#sorry i don’t have much for the last one but i tried

[kissforyouu]

i love you — a compilation !

warnings : suggestive content + explicit language + mention of substances

authors note : i had so much fun writing the Roblox part lmfao (from personal experience unfortunately😅😅) I hope y’all enjoy the rest of the fic :)) HAPPY V DAY MY LOVES!!!! ❤️❤️

｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ giving him a note saying “don’t smile if you want toe curling sucky sucky tonight”

You excitedly giggle over the folded piece of paper held in between your fingers, thinking to yourself of what your boyfriends reaction would be.

You saw people on TikTok do this trend, and here you thought, yeah why not try this on Jungkook. You were gonna give him sucky sucky anyways^^

“Get back in bed…”, Jungkook groans from his room, patting your side of his bed. Your back is turned to him and bent over as you write the little text on the paper. “Nevermind, stay there bent over and you’re getting instant backshots, okay?” He laughs.

You snort, turning around now. You don’t say anything, stay fully silent, but walk towards him.

“Mmf, finally.” Your boyfriend sighs in pleasure from just having you close to him. He blinks rapidly, breathing heavily. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t geeking a little right now, having already smoked some weed earlier. So he was a little a high, perfect setting for the little bomb you’re gonna drop on him.

You don’t speak, but hand over the neatly folded piece of paper to him. Jungkook looks at you confused, eyebrow raising a little. He adjusts himself on the bed, sitting up to read it. You try holding in your laugh.

Jungkook, high, tries to read the text on the paper. He giggles, reading out loud, “If…you want…toe curling?” He looks at you with a smirk “—sucky sucky? …tonight, don’t…smile…”

He smiles, what I had written not registering in his head yet. He takes a few seconds to process it, and suddenly, his big giddy smile drops. Jungkook’s entire body turns stiff and he straightens himself. He clearly his throat, eyes landing somewhere else in the room.

He sucks in his cheeks, attempting to make a serious face.

“My love, you look like handsome squidward when you do that”, you giggle, holding his face by both of your hands.

Jungkook cracks out a laugh, immediately breaking his composure. It wasn’t even that funny, but he’d always find everything funny when he’s high. He giggles his way through, crumbling the piece of paper in his hand.

“Be for real, that was not funny”, you laugh at the geeked out man in front of you. “You lost the game though. You’re laughing.”

Suddenly, Jungkook stiffens his posture and clears his voice. He’s back to acting serious again, which made you slap his face jokingly.

“You’ve lost already!” But he shakes his head in deny. “Nuh uh.”

“Yuh uh.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yuh uh.”

“Nuh U”— you shut him up with a kiss.

“I’ll still give you sucky sucky because you’re my good boy, okay?” You palm his hard on through his boxers.

“Hey, I’m the dominant here!”

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ JK getting mad at his girlfriend whenever she buys things with her own money.

“I missed your cute ass room.” He said with a beaming smile on his face.

“You were here last week, idiot.” You slap the back of his head.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

“I miss you even when you’re with me, I miss you always, you know that.”

“Corny.” You laugh at him.

“I know you like that shit.” Jungkook pokes your waist, then a small kiss on your shoulder.

He examines your room as if he’s never been there. But then, pauses.

“Where’d you get this from?,” he walks over to your newly bought expensive white fur caught hanging in your closet.

Jungkook had almost each and every single clothing piece of yours memorised. Mainly because he’s bought almost all of them for you. But this one, certainly, he did not buy.

“Uhh, the store…” you bite your lip.

“What store?”

“Heh.” You knew where he was as going with this.

“Heh? Yeah? What store?” He questions again.

“‘Kay, I’m sorry.” You frown.

“I hate when you don’t use my card. I’ve given you my BLACK card, Y/n. You really can buy anything, big or small. Don’t piss me off.” His eyebrows are furrowed as he leans against your wall, staring at you with a big mean glare. You felt like a child being scolded for taking candy.

“I’ve told you about this already—“

“And I’ve told you about this already too.” He cuts you off. “My card is yours, your card is yours, okay?” He examines my face for expressions of defeat, acceptance. But finds none.

“I don’t want to spend your family’s hard earned money. And yours. It just doesn’t feel right. Plus, what am I going to spend my own money on?” Jungkook rolls his eyes at your question, probably finding it utterly stupid and insane. Who wouldn’t accept free money? You, you wouldn’t.

“Don’t give a fuck. Use my card from now on or I’ll get your card disabled.” He shrugs it off and walks out of your room.

What! WHAT!

“What do you mean you’ll disable my card?!”, you shout, “Jungkook!! Stop!! What the fuck!!” You scream.

꩜ .ᐟ ⋆˚࿔ Secretly recording Jungkook who loves to get baby talked

You scroll on your phone absentmindly (lies), while secretly keeping an eye on your boyfriend. His head rests between your thighs, laying there comfortably as he enjoyed whatever anime on the tv.

You think of how you’re going to secretly set up your phone and record him. Hm. Biting your lip, concentrated, you hide the phone behind your pillow and made sure that the camera would be peaking out.

Okay, perfect.

You start by slowly caressing his hair, running your fingers down his locks and massaging his scalp. You made sure to scratch his scalp with your new set of nails, which he paid for. You know he likes that. Like, a lot.

Jungkook moans, his head’s weight fully dropped down to your thigh. You hum back, hands now moving from his scalp to his face. You trace his cheekbones, his nose, his eyebrows, his lips—you even teasingly put a finger in.

Sometimes, you remember he’s your boyfriend and that you could touch him however you wanted and that makes you the happiest girl in the world.

You go on to trace his eyes, his eyelashes then ears. Jungkook hums in relaxation, giving his full body control to you. He looooves when you did this. You go on to pull on his cheeks a couple times, and then ;

“Come up.” You tap his head with the tip of your nail.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything back, but raises himself up from the position below and turns around to lay in between your arms.

Let the fun begin, heh.

“I love you.” You tell him, with a wet kiss on his cheek.

He flashes his boyish smile at you, eyes fully locked on yours as he traced your lips, “I love you more, baby.”

“But you’re my baby.” You soften your voice a little bit, squeezing his nose teasingly. “No, you are.” He argues back. “No, wrong, you’re my baby.” Jungkook cracks a smile again, a small giggle escaping his lips, “Fine. I am.” He finally surrenders.

You squeal, beginning to place kisses all over his sweet face. Lips, nose, cheeks—everywhere. You shut his eyes, just so you could kiss his eyelids.

“I love you so much, my little baby.”

Jungkook groans into your neck, overwhelmed with all the affection as his cheeks took a sudden colour to red.

“Awh, you’re blushing! Who’s making you blush, hm?” You squeeze his cheeks really hard. I know that hurts.

“Ywu.” He manages to say one word.

“What’s my name?”

“Y/n—mmph”

“No. That’s not my name.”

“Mwomwy.”

Wait, LMAO— you weren’t expecting him to call you that right away. You thought it would have to take a lot of convincing, I guess not.

You kiss his glossy lips as a reward, finally letting go of his cheeks. You suffocate the man from hugging him really really tight, chest pressed right to his face. I don’t think he’s having a bad time though. His face was right on your boobs, fully dived in.

“Baby, you’re making me feel less of a man”, he says on a serious note, hands travelling down to rest on top of your booty shorts.

“It’s okay, nobody’s gonna know anyway. They don’t have to know that you’re my babyboy.”

“Stop.” He groans, arms how fully around your waist as he avoids eye contact. He’s shy.

“My baby star candy.” You kiss his hair again. “Look up to me, baby.” You tap his face, raising his chin up. Jungkook hums, making eye contact with you now.

“Who’s mommy’s good boy?”

You are trying so hard not to laugh. It’s so hard. Fuck. You stiffen your face, take in a big gulp and stay still. Jungkook looks at you weird, almost like he’s going to call you weird, but then, he just lets out a big massive gigantic groan and says—

“Uugghhh, me.”

You could see the visible disgust in his face, but also you could tell that he kind of liked it. LMAO. You can’t hold it in anymore, so you burst out laughing. You laugh so much you have to hold your stomach in.

“Yeah, you like that?”

“Maybe—HEY WHAT THE FUCK!”

The idiot finally spots the camera hiding behind the pillow, screaming as he jumps off your body. You can’t stop laughing. You’re still laughing. Holy shit. You hold your stomach tighter, trying to breath.

“Haa—haaa, fuck, I can’t breath, AHAHAHAHA”

Jungkook screams too, grabbing the phone. He clears his voice before speaking.

“What the actual fuck, Y/n? What the fuck?” He stops the recording and throws the phone away. “Not funny.”

You’re still laughing, eyes closed tight with a big smile on your face. Jungkook thinks you look the prettiest like this.

“Never do that ever again. You are also not posting that anywhere.” He says with a stern voice.

“Okay, but you were into it, right?” You wiggle your eyebrows.

“…maybe.”

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 “you’re spinning me around, my feet are off the ground!^^”

You shiver because of the extreme weather (it’s just snowing), hands tightly wrapped around yourself as you squeeze yourself into your boyfriend’s body.

“It’s cold.” You’re shivering.

You tug onto your skirt—yes, skirt in the damn cold—and pull it down to cover your thighs as if it’s going to do anything.

“No shit”, your boyfriend laughs, warm hands rubbing your waist under your shirt. But his hands leave you for a brief moment and sneaks under your skirt and hooks his fingers onto your underwear right on your asscheeks and pulls the stretchy material down. You shriek, hitting his stomach as a reaction.

“This barely covers your ass. Why are you wearing a shortass-barely-a-skirt-skirt in winter? You dumbfuck.” He flicks your forehead.

“It’s for the fashion, Jungkook. At least I look good.” You huff.

“Yeah, sure, you look good but you’re freezing your ass off in this snow. I even feel bad to throw snowballs at you because you’re shivering already.” He squeezes the back of your thighs that were cold as fuck, like meat put in the freezer.

“Let’s do the thing now! The video!” You remind Jungkook, hitting on his chest as a signal.

He nods his head with a groan, placing your phone on the car so that it stands up right.

“What do I do again?” He looks at you with a slightly nervous lip bite.

“Follow the lyrics and then pick me up when it says my feet are off the ground, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You giggle and press the little red button—record—so that the video would start playing.

“ you’re spinning me around ”

Jungkook giggles, pulling you to him by your waist so that your body would smash against his. He grabs your other hand, intertwining it with his and his other hand on your hip, yours on his shoulder, he dances with you, spinning you around along with him.

“ my feet are off the ground ”

With a laugh, his face fully scrunched up, the beautiful man whom you’re in love with hooks his strong arms under your thighs and lifts you up, completely effortlessly. You squeak, feet wiggling and hanging while your upper body clinged to his. You smile at the camera, face heating up fully.

“ I don’t know where I stand

do you have to hold my hand ? ”

He puts you down quickly, hand patting the top of your ass as a way of saying “good job”. You stand next to him with a big smile as the lyric plays. Then he holds your hand really tightly, swinging it back and forth to great lengths.

“ you mystify me

you mystify me

you mystify me ”

As the lyric switches, he pulls you in again and kisses you, hard. Lips smacking against eachother, he pulls you into a deep kiss full of love and passion. At the second mystify me, Jungkook bends you back by your back, deepening the kiss. He put his hand on his cheek, thumb on your jaw as he lifts his face up to kiss you even deeper. By the last mystify me, Jungkook pulls back, a string of saliva connecting your lips together still.

Your cheeks were flushed red, quite literally, and so were his. His lips were glossy and his eyes twinkled like stars. There was a big cheesy smile on your face, you felt like a child who’s just had her first kiss ever. You love him so much.

You shyly take steps forward to stop recording the video on his phone. Jungkook looks at you, proud, because he’s just made his girl shy again.

“Shy? What? Like you weren’t sucking my balls off last night?”

Why does he have to ruin everything.

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ calling him “daddy” as a prank (right in front of your dad)

It took a while for Jungkook to earn your father’s trust. He had to work for it. Bring you home on time, show up and talk to him, engage with the rest of your family—he had to learn to express his love for you really loud in front of your family. Once he fully gained your father’s trust, he was automatically invited to every event your family hosted.

And, that’s no different from right now. Your family was hosting a barbecue. A lot of your family was there, your cousins, uncles and aunts, almost everyone. It was always fun to spend moments together as family. Jungkook was practically family at this point :).

; Which was perfect! For your prank! Of course!

As of now, you were waiting for your boyfriend and dad to end up in the same place.

You were in your kitchen, snacking on some strawberries while being a little bent over on the kitchen isle. Without getting noticed, your boyfriend slithers behind you and creeps his dirty hands up your dress to squeeze your ass cheeks hard. What the fuck! You scream!

“Ack! Jungkook, you scared me!” You whine.

He snickers, places kissing on your shoulder blade while his hands made their way around your waist. “Mmhhhm,” he inhales in the scent of your perfume, letting his full body weight fall onto yours. You ruffle his hair and feed him a strawberry. Jungkook watches the way the juice of the fruit falls onto your neck, so he just lols his tongue out to lick it off, with a smirk of course.

“No, they’ll see.” You warn him.

“Mhm, no.” He murmurs into your neck. His voice was almost inaudible, just audible enough for you to hear it. It was so small and breathy, so needy.

Jungkook breaths into your neck, still kissing you there, leaving light wet pecks on your flesh. “You’re going to get us caught, mh, Jungkook.”

He shakes away your thoughts, fingertips moving lower and lifting up your dress. He taps your clothed clit with the back of his fingers, sending a shiver down your spine.

“No, not in public,” you place your hand on top of his, but don’t move it, and let him do whatever. Jungkook chuckles at your submission, which he expected, of course. But just as he was about to put his hand inside, your little sister screams as she runs into the kitchen.

You both flinch, terrified, screaming! Jungkook withdraws his hand back, covering his actions by just coughing really loud as if he was trying to scratch his throat.

“I want strawberries!” She shouts.

“Yeah, baby? Okay, wait.” You begin cutting up some strawberries for her. In the meantime, your father enters the room, suspiciously eyeing you and Jungkook.

“Daddy, sissy is cutting me strawberries.”

Your dad nods in approval, lifting up your sister and placing her on the kitchen isle.

Now, you never used the nickname “daddy” as much in the bedroom. But whenever you did, Jungkook would be obsessed. He’d beg you to call him that again frequently, but you never did, often finding it ‘cringe’ and ‘weird’. Therefore, you weren’t quite sure whether he would follow the command or not. But heh, worth the try.

“Daddy, can you grab me a bowl?”

In instinct, your father turns around to grab a bowl from the cupboards. But another thing catches his attention, it’s how Jungkook’s reaching for the exact same bowl he was reaching for. They both pause in the moment, looking at eachother’s faces with absolute horror plastered across theirs.

“What the fuck—” your dad exclaims before your sister cuts him off, “—daddy, bad word!”

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He apologises to your sister, swatting Jungkook’s hand away as he grabs the bowl and places it in front of you.

He’s glaring at the two of you as of now. Jungkook is left flustered, and startled, and sort of angry in a way because he knew you planned this. He darts his eyes at you very sharply.

You give him a small smile. Jungkook tries to escape the situation by walking away, but—

“Jungkook, stay.”

Oh fuck.

Your dad was always a strict man. He wasn’t a crazy type strict, but still very much protective over his daughters.

Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, you just knew you were going to receive a good scolding from Jungkook later.

Your sister finally walks away, munching on her sweet strawberries. Your father, however, taps his fingers on the table, looking between both of you. You’re both silent, like 2 children having caught doing something really sneaky.

“I’m going to pretend like I didn’t hear and witness that.” He darts his eyes at Jungkook.

“Secondly, I hope you are using protection.”

Then he just leaves.

Fuck, you are so embarrassed. You look at Jungkook with a small smile, while he gives you a death glare.

The thing is, dad, we are not using protection either. #rawnextquestion.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 ༘⋆ ִ ₊⊹ dream blunt rotation

You sigh, watching your boyfriend roll another blunt. You observe each and every one of his moments carefully. The way he rolls his filter paper, the way he licks the end of the paper to seal it all together. He did it so precisely. He always did. Your boyfriend was, like, the master blunt roller. You in the other hand could never master it. He always rolled your blunts for you.

Jungkook taps the almost completely rolled blunt on the table about 10 times so that all the weed would be inside the rolled paper, then fills it to the top with a bit more weed.

“Hm.” He hands the blunt over to you, “you want me to roll more, baby?”

You shake your head, “this is enough.”

You light up the blunt with—heh, your super cute hello kitty lighter which, by the way, Jungkook decorated for you. Yeah, he bought all the little charms and decorated the lighter for you. You’re in love with this man.

You light the end of the blunt, and put the other side in your mouth to take a small inhale. You exhale the air out, snuggling into your boyfriend’s couch. You were staying over at his place, no way in hell would you smoke at yours. Only in your room, that too if your parents weren’t home. Jungkook’s parents didn’t care. They knew he did all sorts of things. They didn’t really care as long as he did his academics well, which he did.

Jungkook takes an inhale out of his joint, head thrown back as he sighs, eyes closed. Suddenly, he starts giggling.

“What?” Your voice comes out as a whisper.

“I love you so much. I get emotional when I’m smoking, I don’t fucking know why, but I love you, you know that.” His cheeks take a shade of light pink.

