find a way to make any moment fun, even when I was being completely serious.
âIâm serious! Youâd be perfect for the role,â I replied, crossing my arms, pretending to be impatient. âThe song is about a girl who loves being the passenger in her boyfriendâs car. Who better for that than my boyfriend, who happens to be one of the best Formula 1 drivers in the world?â
âI know, but that doesnât mean it literally has to be your boyfriend,â he said, still laughing.
âFine, but donât complain after seeing me kiss and sit on some other guyâs lap in a skirt.â I said indifferently, and he immediately pulled me into his lap, kissing my face all over, making me laugh.
âOkay, Iâll do it.â He sighed, still smiling. âNo oneâs kissing your lips but me.â
âI knew youâd agree,â I said, and he kissed my face several more times.
âYou know this is going to cause a storm, right?â
I knew. I knew the internet would go wild when they saw Charles as the lead in my video. But what they didnât know was that Charles and I had been together for two years, and so far, no one had figured it out.
âI know, but just because youâre in the video doesnât actually mean youâre my boyfriend. Itâs just a role.â
âAlright then.â
Now, two months after we shot the video, the moment of the premiere had arrived.
The song was released last night, and people were already freaking out. Today, we were at the Monza paddock, where Iâd be spending the weekend with Charles.
He was nervous, even though he wouldnât admit it.
âDo you think theyâll notice we werenât acting?â he asked quietly, as we sat in one of the areas reserved for the drivers, watching the preparations for the race.
I smiled.
âTheyâll probably suspect and ship us because of the video, but if we donât give any signs that weâre actually dating, they wonât be sure, love.â
Deep down, I knew the fans would go crazy. The song was already a hit, and the fact that Charles was the male lead in the video would only increase their curiosity. But our relationship had always been just ours. No speculations, no gossip.
The video was finally released, and as we stood in the Ferrari garage, surrounded by engineers, mechanics, and, of course, other drivers, I smiled as I heard my voice and looked up at a large screen where the video started playing.
I couldnât help but smile. It was exactly how we had imagined it. Charles, next to me, shook his head with a small, restrained smile. His eyes met mine, and I could see how much he was enjoying everyoneâs reaction.
The video showed scenes of the two of us, him driving a Ferrari while I sang, having fun beside him. The scenes of us exchanging knowing looks were filled with a naturalness that few could fake. Because, of course, we werenât faking.
âYouâve got to be kidding me, right?â Lando appeared in front of us. âHow did you get Charles to do this?â
âI just thought heâd be perfect for the role and, with a lot of effort, I convinced him,â I replied, trying to keep my tone casual.
âUh-huh, sure...â Lando muttered, glancing back and forth between Charles and me. Before he could say anything else, Pierre Gasly appeared with a mischievous smile on his face.
âHey, Charles, since when are you an actor?â Pierre teased, giving Charles a light punch on the shoulder.
âSince Y/n convinced me to do it,â he answered, still maintaining his calm tone. But I knew how much he was enjoying this whole situation.
The confusion only grew as the day went on. The video was an instant hit, and soon, comments on social media started pouring in.
#YnCharles was trending, and theories about a possible romance between us wouldnât stop appearing. The paddock was in constant buzz, full of journalists and fans speculating whether something was going on between me and Charles.
Charles and I exchanged discreet glances and smiles while keeping our secret. We had gone through this before, watching people try to guess what was happening between us. But we had always kept everything private, just for the two of us.
By the end of the day, as the sun set over Monza, Charles and I found a moment of privacy in the Ferrari motorhome. He pulled me into a hug, kissing the top of my head.
âSo, do you think theyâll figure it out now?â he whispered.
âI think itâs just a matter of time before someone connects the dots.â
Charles looked at me for a moment, his green eyes shining with that soft expression he always had when it was just the two of us.
âI donât care if they find out anymore, Y/n. Iâm tired of hiding. I just want people to know youâre mine.â
My heart skipped a beat hearing that. We had always been so careful, so reserved. But I knew Charles was right. We couldnât keep hiding forever.