You’re cheeeeeeezzzziiinnnnggggg. There’s a small giggle out of you, and you scoot closer to kiss his cheek and drag a smoke out of your joint as well.

“I love you more, you know that too. And you’re forever going to be my blunt roller slash plug.” You laugh.

“Jesus, I should start making you pay.”

“That’s so odd for you to say.”

Jungkook laughs, agreeing.

“Jungkook?”

He hums, taking an inhale.

“What’s your dream blunt rotation?” You ask, taking another hint.

“Dream what?” Jungkook laughs, finding the question absolutely ridiculous.

“Like, if you could share your shit with anyone, who? Like, a group of people, mhm?”

He laughs again and grabs your hand that was placed on your thigh and kisses the back of it, “you. Why would I wanna be smoking with anyone else besides you?”

“You smoke with your friends.”

“Well, yeah”—he groans, “but like, you’re my dream, you know? You’re my…dream blunt rotation? Whatever you call it.” He declares his love for you again in rather a more romantic way.

“I’m your dream?,” you giggle, lashes batting. Now it’s your turn to kiss the back of his hand. You stare at your boyfriends big doe eyes as he hummed in response. You take another hit of the joint, keeping the smoke still in your mouth, and pull him into your body. You kiss Jungkook with passion, your saliva mingling together as the smoke transfers down to his mouth. Your boyfriend groans and breaks the kiss to inhale and exhale the smoke.

Both of you were starting to sweat despite the A/C, and the weed was starting to take a toll on you as well. You take another inhale, eyes batting to shut down. “Oh my god,” you moan, head falling against Jungkook’s shoulder.

“What’s your dream blunt rotation?” He asks back.

“Well,” you begin, “Robert Pattinson, Lee Jong-suk, Woo Do-Hwah—”

“Actually shut the fuck up.” Jungkook shuts you up with a harsh slap to your thigh, making you wince, followed by a giggle.

“‘Kay, sorry. They’re hot though.”

“What about me?” There’s a big fat pout on his face.

“You’re hotter, you’re my husband.” You give him a big fat smile, and a big fat wet kiss on his forehead.

“I think I’m hard.”

And you look down and see a big fat monster tent staring right back at you.

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Roblox with your boyfriend / headcannons

Jungkook never played Roblox until you forced him to do so. He first laughed at you and called you childish for still playing Roblox, fast forward sometimes he begs you to play it with him.

You got into Roblox through your little sister Evie of course. She’d always ask you to play dress to impress with her, and who are you to say no? That’s when you felt like dragging Jungkook into this.

He would always supply you an endless amount of robux. You and Evie, of course. His account however would only have like 5 robux left, whilst yours was like 10k all the time. You had access to his Roblox account, so you’d randomly log into his account and change his avatar a bit here and there.

He also only had two friends on Roblox, that would be you and Evie. For some reason, he had a bunch of followers on Roblox. He always wondered why, since he never even played like that. You had about 200 friends on roblox though. And like a bunch of followers. LOL.

Moving onto the games you play, it ranges from cute girly games to horror games. Most of the time, it’s always dress to impress. Jungkook would always call it boring but also yell whenever he doesn’t place.

You’d play arsenal, mm2, doors, mocker, dead silence, hello kitty café, royale high—likewise.

Also, don’t tell anyone, but sometimes whenever you guys are hanging out, you’d ask him “hey, wanna have e sex?” and go on LifeTogether on Roblox and do it there for shits and giggles. You always found it funny, and he just did whatever would make his girlfriend happy. happy wife = happy life. Oh, and of course you have real sex after^^.

Everytime another headless gets deleted, Jungkook would just spend like 800 robux to buy you another. He’s so cute, you love him so much.

You and Jungkook would have cute matching Roblox fits. His would be all pink and cute, he didn’t care since it was Roblox. You guys would deffo get labelled as a “corny Roblox couple” LOL.

Jungkook’s favourite game though, as corny as it sounds, unfortunately, is dahood💔. You hate that game passionately from the bottom of your soul but he loves it. He logs in and starts fights with randos. Sometimes he would kill you and carry you around the place. He’s done some cute things though. Like once, he planted dahood flowers all over the place and wrote ‘I love you’ on the wall using dahood graffiti.

outfit inspo 4 u guys + dti sneak peak :

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ^ྀི the topic of kids !

“Jungkook?” You ask your boyfriend, who just hums at you. He’s sleepy.

“You ever think of kids?” Your voice is sleepy as you sleep.

There’s a long pause before he speaks again, “with you? Yeah, all the time. Why do you ask?”

It feels nice. It feels really nice to know that he feels the same way about you. He also wants to have children with you. Not now, for sure, but one day.

“I fantasise about our future a lot. You’re not going to leave me, are you? I’ll make chop suey out of your dick and feed it to the sharks if you do.” You threaten him, followed by a yawn. Jungkook just laughs, the sound of his soft laugh echoing from one year to another. You love the sound of it. So, so, so incredibly much.

“You’d have to kill me to make me leave you, my beautiful baby Y/n. Even so, I’d come haunt you as a ghost. ‘M never leaving you alone.”

“You’re gonna make me cry.” You say as your fingers fondle with the gold chain around his neck. “How many kids do you want?”

“Hmm,” he thinks for a moment, “how many does mommy want? I’d like to have as many as you’d want to pop out” ; he ends his sentence with a laugh.

“Mommy wants at least 3.”

He nods, hand patting the crown of your head. “‘Kay, daddy agrees too.”

“You think…I’ll be a good mom?” Your words are a tad bit slurred as the drowsiness is getting to you really bad, but you still ask your question.

“Is that a question? You’re the most patient person I know. You’re the most genuine and kindest person I’ve ever met. Sometimes I don’t understand why you’re still with me because I can be such an asshole sometimes. You’re like, the angel that I was blessed with. You’re the light to my life, the sun to my moon, I don’t know brah”—he pauses and holds you tighter and murmurs, “you know how I feel about you,” into your neck.

You giggle, your grip tightening around your plushy as you blushed. “What are you? A poet?”

“For you, yeah.”

“You’re making me horny. Let’s make a football team.”

[st7rnioioss]

hiii i saw u wanted sub matt suggestions! you could do like matt wanting to try being a dom but he can barely last like 3 minutes and you have to take over and praise him and all that other shit… 🙂 anyways yeah lmk

SUB!MATT TRYING TO TAKE CONTROL

˚𝜗𝜚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬... pure smut, p in v, unprotected sex (nuh uh!), implied overstimulation?, dirty talk, swearing, praise kink kinda, sub!matt, soft!dom reader, riding, matt lowk being fucked dumb idk

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ matt’s blunt fingernails were digging harshly into your waist, his nose scrunched, and eyes squeezed shut. he was trying, he really was, but the pace of his hips meeting the back of your thighs was halting and going sloppy, nearly losing his grasp on reality. he wanted to take control so bad, just for once—but it was getting hard from the sight and feel of you.

his eyes occasionally opened to catch a glimpse at you. still, the sight only made him whine even louder: your eyebrows were twisted into pleasure, eyes droopy, and you had a faint smile planted on your lips while tugging on his hair. his eyes flickered to where his cock slipped inside of you so easily before you spoke. “d-doin' so well matty, yeah? i knew you could do it,” your voice was stern but whiny, each plow of his hips causing your eyes to roll back. matt couldn’t look, he couldn’t. “y’feel so- so good.. really good,” he whimpered, watching your tits bounce back and forth from the rocking of your bodies.

you chuckled dryly, listening to the sweet moans slip from his lips every here and there, his fingers leaving marks you were sure you could see and feel for days after today. matt was turning tired, the thrusts of his cock going in and out if your slick walls turning weak and slow, his features scrunched into pleasure and bliss. “m-m’sorry i can’t, i- feels too- too good,” he whined pathetically, his hands mindlessly roaming your chest while his thumb ran over your hardened nipples. “really sorry- i’m sorry, i’m trying..” you could kiss him senseless, running your hands down his back in a somewhat soothing manner, pressing him closer to kiss his face when his movements stilled completely. “it’s okay, it’s fine baby. wan’ me to make you feel good?” matt deepened the kiss when you finished your sentence, his tongue searching and exploring your own. “p-please.. yes, please.”

one thing led to another, and the pretty boy sat beneath you while you rode the daylight out of him, sweat trickling down his forehead that was resting on your shoulder. “yeah? is this better matt?” you moaned, head lolling back while you continued to move on top of him, the tip of his dick prodding at your sweet spot with every rock of your hips. “uh.. uh-huh.. much better,” his voice was mumbled against your skin, trailing kissing down your chest before latching his lips around your nub.

another moan fell from your tongue, his tongue swirling around your nipple while you tried to keep up your pace, harshly gripping his shoulder. “you’re so pretty matt.. so pretty like this,” matt was on cloud nine, his mouth detaching from your sensitive skin. he was being loud, and he knew it, the repeated whimpers of your name and babbles filling the room. your pussy was clamping around him, making every bounce edge him closer to fucking his seed into you. you laughed, watching as his head met the headboard behind him. “a little pathetic, don’t you think?” your tone was teasing, letting one hand slip from his shoulder to run through his hair, pushing it back to get a good look at his fucked out face. all he could do was nod embarrassingly in agreement, taking his bottom lip between his teeth while listening to the squelching his cock emitted from you.

“of course.. y’close baby?” your voice sent thrills down his spine, awkwardly nodding again while his hips jerked forward to meet yours. your warmth wrapped around his throbbing length was driving him inside, squeezing and clenching around his cock. “y-you’re.. you’re so wet, i- m’close..” he whined, his palms meeting your tits. you smiled proudly, letting dry chuckles slip between the angelic noises. “hm? it’s all from you matt, all you.. you make me so fuckin’ wet,” you groaned, your hand in his hair slipping to his chest. “wanna feel you fill me up so, so bad.. y’gonna cum for me?” matt’s lidded eyes looking up at you, continuing to knead the skin of your breasts between his fingers.

he whined, his words slurred and letting them fall uncontrolled from his lips. “y-yes, please can- can i cum? p-please i- i need to,” his pleading and begging made a strike of fire shoot through you, a moan of his name ripping from your throat while desperately tugging on his hair and shoulder. “it’s okay matty, you can cum.” your words were all he needy before he let go, his cock twitching before white spurts of his cum filling you to the brim. “o-oh my gosh,” he choked, a loud, and guttural groan falling past gritted teeth.

your lips parted in a gasp, feeling his seed paint your walls and insides. “you feel okay?” you panted, keeping up your pace on his cock while his sticky release oozed around his length. matt nodded slowly, “uh-huh.. mmhpp, i- i can’t..” he whimpered exhaustedly, his eyes catching the way your tight pussy enveloped his stretch. “well.. you’re gonna. c’mon, you’re gonna give me one more.” you smirked, noticing how his eyes glued to where the two of you connected, your own eyes going to do the same. “making a mess.. gonna make me cum now, huh? y’know you can, done it before..”

𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: i hope i didnt disappoint.. i love this request.

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[stollengoods]

Fine, Let’s Play Dirty.

Thanos x Fem! Reader

REQ. Thanos Smut

Warnings: Cursing, fighting, & smut

Summary: “… And I’ll make her my bitch. She’ll love it.” Was the last thing Myung-gi heard as he tried but failed to hit Thanos. He Then saw stars before his vision went completely black as Thanos had successfully planted a punch to the right side of his face. Afterwards Myung-gi didn’t think too much into what Thanos had said, he figured he was just blowing smoke but should’ve realized what Thanos had told him was a warning. He’s coming for y/n.

————

“Hola, señorita.”

You turned around to see Thanos behind you. “Sorry, no hablo español.” You grunted, walking past him.

He let out a chuckle as he turned on his heel to follow you, “That’s okay, baby.” He replied in English, “I speak numero tres languages.”

You turned around crossing your arms and watched as both of his hands held up three fingers with different colored fingernails on each.

You blew out a breath, “What do you want Thanos ?”

His hands went to his chest as he stepped closer to you, “Hey hey baby, why so hostile ?” He asked with a voice full of concern.

You glanced up and down at him not even trying to hide the disgusted look on your face, as you took a step back.

“It’s your bitch of a boyfriend, huh ?”

You rolled your eyes and bit your lip to suppress a laugh, you knew it would only encourage him more.

“Mmm.” He hummed, waggling his finger at you, “I’ve seem to have strike a nerve.”

“You didn’t strike shit.” You spat and his eyes widened in surprise.

The venom in your tone even shocked you but you continued on, “-He’s not my boyfriend, not that it’s any of your business.” You mumbled the last part under your breathe.

“-And stop calling me baby, I don’t know you dude.”

You thought about walking away, but his reaction to you not only confused you but intrigued you. His posture seemed more cocky than before as he leaned against one of the bed polls beside him.

“Señorita, you don’t know me ?” He sneered, “Your lil boyfriend told me other wise.”

You tilted your head calling his bluff and he continued, “He said you fucked with my music.”

You laughed, licking your lips in nervousness, “Why would he say that, he hates you.”

That made Thanos smile, “He told me that you would play my music in the car and he didn’t understand why because to him it sounded like shit.” He shrugged his shoulders, “I guess he considered that an insult but I didn’t.”

You felt your cheeks burn, “I liked a few songs…” You confessed, not looking him in the eyes, “Like one or two, I wasn’t a fan or anything.” Your voice sounded pathetic even to you.

His index finger and thumb pinched your chin making you look up at him, “You don’t seem to be much of a fan of your boyfriend either.”

You squinted your eyes, “Again not my boyfriend.” You corrected, ripping your chin out of his grip, “And no I’m not the biggest fan of him… You’re not the only one who got financially screwed here.”

His eyebrows narrowed, “Wait. He had you invest in his shit-coin too ?”

“Yes.”

He scoffed, “What a dick sucker.”

“You’re telling me.” You mumbled under your breath.

“That’s the main reason I came over here.” Thanos explained, “I frequently see you guys arguing… I figured it was just relationship drama, but now I know why. It’s ’cause you’re one of us.”

You raised an eyebrow, “One of who ?”

“One of the people that shit-face scammed.” He scorned, “I thought he only did it to strangers on the internet but your telling me he did it to the people he loved too ? That’s just foul.”

You weren’t buying any of Thanos’s sympathy, “Why did you really come over to talk to me ?”

Thanos smirked, realizing you weren’t falling for his charade. “Okay, fine.” He raised his palms up, “You got me.”

Your eyes glared at him as he continued, “I can beat your boyfriend up all day long, okay ? It’s easy and getting kind of boring if I’m being honest.”

“I’m so sorry.” You monotoned.

He smiled, “It’s not your fault sweetheart.” He retorted and you rolled your eyes. “Anyways, I was thinking of ways I could mentally torture him and what’s better than getting with his girl ?”

Your mouth was agape as you took in what he was saying, “You know with every word that comes out of your mouth, you’re sounding more and more like a psychopath.” You commented.

He tilted his head with a gleam in his eyes, “C’mon baby…” He said, “You’re telling me you haven’t wanted to torture him both mentally and physically ever since he ruined your life ? Don’t lie.”

You made eye contact with him, “I’ve thought about it yes, but I would never actually-“

“Why not ?”

You shook your head, “Beacuse- I’m- I’m just not that type of person.”

Thanos sniggered, “Were all complex creatures y/n.”

“Yes, but there’s a clear difference between good and bad people.”

“Is there ?” He pouted, “I’m sure you didn’t think your boyfriend would tell you to invest in something only to take all your money away.”

You pursed your lips as you put your hands on your hips and looked away in slight embarrassment.

“What category would he fall under ?” He asked.

————

That’s how Thanos got you making out with him against the men’s restroom wall. You couldn’t argue with him, even tho you didn’t think that highly of him in the education department, he sure knew how to talk his way out of things or in this case into things.

Your hands tangled in his hair as you two breathlessly made out with each other. You couldn’t lie, kissing your ex boyfriend’s enemy did spike your arousal a bit.

Thanos pulled away, scanning your face, “Are you okay to continue ?”

You glowered at him, “Please drop the nice guy act.”

He didn’t smile or laugh, “I’m serious, I don’t mind fucking with assholes like Myung-gi but I never want to take advantage of women. Only pathetic pussy’s do that shit.”

You starred at him for a bit, trying to find any hint of deceit and when you saw that he was being completely sincere you almost wanted to jump his bones. You stopped yourself tho, not wanting to give him a bigger head than he already had.

“Yeah.” You nodded, “I’m fine.”

He leaned in re-attaching your lips to his, you decided to be a bit bold and slipped your hand underneath his pants, past his underwear to his cock. He twitched in your hand and that made you smirk into the kiss.

Not only was he big but very girthy, your mouth watered as you pictured him inside of you, stretching your walls. You used your other hand to guide his hand under the hem of your shirt. He got the hint from there and massaged your boob while he discounted his lips from yours to suck hickeys on your neck.

You reached your hand up to your mouth, spitting in it to then wrap your hand around his cock, stroking him this time.

“Ahh- fuck- Thanos.” You whined as he nipped at your neck, “Why are you biting so hard ?”

“I want to make sure he sees what I’ve done to you. If he doesn’t then what’s the point ?”

“So I’m just a pawn then ?”

He chuckled which tickled your neck, “Don’t act like you’re not using me as well.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You breathed.

“Make me.” He retorted.

You pushed him back so he was now facing you, “Do you want to fuck me or not ?”

“Of course, who wouldn’t ?” He smirked and god did you want his smart-ass to shut up.

A smile formed on your lips as you thought of a way you could make him shut up for once. “Get on your knees.” You commanded.

To your surprise he sunk down to his knees without hesitation. He peered up at you as if waiting for your next order. “Take off my pants.”

He hooked his fingers in your waist band and dragged them down. You kicked them off to the side as Thanos was about to take off your underwear as well. Your hand went to his hair and you yanked a fist full of it to the side.

“Ahh-“ Thanos grunted, his hands resting over yours on his head.

“Did I say you could take off my underwear ?” You cooed.

You released his hair as he looked up at you with a mixture of confusion and anger. You felt your arousal build being able to take control of a man who could easily dominate you.

“You can take them off now.”

He blinked his eyes a couple of times before doing as told. His eyes glazed over as he saw a string of your arousal disconnect from your underwear and drip onto the floor.

Once your underwear sunk to the ground, you kicked them away. Thanos’s hands gripped your thighs as he starred longingly at your soaked pussy.

“What are you waiting for ?” You cooed, looking down at him as he made eye contact with you.

“You’re permission.” His hands gripped your thighs as he looked back at your pussy, unconsciously licking his lips.

“That’s a good boy.” You smiled, reaching your hand down you used your index finger and thumb to pinch his chin like he did to you earlier. You brought his face closer until his lips touched your heat.

“Go ahead.”

Even though you were expecting his tongue in you, your body still jolted against the wall in a lovely surprise. His hands held a firm grip on your thighs as they already began to shake.

You couldn’t help the moans that escaped your lips, the world around you fading away as all you could focus on was his soft lips kissing your clit and then periodically his tongue would lick your slit.

And just when you were about to hit your peak, he stalled the movements of his mouth. You were too much in a daze to notice until he stood up, hovering over you.

“Did I say you could stop ?” You rebuked.

He suddenly cupped the side of your face and pulled you into a very needy kiss. You tasted your juices on his lips and tongue as his hand reached down to circle your clit with his fingers.

“Listen here Señorita-“ His voice was husky and deeper than usual, “I don’t mind letting you take control every now and then but with me, control is going to be 50/50 you understand ?”

You tried responding to him, you really did but all you could muster were moans at the moment. His other hand that wasn’t occupied, grabbed your throat.

“Do you understand ?”

You frantically nodded your head, “Y-yes sir.” You squeaked out.

He smirked, “Sir ? I like that.”

He released your throat and your hands instinctively went up to it as you gasped for air. He placed his hand on your shoulder and shoved you to the floor. Your knees hit the ground first, your hands catching you before any of your upper body fell to the floor.

You were breathing really heavy now, due to the adrenaline rush. He was being very aggressive and you knew you should probably leave but for some reason you liked it. All your nerves were on edge as your body was in fight or flight right now, but all you wanted to do was fuck him.

You looked up at him, from were you were he looked like a giant.

“You know what to do.”

You gulped, before crawling forward and sitting up to pull down his pants along with his underwear. He was huge, if you had to guess 7-8 inches and you were both aroused and scared imagining him inside you.

You wrapped your hand around his base and licked the pre-cum off of his tip. A low moan escaped his lips as his hand laid on the back of your head. You licked your lips, feeling his lack of patience and took his cock into your mouth.

————

Nam-gyu saw you leave with Thanos earlier to the bathroom. And when he saw Myung-gi asking one of the guards to use the restroom he jogged up to them saying he had to use the bathroom as well.

Myung-gi didn’t say anything but gave him the stink eye. Nam-gyu just smiled in return as he followed after them. The guard stopped right outside the bathroom door as they both went inside.

When the door shut, Nam-gyu’s sweater paws covered his mouth in both awe and shock. He knew that you guys were going to hook up but he figured y’all would be in a stall; not out in the open to where just anyone can walk in and see.

His eyes flicked over to Myung-gi who’s fist were clenched and Nam-gyu acted quickly. Grabbing him from behind he put a hand over his mouth and dragged him back.

Thanos was admiring how well you were suck his cock when he heard some commotion and looked up to see Myung-gi trying to charge forward at him but Nam-gyu held him back.

Thanos smiled at him, giving him the finger before yanking you off his cock and pulling you up by your hair. He quickly flipped you around, your back against the wall as he lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around him and he turned to the side to drop you off in the sink.

You pulled him into a kiss, spreading your legs further for him to get better access.

“You want it, y/n ?” He breathed as he took his dick into his hand lining it up with your entrance.

“Yes~” You whined, “Please baby.”

His smile reached his eyes at your pet name, “Baby ? I thought you didn’t know me ?” He mocked and you weakly slapped his chest.

“Fuck- Thanos- please just shut up and fuck me !”

With that he rammed himself into you, moan after moan leaving your mouth as his pace was relentless once he was fully inside you.

Nam-gyu chuckled as he felt Myung-gi really trying to free himself from his grasp now. “Hey hey hey…” Nam-gyu cooed into his ear as your moans echoed off the walls.

Myung-gi muffled something into his hand that Nam-gyu couldn’t quite understand except for a few curse words that Myung-gi empathized.

He tsked into his ear, “You like watching your bitch get fucked, huh ? You fucking cuck.”

Myung-gi then bit the inside of Nam-guy’s hand, “Aish ! You fucking-“ He retracted his hands and Myung-gi charged towards Thanos.

He reached up to yank a fist full of Thanos’s hair back. Thanos hissed and cursed under his breath as he pulled out of you. You whimpered trying to grasp at him as he turned around.

You saw as Thanos threw a punch and hit somebody in front of him. You gasped not realizing anyone else was in here.

“Hey man, I tried holding him back as much as I could-“

You screamed as you saw Nam-gyu approach Thanos, frantically trying to cover up your lower half.

Nam-gyu flinched back at your outburst giving you the side eye, “Don’t flatter yourself sweetie.” He rejoinder.

You hopped off the sink and quickly gathered your clothes. While slipping them on you recognized the person on the floor to be your ex.

“What happened ?” You asked them as you kneeled down in front of him.

Thanos smirked, “He watched his girl become mine.”

You stood up, standing next to Thanos, “I am not your girl.”

“Oh really, baby ?” He mocked.

You rolled your eyes, “Fuck you.”

He chuckled, “You just did. You trying for round two ?” He gestured back towards the sink with his hand.

You glared at him but couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “Not if that freak is watching us again.” You said sneering at Nam-gyu.

“I only came to see the look on Myung-gi’s face when he sees his girlfriend getting dick down by another man.” He crossed his arms, “So fuck off.”

Thanos laughed, “Guys chill.”

Nam-gyu sighed heavily and you nodded your head.

“Is he dead ?” You asked, half-serious.

Nam-gyu kicked his leg, “Probably.”

Thanos waved his hand dismissively, “No, he’s just knocked out, he’ll wake up in a few minutes.”

“When we were leaving they announced dinner was going to be soon, you guys hungry ?” Nam-gyu said, tucking his hair behind his ears.

You looked over at Thanos and he raised his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah I could eat.” You shrugged.

“Alright, then let’s get the fuck out of here.” Thanos replied and Nam-gyu hollered as he kicked Myung-gi in his side and skipped out of the bathroom following you and Thanos.

————

(A/N): This was all over the place but fun to write lol

[woso-story]

Always By Your Side

Alexia Putellas x Reader

You had always known that this day would come. Your dog Charlie was getting older—his fur a little whiter than before, his movements a little slower. But nothing could have prepared you for the moment when his body gave up before your heart was ready to let him go.

It started as just another night, curled up on the couch, watching Alexia play. The way she moved on the pitch always amazed you—graceful yet powerful, completely in control. Even through the screen, you could see the fire in her eyes, her determination as she fought for every ball. You cheered for her, smiling at how effortless she made everything look.

Charlie lay beside you, warm and comfortable, his tiny frame tucked under your arm as you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his soft fur. He had always been there—through every stage of your life, through every heartbreak and triumph. Fifteen years of unconditional love, of being your shadow, your best friend.

But then, out of nowhere, something changed.

A strange noise, almost a whimper. You looked down, heart immediately pounding as you realized something was wrong. His breathing was uneven, his little body trembling slightly.

“Charlie?” Your voice shook as you sat up. His eyes met yours, but they were clouded with something you couldn’t quite place—pain, maybe, or fear.

Panic set in. The game on the TV no longer mattered. You scooped him up, careful but urgent, grabbing your keys and rushing out the door. The drive to the emergency vet felt endless, your hands shaking on the wheel as you whispered reassurances to him, even though you weren’t sure he could hear you.

---

By the time you arrived, your stomach was twisted in knots. The waiting room was sterile, too bright, too cold. The vet took Charlie from your arms gently, but you already knew. The moment she looked at him, you saw it in her face.

“I’m so sorry,” she said softly. “His body is shutting down. There’s nothing we can do.”

The world seemed to tilt.

She explained it all—how his little heart was failing, how the best they could do was give him medicine to ease the pain for another week, maybe less. But prolonging it wouldn’t change the outcome.

Your voice was barely above a whisper. “I don’t want him to suffer.”

Tears blurred your vision as you held Charlie one last time, whispering every single thing you needed him to know. How much you loved him, how much he had saved you in ways he would never understand. How grateful you were for every moment, every wag of his tail, every night he curled up beside you when you felt like the world was too much.

And then, he was gone.

A sob tore through your chest, and you didn’t try to hold it in. The vet placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, offering words of comfort that barely registered. Your body shook, your heart breaking into pieces as you clung to the empty space where Charlie had been.

Through the blur of pain, you managed to grab your phone and send a message to Alexia.

"I'm at the vet. Charlie is gone."

It was all you could get out before your hands failed you, before grief swallowed you whole.

---

Miles away in Madrid, Alexia had just stepped off the pitch when her phone buzzed. She grabbed a water bottle from the bench, glancing down at the screen, expecting a text about the game.

The moment she read your message, her stomach dropped.

She tried calling immediately, but it went straight to voicemail. Her heartbeat was in her throat as she tried again. Nothing.

She didn’t hesitate.

Within minutes, she had booked the next flight back to Barcelona, ignoring the confused looks from her teammates. She barely registered the hurried drive to the airport, the late-night flight, the exhaustion pulling at her muscles after ninety minutes on the pitch. None of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was getting to you.

By the time she arrived at your apartment, it was past 3 AM. The city was quiet, the streets nearly empty. Using the spare key you had given her, she let herself in.

The apartment felt… hollow.

She walked through the darkened space, noticing Charlie’s empty bed by the couch, the leash still hanging by the door. It hit her all at once—what this must have done to you. She knew how much Charlie meant to you. She had seen the way your face lit up every time he trotted over to you, how he had been your constant through so many years.

The bedroom door was slightly open. She stepped inside quietly, her chest tightening at the sight of you curled up in bed, clutching one of Charlie’s toys to your chest. Your face was streaked with dried tears, your body curled in on itself like you were trying to hold yourself together.

Alexia swallowed against the lump in her throat.

She placed a glass of water on your nightstand before slipping into bed behind you. She didn’t say anything—just wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close. The warmth of her body startled you awake, and for a moment, you were disoriented. Then you saw her.

Fresh tears welled up in your eyes as you turned and buried your face in her chest. Your body trembled with silent sobs, and she held you tighter, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“I’m here,” she whispered. “I’m right here. Let it out, mi amor.”

And you did.

You cried until your body gave out, until the weight of grief became too much and sleep pulled you under once more.

---

The next morning, you woke up still wrapped in Alexia’s arms. The first thing you noticed was how sore your body felt—like you had been carrying something far too heavy for far too long.

She stirred beside you, brushing a few strands of hair from your face. “Drink some water,” she murmured, handing you the glass.

You took a few sips before setting it down, resting your head against her chest again. Neither of you spoke for a while, the silence filled only by the soft rise and fall of her breathing.

Finally, you whispered, “I don’t know how to do this without him.”

Alexia tightened her hold on you. “You don’t have to do it alone.”

You closed your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks again. “How did you get here so fast?”

She pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I took the next flight after your text. Nothing was more important than being here with you.”

Your heart ached, but this time, it wasn’t just from grief. It was from love.

You looked up at her, voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you.”

She cupped your cheek gently, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. “Always.”

You knew the pain wouldn’t disappear overnight. Losing Charlie left a hole in your heart that nothing could truly fill. But as Alexia held you, grounding you, reminding you that you weren’t alone, you realized something.

You would get through this.

Because with Alexia by your side, you could get through anything.

[kaivenom]

This is a silly one but I’ve always found it interesting to see! Maybe the strawhats (platonic) with a very self-sacrificing reader? Like they don’t notice how genuinly bad it is until a big ultimatum where the reader happily just goes in head first to die for them knowing there’s no hope of saving them (but the strawhats do save them and now they all are kinda realising that maybe the reader isn’t just a bit of a reckless idiot)

I would have requested the dilfs for this but they fit more also LOVE all your writings and LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE the dilf content . Hope you’re having a good day!

The strawhats crew with a self-sacrificing!reader

Masterlist

You are on the nursery room of the ship and can hear all the yells on the deck.

You can't hear the words but you can sense that they are angry. You start to feel sad because they are angry at you.

Then Chopper came back and started to check the bandages without saying a word.

"I'm sorry that you are mad at me, next time i would do it right."

Chopper looked at you and started crying while catching your hand.

"Please don't do that again, we don't want there to be a next time of this..."

You nodded and Chopper left the room, you were shocked that he said that, why would there no be another time? sacrificing for the team it's your thing, that's why you are worthy to the team.

The next weeks, while you recover, all your crewmates seem extremely careful and attentive with you.

Sanji prepares your favourite food and sits with you until you finish it.

Zoro makes you take naps with him when you are too much time standing up.

Ussop tries to make up jokes to make you laugh.

Robin and Nami do a lot of girls nights with you.

Brook keeps playing your favourite tunes.

Chopper is always by your side, cheking your wounds.

Luffy is there too, but just doing Luffy things.

You aren't used to all this attention, you feel really misplaced with all of this. Even though they are being really nice, it's noticable that there is a shadow upon all of them.

Once your wounds are finally closed and Chopper gives you the medical discharge, you go to the kitchen to tell them.

But they have a stressed look, they made you sit and Luffy took the word.

"Don't you ever do that again, you are part of the team and you can't run like that to danger, once we can pass it but you do it every time like your life is worth nothing and you almost died this last time..."

"But that is my part on the team, you have a doctor, swordsman, cook... i am the cannon meat, the one who sacrifices."

You said it with a smile but all of them are frowning, you could even saw a couple of tears on someone's eyes.

Luffy banned you from going to battle and you always had someone near you.

Even Chopper started studying some psychology to do therapy seasons with you.

You at first didn't saw the problem but since they all are so annoying about that, you do as they say.

Weeks passed and you started to notice that maybe they are right, that you shouldn't run directly into danger cause that would make them sad and you all are a team.

The moment you told them you were sorry and that you understood and won't do it again, was the moment they all cried like babies and suffocated you on a hug.

From now on, you would try to be more self-conscious about danger, so you won't hurt them again.

[cacoetheswriting]

i am weak for shy and nervous eddie munson who fumbles when around his crush. imagine him pining over this girl who he’s never even talked to, (maybe they have different social circles) and he just sees her around with her friends and he is smitten and then one day they accidentally bump into each other and she’s like “you’re eddie right?” and you know he’d be so flustered.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 2.2k

content warnings: lovesick eddie, pining, a little self-deprecation and self-doubt, mostly cheese and fluff, adult language - wildly unedited, oops.

“I hate this fucking school.”

The group exchange knowing glances as Eddie sits at the table with a grumble. His lunch tray lands with a low crash, nearly colliding with Gareth’s juicebox and therefore spilling its contents all over. A huff and quick reflexes on Jeff’s part save the group from catastrophe, more importantly, save the homework the boy had yet to finish ahead of next period. 

Eddie however, doesn’t notice the mess he has almost created. Frankly, he’s not paying attention. Even when Gareth tells him to, “Watch it, dude.”. The metal-head flicks his hand to say he’s sorry for whatever it is that his friends are chastising him for, but his eyes are fixed ahead, on the sole reason he’s in such a grumpy mood.

You.

Or rather Steve the dick Harrington, who’s got his arm draped shamelessly around your shoulders, as if he wasn’t just publicly humiliating Nancy Wheeler — since up until mere twenty-four hours ago, Hawkins High thought the blue-eyed girl was the King’s girlfriend, not you.

Eddie’s miserable. When did this happen? How did this even happen?

Last night, Steve and Nancy were all over each other. Eddie knows this to be fact since he saw them together at that party he wasn’t invited to as a guest, but to work because the popular kids always need a fix and he needs to make a living if he’s ever going to leave this shithole town. Anyway, that’s when Eddie saw the “it” couple and yet, now Nancy is nowhere to be seen and you’re snuggling into Harrington.

“I hate this fucking school,” Eddie repeats, sticking his fork into today’s cafeteria lunch. “Everyone is so two-faced and fake. No one has any integrity.”