âMaybe itâs the right time,â I said, holding his face in my hands. âBut until then, letâs let them have fun with their theories.â
Charles smiled, pulling me closer. âTwo years together, and still no one suspects.â
âWeâre good at this,â I joked, kissing him lightly.
As we embraced there, away from the curious eyes of the paddock, I knew that when the secret finally came out, weâd be ready.
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Sounds like a plan
pairing: Lando Norris x reader
note: Lando loves you. Now that it seems like he has a fantastic year, there's only one thing that can make it even better.
You were minding your own business as you sat on the couch with your laptop resting on your thighs, going through the script of the first episode of the second season. It was based on the book series you had written, your baby, so you only gave them permission to make the series if you had a say in how they adapted the story. So far there had been no arguments; you all sat down to make the outline of the season, discussing certain details, then the script writers got to work. Then the revision was up to you, the chance to give them your feedback and make changes if you felt like something just wasnât right.
But this time you could barely focus because in the last ten minutes you could feel your boyfriendâs eyes on you. Itâs not that he was busy scrolling his phone or watching the TV while looking up at you every now and then. No. He was staring at you without a break. âLando, what is it? Why are you staring at me like that?â you asked when you had enough.
He looked taken aback. âI canât look at my girlfriend?â You shot him a serious look which made him yield. âOkay, okay, I was just admiring the view⊠and thinking about something,â he added mysteriously.
âWhat would that be?â you wondered as you closed the lid of your laptop.
For long seconds he was watching you without an explanation, the only sound leaving his lips being a thoughtful hum. But then he took the laptop from you to place it safely on the coffee table, then patted his lap to make you sit there, straddling him the way he always loved to have you. With a small laugh, you crawled over to him and took your place, sneaking your arms around his neck before placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Landoâs hands were resting on your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh as he held onto you.
Instead of spitting out what heâd been thinking about, he captured your lips in a kiss, smiling to himself when you returned it with the kind of passion heâd been missing so much while he was away. Spending so much time apart, either because he had a race weekend, or because you had to be in L.A. to work on the scripts, surely made him feel lonely sometimes. Yes, you did have video calls, you did send messages together all the time, but having you like this was always entirely different.
Now, he didnât want you to drop the script supervision project, he knew that was important to you. But it would be nice if you could come to more races, maybe working remotely like you did now. And who knew, maybe he could go with you when you had to show up in the States. He just wanted to spend more time with you, and this need was growing with every single day that passed. So, as he thought about what to do or say, he came to the logical conclusion that maybe it was time to make you see just how serious he was about this relationship.
âI need to ask you something,â he began as he pulled away, one of his hands moving to cup your face. Even though you let out a questioning hum as if you were interested in what he wanted to say, you were still trying your damn best to lean closer and kiss him again. He could see the lust in your eyes, but as flattering as it was, he had something important to tell you. âBabe, pay attention to me, okay? Just a few minutes, I swear, then Iâm all yours.â
With a defeated sigh, you nodded and rested your forehead against his. âIâm all ears,â you said quietly.
Lando took a deep breath, trying to put his thoughts in order. âI love you. I could give you an hour-long speech about how much, but I hope you already know that. This year has been so amazing, you moved in, our car began to work, and I won races and had several podium finishes, and⊠I donât know, even if I donât win the championship, thereâs one thing that could surely make this year almost perfect,â he said. He couldnât help but smile when your eyes widened, giving away that you could sense where he was going with this. âEnding the year with the thought that you will marry me would be the cherry on top. What do you say?â
At first, you were just watching him in silence, your beautiful eyes still wide open, lips slightly parted from the surprise. He was beginning to worry, but then your lips curled into a smile, and you pressed your lips to his, kissing him so fiercely like your life depended on it. Though Lando truly enjoyed it, he knew this gesture wasnât enough to make him loosen up, so he pulled away and gently grabbed your chin to make you focus on what he had to say.
âUse words, baby, I need to hear you say it,â he told you, his voice desperate from the need for the confirmation.
âThis sounds like a plan. Letâs just elope and get married in peace, somewhere away from the crowds,â you told him.