The guys don’t need to follow his line of sight because they know very well who and what the metal-head is talking about.

“Maybe if you just talked to her, then you wouldn’t be so miserable today.” Jeff notes without looking up from his homework. “Plus, I overheard Charmaine tell Julie that Harrington is continuing to hold a candle for Nancy. This thing over there, that you’re obsessing over, is just friends being friends.”

“Doesn’t look like just friends to me,” Eddie grumbles, then looks at Jeff. “And I tried talking to her. It’s just, every time I do, my mind goes blank.”

Gareth rolls his eyes. “Dude, she’s not some superbeing. She’s a girl from our school. You’ve got no problem talking to other girls?”

Eddie doesn’t say anything because how does he go about explaining to his friends that to him, you’re more than a girl from school. It’s embarrassing enough how he’s never talked to you and yet, you occupy his entire mind and soul. The guys think it’s just another crush. Eddie knows it’s not. He can’t tell them though because they’ll laugh him out of it. Eddie the freak Munson is very much pining after a girl who doesn’t know he exists. Pathetic.

So, as any respectable guy in his situation would, Eddie continues to wallow in his own self-pity. 

He stares at you throughout the remainder of the lunch break, narrowly avoiding your gaze here and there by simply looking away. His downcast humour continues throughout the rest of the day. Since he doesn’t often engage in class anyway, the teachers pay him no mind. Although, their reasons are different: a quiet Eddie Munson is better than one who causes various disturbances. After the final bell ring, he hurries out of the building and blares music the entire drive home, to fizz out his thoughts.

Called into work. Here’s some cash. Go to the diner. 

Wayne

Eddie sighs. The one thing he was hoping for were his uncle's words of wisdom, although it seems that will also have to wait. Eddie slides the note into the pocket of his denim jeans and he is out the door again.

The diner is about thirty minutes away from the trailer, by foot. The metal-head decided to walk it anyway, hoping the fresh air would knock some sense into him because he’s got no business feeling this emotionally shattered. 

Maybe if he wasn’t such a bitch boy around you, things would be different. Unfortunately, for some reason, ever since he first laid eyes on you, Eddie’s default is shy.

Okay, maybe you and Harrington are a thing now, so what? Eddie’s got no claim on you, unspoken or otherwise. You can date whoever, even if it’s Steve the asshole. It’s also not like you and Nancy are friends. Everyone at school knows you two run in different circles, meaning no girl-code is being broken. There is also the possibility of what Jeff overheard from Charmaine and Julie being true: you and Harrington are nothing but friends. Very friendly friends. Touchy, feely. And Eddie would have noticed earlier if it were simply the case of friendship, therefore, he concludes that you are in fact dating Steve the douche Harrington and he somehow has to come to terms with it.

Eddie pushes the door open and makes a beeline for an empty booth. He orders a burger with fries and a soda from the middle-aged waitress, then whips out a notebook from his backpack while he waits. The only one he carries and it’s not for any schoolwork. The numbers scribbled hastily in the margins are easily mistaken for maths, but that’s just business. He focuses instead on the latest D&D campaign he’s working on.

For a moment, the metal-head forgets about today's events. He gets lost in the fictional world he’s creating. The made up monsters replace any harboured thoughts of you with Steve the turd, although one closely resembles Harrington's famous head of hair and he smirks, proud of himself for the immaturity. He figures if girls can write about their demons in journals, he can bring them into D&D. Bring them, then kill them.

He’s just about finished marking a big cross over the doodle of monster Steve when a figure steps in front of the light, creating a shadow over his notebook. Eddie sighs, foot tapping underneath the table in frustration. He’s about to make a rude remark, but when he looks up to meet the eyes of the perpetrator, he’s met with your wide gaze and naturally, he freezes.

“I like your drawings,” you say.

“Uhm, t-thanks,” he fumbles.

“You’re Eddie, right?”

All he can do is nod in response and you smile. Small and charming. Enough to make the brunette’s head spin and pinch his leg because he can’t believe this is happening. Surely, this must be a dream of some sort. He came home and passed out on the sofa. The only logical explanation for why you would be talking to him, complementing his stupid little doodles. The only logical explanation for why you know his fucking name.

“We’ve never officially met,” you begin and reach out your hand. 

Eddie glances at it and without really thinking, he utters, “I know who you are.”

It comes out a little more mean than he intends it to, he knows because you retreat your hand as if you’ve been burned. Eddie’s heart stings. Now he knows it’s real since only he’d be stupid enough to ruin a good thing before it even began. He’s an asshole.

“Sorry,” he mumbles quickly, then straightens in his seat. “Do you wanna sit? I-I have fries.”

He chews on the inside of his cheek for how incredibly pathetic that sounded; fries. You however, don’t notice and you’re also kind enough not to point out how he’s stumbling about his words like a little schoolkid.

“I love french fries.”

And with that, you’re sliding into the booth, across from him.

Eddie watches in disbelief as you help yourself to his food, not just the potato side, as if the two of you have been friends a lifetime. Then, probably to confuse him even more, you start telling him about how your parents locked you out and how it’s nice to see a familiar face, while he’s sitting there in silence, taking it all in, wondering whether perhaps this was some cruel joke Harrington and his band of losers were playing on him.

He wants to ask. Save himself the embarrassment if this does end up being a prank and tomorrow’s gossip: Eddie the freak Munson thought he had a chance. You keep talking, only taking small pauses to take bites out of his food or a sip of his soda, and to Eddie’s surprise nothing happens. No one jumps out screaming, laughing, pointing at him. This is really happening and he is truly baffled.

“Can we get another burger meal and the same soda?” You order from the waitress when she comes around to check the tables and afterwards, turn to look at Eddie, smile ever present. “Kinda ate most of yours.”

“It’s fine,” he manages to say.

For the first time since you sat down, it’s quiet. Now you’re the one staring at him, head tilted slightly to the one side. The smile on your face transforms into something more thoughtful, as if you were trying to read his mind — which is exactly the same thing Eddie was trying to do to you.

“So,” you begin again, “What were you scribbling intently before I crashed the party?”

“Just some stuff for an afterschool thing,” Eddie answers with a shrug, voice a little shaky.

“Mysterious.”

The sparkle in your eyes screams that you want to know more, but the metal-head is hesitant to share. Even though this wasn’t part of some scheme by Hawkins’ finest, it didn’t mean there wasn’t a different underlying reason as to why you were taking interest in him and he didn’t like when people made a fool of him.

Eddie clears his throat.

“Did your parents really lock you out?” He questions.

A brow goes up, it seems you are surprised at his push back. 

“Yes,” you say matter-of-factly, then add, “They do this sort of thing from time to time. They’re big hippies, so it’s not like neglect or anything. It’s weed. They don’t want me home when they’re high because they think it would make me undermine their authority.”

Eddie smirks and you tell him it’s not funny, but he can’t help the chuckle leave his throat. When you throw a fry at him across the table, smiling wide, he’s no longer feeling the nervous bubble. In fact, he’s suddenly quite relaxed.

“I’m sorry that I’m a good daughter. Next time I’ll be sure to pick a less judgemental table” you say dramatically, although the grin doesn’t leave your features.

The brunette lifts his hands in front of his chest in a defence motion.

“No judgement here. My social status requires me to second guess reasons people have for talking to me. I had to make sure your boyfriend wasn’t going to jump me the second we stepped outside.”

“Boyfriend?” You seem genuinely taken aback by the assumption.

“Harrington,” he clarifies, although he’s not sure why he should be.

Until you laugh. It’s soft and tender, but it’s a laugh nonetheless.

“Steve’s not my boyfriend,” you state in between giggles, “He’s madly in love with Wheeler. God, does the whole school think we’re dating? He’s gonna hate that. Poor Nancy.”

Eddie blinks. Seems Julie’s information was correct, but it still doesn’t explain the closeness and the banter the entire cafeteria was witness to. He feels weird for letting this bother him so much and even though he usually has difficulties keeping his big mouth shut, he doesn’t want you thinking he’s some sort of pervert, so he doesn't say anything, simply bops his head.

Although, his silence doesn’t seem to deter you.

“I noticed you staring,” you admit, half a decibel lower. 

A fresh burger and fries land on the table, followed by a large Coca-Cola. The waitress mutters something along the lines of enjoy, then walks away to tend to another table.

Eddie doesn’t know what to do next: admit or deny. He’d rather go back to fifteen minutes ago when you were eating his food and he wasn’t talking. Therefore, he slides the burger closer to himself and in one swift motion, lifts it to his lips, taking a bite too big for his mouth. He doesn’t care what he looks like at the moment, he just needs to keep himself quiet before saying something else he’s going to regret.

Across the table, you’re all smiley again.

“Do you think, when you’re done eating, you could walk me home?” You ask, offering him a napkin. 

As he nods, he reaches for the paper cloth and his fingers brush yours delicately. There’s a zap of electricity, but if you feel it, you don’t react. Eddie’s continuing with the shyness, so he looks down at the burger in his hand and pretends nothing happened to him either.

It’s not until you lean over the table, index finger stretched and inching forward to touch his face, wiping leftover ketchup from the corner of his mouth, that the metal-head thinks maybe, just maybe, you feel some type of way about him too because that’s not what a person does for someone they only officially met minutes before.

Afterwards, you say, “I’ll tell you all about how I’ve been watching you too.”, and Eddie nearly chokes on his food.

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[kpopflowerfield]

stolen glances | csc

ღ pairing: seungcheol! x afab!reader

ღ word count: 5.2k

ღ genre: smut, fluff,

ღ rating: nsfw! mdni

ღ warnings: dom!cheol, unprotected sex (wrap up), creampie, degradation, throat fucking

ღ networks: @k-vanity

ღ summary: You and your brother had an agreement- hookups & relationships with each others friends were off limits. Seungcheol, however wasn’t a fan of that rule.

ღ author’s note: This is part of @ddeonghwa-s Valentine’s day event! I hope you enjoyyy this Jupiter, I’m so sorry this is a few days late ㅠ_ㅠ and thank you to the amazing @lovetaroandtaemin for beta reading!

The knock on the door made a whine leave your lips. You yanked the door open and stared at Wonwoo. “Can I help you?” You asked, your voice heavy with annoyance as you looked at your brother. “Damn, didn’t mean to bother you,” He almost scoffed as you shook your head at him. “Why are you here?” You leaned against your doorframe. “I just wanted to let you know some of my friends are coming over later. I didn’t know if you would want to stick around or go out,” He watched as your body relaxed from the tense position before.

“I mean, what are you going to do?” You couldn’t help but question. “Just get take out and watch a movie. They might stay over if they bring drinks.” He shrugged. “I’m too lazy to make plans, so I’ll stay here. I don’t mind if I have to be in my room.” You bit the inside of your cheek, waiting for him to finally walk away so that you could go back to lounging on your bed. “They’ll be here in like an hour,” He called out as he walked away. You shut your door behind him and sighed.

It worked out well living with your brother. Even if you got annoyed with each other, it didn’t last long. Plus, it was much easier to deal with him than a messy roommate. Your friends would tease that it was weird to live with him, especially whenever he got a girlfriend, but it didn’t matter. There were two agreements between the two of you; one-must give a heads up at least an hour before if you’re having people over, and two- each other’s best friends are off limits.

It was easy to follow, even though one of his friends made thoughts you’ve never had before run through your mind. You’d remind yourself that the agreement only applied to hookups and relationships. So, it was completely fine that you thought of Seungcheol before bed sometimes. Obviously it was something that you would never let Wonwoo know about, but as long as you kept it the way it’s always been, with just some greetings and awkward glances, it would be fine, and he’d never ever know about it.

You heard the front door creak as it opened as well as the voices of a few of the boys. You carefully got off of your bed, tip-toeing to your door. Pursing your lips, you opened the door just enough to peek out to the living room and see who was there. It was hard to make out the boys, you were sure you saw Mingyu and maybe Soonyoung? “Is your sister joining us?” That rich voice made your heart skip a beat. Seungcheol was asking about you?

“Yah! Big dog?” You cringed at the name Wonwoo used to call you out. “Yes?” You opened your door, hoping no one would notice the way it was cracked open moments before. “You joining us?” He looked at you. You looked in between the four boys that all had their eyes on you. “I don’t want to intrude on you guys,” You stayed by your door. “Nonsense, come join us,” Seungcheol patted the couch next to him. “Alright,” You smiled softly at the gesture, keeping your composure as your heart was beating faster than ever.

“There’s pizza on the counter,” Soonyoung smiled over at you. “Here I’ll grab you some,” Wonwoo stood up and walked over. “Wow, such a nice brother,” Vernon teased. “You wouldn’t get up to get Sophia pizza?” Wonwoo squinted as he handed you your plate. “Depends,” He nodded. You tried not to laugh at the boys bickering with each other. “Thank you, beanie,” You spoke over them as Wonwoo nodded at you.

You finished eating and stood up, placing your plate in the sink. “Thank you for the food! I’m gonna let you have your time,” You walked away. It wasn’t just that you wanted them to have their time, but you couldn’t relax next to Seungcheol. You could feel his eyes shifting over every couple of seconds, and your attempts to ignore it weren’t working. You pushed your hair back as you stepped in your room. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed everything you needed and walked to the bathroom but stopped in the living room. “Use Wonwoo’s bathroom!” You called out to them, fighting the noise of the movie that would definitely give you a noise complaint.

You washed up and wrapped the towel around you, feeling like the thoughts you were having of Seungcheol were cleansed out of your mind. A sigh left your lips as you walked down the hall and into your room. You dropped the towel and turned, jumping back. “Sorry, I had to come in here,” Seungcheol apologized, his eyes wandering your body as he spoke. “Oh, it’s no problem.” Your cheeks were burning as you avoided eye contact.

His eyes still lingered on you. “What?” You leaned down and grabbed your towel that you tossed, wrapping it around your body quickly. “I actually wanted to talk to you.” He looked at you, hiding his stutter as he spoke. You nodded, waiting for him to speak up. “I want to take you out. I see the way you look at me, and I was hoping it’s in the same way I steal my own glances,” His voice was soft and shy in a way. Your heart fluttered, but you shook your head no. “I promised Wonwoo. I’m not going back on my word to him.”

“Promised him what?” He raised an eyebrow. “His friends are off limits from relationships and hookups, same goes with mine. We’ve kept it that way for years,” You walked to your door, opening it so he would get the hint. “Fuck the promise, I’ve been wanting to tell you how I feel for a while, but this is the first time I’ve been alone with you. And, it’s Valentine’s day, so I want to take you out,” His voice was soft, but there was a slight tint of annoyance at the idea of your promise to your brother.

“I’m sorry Cheol, but we’ve had it for years, and I would never go back on it.” You sounded apologetic in your head, and you hoped he understood. “I know, but just one date, please?” He looked at you, a tinge of desperation in his eyes. “Cheol…” You started. “Just one. It would never be discussed; it would be our own little secret. Okay?” His soft eyes made you want to yell out how bad you wanted him.

“If I say yes, will you leave?” You questioned him. The towel you were holding onto for dear life was becoming uncomfortable to have a conversation in. “I’d love it if you said yes,” He tried to shrug it off. “Fine, you should have my number. Just text me,” You stood by your door, waiting for him to leave so that you could finally dress yourself. As soon as he left, your door closed. Your back leaned against the door as you exhaled a breath you were holding. That was when it finally hit you that Seungcheol asked you out. A grin spread on your face, and it was one that couldn’t be removed easily.

Leading up to the date, you had to remind yourself that it was just one date, nothing more, and it would be your little secret. It was a quick bite to eat with a friend. At least, that’s what you were telling yourself, and the wording you used to tell Wonwoo. Even though Wonwoo started to tease you about a secret Valentine’s day date, you kept denying it, not wanting him to catch on to your secret. Just a meal, and you would be on your way back home, yet there you were, standing in his apartment late at night. Looking at him and at a loss for words.

“I thought this was just a date?” You questioned as he walked to his bedroom. “I can drop you off at home then.” He spoke carefully, but it sounded like a tease. You bit the inside of your cheek. The thought of following him was soothing to your mind, but all you could hear was Wonwoo, almost like a disappointed whisper in your ear. “Okay,” You finally responded after moments of silence. He walked out of his bedroom, and a tight shirt replaced the dress shirt he was wearing before.

You swallowed hard. The spandex material hugged his biceps and his chest, making it hard to agree to go home. “Want to go home?” He raised an eyebrow as your eyes locked with his. “Well what did you have in mind?” You cocked your head and he stared down at you. “That’s all up to you love,” A smirk was hidden in the smile. “I don’t want to be friends with benefits.” You responded quickly.

He seemed surprised. “I don’t want that either.” He nodded at you. “Well I mean, if that’s clear then.” Your cheeks flushed as you looked at him. He watched you, examining every movement you were making. “Kiss me,” You were close to a whisper. “I thought you wanted to go home,” he teased. “Tease me later, kiss me now.” The demand slipped out of your mouth. His hand rested on your shoulder as his pointer finger was feeling the side of your neck.

It felt like a flame was ignited as he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours. “How about I take you home?” He moved away as his lips ghosted yours. “W-what?” You stuttered. “Well, I feel like I shouldn’t fuck on the first date that I had to beg you to come on,” He walked to the kitchen counter, grabbing his keys. You were lost for words, unsure of what you could even say to him. “I mean, you didn’t have to beg,” You were desperately trying to say the right words for him to stay. “I did a little bit,” He put his hands in his pockets. “I did want you to ask me out. I just didn’t want to be easy,” You shrugged.