Lando took a second to think about it. âI want a big wedding. I want to show you off, I want our friends to celebrate with us. But,â he added the second he noticed you were about to object, âI hear you, I know youâre right, so letâs elope first, and then we can start to organize a big wedding where we celebrate with our families and friends. How does that sound?â
âPerfect. I love you.â
âI love you, future Mrs. Norris,â he replied with a short laugh before kissing you again.
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KILLER ă»ăăMOZE NSFW
"All you are to me is a bleak obsession I am the mark intent on burning the street How many times can I ask you? How many days can I go without you?" HÇoshĂŹ chĂ©ng shuÄng. ć„œäșæć. Good things come in pairs, even if the pair in question is a homicidal crow and a brokenhearted cryptologist. art by @ ma_mori74 on x!!! moze can we honestly e date? youâre so beautiful. You always make me laugh, you always make me smile. You literally make me want to become a better person I really enjoy every moment we spend together. My time has no value unless its spent with you. I tell everyone of my irls how awesome you are. Thank you for being you. (joke) (not really) this was kinda rushed so :3 errr consider this like part 3 of tales of a disgruntled corvid pairing: moze + male reader warnings: nsfw, male reader, mentions of blood/death/violence, alcohol consumption, jealousy wc: 4.5k Â
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MASTERLIST ă»ăă»NAVIGATION
HÇoshĂŹ chĂ©ng shuÄng. ć„œäșæć. Good things come in pairs.Â
Fortune. It is a humorous concept for Moze: tasting of a fleeting childhood dream and the dregs of hope. Fortune, as some know it, comes in all forms. From gilt wealth and corruption, to finding a strale dropped on the street and getting to bed on timeâeveryone, it seems, tastes good fortune somewhere along their paltry lives.Â
Mozeâs good luck surmounts to meagre things: not getting blood beneath his nails after a mission; evading the prying eyes of the Yaoqing as he slinks into the shadows; working by himself; and most of all, not running into you. Good luck equals a tidy house and leftovers in his fridge. Good luck equals not needing to stock up on the tools of his trade and knives that donât need sharpening. Good luck equals a fresh steamed bun and a slow day perched on the roof of a building.Â
The point must be made. Moze does not experience auspicious encounters often.Â
Conversely, those afflicted by confirmation bias might say misfortune comes in threes. Misfortune, for Moze, is significantly easier to quantifyâbut to stratify it into threes grossly underestimates the cesspit of chance heâs been allotted.Â
One: being outside currently at Jiaoqiuâs food stall while rain drizzles down on him. It could be argued itâs only by his own volition that heâs slurping on steaming chilli-infused noodles as petrichor stains the air, yet that stupid fox decided this was the way to go in terms of conveying intelligence from Feixiao. This was the hell crafted by Jiaoqiuâs hands seeped green with pungent herbs.Â
Two: getting his apartment lease renewal rejected a week ago over a development project at his block. Though he had been planning on starting afreshânever one to stay in the same area for too long, just like the rest of the Shadow Guardsâhe quite liked the nondescript studio. Itâs a tidy place: plain and unassuming. What a pity. Heâs read the message from his landlord over and over: growing a tad bit more incensed each time.Â
Three: the sudden absence of suitable apartments in the districts that he sticks to. None of the flats he browsed were innocuous enough, and the ones that were perfect for his schedule and profession were in dismal condition.Â
Four: you purchasing a flat a month ago which perfectly fulfilled his conditions. Two-bedroom, in the lower districts of the Yaoqing, with reclusive neighbours and a walking distance of the Seat of Divine Foresight. Had he gotten the notice for his lease rejection earlier, it mightâve been him there.Â
Five: upon asking about his dilemma, Feixiaoâs eyes gleaming bright. This was the indicator for certain disasterâan omen as ill as he ever saw. And unfortunately, her gaze next fell on the scripts you were working on, before flickering back up to you. Shit. That was the only thought running through his mind, before she pitched her idea to have him simply move in with you. Say no, he pleaded mentally, but alasâ
âSure,â you mutter, red ink spilling from your pen onto the parchment. Bold characters sign the form off and the letter is folded neatly onto a cycrane absent-mindedly; before you finally look up at the assassin who flinches as your eyes land on his. âSâlong as he pays rent.â
Six: you agreeing to this stupid deal. Why? Why? It canât possibly be the deep veneration for the Arbiter General. Surely your adoration of her cannot be deep enough to let this guy room in your houseâan assassin, at that. You arenât a follower of Qlipoth, but where the hell is your sense of preservation?