“Mhm,” he grumbled. You realized there was no way to win this fight. “Anyways…” You started, looking over at him leaned against the wall. “Let me take you home, before Wonwoo somehow figures out you’re with me,” He chuckled as you nodded. “I really enjoyed myself tonight,” Your voice was soft as you felt defeated, knowing there was nothing you could say to make him change his mind. “I did too.” He held his keys in his pocket and opened the door for you. You thanked him shyly as he drove you back to your place.

“I would walk you to the door, but y’know. Gotta keep it a secret,” He teased as you shook your head at him. “Thank you for being my valentine,” His voice was soft. “Thank you for asking me to be yours,” Your tone matched his as he nodded. “Text me when you’re inside.” He shifted into park as you nodded. “I’ll see you around Cheol.” You waved and shut the door and walked upstairs quickly. “Where the hell have you been?!” Wonwoo’s scolding started as soon as you twisted the door knob open.

“Oh, come on,” You whined as he sighed. “You told me it was just a quick dinner and left at like four-thirty and now it’s almost midnight. I was worried you like…died or something…” His voice disappeared at the sentence. “Awe, you were that worried?” You teased him as you walked towards your room. “Y/N?” His raised voice was a whisper now. “What?” You looked over at him. “You weren’t with Seungcheol, were you?” He raised an eyebrow as his head cocked to the side. “What?!” Your eyes widened. “I had to check your location because y’know.” He shrugged. “Anyways, as I was looking to make sure you were still actively moving, it looked like you were at Seungcheol’s place.”

You felt your heart stop beating as your blood ran cold. The guilt that was gnawing at you since this morning was beginning to swallow you whole. “Maybe my friend lives in the same building? But no. I haven’t seen him since you invited him over,” You shrugged. “Okay, I just wanna make sure you’re still keeping your promise, because if not… I’ll take Eunha’s number,” he teased, and you whined. “Wow, sounds like someone else is thinking of breaking the promise,” you giggled at him before shutting your door and letting your body mold to your mattress.

Y/N: I am home safe :) Thank you again for tonight. I really enjoyed the meal and being with each other for once!

Seungcheol (Wonwoo’s friend): Of course. I know I begged you to come, so I’m glad you did enjoy yourself. I would love to go out with you again :)

You swallowed reading the last few words. It was supposed to be just one and done, but he was pulling you back in. You blinked and saw the glimpses of the way he looked as he was driving you home. God, the shirt he was wearing made it hard for you to look away, and him driving was so attractive it made even you question if that was a sane thing to find ridiculously hot.

Y/N: I’d love to go out again, buuuut my brother thought i died because I came home so late and saw I was at your place. I don’t want to break my trust with him.

Seungcheol (Wonwoo’s friend): Then next time I’ll sneak into your place ;) How’s that?

Your cheeks were burning at the thought of being so sneaky. It made your heart race with the excitement of being with Seungcheol one on one again, but at the same time the speed of your heartbeat was also from the anxiety of lying to someone you’ve trusted since birth.

Y/N: Next time you come over for a movie we can find an excuse. How’s that?

Your fingers were typing faster than they ever had before as you sent each message, not wanting to leave too much of a gap for him to come up with a new suggestion for the two of you to be alone together.

Seungcheol (Wonwoo’s friend): That works for me, pretty girl

A burning sensation spread through your body as you read his message, since the name ‘pretty girl’ wasn’t something you expected to read in a message from him. You took a deep breath before putting your phone away for the night. The thoughts of Seungcheol still ran through your mind, both the clean ones and the dirty ones that made you think about your very short time in his apartment. You kept cursing yourself mentally for how awkward you were in the situation.

It felt like weeks had gone by since you’d seen Seungcheol. It felt like he lived at your apartment with you for the longest time, but now that your interest in him was growing, it felt like he wasn’t here enough. The heavy knock on your door didn’t annoy you this time, since you knew it was Wonwoo, and you knew it would be a heads up about his friends coming over. “Yes?” You answered the bump on your door. “Hey, Cheol, Vernon, Soonyoung and Joshua are coming over in like an hour and a half. Okay?” He leaned on your door frame as you nodded. “Yeah that’s fine, I don’t mind,” You nodded.

Wonwoo didn’t want to say anything, but he was weirded out by the more cheerful tone you used when you answered him. “Is everything alright?” He raised an eyebrow as you nodded, looking over at him from your bed. “Yeah, I’m all good,” You nodded as you swallowed. “Okay…” He wasn’t fully convinced as he shut the door behind him.

It was routine at this point, they’d come over, then have a bite to eat and share with you while you and Seungcheol exchanged secret glances. You stopped your thoughts as you stood up. “Have fun, all of you. I’m going to hang out in my room.” You smiled at all of them, making sure your eyes didn’t linger on Seungcheol for too long. Like clockwork, an action movie turned on, volume at full blast as you shut your door behind you.

Seungcheol: Gimme a minute. I’ll be with you

Your heart fluttered at the message as you sat down on your bed, anxiously waiting for the door to open. “You alright in here, princess?” The voice made your eyes shoot over to him. “Mhm, did anyone see you?” You questioned as the door shut behind him. He shook his head quickly. “I was careful.” He almost glided over to your bed next, wrapping his arm around you as he sat down.

“I was thinking,” You started. “About what?” He nodded for you to continue. “I left off at an awkward part for us the other day. Could I make it up to you?” You kept your voice down, speaking in a whisper. Even if the boys couldn’t hear you over the blasting movie, it still felt safer to whisper. “Make it up in what way?” He raised an eyebrow as he studied you. His eyes never shifted as you spoke. “Let’s see where it goes,” You shrugged and leaned over to lay your lips on his. He didn’t even flinch for a moment as he kissed you back, letting your lips melt together.

“How about you lay down?” He growled, making his question come out as a demand. The shift made you swallow as he crawled over you, aiding you in lying down fully. His lips latched back onto yours, his hands feeling every part of your body and making a knot form in your stomach. “Cheol…” You mumbled against his lips. “Hm?” He hummed against the soft, sensitive skin on your neck. “W-we have to be quiet,” You stuttered as you felt his teeth grazing your skin. “I can stay quiet, can you?” He chuckled against you.

In one quick, sharp movement his hands were under your clothes, grabbing at your breasts. Your breathing was growing heavier as you felt his hands kneading into your breast and pinching at the pebbled flesh. “F-fuck Cheol,” You whined. “Quiet,” His voice was nothing but teasing as he continued toying with your nipples. He could feel the heat pooling in between your thighs as he hovered over you. He bit the inside of his cheek, removing his hands from you as he stood up.

You couldn’t help yourself as you sat up quickly, studying him to find out why he moved. “Come here,” He demanded, using his fingers to enforce himself. You nodded, getting off your bed slowly. “On your knees,” He instructed as you nodded, following what he was telling you. He moved closer so you could see his cock. “Make me cum,” He smirked. “W-what?” You sputtered, not expecting this sudden version of him. “You want to make it up to me, right?” He raised an eyebrow as you looked up at him. “Make me cum.”

He stared at you, making it clear he was not repeating himself. You nodded as he pulled down his pants. You looked up at him, searching for his eyes. You took his length in your hand, moving your hand on his shaft. Your surprise at his size was hidden as you didn’t want to play with him for too long. Seungcheol watched as your lips parted and took his length. The warmth your mouth was giving him made him grunt quietly. You kept your pace slow as you adjusted to his thick cock in your mouth.

He interlaced his hand in your hair as he held it. “You can go a little faster.” His words came across like a taunt instead of an ask. You couldn’t even hum in response before he started to push his cock in your mouth and pick up the pace you had set. Your eyes watered as you tried to hold onto him. “Fuck,” He cursed. “Look at you, such a good slut taking my cock like that.” He smirked. He watched your face as you gagged, then pulled out, allowing yourself a moment to breathe.

You coughed and took shallow, staggered breaths. He barely gave you a minute before he started fucking your throat again. The garbled sobs that left your mouth were hard to silence. His hand was gripping the back of your head to keep you still as he thrusted. He kept his relentless and brutal thrusts to your throat as you gagged. He stopped out of nowhere and pulled out. You panted, holding your head down as you tried to catch your breath. You heard a knock on your door and wiped the drool coming from your mouth. “Y-yes?” Your voice had a rasp to it now from what your throat just endured.

“Have you seen Seungcheol?” You heard Joshua on the other side of the door. “No!” You responded quickly and stood by the door, waiting to hear his footsteps receding from the door. You turned to look at Seungcheol who had a smirk that couldn’t be removed from his face as he looked at you. “Good answer.” He watched you like prey as you walked back over to him. “I need a break,” You kept panting quietly. You watched as he pouted for a split second before he stood closer to you, leaning down to whisper. “Not yet I’m not done with you, doll,” he rasped in your ear. You tried to hide your expression, but it was impossible with how fast your eyes widened hearing him.

“Put your hands on the wall,” He nodded towards the bare wall next to your bed. You nodded slowly and did as he said. There was so much tension that filled the room as you stood there waiting for him. A hard smack came down on your ass, and there wasn’t a chance for you to react to his impact on your skin before feeling his throbbing head rubbing on your cunt. “You’re soaked, baby, you like it when I’m rough?” He taunted as you nodded weakly against the wall. He pushed on your back to form an arch. “P-please be gentle,” you begged as he chuckled in response.

“I’ll do what I want,” he replied as he grabbed your hips and shoved his length inside. A loud moan escaped your lips. “Quiet,” he ordered as you nodded. The feeling of him was making you want to cry out. You couldn’t take it inch by inch as he shoved himself deep inside within seconds his thick cock making your pussy stretch for his size. “You feel so good,” he grunted as he thrusted in and out of you.

You covered your mouth to muffle your sobs from his relentless thrusts. “C-Cheol,” you whined in pleasure. “F-fuck you feel so good,” you cried out. His hand teased your throat as you moaned out in pleasure. “We don’t want them hearing us, do we?” He teased as his fingers pressed on the sides of your throat, squeezing as you gasped for air. “We’re going to be quiet now, right?” He kept pounding his hips into yours as you weakly nodded. His grip on you released from your throat before reattaching to your hips.

You pressed your lips together, withholding your moans as he pounded in and out. “You feel so fucking good,” he grunted as your walls fluttered around his length. “I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered as he picked up his pace, coming close to his own orgasm. “Cum in me,” you moaned quietly. He blinked hearing your words, not expecting them to be said. He didn’t respond as he kept pounding into you, his hips smacking into you. “God, Cheol,” you whined.

You felt your knees weakening from your position on the wall as he grunted. “You’re such a good fuck doll,” he chuckled as you moaned his name softly. You swallowed, feeling the wave come over you, letting out a muffled moan as you came. His hips stuttered as he grunted, the warm thick liquid filling you. He pulled out and walked to your bathroom, grabbing something to wipe himself off with. Your knees buckled as you slid down. “You’re such a mess,” He tsked as he walked over to you. “Here,” He handed you a tissue.

“I have to go back out there, m’kay?” He looked down at you as you nodded. “O-okay,” You stuttered, catching your breath. He quickly slipped out of your room as you stood up, taking a moment between each step. “Y/N!” You heard Wonwoo’s cry and sat up. “Yeah?” You called back out. There was that guilty feeling again. “What the fuck was Seungcheol doing in your room for so long?!” He yelled out. “What do you mean?” You felt your throat tighten, just like they did when his friend was over. “You know what I mean,” He appeared in your door frame, and you jumped.

“Wonwoo…” You started as he shook his head. “What was he doing?” His jaw tightened as you swallowed, lost for words as he shook his head. “Unbelievable,” He mumbled. “What?” You groaned, you hated when he mumbled and refused to repeat himself. “Listen, I don’t actually want to know what the two of you were doing. I just want you to be fucking honest,” he lectured as you nodded. “Was he your date the other night?” He raised an eyebrow as he questioned you. “We just went out as friends.” You quickly tried to recover as he nodded.

“I don’t want you to see him again.” He shook his head as you looked at him. “What?” You spat. “You heard me,” His voice was serious as you nodded. “Right… so even though I’m a grown adult, you’re telling me I can’t see someone?” You scoffed. “We have a deal.” He held his head as you nodded. “You think I don’t know that?” You tried to relax, not wanting to fight as he nodded. “Good night, Wonwoo.” You pulled your covers over and turned your back towards him. He had more to say, but he needed you to cool down. “Yup.” He slammed the door behind him.

Your phone buzzed, and you saw Seungcheol’s name flash. “Hello?” You answered. “Why did Wonwoo just tell me I can’t come over anymore?” He questioned as you sighed. “He’s onto us, and he doesn’t want us to see each other anymore,” Your voice was almost a whisper. “You’re serious?” Cheol’s tone was flat as you hummed in response. “You’re a grown woman. Why the fuck would he try and stop us?!” He spoke quickly and angrily. “I don’t know, I don’t even think I can say something to him,” you sighed. “I will.” You could hear him grab his keys. “Don’t do something stupid,” you spoke quickly, then heard the tone of the call ending.

You stood up quickly, pacing on what Seungcheol could’ve met. You heard the knock on the front door and swallowed. “What are you doing here?” Wonwoo sounded surprised and offended that he was at the door. “Y/N, come here,” Seungcheol’s soft voice called out for you as you reluctantly walked out. “Why are you telling us we can’t see each other?” Seungcheol gestured towards you as Wonwoo’s eyes stayed glued on you. “Seeing each other?” He raised an eyebrow. “It was a date,” Your voice was soft as Wonwoo nodded.

“Y/N and I have a promise to each other. We’ve had it for years,” Wonwoo started. “Fuck that,” Seungcheol groaned. “Cheol,” You spoke softly as he ignored you. “Is that how you feel too?!” Wonwoo looked at you, getting pissed at Seungcheol’s words. “No, I just… I don’t know,” You sighed. Wonwoo raised an eyebrow as you sighed. “I never wanted to break our promise, but I can’t deny my feelings for him. I’ve had them for a long time, but I didn’t want to go back on our agreement. It’s hard, okay?” You started to get upset. “Hey, it’s going to be okay baby,” Seungcheol’s voice was soft.

Wonwoo swallowed, becoming uncomfortable with the interaction between the two of you. “I’m sorry, Wonwoo. I can give you anyone’s number.” You tried to make the situation feel better. “I don’t get it.” Wonwoo scoffed and walked to his room. “Go home, Seungcheol.” He shut his door behind him. You watched Wonwoo, a pit in your stomach as you saw him shut his door. You never wanted to hurt him or betray him in any way, but getting in the way of your feelings blinded you from his feelings. “Y/N, you okay?” Seungcheol broke through the silence in the living room.

“Get home safe,” You looked at him, walking to the door. “I’m sorry,” He looked at you as you nodded in response. He walked out, shutting the door behind him as you got back to your room and curled up under the blankets.

It was awkward between you and Wonwoo for weeks. You started going into the kitchen at different times to avoid making food together, his friends didn’t come over anymore, and there was no heads up about when the other was leaving. It hurt realizing how badly you went back on your word with him. Seungcheol checked in with you every day, making sure you were okay and not overly upset. Your guilt disappeared when you talked with him. He took your mind off of all of your worries and had you talk about everything positive.

Cheol: Hey love, how are you feeling today?

Y/N: I’m alright, how are you?

Cheol: I’m okay. Can we meet at the coffee shop near your place? I want to see your beautiful face.

Y/N: Absolutely.

You smiled at his message and stood up, getting ready quickly to meet him. You opened your door, seeing Wonwoo in the kitchen you quickly walked out, avoiding eye contact. “Wait, Y/N!” He called out. You winced and turned. “Yes?” You stood near the door. “I’m sorry. Please have fun with him, and be safe.” His voice was soft. You smiled softly at his words and walked out to meet Seungcheol.

“Hey!” You heard his voice call out for you as walked over, pulling the chair out from across him. “How are you, pretty girl?” He smiled softly, watching you sit down. “I’m good, and you?” You smiled. “Missing you.” He smiled at you, studying your features as if you were a work of art. “I’m sorry I made things awkward,” He looked at you in guilt. “It’s okay, he apologized. I think he’s changed,” You nodded. “I hope,” He smiled softly at you. “Can I ask you something?” He looked at you with soft, round eyes. “Of course, Cheol. Anything,” You grinned at him. “I hope it isn’t too late for me to ask, but would you be my girlfriend?” He smiled at you. “I would love to,” You grinned at him.

[jaegahh]

plsss make mikasa headcannons 🙏🙏👨‍🍼🤾‍♂️🗑️

GIRLFRIEND MIKASA HEADCANONS ᯓᡣ𐭩

content: sfw, female! Reader, fluff, bit of smoking mentioned <3

Mikasa’s strong. Like, really, really strong. She’s effortlessly able to pick you up. The ease of doing so always leads to her swooping you up in her arms when you’re too tired to walk up the stairs of your shared loft. She adores how soft you look in her arms.

Mika’s obsessed with your cooking. OBSESSED. Coming home to a warm plate of food you fixed for her after a long hour at the gym is like coming home to heaven. She’ll definitely make sure you know it, too.

Also because she can’t cook to save her life.

She’s definitely the type to be up at the ass crack of dawn. I’m talking 5:30 am, going on a morning jog, heading to the gym, working on something hands-on.. or sometimes just for the sake of being up. She always makes sure to give you a kiss before she leaves, of course.

Her phone is filled with pictures of you. All 1,209 of ‘em. Her lock screen is her favorite one, where you’re smiling and so beautiful in the pretty beach dress you wore when she first asked to be your girlfriend. It was your senior year of high school, and ever since then you two have been inseparable.

You’ll say something about a new TikTok challenge or a new meme you found while scrolling on Instagram and she’ll nod at you without a clue. She’s a bit behind on pop culture references and things like that :(.. Probably because she’s always off doing something productive.

She’s big on games— especially storymodes, though she doesn’t mind the occasional online multiplayer ones. Any free time she’s got is gonna be spent on her PC playing video games. Usually Red Dead Redemption 2, The Last of Us, Life is Strange.. sometimes Fortnite (she’s definitely a chapter 1 season 1 player don’t play w herr). Every once in a while she’ll force you to play something together. Scary games in particular. God, she loves making you play horror games.

“Im scared! Miki where did that thing go? It was just—,” suddenly, the monster jump-scares you and you’re screaming— almost falling off your girlfriend’s chair. You stare at the screen with a pounding heart and furrowed eyebrows, noting the ‘respawn’ button as you were killed for the millionth time now. You huff in frustration.

“Bye! I am not playing this game no more.” You turn to face Mikasa, when you see her laughing.

You cross your arms. “What’s so funny!?” Mika tries to stop giggling, but the cheeky pout on your face only makes her laugh even harder.

“‘M sorry, you’re just too cute. We can play that roblox game now if you want.” Mikasa giggles, as she exits off the game for you. Pressing a sweet peck to your nape, she gestures for you to flip your position on her lap. Now straddling her waist, you sigh with relief as she rubs soft circles onto your back, thankful that horror is over.

With a calmer heart, you turn to log into your account on the computer. “Let’s play Dress to Impress?”

Giving your cheek a little kiss, she whispers, “Whatever you want, baby.”

She’s very easily flustered. You would tell her she looks pretty and she’s already turning red. It’s adorable how bashful she gets 😭

She’s very, very, veryyy protective. Sometimes even too much. Always has you plastered to her, with an arm around your waist or a possessive hand around your hip. She never leaves you out of sight, even if its a quick grocery run or a shopping day at the mall— you’ll be right in front of her, and she’ll be right behind you. She always has a glowering look on her face, and if her overwhelming body language didn’t scare away lingering stares, then the threatening look on her face sure did. She’d never want anything to happen to her precious girl :(

That also applies to her doing absolutely everything for you. Carrying a bag? She’s got it. Need to run a quick errand? Don’t worry, she’s already grabbed the keys. Too tired to walk up the stairs? She’ll carry you. Heading to book an appointment for a massage? Like hell she’s letting someone touch you. She’ll have the 5-star experience at home.

Her physique is sooo delicious. She’s got strong arms, toned legs, defined abs.. she’s just so fit. Always sends you pictures of her at the gym, all sweaty and pretty for you.

Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, gently caressing your back.. she lovess to feel you relax in her touch. Really, it’s cause she loves to always have her hands on you. You’re just too gorgeous.

Loves back hugs. There’s just something so sweet about being able to hold you so tenderly, pressing warm kisses to your neck. Definitely her favorite type of hug.

Has to have you sat on her lap. There’s just no other way. When you watch movies together, play video games, when you’re having a quick smoke sesh, when you’re kissing— she’s always gonna have you pulled right onto her. She loves seeing you sat so prettily on top of her

LOVES when you get a new set of nails. Bonus points if they’re long, charmed ones. They feel so good when they’re wrapped around her pretty neck when your making out.

Kissing you is her favorite thing; if it’s on your lips, on your cheekbone, on the spot right in between your eyebrows, anywhere on your body— but she especially loves to kiss your neck. Always before going to sleep, she’ll make sure to snuggle up real close and litter you with kisses all over your face and neck before letting you rest. she just loves you too much

Mika always makes you feel loved. Whether that’s through sweet gifts she spoils you with, thoughtful gestures, passionate kisses, or loving words. She’s just perfect.

A/N: HI BABIES!!! I apologize for the fat text coming up. it’s been one hell of a 2 years. this was just rotting up in my drafts, along with countless other works i haven’t had the time nor motivation to finish. so so sorry for the late response nonnie. this isn’t proofread, and unfortunately isn’t too organized either. the writing and characterization might also suck.. as it’s been quiteee a long time 😅. also, i didn’t use the “Girlfriend!Mikasa who (..)” start.. but i think i might for other works in the future?? would you like that? lmk! I feel like tumblr has moved on from the usual bullet point nd dump haha. sorry again sweetheart! hope this was alright for uuu <3 i will try my hardest to be more active for u guys soon!! MWA💋💋

[malleusmaleficent]

Killua shut the door to Gon’s bedroom and gently ushered Gon to bed, looping his arm through Gon's and easing him onto the edge of the bed. “I told you to be careful with yourself out in the freezing water,” Killua chided gently. His mask puffed up and down slightly with every syllable. “Dork.”

“I’m sick and Killua is still bullying me,” Gon whined, sniffling and pausing for just a moment to suppress a caugh. He clenched his jaw and his chest heaved with the effort, but he managed to successfully hold the cough at bay. He took a long, slow, wheezy breath of relief. “Besides, it looked so pretty, and I was excited that you were back.”

Gon was so congested that it raised his voice, he almost sounded as young as he was when Killua last saw him. He tried to refrain from laughing.

Gon laid down unsteadily, nestling his raven hair into his dark green pillow. He went to reach for his blankets, but Killua slapped his hand away. “No,” Killua said softly. “Let me. You just lay there.”

“Mean…” Gon grumbled halfheartedly, rubbing the back of his hand where Killua had slapped it. It would've been hard to react in time to a slap from Killua even if he were in peak form. When Gon was sick like this it wasn't even a contest.

Killua walked down to the edge of the bed. “It's so messy,” he observed. “Do you live like this?”

Gon huffed, looking over at his stuffed foxbear. As the years went by he increasingly forgot about this little thing, but he'd always remember it whenever he was down.

And he didn't want to look at Killua right now. He could just feel the judging gaze Killua was sending his way. So he preferred to look at the foxbear.

“Yeah,” Gon responded defensively.

Killua clicked his tongue in disapproval and began carefully, gingerly hoisting a blanket over Gon. “Is that enough?” Killua asked.

Gon shook his head, shivering.

Killua pulled up another blanket. “Now?”

“Hmmm…” Gon hummed thoughtfully, kicking his feet under the blankets. “Not quite.”

Killua made to turn away. “Where are you going?” Gon asked suddenly, trying to suppress the anxiety in his voice. Killua had just gotten here yesterday, and it had been so long. Did Gon already say something wrong?

Killua huffed and smiled, his back turned to Gon. “Nowhere, Gon. Don't worry,” he said before taking a few paces towards the closet. He opened it up wide and briefly yet recklessly pilfered through it, as if he were a bandit trying to make a quick escape, before producing a third blanket triumphantly. He held it aloft to demonstrate to Gon and to the world his tiny, insignificant victory prompting a chuckle from the sickly Gon.

This, in turn, created a fit of coughing after the laughter, his lungs rattling. “D–don’t–” Gon began, fighting back another cough. His throat was still sore from the last bout, he didn't want to have another one already. “Don't make me laugh!” Gon griped, with a weak smile.

“I’m not sorry,” Killua said, returning a small smile behind his mask. “Don't expect me to apologize.”

Killua approached and unfolded the third blanket and placed it neatly on top of Gon, who hummed in approval. “Better?” Killua asked.

Gon nodded in the affirmative.

Killua's smile grew. “Alright, you just relax,” he said gently but firmly. “I’ll be right back, okay?” He asked, putting extra emphasis on the ‘right’.

“Alright,” Gon said softly, closing his eyes just for a moment. He felt warm and tingly, and he wasn't sure how much of that was from the fever he almost certainly had.

Killua disappeared out of Gon’s door and down the hall, returning no more than five minutes later. He shut the door quietly behind him again, carrying a cool, damp rag and a thermometer in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. He turned his attention back towards Gon, though he stood still for a moment when he noticed the picture of he and Gon hanging above his bedframe. It shot a pang through Killua's chest, but he quickly collected himself and walked back over to the shivering Gon, placing his hand gently on Gon’s forehead.

He was burning up. Killua grimaced. “This'll be a bit cold, alright?” He said, before placing the damp cloth overtop of Gon’s forehead, prompting a shiver.

“Too cold,” Gon mumbled weakly in protest.

“Sorry,” Killua mumbled in response. “Here, we’ll warm it up faster together,” he said, placing his hand overtop of the cloth and pressing it to Gon’s forehead for a few minutes.

“I’m really glad you're here,” Gon said, scarcely audibly, as Killua held his hand there. “I missed you so much, you know?” Gon muttered, continuing. “I thought about Killua every day.”

“Yeah…” Killua responded in a whisper, his blue eyes shimmering in the dim, warm glow of Gon’s bedside lamp. “I thought about you every day, too.”

After allowing silence to reign for a minute, Killua cleared his throat. “... Is it warm enough now?”

“Yeah,” Gon replied, “it is.”

Gon thought about saying that no, it wasn't, because he wanted some part of Killua to keep touching him. In his vulnerable state and his feverish delirium, part of Gon half suspected that Killua wasn't actually there at all. It seemed too perfect for Gon to be sick the first time in his life, at the same time that he finally got to see Killua again.

Or imperfect, depending on your perspective.

Either way, Killua keeping physical contact reaffirmed to Gon’s fever-addled mind that Killua was indeed still here.

Instead, though, Killua gingerly removed his hand from Gon's forehead, and peered out the window. “This is a beautiful night,” he admired, gazing at the moon’s elegant, effulgent glory. The skies here on Whale Island were always something else. “Reminds me of that night we spent together the last time I was here, remember? We were watching a sky that looked just like this.”

“Yeah…” Gon agreed, trailing off. He had wanted to relive that moment while Killua was here. “That was really special.”

Gon sneezed suddenly, prompting a grunt of pain as a familiar ache shot through his chest. He wondered at how sneezes managed to make an entire body hurt.

“It was,” Killua agreed quietly. “Bless you, by the way.”

“Thanks…” Gon said quietly, looking over at Killua who was still holding the thermometer and the tea. “How'd you manage to make water boil that fast? You weren't even gone five minutes,” Gon pondered.

“Nen,” Killua explained simply. “Took like two seconds. Just had to find where you kept the tea.”

“Should’ve guessed,” Gon replied, watching how the steam would gently waft and oscillate in the dim light. As his gaze followed the steam upwards his eyes got sidetracked by how Killua’s fluffy, silvery mane took on an almost golden hue.

A faint tinge of pink adorned Killua's face after Gon’s gaze lingered on his face for just a moment longer than it needed to. “Is uh, is something wrong?” Killua asked awkwardly.

“No,” Gon replied softly, realizing his mistake just a moment too late. “I just… haven't been able to look at you a lot?” Gon explained weakly, though even he was unimpressed with his explanation.

“Right,” Killua said. “Well,” he continued awkwardly, “I need to take your temperature,” he said as he held the thermometer aloft. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” Gon said, extending his hand outward for the thermometer. However, Killua swatted his hand away again. “You'll do it wrong somehow,” he said, with a scowl that looked to Gon to be performative. Gon wondered how Killua thought he could possibly mess up something that simple?

Killua reached across and slipped the thermometer tenderly between Gon’s lips, which Gon accepted into his mouth. Killua got down on his knees and rested his arms on Gon’s bed, being careful not to let the tea in his hand spill. Killua's scowl has already left his face, reaffirming Gon’s previous assumption that he just tried to look grumpy in order to prevent Gon from protesting.

Killua actually looked rather happy, as his hands rested a hair’s breadth apart from Gon’s body. The sort of happiness Killua bore in his countenance was the kind that was deep and meaningful. It was like when there's a beautiful sunset and you're the only one around to see it, making that sunset your own little secret you could hold close to your heart.

Gon felt tears forming at the corners of his eyes. He had wanted to see that look on Killua's face very badly for a very long time, but now he was losing precious time with which to bond and reconnect with Killua due to the fact that he was sick. “We’ll have to do even more stuff in even less time after I’m better,” Gon said, trying his best to mask the intensity of his feelings. The thermometer in his mouth helped on this front, because it sounded more like ‘we’ll hapf to fo even more stupf’.

“Don't talk with the thermometer in your mouth,” Killua chided, before looking up to catch the inklings of tears forming at the corners of Gon's eyes. “Hey, hey, hey,” Killua said gently, putting two and two together.

“It's alright, we won't lose any time. Any day you're out sick is another day I’ll add onto my stay, okay?” Killua cooed, his brow furrowing with concern. Killua pulled down his mask so that Gon could see his smile. “That'll work out to us having more time together than we would've had otherwise, right? And I’ll be in here with you every day while you’re healing, for as long as you want me.”

“Pwomifth?” Gon asked, trying in vain to sculpt his words in such a way that they could meander around the obstruction in his mouth and escape his lips in a comprehensible manner. This task was made harder by his constant sniffling.

“I promise,” Killua said warmly, “but only if you promise to not talk with the thermometer in your mouth.”

I’m very sick with the flu right now, so that’s what inspired me haha. This is your reminder to get the flu shot 🥲 at least it snowed where I live ❄️

[daceydeath]

Dance Practice

Pairing: Yeosang x reader Word Count: 1.6K Genre: Smuty smut smut Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Activities

What started as some friendly assistance in helping you master some choreography morphs into something so much more

You were meant to be concentrating, but Yeosang wasn’t making that easy, being a trainee was everything you wanted and although you had tried to audition for so many companies, you ended up only having one option, KQ. It had its disadvantages but the advantages far outweighed them. One of the biggest was being in the vicinity of Ateez. So here you stood as Yeosang so kindly offered to help you out with the choreography after watching you utterly failing to pick it up as fast as the other trainees that were using the spare practise room that he had reserved for the afternoon, and you could not keep your mind on anything other than how his arms loong in that black tank top. Biting your lip hard you tried desperately to stop your mind from undressing him as you watched him move so gracefully in the mirror in front of you, his movements precise and perfect, which of course they would be it was choreography that he performed constantly that you couldn’t seem to be able to even begin to master.

“I know Hala Hala is intense but I’m sure you can get it” Yeosang smiled in the mirror looking at you as you pinched your eyebrows together, you were unendingly grateful that he thought your frustration was to do with the choreography and not the ache developing in your lower half,

“Thank you for helping me Yeosang sunbaenim” you smiled genuinely, bowing as he turned to look at you properly. “You are far too kind”.

“Do you want me to go over it again or would you like to practice tomorrow?” he asked in his honey voice, making it even harder for you to keep your mind on the task at hand.

“Oh perhaps tomorrow? I don’t want to take up anymore of the time you had reserved for yourself” you bowed again not wanting to take advantage but also desperate to be slightly further away from him so you could clear the thick fog of lust from your brain. 

“It’s really fine. I only wanted to work on some of our choreography for our comeback. I can do that later, I really think I can help you if we give it an hour” he smiled cheerfully, already moving to get the music cued up. Tying your baggy dance shirt at your waist so that you had some control over it you nodded and accepted your fate that you would learn the choreo then go home and have a long evening with your vibrator. “Let’s do it one more time without the music and then we will try it faster”.

Nodding you got into position to his right watching him run his hand through his hair as he counted you in and started to teach you the first half of the song grinning everytime you picked something up easily and slowing his movements every time you struggled. He repeated himself over and over until he could see each movement click in your mind,  walking to the back of the room you saw him grab his own drink bottle sipping slowly as he watched you finish the last run through on your own.

“Take a water break” he urged, handing you a bottle of water.

“Thank you” you breathed heavily gulping down a few mouthfuls of water.

“Is there anyone you need to let know why you’re late home?” he asked suddenly, looking slightly guilty, that he was taking up your time.

“No, I’m allowed to come and go from the dorm for practice” you blinked confused at the odd expression clouding his pretty face.

“Good, just didn't want to be responsible for causing you trouble” he sighed pleased.

“I’d happily get in trouble for you” you whispered softly, unable to stop yourself and when he curled one of his perfect eyebrows towards you, you slapped your hand over your mouth, your face burning with embarrassment. “I am so sorry” you swallowed hard looking at the floor hoping a sink hole would open up beneath you.

“I didn't quite catch that” he smirked, stepping closer to you until he was almost standing right before you. “Care to repeat that princess?”.

“Um…I…uh” your fumbling just made you feel worse until Yeosang took your chin between his fingers forcing you to meet his eyes.

“I thought I heard something about getting in trouble?” His smirk morphing into a shit eating grin that had your heart racing.

“Yes trouble” you breathed unable to move a muscle.