Seven: him not actually finding any fault in the building. Not in the surroundings, nor the modest room across from yours, nor the lazy grin on your face as you showed him around the apartmentâstill expecting him to vehemently shake his head.Â
He signed the damned contract, and that was that.
âWhatâs got you sighing?â Jiaoqiu eyes him from where heâs pulling noodles: sleeves rolled back to avoid dusting the salmon hues with flour. Fragrant red wafts from the pot on the stove, and heâs suddenly reminded of the crimson shirt you wore just this morningârippling around the taut lines of sinew and muscle as you worked diligently on decrypting ancient alchemical texts. âI thought you found yourself a place to stay, so why the long face?â
Moze keeps his silence. Well, tries toâbut itâs not like a singular word will make him any less laconic. Tapping his chopsticks against the rim of the blue-toned porcelain, he evades the question and focuses right on the middle of Jiaoqiuâs sentence. âSomehow.âÂ
âRight! Your dearest partnerââ Jiaoqiu drags the word out, characters stretched tight until they wind right against Mozeâs eardrums. He glares: visibly annoyed, yet this only makes the man in his peripherals close his own eyes in satisfaction. ââtook pity on you, didnât he?â
âMaybe.â The assassin slams down the rest of the piquant broth: lips dripping with sanguine. His response is a question in itselfâbecause why the hell did you agree to Feixiaoâs request?
âCurious?â Of course heâs curious.Â
âItâs not much of a surprise, really,â the foxian sighs, twisting the strands into a neat circle and letting it drop into the boiling water. âPoor thingâs probably still in shock from his breakup. I think he wouldâve agreed to pretty much anything coming out of Feixiaoâs mouth at that point.â
The man can only stare incredulously. Every part of that sentence is laden with a bombshell.Â
âWow, I thought you wouldâve known. Guess whatâs said at Qiuâerâs stays there too.â Jiaoqiuâs golden eyes gleam slightly at the mention of the downtown bar. No, Moze didnât know. No, Moze isnât currently outright staring at the man no longer in his peripherals. No, Moze cannot hear his chopsticks creaking beneath his grasp. âWoah, donât break those.â
The fox eyes the crow warily. âSeriously. Cool it.â
Eight: youâre still not over your boyfriend cheating on you. In the drizzle beneath the canopy, this is how your new roommate diligently listens to how his work partner and resident cryptologist really canât catch a break from bad men.Â
âThat includes you, you know,â Jiaoqiu squints at an unusually contemplative Moze. Flickering amber lights and the buzz of cicadas makes the assassin seem even more shady than usual. âYou donât have a chance, so donât even try.â
âThe hell are you talking about?â For someone like Moze, his piece of good fortune is that his voice remains steady in almost any sort of situation. This means that anyone hearing this man speak right now would naturally presume heâs affronted at Jiaoqiuâs response out of its complete implausibility. But on the flip side, those whoâve known Moze longer have learnt to watch for other irritated tells of his rather than a wavering voice. The subconscious flex of long fingers. Minute shifts in the elbows propped up on the bar. Biting the inside of his lip, just enough that itâs unnoticeable. But these arenât things the assassin really takes stock of.Â
For a brief moment, Jiaoqiuâs friendly smile drops and he peers at the man askance. Is he brain dead? â...Okay.â
And that is how the tall manâhunched over in the downpour to not let his noodles get too coldâfirst learns of matters of a more personal note of yours. In the rare grey skies that cast over the Yaoqing, itâs a chance to digest this information heâs learnt.Â
But he doesnât care.Â
He doesnât.Â
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A painful month passes for Moze.Â
Thereâs nothing else to describe itâpsychological torment is the only fitting description of your behaviour. Outwardly, nothing changes. He still hates you, and you still hate himâtwo arguing peas in a pod with a mutual dislike being the only thing in common between the two of you. Outwardly, behaviour-wise, nothing changes. Outwardly, appearance-wise, something does.Â
He first notices it about three weeks after that waterlogged conversation with Jiaoqiu. Thereâs a faint aroma of sweet-smelling smoke on youâa long cigarette holder between your fingers as you read a thick book on the couch. Heâs never seen the thing before in all your months together. Sure, the Yaoqing tobacco scent fades quickly away to not linger in the case of a borisinâs especially sharp sensesâbut heâs never seen that sort of heavy-lidded expression on you before. When you glance at him, itâs usually irritatedlyânot like this, where your glance is hazy and your lips are parted to blow plumes from your mouth.Â
Shit. He doesnât quite know why his heart speeds up.Â
The second thing he notices is that every week or so, thereâs a clinging perfume to your body: never your usual clean scent, one that clearly belongs to a different person. This is the same time he starts noticing you slipping on shirts with longer necks on missionsâa darker imprint just about peeking above the material.Â
Heâs not an idiot. He can put two and two together.Â
The third instance of misfortune is your habit of wandering around after a shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around your waist conservatively. Sure, the area from your hips to your knees is coveredâbut what about the rest? He finds himself growing more irritable during work hours. Marks not caused by injuries still bruise your skin; as you turn your back in the kitchen to make yourself a mug of tea, his eyes rove the dips and valleys of your back. Categorising each wound. Systematically detailing each little infringement on your skin.Â
He doesnât particularly know why. Maybe his obsession with tidiness crosses over to people too.Â
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It happens like this. Occasionally, a man as ill-fortuned as Moze receives gets a break.Â
Thereâs a tumbler of whiskey on the low coffee table in the living room. Polished chestnutâif you had to describe itâwith the light shining through the amber liquid just so, until it reflects onto the varnished surface. A cube of ice sits dainty in the middle, clinking as you tip the glass this way and that.Â
âDonât spill it,â the assassin murmurs. From behind the couch, breath ghosting just past your ear. You donât shriek (perhaps he hoped you would)âyou donât even glance his way.Â
âI feel like that was a redundant warning,â you remark brusquely, taking a swill of the liquor. Itâs sweeter than it wouldâve been normally: courtesy of the saccharine pipe nestled betwixt your fingers and the smoke still lingering in your mouth. âWere you hoping Iâd jump?â
âYes.â Short. To the point. Laconic. Thatâs how those outside this home would describe the man currently leaning down, hands splayed on the backrest of the couch. âWeâve got a mission tomorrow, and you still havenât done the dishes.â
âItâs your turn,â he adds, because he likes seeing how this manâs expression wrinkles in exasperation, likes that stupid cant of your headâfor it means Moze has won this little encounter. Itâs all because he strongly dislikes his roommate, no other reason.Â
âYou suck.â Syrupy plumes ghost his face as you exhale into his face aboveâhe doesnât move back, even as the traces of burnt caramel become far more prominent, even as it feels like youâre blowing him a kiss more than anything.
âAnd you need to clean and go to sleep before youâre late,â he grits out, more annoyed than he was a moment ago. Heâd say it was due to your lack of responsibility, but this angle allows the loose robe to expose your bitten collarboneâlike some stupid fucking trophy. âLike you always are.â
âIâm never late, A-ze,â you enunciate each word in such a way that makes it clear youâre not drunkâso clearly the nickname is just to piss him off. A last-ditch middle finger; a threat that hasnât worked for some time, one that makes his stomach churn uncomfortably but not enough to admit defeat. âYouâre just up stupid early.â
He goes silent, in the way he does when youâre right. Instead of saying anything, he instead plucks the glass from your hand: downing the smooth alcohol from where you drank it, enjoying how for once your mouth closes just like his. The pipe in your hand tilts this way and that as you take a drag thoughtfullyârecovering far too quickly for his liking.Â
âA-ze.â Like this, with wisps exiting your mouth and silk draped over you, you look good enough to eat. He freezes at the implication of his thoughts, freezes at the sound of the name blanketed in some gruesome replica of affection. He hates it; hates how his heart squeezes and a faint flush of red dusts his cheekbones. Aeons.Â
It is common knowledge to not toss a starving dog a bone before it hungers for more.Â
âWhat, you donât hate it anymore? Here I was, hoping youâd turn tail and leave,â you sigh, theatrically despondentâmuch like you normally are. Too damn dramatic for your own good.Â
So desperate, drinking your sorrows away as if thatâll possibly work. He scoffs, striding the short distance over so he can tower over from the front.Â
âMaybe you just like calling me that,â he breathes. Thereâs a smile playing on his lips: the rare one he gets when he knows heâs got a point, knows when heâs right. Itâs unconsciousâheâs far too oblivious to notice it only occurs around you.Â
âI do,â you murmur. âBet it warms your heart though. No one likes you enough to call you that.â
âSo you like me?â Thereâs an odd buzz in his veins tonight. As the orange lights from the street blink into existence, and the room is no longer illuminated by âdayâ, heâs glad for the darkness that conceals the heat in his face. Your clothing rustles as you standâpractically nose to nose with the man in front of you.