“I'm going to get you in so much trouble, princess” he continued his other hand locking onto your hip and pulling you hard against him, with your bodies now flush you could feel the way his cock twitched against you and it made your mouth go dry. He gave you a few moments to move away and when you didn't his lips crashed into yours making you gasp, taking the opportunity you gave him he licked into your mouth his tongue dancing with yours. Your lips stayed locked together until you were almost dizzy, breaking away only long enough for him to thread his fingers into your hair and pull you back to him. Backing you up until you were trapped between his hard body and the cold glass of the mirror.

“Yes” you moaned breathily as he kissed his way across your cheek to your jaw then down your neck.

“Tell me to stop if you don't want this” Yeosang mumbled into your hot skin.

“Want this sunbaenim” you whimpered, his hands cupping your breasts and massaging them roughly through your clothes. You could feel him smile against your throat as his hands moved to push your sweat pants down your hips enough that he could slip his fingers between you waiting wet folds.

“It's Yeosang, just Yeosang” he purred, quickly finding your clit and circling it with his fingers making your body jolt.

“Fuck, Yeosang” you yelped softly, spreading your legs wider for him and letting your head fall back against the glass.

“You going to let me have you angel? Right here where anyone could walk in and see you?” He teased his fingers shallowly pressing into your entrance. You nodded silently, breath coming out in short pants the more he toyed with you. “Need to use your words my pretty little angel”.

“Yes Yeosang. Please” you finally gasped, pleading for him to continue touching you. His smile turned almost predatory as he finally pushed two of his fingers inside you stretching your walls in preparation.

“Get undressed” he ordered, chuckling as you fumbled to get your shirt and bra off while he continued pumping his fingers inside you his cocky smile returning as you whined in protest as he slipped his fingers from you to pull his own tank top over his head his wet fingers deftly untying his own drawstrings as he kicked off his shoes. “We don’t have all day, angel”.

Swallowing hard you toed your own shoes off stepping away from the mirror towards him and shimmying out of your pants leaving you in only your underwear in the empty dance studio in the middle of the afternoon. Pulling you back into his arms he kissed you again running his hands over your body, squeezing your arse and things while you ran your fingers across his perfect abs. Sliding his hands down your thighs he hoisted you up encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist before pressing you against the wall next to the mirror.

“So you can watch me fuck you angel” he whispered huskily making your shiver against him. Slipping the cotton of your underwear aside you expected his fingers to return to you core but when the blunt and swollen head of Yeosang’s cock began stretching you open you had to bite down on your lower lip hard to stop from crying out.

“Yeosang” you mewled as he bounced you roughly on his cock his length stretching you walls harshly as he snapped his hips against your arse.

“Fuck you feel like heaven” he groaned lowly against your throat when he mouthed at your flesh licking and sucking at your skin. The quiet of the room was broken by heavy breaths and slapping skin until a loud knock against the door started. You gasped your walls, quivering around Yeosang who grunted softly and thrusted harder into you as a wave of your arousal soaked him.

“Sangie? You in there?” Wooyoung yelled, waiting a few seconds before trying the handle which rattled a few times. Yeosang pressed his lips to yours, his tongue tangling with yours to silence your noises as he continued pounding into you until Wooyoung left, leaving you teetering on the edge of orgasm, your walls quivering around him.

“Yeosang, Fuck” you choked out while your eyes rolled back your walls clamping down on his dick as you came hard Yeosang followed you over the edge letting your walls milk him of his hot seed before kissing you softly on your cheeks and nose.

“So you like being caught huh?” he chuckled teasingly, continuing to hold you against the wall “I’ll remember that for next time”.

“Next time?” you breathed unevenly trying to catch your breath.

“Yeah when I take you out on a date” he smiled, genuinely lowering you to the floor carefully to make sure you could stand properly, you grinned letting him collect your clothes from the floor before he helped you into them and helped you leave while avoiding any of his members who may still have been lingering.

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♡ Boss - Valentine's One-Shot ♡

Written by @/Duskyskye

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It was 6:30 in the morning when you stepped outside your house.

You thought that you had prepared everything that you needed; you dressed warmly but not too warmly, you had your refillable thermos, and you had done 30 minutes worth of stretches before you even considered meeting up with Boss.

Exercising with him wouldn’t take too much effort, surely. You’d alleviated his worries for nearly a week now, and this was the final moment. You were ready!

Boss met you in your yard, sporting a black tracksuit with hot rod flames to match. His smile widened as he came into view, though his sockets were knit slightly with worry.

“Good morning, dear. I see that you’ve come equipped.”

“Morning, Boss!” You cheerily replied. “I’m all set. Anything I need to know before we head out?”

Boss averted his gaze, and spoke directly.

“Yes. I’ve prepared a full route for the two of us. We’ll go to the park, through it, and then end at a lovely coffee shop I found for some rest afterwards. Does that sound… acceptable?”

So, he was bracing for impact. You heaved a sigh.

“Boss…I thought we were going to take the route you usually did with Papyrus?”

“Yes, I’m aware, dear, but that route is relatively long. I feel that if we were to take the usual path, you may wear out. I thought maybe a shorter path would be a good start, and we could work up to the long path.”

As much as you loved how Boss worried for you, it did feel a little sour to have plans change so suddenly. Well, at least he was thinking of you.

“Ok, Boss.”

Boss must have read the expression on your face and the tone in your voice, as his expression dropped almost in sync with yours. He heaved a sigh of his own.

“I’m sorry I tried to change things last minute. I just worry for you. We can take my usual path, if you wish. Just be sure to tell me if you’re too tired to keep going.”

You nodded, offering him a large smile. You were ready to keep the pace going all day!

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You were tired.

You were tired and could hardly breathe.

Those were the only two things you could think about as you followed Boss’ trail down his usual jogging path. You supposed that it was through practice that he was able to keep this up every morning. That, and sheer endurance. Maybe the lack of muscles to wear out as well.

Either way, your legs felt like jelly – which felt pathetic, as you’d only been going for half an hour, albeit at Boss’ pace.

Speaking of… contrary to you, it seemed that your jogging partner was still pushing to keep things going. Even if he refused to say it, and even when he had notably slowed down his pace for you, you could tell he was itching to rocket off through the rest of his walk. If only by the energy of his movement.

Yeah, this wasn’t working out for either of you.

You were the first to speak.

“Ok… time out. I’m ready to stop.”

Boss stopped in place, taking a moment to inspect you in all your exhausted glory.

“I see. This was what I was worried about. I appreciate your ambition on my account, but also…” he hesitated to finish.

You spoke up as he remained silent.

“Boss, I really appreciate that you prepared so much for this. I’ll admit, I overestimated my ability, too. I just thought that by taking the normal route, I could get to know you a little better. The things you like to do or see on your usual jog, y’know?”

Boss gripped his chest tightly.

“You need to not be so sweet, I don’t think my Soul can take it.” Boss picked you up, noticeably cringing a little at just how damp you were, but still he held you regardless. “Do you wish to head home?”

You shook your head.

“Not really. I don’t want to cut my time with you short. You don’t get a lot of free time as it is.”

“Do you have the energy to walk?”

“…Nope.”

“Then I will make do.”

Boss set you on the ground. You barely had time to wince before he lifted you back up, this time taking you by the knees as you were scooped up into a piggyback ride. You swiftly wrapped your arms around Boss’ shoulders, not wanting to lose your balance.

“Is this comfortable for you?” Boss asked, helping you situate yourself.

“Uh… I’m… I’m ok. Are you? I know I’m kind of sweaty right now–”

“If I cared, I wouldn’t have lifted you. Your ability to make it the rest of the way is more important than my intolerance of filth. If it is any degree of comfort, I’ve had to carry my brother in much the same way, and you could never match his lack of cleanliness.”

“…Fair.”

Boss continued down the path, moving at a quick pace, but slow enough to not jostle you. You used this time to take in your surroundings. He had chosen a relatively nice neighborhood for his walk. Trees just starting to regrow their leaves for spring lined the path, with freshly manicured lawns on either side. The houses, still cast in the shadow of the early morning light, stood in pristine lines. It appeared to be new construction, with how fresh everything about the buildings looked. A few walkers passed the two of you by, human and monster alike, with some offering a wave or a brief, “Morning!” Boss reciprocated the gesture as best he could while still holding you.

You spoke up after a little while.

“This is a nice place you found. Did you just find it at random?”

Boss answered directly.

“It was already Papyrus’ route, before I’d… erm…” He paused for a moment. “Before I joined him on his jogging route. We used to live nearby, actually.”

“Oh really?”

“Indeed. Monsters settled relatively close to here after they first emerged from Mt. Ebott. Most of what you see around you was built by them. Have you never been to this area?”

“I’ve never really had a reason to. Though I think I’ve driven past once or twice.”

“Would you care to see the old house?”

“Sure!”

Boss’ snicker was the only warning you had before he took off. It was about 4 blocks of being tossed around before he skidded to a stop right outside a quaint little house nestled right in the heart of the neighborhood.

“Do you think you can stand for a bit?”

“Yeah, would be good to stretch my legs anyway.”

Boss carefully lowered you to the ground, letting you take in the house. It was no wonder that they’d had to move; this was the perfect size for a small family. Emphasis on “small.”

“How on Earth did all 10 of you manage to squeeze in there?”

“We didn’t. That’s why we moved.”

You nodded. Suddenly, a lot of things began to click into place. You had thought the size of their house wasn’t enough before… now you couldn’t find the words.

Boss stretched his back, his spine popping slightly after the exertion of carrying you for at least 2 miles.

“It was certainly a time,” he began, “I had to share a room with both Papyrus and Poplar, as they were the only two that bothered to maintain a decently clean and organized space. Even between the three of us trying our best, though, there was barely room. It took quite a bit of work, but I thank the stars every day that we saved up enough to move out.”

“Yeah, I don’t blame you. I think I would have been driven stir crazy within a week.”

“Most of us were. Though there are some things that I miss about the old place. The location, for one.”

“Oh really? What’s so special about it?”

Boss smiled, taking your hand in his. He led you down the street, just beyond the boundary of the neighborhood – past the houses you couldn’t see before.

What you were eventually greeted with was an elementary school… and right in front of it, an enormous hedge in the shape of a familiar face. You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.

“Wait, wait, is that Papyrus?”

“Indeed. He requested it from the king specifically. Every time we go jogging, he always stops to pose and take pictures in front of it. It’s always amusing, though he doesn’t do it with as much frequency anymore, as it’s a bit out of the way.”

“Oh, I would PAY to see him do that.”

Boss laughed at your comment.

“It is certainly a sight. I’ll be sure to let you know when he’s in the area. Assuming you don’t wish to accompany us on our NEXT jog?”

Boss offered you a sly smile. You shook your head.

“Nope. If I can’t keep up with you, I DEFINITELY can’t keep up with him.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

Boss led you further down the road, away from the houses and into what seemed to be a business district. This was somewhere you were more familiar with; a lot of monsters had set up shop in this place.

You’d been to the odd store here and there, though it had been a while since you visited. It wasn’t quite bustling yet in the early morning hours, but you could tell it had become much livelier. Paintings adorned the building walls, the once small shrubs had sprouted into trees… clearly the area had received a lot of TLC.

“Would you like to make one last stop before we head home?” Boss asked with a wide smile on his face.

“Sure, I’m game. Where are we headed?”

“You’ll see.” Boss led you down the street, passing window display after window display with all sorts of unique decorations. It was near the end of the street when Boss finally stopped. 

“A bookstore?” You asked.

“Indeed. This was where I first learned to cook.”

You paused.

“… In a bookstore?”

“No, no. You see, when I was in the Underground, I didn’t have much time to prepare food, and not much in the way of literature on the subject either. What I did learn was from a friend, who was more focused on pummeling her food than preparing it properly. Monsters made a point to gain all kinds of knowledge once they surfaced and had access to all the books this world had to offer. So, this is where I obtained my first cookbook.”

“They didn’t have them Underground?”

“Well, they did. Sort of. Most of them were waterlogged or hard to interpret without having a monster equivalent. It was interesting, learning just what foods existed and what I could make with them. One of the many reasons I’m glad I’m here now.”

Boss looked at the store wistfully, his gaze just barely clouded over. You smiled, taking his hand in yours.

“I’m glad you’re here too.”

Boss grinned, turning his gaze to you. His smile was wide, crinkling his sockets.

“Perhaps you were right. I’m glad I was able to take this route with you. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“No, no, you were right to. I am going to be SORE in the morning.”

Boss chuckled, kneeling down to your level and nuzzling his teeth against your forehead.

“Perhaps we both were a little bit right and a little bit wrong. Regardless, I am happy you’re with me.”

“I’m just as happy to be with you, Boss.”

You wrapped your arms around Boss, who returned the hug tenfold. It was there, in the middle of that sidewalk, that you could feel just how much this skeleton loved you – how your love for him was just as present, and just as intense.

Yeah.

You were happy right where you were.

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Hiiiii Okok so this is my longest fic and I got kinda super into it and that’s why it took so long ok. Hopefully you like it and thanks for all the interactions! I’m going to be doing a Choso fic next since it was so close between Choso and Sukuna <3

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TW: SIZE KINK, CONCUBINE!reader, TRUEFORM!Sukuna, he has two c words, dumbification, cream pies, DP!!!, mentions of death/killing other Sukuna type shit, filth, porn with plot uhhh I think that’s it but if not IM SORRY okok enjoy NOT PROOF READ.

WC: 3.2k O.O OMG okay so this got lengthy. I hope u like it!!!!

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You had been working at a Orian house for less than a year before Ryomen Sukuna came in and bought you along with three other girls for his concubines. He picked you four based on looks and bloodlines. Since only the other three girls came from good blood you were very surprised that he picked you as well.

What you didn’t know is that he had only meant to go and pick three girls. You had just caught his eye. You were the tallest of the house and had the longest hair. Your face was youthful but you still achieved the mature sultry beauty that he craved. “A pity pick.” Said the head lady. “You’re so generous for picking her as well Lord Sukuna but we have more girls that are mor-.” Are you questioning my judgment? I said I’d take her as well.” His deep voice reverberated through the room, his crimson eyes boring into the much shorter woman. “Of course Lord Sukuna. You’re very generous. Thank you!” She has beamed nervously at him.

The other three girls looked at you with envy which they tried to cover with a fake smile to not upset or disturb Lord Sukuna. You felt as if your world was turned upside down. You had just barely grown accustomed to being a working girl and now you were suddenly a concubine for the more fearsome Lord there was. He towered over, well, everyone. His strong arms, all four of them, had been draped in a black silk kimono. His short pink hair was almost hanging over his brow, framing his sharp jawline and broad forehead. You couldn’t deny that even with his extra eyes and limbs, this man was indeed handsome.

You didn’t want to make yourself any more noticeable and just prayed to whatever gods could hear you to keep you safe and hopefully you’ll be of good use at his estate. You’ve heard stories of how his concubines were pampered and treated fairly well which did little to ease your anxiety but that little glimmer of hope is what kept your thoughts away from the many possibilities as to why he needed new concubines enough to make it through the day.

Once you all made it back to his gigantic estate, he had his chef show you and the other girls your quarters. You each had your own chambers which was definitely a huge plus. Though, your room was the last one available and therefore, was the least pleasant. “You can always paint the walls if Lord Sukuna approves. I will have your lady in waiting bring you new sheets and pillows so you’re comfortable.” They said before leaving you alone in the dimly lit room. You hadn’t brought much with you besides your few sets of clothes, but Sukuna had ordered Uraume to toss them out when you reached the estate.

“You don’t need those filthy clothes while you’re here. More clothes-better clothes will be waiting for you in your rooms.” He had said. You guess he didn’t like them very much. You were able to sneak one small piece of cloth from the blanket your mother made you under your kimono to keep. If Uraume seen, they hadn’t said anything about it. You sigh and begin to look through the clothes that were in the room on the bed before putting them away in the chest at the foot of the bed. Uraume had picked out one set of clothes for you to change into, a light pink silk kimono robe that covered everything. It came to right above your ankles since you were so tall.

“Miss. Here are your sheets. Would you mind if I fixed your bed for you?” You jumped at the soft voice coming from the doorway. A short older lady stood with her head bowed and in her arms were the red sheets, a comforter, and a few pillowcases for your bed. “Of course th-thank you.” You bowed slightly before moving out of her way. Your hair had been pulled out of your face with a hair pin leaving half of it up in a small bun at the back of your head and the rest flowing down your back. “Do you know if I’m allowed to wander the grounds? I’d really love to see the garden if I could.” You asked softly as she finished tucking the comforter in. She turned and smiled at you.

“I’ll have to ask Uraume first my lady. But I will be back in a bit to check on you and hopefully I can show you the garden before supper. Please do rest I know the trek here wasn’t very soft on you ladies.” With that she bowed and scuttled down the hallway to find Uraume. The walls were bare and bleak. The one window you had, while it was rather large, only showed out towards the back of the estate, the large garden just barely covered by the large hedge surrounding it, making it almost impossible to see anything but the tops of the Sakura and Wisteria trees.

“Look she even has a retched chamber.” One of the other new concubine had snarked from the hallway leading to the other two cackling like hyenas. You roll your eyes and look at them, still in the same clothes as they were in when you had left the Orian house. “And look at her kimono! Much too short for her lankey body. Such a waste of good silk.” Said another, as she stepped into your room. Your back straightened and you glared at all three of them.