âDonât get ahead of yourself, Xiaoze,â you mutter, and the heated breath from your lips fans over his sensitive skinâmingling with the tobacco wisps and alcohol vapour. He swallows. âItâs pity.â
âPity?â he sneers. âLike how you sleep around to get over your boyfriend? Thatâs not pitiful?â
âLike I saidââ your tone becomes frigid as you shift closer: until his chest brushes up against yours, until he can count every lash that glows amber in the incandescent street lamps, until he can practically taste the rolling fury off your tongue. Warm. Scalding heat ebbs from your body and flows right into his own. ââdonât get ahead of yourself, Xiaoze.â
His breath comes in ragged waves. So close. When he stands so near to a human, it typically means heâs feeling life flow from them. Not like this; but he cannot bring himself to get away.Â
Heâs never been more thankful for his unwavering voice.Â
âDonât give bones to starving dogs,â he murmurs, mellifluous rather than jarringly annoying. âTheyâll bite.â
Smoke wafts into his face as you survey his expression: flushed, brows knitted taut, lips still slick with liquor.Â
âSo youâre a dog, now?â Your fingers graze his chin, canting his head this way and that as he makes no moves to evade your grasp: heart beating miserably in his chest. Thereâs a strange sort of hunger in your gaze.Â
Heâs never seen it before.Â
âNo, it was proverbialââ Like itâs the most obvious thing in the world. ââyou know?â
âJust as desperate as one,â you mutter. Trailing your finger down until they graze his collarbones, itâs no wonder he flinchesâand you stare at him, unimpressed. âIf I tell people about this, your reputation would immediately disintegrate. How many years have you cultivated that stupid mysterious image?â
âHahâwho would believe you?â Itâs true, not many people wouldâbut alas, the important ones have already witnessed this man looking at you.Â
âJiaoqiu, but I guess he already knows what a loser you are.â And you miss how when he lowers his head, he looks like a completely different personâflushed visage mired in shadow, like the assassin he truly is. Heâs staring right at you, unblinking as he watches the cruel movement of your lips.Â
âDonât talk about him right now.â
And so, you donât.Â
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This is the prelude leading up to this particularly humiliating scene.Â
Humiliating, because propping himself up on his elbows on your bed isnât a position he thought heâd ever find himself in. Humiliating, because he never gets drunk, so why the hell is his head spinning? Humiliating, because for once the mellow deep of his voice is pitched a note higherâlarynx taut with suppressed groans. Unsteady, in a way his voice has never been.Â
You taste like the pipe still tipping in your fingers: candy-sweet and saccharic. But thereâs also the heavy aroma of liquor on your breath, mingling bittersweet with the plumes of smoke wafting from your fingers. Beneath that, blood from a scrape on your lipâacrid and metallic. That is what he knows, so your lips moving gently against his feels so utterly foreign: and not just in the way they taste.Â
When you pull back for air, his eyes are blown wide in surprise; his mouth has only ever been used to bite, after all. You seem to instinctively know this as you take a long drag from the stick, blowing the curls of vapour into his mouth when you pull back in: to induce a slight tingle into him presumably (but Lan knows he doesnât need aid to feel that buzz).Â
Languorous. Thatâs how heâd describe itâfor it seems you only ever work lazily. Thereâs no hurry as you lick past the seam of his lips. Thereâs no hurry as both your scalding mouth and your arid fingertips trail downwards, past the vales of his tense abdomen. Thereâs no hurryâbut Aeons he wishes there was, for your hand slipping under his shirt and against his stiffened nipples are much too damn slow.Â
âDo youâdo you even know what youâre doing?â he mocks, like he isnât currently jolting as you roll the pink flesh between searing fingers. You raise a brow: lucid against the otherwise irritated thoughts.Â
âDo I?â you copy his broken whine, gripping the fat of his tits coarsely while the rise and fall of his chest becomes ever so slightly more shallow. If only he could see himself right now: jarred at every turn, pupils blown out, and the residual sheen on his lips. Every damn hue of purple littering his neck and collarbone. And if only you could see better in this darknessâspot that obsessive fervour in his gaze, one neither of you are quite aware of.Â
âDo you have any experiences to compare it to?â you counter, twisting your hand while he glares at you heatedly. Nothing. Quiet as a corpse when you make an irrefutable point.Â
No, thatâs right, you grin sardonically as you slip the long cigarette back into its place on your nightstand. Syrup drips from your mouth as you twine your free hand in his hair, tugging until he groans into your lips with his own in that mellifluous cadence.Â
Youâre harsh as winter.Â
No, cruel.
Cruel, as you trail your hand from his chest to his waistbandâpalming him roughly through his pants. Cruel, as you pinion his hips against your bed to prevent them from bucking into your handâfingers digging desperately against your sheets as you grind against him. Cruel, as you swallow each whine with your warm mouth: so sweet, so gentle even as you wrench your hand into sinew, flesh and everything beyond. He can taste the arid heartbeat through your mouth, and heâs sure you can feel his ownâpulsing hotly as he yields his worries to you, just for a moment.Â
Or two.Â
Heâs inexperienced, but even he knows what the tension in his abdomen signifies. The distinct tremors in his legs, the pain as he digs his nails into your thigh, the tightness coiling his body into rigidity. Puppet-like beneath your machinations: manipulated this way and that way with strings unseen.Â
Fucking his hand has never felt like this.Â
As he writhes, he greedily swallows you whole. Taking everything, including your bloodied lips, including the faint caramel tracing your tongue, including the strangled gasp as he grasps your nape with burning urgency. Aeons. Heâs breathless; judged human lust far too soon. Against your brutal palm, the fabric of his trousers is slick with his releaseâwet patch a testament to his sin.Â
Yet still you rock against him as he rides out the mind-numbing pleasure: limbs infinitely heavier from the tension suddenly all releasing.Â
But he forgets how cruel you are.Â
One final sweet kiss laterânails raking past his scalp and the other hand warmly pressed against his cheekâand you pull away with a lazy smile.Â
âGo to sleep.â The directive jolts him awake, like a bucket of ice-cold water breaking apart a dream. Dissolved like candy, like the damn fluid in Penacony connecting the conscious and unconscious. âWeâve got a mission tomorrow, remember?â
Like the cat that got the cream, you smile Cheshire-bright. A fucking riddle on your lips. âAnd I still have to do the dishes, remember?â
Heâs left stupefied: numb lips, a reeling head, and an impercipient body. Once more, the shower he douses himself in is frigidâbut nothing could be as cold as what just occurred.Â
What the hell?Â
He presses his palm to the lower half of his face in shock.Â
What the hell?
Seriously, thereâs something wrong with you. And as he glances down, he realises with utmost horror that his problem has not yet died down yet.Â
What the hell?
Important things must be said thrice. Duplicitous in nature, Mozeâs fate both turns for the worse and better simultaneously.Â
The bone has been tossed. What will the starving dog do?
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All actions have consequences.Â
That is a proverb universally recognised by all walks of life: trodden on by kings, revered by alchemists, and vowed by the weak. You reap what you sow. What goes around comes around. Equivalent exchange.Â
The natural outcome from that night is mutual silence. You donât speak of that evening, and neither does heâface flush with implication, yet unwilling to actually divulge his thoughts on the matter. Sure, he finds himself with his hand attempting to recreate your rough friction (teeth clenched around his shirt as he paws at his lean chest)âbut it never quite works, and all of his colleagues are privy to his especially curt mood.Â
Joint missions with you are now a thing painful. Tense.Â
The strings that bind him to you are taut with the feeling. Constricting, tightening, until he can sense their imminent breakage.Â
This leads this unusual pair to this scenario. You, fresh out a shower and post the nth mission of this month. Itâs only been three weeks since that night, and watching you meander about the kitchen with only a towel slung low on your hips is giving him heart palpitations. Steam curls from your body; each time you shift, heâs excruciatingly aware of how it appears just like that smoke from that night.Â
âA-ze. What do you want?âÂ
Thatâs the golden questionâwhat snaps him out of the tranceâand makes him realise heâs practically pressed up against you from the back. No, scratch practically. His arms are on either side of the counter, pinning you in position as you continue stirring the fragrant drink. Feeling that damned sear of your skin is driving him into the throes of madness.Â
He wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and not heeding the rivulets that seep into his clothes. So warm, he wants to murmurâbut talking is for those who want to speak, and he does not want to. Not in this moment, where heâs appreciating the soap you used, the lotion spread onto damp skin, the inherent smell of you.Â
His teeth graze the vulnerable juncture. You turn, and he can see your eyes waver, feel the rapid thrum of your pulse as you become aware of just how desperate he is. âA-ze.â And your hands roam his waist, tracing the taut muscles betraying his anticipation.Â
His lips are heated as he leans into you: a snarling mess. Trembling fingers trace the expanse of your soft body, like youâll ghost away just like the wisps you smoke.Â
âNeed you.â Itâs not a pleaâthe rough deep of his voice makes him sound demanding, as arrogant as ever. âHavenât I behaved?â
Heâs so damn desperate as he grasps your body: bruising and fatal. Heâs desperate as he kisses you heatedly, desperate while your hands brush past the feverish skin of his stomach, desperate as you push him against the couchâtoo hasty for the bedroom. Now, he chokes out. Now, now, now. Please.Â
Pliant beneath your hands, itâs not exactly the longest time until heâs gasping beneath you. So tight, you may have commented: drunk on the sensation of him fluttering around your probing fingers. Aeons.Â
Heâs so malleable: arching into you as soon as you line yourself up. It almost makes you feel bad for him: feeling him flinch whenever you brushed past him, watching his face bloom scarlet as he saw the marks on his neck in the hallway mirror. Almost.
Itâs because heâs so cute like this: drooling amidst all the broken noises as you slam into him. Youâve never quite seen him this dishevelled, not even during that night. Hungrily, heâs sucking you right inâpaying no heed to suppressing the almost-pained moans dribbling past his open lips.Â
What a mess.Â
Physically, it can only be described as such. White globs decorate his flushed skin messily: pearlescent in the dim lights of the living room. He canât even begin to count how many times his weeping tip has stiffened, not when youâre so damn insistent that he forgets how to speak properly. Itâs not like youâre any better; each time you look down thereâs that frothy ring that strings you two together.Â
Emotionally, itâs also quite the mayhem. You donât particularly know where to look when his eyes have that gleam in themâa sort of fervour that one rarely ever sees. Even nowâpupils hazed with lust and eyelids lowered heavilyâheâs staring right up at you, content as can be whilst you drill mercilessly into him.Â
Fuck.Â
âCome on, youâahâcan do better than that,â he taunts. As though he doesnât look completely fucked-out, as though there arenât tears leaking from his foggy eyes. Youâre not sure where he gets his audaciousness from.Â
Heâs beautiful.Â
âThis is why no one likes you,â you hiss, sharply tugging his hair back to hear his surprised whines. Supplicantly, he does exactly what you expect. Loser. Aeons, he sucks.Â
âYeah?â he grins. âWhat does that say about you?â
âThat Iâm a no one from the Intelligenstia Guild,â you answer against his neck, feeling his throat constrict as he swallows. Though itâs only minutely, his nails dig somewhat deeper into the flesh of your backâmarking you up just as much as youâve marked him. An acknowledgement of your words.Â
Well.Â
You suppose youâve always been drawn to the pathetic ones.Â
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