“At least I have decency to change as our Lord ordered us to. You lot can’t even seem to follow simple directions. I bet your new clothes are still sitting on the bed waiting for you to get your head out of your asses and put them away.” Your glare darkened as you looked down on them. You were not afraid of any girl, you had your scraps in the Orian house before and you were the one getting in trouble for it even if they started like this. That didn’t stop you from defending yourself. The girls had all stepped into your room now making ugly comments about your worth and your upbringing. Before you could reply with the same distain for them Uraume appeared in the door behind them, clearing their throat before speaking.

“Lord Sukuna will not approve of your pointless quarrels. Stop this at once and return to your respected chambers. And change out of those clothes. There are more than enough for you to pick from. If this is how your obedience is starting you’ll not be here much longer. Now go.” They barked out making the three girls glare at you over their shoulder before bowing to Uraume and scurrying to their chambers.

“Thank you. I apologize for my outburst Uraume.” You say as you now your head to them. “Mm.” They respond before setting down a bucket of small containers with a few different brushes. “Lord Sukuna has gifted these to you for your room. Your lady in waiting has said that you would like to visit the garden?” They asked. You beam at them and kindly take a look in the bucket that is filled with smaller containers of different color paints

“If I could please? I’d like to see the flowers and trees for inspiration for my room.” You say softly still smiling at them. They nod their head and your lady in waiting walks in after Uraume leaves. “Let’s get out there before the other girls hear. You’re the first to be let wander around so let’s not make a big scene for them to talk about.” She whispers quietly as she leads you out past the dinning hall to the big doors that lead out into the large garden. The tall Sakura trees were in full bloom as well as the wisteria and the beautiful lotus and spider Lillies all around.

“It beautiful. I’ve never seen so many gorgeous flowers in one place.” You beam looking around finding new flowers at every turn.

“Lord Sukuna had Uraume pick out the flowers a long time ago. Before I was even born. You’re lucky to have been allowed to wander the garden your first day.” Your lady in waiting, who’s name you’ve learned was Moira, said in a soft voice smiling at you. Your eyebrows drew together slightly at her words but you brushed off her comment and continued walking through the gorgeous foliage stopping at the entrance to the big maze of hedges. Moira warned you to stay away from it unless you were with Uraume as she didn’t know the maze as well as they did. After another five minutes, the both of you hurried into the mansion and down the hall to the dinning room where Uraume was walking with the other three girls.

“Lord Sukuna will be calling each of you to his chambers after dinner. Your seats are arranged already. Dinner will be out in a minute.” They said as the ladies in waiting have lined up on one side of the room closest to the kitchen door. As the plates of food came in on silver trays. Roasted fish and rice were on each plate which had your stomach growling. The vegetables were steamed and seasoned perfectly. The four of you were served chalices of red wine and after you all finished your food you were directed to wash up and wait in your chambers for your lady in waiting to help you bath then be presented to Lord Sukuna.

Dinner was amazing and you were excited to have a nice hot bath with the help of Moira. You of course we’re the last girl to get bathed and then be sent to his chambers.

“Don’t be nervous just let it be. Our Lord Sukuna is in a good mood tonight so I anticipate his kindness towards you. Don’t be frightened by the sounds of the other girls. Just be yourself and be obedient always.” Moira had warned as she helped you into your thin red silk robes. Your hands were shaking a little at the thought of how he would be. He’s a very large being and even with your above average height he still towered over you. You walk with your lady in waiting to his chambers. She knocks before his deep voice tells her to come in. You both walk in his room, a cloud of smoke from his pipe and the scent of sex filling the air. He’s smoking his pipe by the door to a balcony shifting his eyes to you, a puff of smoke leaving his lips and making the glowing red of his eyes even more menacing.

“Leave us.” He says to Moira. She bows and smiles at you softly before scurrying out of the room closing the door behind her. Your eyes trail down his naked form before landing on the two hard cocks that were standing proudly between his legs. You didn’t realize you had let out a gasp of surprise until Sukuna chuckled darkly at you before he strides to you slowly. He was like a cat stalking his prey right before he pounced.

“I surely hope you’re better than the last three. Their whining was all too little to satisfy me. Now kneel before your King.” His voice was hoarse and gravely due to the pipe smoke and the sex from earlier. You obliged silently, falling to your knees before him as he sat on his huge bed. You swallowed thickly gazing at his hard members and then snapping your eyes to his.

“What’re y’waiting for brat?” He growled grabbing your hair and pushing your head closer. You reached out and grasped the lower cock with Shakey hands as you let your tongue roll out and kitten lick the tip before you began sucking on it. A low noise resonated from his chest making you look up at him as he pushed you to take more of him in your mouth. He didn’t care that your teeth scraped the sides since he was so thick, the little sharp pains only making his cock throb more on your tongue.

“Mmmm the other three couldn’t even pick which one to suck first. Then they couldn’t even t-take me as far as you can. And they said you were the least experienced. Youre taking my cock so deep in your throat just like a good little slut should.” He praised growling every time the thick head of his dick pushed deeper in your throat. Tears were streaming down your cheeks as he fucked into your mouth slowly before forcing you off of him and dragging your mouth up to his.

“You’ve already impressed me. Don’t get greedy brat. Still gonna ruin your slutty little cunt.” He growled in between kisses as he discharged your kimono with one set of hands while the other lifted you onto his lap.

“Mmmh! M-my lord!~” you whine as he rubs you against both of his cocks, spreading your slick over both of them. He can’t take it anymore and uses two of his hands to lift you up and another to guide his lower cock inside you, your juices allowing his thick member to stretch you easily.

“S’like youre suckin me right in. Mmmhh fucking greedy little cunt huh?” He grunts as he sits you all the way down on him, his tip twitching right at your cervix, making you cry out his name. His lips are sucking and biting at your neck and collarbones marking you as his before he grips your hips tighter and begins fucking you up and down his length.

“Can’t wait to fuckin stretch you around both of them. Gonna fill this pussy so good.” He groans feeling you tightening around him and gripping his pink hair.

“P-please my lord! Please let me c-cum for you!” You whimper out loving how full you are. He chuckles darkly before you feel a hot wet tongue on your clit. The maw on his abdomen had rolled its tongue out to lick and suck on your clit while he was fucking you on his thick cock.

“You want to cum like this? Does it frighten you to be fucked like this? Too bad. You’re not cumming until I allow you to brat.” He growls against your neck before lifting you completely off of his cock and angling himself above you. His cocks jump at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing and dripping with your arousal and his precum. He strokes both dicks before pushing the tips against your entrance. Your eyes snap open and look at him.

“Lord S-Sukuna both? I-I don’t know if I ca-“ he cuts you off by sending a sharp slap to your clit. “You can and you will.” Is all he said before plunging both of his inhumanly large cocks inside your weeping pussy. Your back arches off the bed and into his chest as you cry out, the stretch feeling so tight but so so damn good. He growled as he bottomed out inside your cunt, you felt every inch of him twitching inside you before he pulled his hips back and plunged right back inside.

“K-Kunaa~” was the only thing you could get out between your strangled moans and whines. He bared his teeth at you before setting a brutal pace as he fucked his cocks in and out of you, your wetness making a white ring at the base of both of his members.

“Mmm look how well you’re taking my cocks huh? Pretty little pussy just suckin m’in.” Sukuna groans as his pace relents. He pulls out just so the tips are in then he shoves them back in hard and slow, making your whole body shake with pleasure.

“Ahh S-Sukuna it’s t-too much hah fuck~” you whimper as the maw on his gut licks your clit again making you cry his name and cum around his cocks, he hisses at how tight you squeeze him. Sukuna’s pace quickens as he chases his own orgasm, half surprised at how well your body fits around his twin cocks. He leans down and nips at your neck before kissing you passionately. It quickly turns into a clashing of teeth and lips as he begins to put you into a deep mating press.

“M’gonna breed this cunt. F-fuck you’re so fucking tight for me. So wet. You gonna milk my cocks slut? Gonna take my seed deep in your womb?” Your voice has grown hoarse from moaning and screaming for him. His words swiping lightning to your core which is gushing around him still, his hard lengths rubbing every spot inside you as if you were made for him. One of his hands press down on the bulge in your lower stomach, tracing the dent his cocks we’re making every time he bottomed out. A dark chuckle bellows from his chest.

“Look at what m’doin to you. Ruining this pussy for any man. Feels like you’re cunts molded to the shape of my cocks.” His deep voice makes your legs shake in another wet and sloppy orgasm. Your nails are taking down every inch of skin you can reach on him, leaving angry red marks everywhere. Sukuna pants in your ear as his orgasm approaches. His grip on your thighs becoming bruising and his pace faltering. You can feel each of his cocks twitch before he half growls and half roses as he spills his hot thick cum inside your quivering pussy.

“Breed me My Lord p-please! Haah y-you feel so f-fucking good.” You cry as yet another orgasm crashes over you, a mix of both of your juices seeping from around his cocks that are buried deep inside you. Sukuna slowly pulls his cocks from your overstuffed hole, watching with a smirk as his seed spills from your used cunt.

“Fuckin gorgeous. I knew I had picked you for a reason. The last three whores couldn’t make me cum half as much as you did. Tell me brat, what would you say about me taking this pussy over and over, claiming you as mine?” His voice sends chills down your spine, his lips leaving more bites across your chest and neck.

“I’m here to satisfy you My Lord. To do as you say.” Was your answer. He hummed at that chuckling slightly. He knew sleep was about to take hold of you and you wouldn’t make it to your own chambers tonight. He sighed and did something he’s never done with a concubine before. Sukuna, the King of Curses, pulled you to his chest and draped his sheet over both of you, letting you sleep in his bedroom and skin to skin with him.

He looked down at you as you feel asleep, feeling a foreign feeling in his gut. He just knew he had to keep you. You took him so well and had no problem letting him do it until he was satisfied. He’s had favorable concubines before but you were different. You weren’t scared of him. You held your own against the other three when they were harassing you. You had that fire inside you similar to his on a minor scale. He actually admired your boldness. Sukuna made up his mind as he drifted into sleep, finally sated by you. You were to be his only concubine. He’d keep the other three for whatever else he wanted but you were his favorite.

[captainlexaprosaveme]

Not Like This

2.3k words Warnings: side characters named Renee and Bailey sorry if your name is that, use of y/n, bad writing, no thoughts, no beta we die like men, making out, embarrassment? Drinking, and sad thoughts? Maybe a little angst idk man im really bad at this Pairing: Quinn Hughes x reader Summary: Nick and Jess’s first kiss in new girl but if it was you and Quinn and there was no homewrecking involved! This is my first time writing a fic ever so im sorry it will probably not happen ever again! also i am so confused by the formatting idk how to fix it im so sorry

It had started off innocent. Jack and Luke were in town, and Bailey, your best friend since college, was visiting, obviously you had to celebrate. Quinn decided to host since your apartment had been deemed too small, “Not everyone is a pro NHL player, Quinny” you had teased, not putting up a fight because let’s be honest. His place is much better than yours, you already spend most of your time there.

You were all having a great time, everyone several drinks in, when Bailey brought up the game you two had made up in college. The rules were insane and never made sense, you gave up trying to explain them halfway through, deciding to just throw the boys into the game and hope they figured it out. It was going great; everyone had stripped a layer or two off during the game and you were feeling a warm buzz from the alcohol. Bailey was down to just a tank top and her tights, Luke had lost his shorts and now was just in his boxers, Quinn was shirtless and only had one sock on. Jack somehow was winning and had just declared you had violated the Truce Act, meaning you had to remove your top, leaving you in just your bra and skirt, your cheeks burned as you tried to ignore Quinn’s lingering gaze and took a large gulp of your mystery drink to distract yourself.

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Bailey and Jack were in some kind of an argument, one claiming that the other had violated some rule and had to take a penalty but no one had witnessed this rule violation. Your eyes lit up as you saw an opportunity to bring your two friends together.

“There’s only one way to solve this!” You announced with a glint in your eye. “Two of us have to go behind the iron curtain- which is the guest bedroom by the way- and kiss. There has to be a clear and present threat of tongue- those are the rules!” Bailey groaned, knowing this rule was only ever used as a ruse before sighing and agreeing.

“How would that solve this? These rules don’t even make sense” Quinn argued as you calmed the group. “Last minute amendment to the rule- brothers cannot go behind the iron curtain together that is actually not allowed” You quickly amended as you realized over half this group was in fact related, your tipsy mind somehow able to connect those dots but not seeing the very real possibility that you would end up behind the iron curtain with someone.

“Let’s do the count, one, two, three or four? Everyone- ok… on three” Bailey started the count down and you tried your hardest to psychically make Jack and Bailey pull the same numbers. “One, Two, Three- Numbers on heads!” You threw three fingers up on your forehead and glanced around. Luke had one finger on his forehead, Bailey had four, and Jack had two… leaving only Quinn, sitting next to you with three fingers on his forehead.

Luke gasped and made a faux shocked face as he glanced between you and Quinn, Jack muffling his laughter with his hand as Bailey stood up and dragged you up with her, kicking Jack on the way up and gesturing towards Quinn. With a lot of arguing and pushing, they finally managed to shove you and Quinn into the guest room, barricading the door and chanting “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” You avoided looking at Quinn’s face, eyes instead landing on his toned chest before quickly flicking away as blush painted your cheeks.

Quinn opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by your finger on his lips, shushing him. You waited several seconds before calling out to the others “Okay, we did it! We kissed, let us out now!” which was met with laughter as Bailey called out “Picture proof Y/N! You know the rules!”

You sighed as you let your back hit the wall and slid down to sit on the floor, Quinn watching you carefully before sitting next to you, thighs touching. A minute or two went by as your friends continued chanting from the other side of the door, you and Quinn staying in silence before he finally broke it “We don’t have to do this, you know. I think we can just wait them out.” You huffed out a laugh as you rolled your eyes at him, “Do you really believe that? They will be out there for hours.” You grabbed your phone and opened the camera app before swiftly turning to face him, quickly kissing him on the cheek before he could say anything else as you snapped a picture and sent it off to the group chat. “There we did it, now let us out!” You shouted out as Quinn cleared his throat, a light dusting of pink covering his cheeks.

“That ain’t no kiss man!” Bailey yelled, Jack and Luke agreeing with her. “Just give Y/N a tender, sensual kiss and we will let you out!” Jack’s loud voice shouted through the door. Quinn rolled his eyes and scoffed at his brother’s words “Shut the fuck up, Jack!”

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Several minutes later, Quinn was working on trying to open the door that had been barricaded shut as you laid on the guest bed. You sighed as he struggled in vain, starting to feel embarrassed by how Quinn obviously did not want to kiss you. He was literally about to dislocate something trying to escape the room just to avoid kissing you, and honestly you were starting to feel a little bitter as you realized your little crush was very much not reciprocated. “What’s the big deal? Let’s just suck it up and French a little.” You tried to joke with him, willing to do whatever it takes to get out of this room with him so you could sulk alone and drink a whole lot more.

He choked out a laugh as he looked at you incredulously, unsure whether you were joking. “Ok fine but don’t say ‘let’s suck it up and French a little’” He shuffled over to the bed you were laying on and sat next to you as you sat up “Okay, fine. Let’s do this.”

“Okay, Y/N, this is not a big deal. Let’s just do this” His lips quirked up into a subtle smirk and he rested his hands on your arms.

“Yeah, let’s just do this- why are you licking your lips”

“Should I not? Do you want dry lips?”

“Well, no…”

“Then I’m just licking them so they’re… not dry?”

“Okay, fine whatever just do it.”

“I’m gonna do it”

“Okay, we’re doing this”

“Yup we’re definitely doing this. Are you ready?” His hands grasped your face as he looked into your eyes, you nodded as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest.

“Okay, three, two- actually I’m not gonna do a count. That’s weird.” He stopped moving closer to you as you huffed out a laugh at his awkwardness.

“Let’s just do this, Quinn” You leaned into him, looking into his eyes as he got closer, breathe ghosting over your lips, but just as he closed his eyes you panicked and shoved him away. “I’m sorry- You can’t do that!”

“Do what?”

“Your face!”

“My face?”

“Yeah, you can’t do that with your face”

“Okay fine- I’ll do something different with my face.” He was trying to hold back his laughter at your demands, then his hands were on your face again and he was leaning in, this time with a wide, and creepy, smile. You shoved him again, trying not to laugh “What is that? Are you trying to kiss with your teeth?”

He sighed as he stood up, moving back to the door to try and open it “Okay, I can’t do this”

“Well, you can’t try to kiss me like the Joker and expect me to just go along with it!”

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Several more minutes passed, the sounds on the other side of the door dwindling as Jack and Bailey made their way back to the living room, leaving just Luke to guard the door.

“Lukey! C’mon man just let us out.” Quinn tried to reason with his younger brother, but he was just met with his laughter. You saw light from someone’s headlights shining from the driveway as he failed to convince Luke, gasping as you stood and looked out the window.

“Back up has arrived!”

“Who’s that?” Quinn questioned as he joined you at the window.

“I texted Renee to come help, she just got off work.” You quickly explained to him as you watched her walk through the front door and heard the chaos of the rest of your group greeting her. You and Quinn stumbled back to the door, shouting frantically for her as she walked further into the house, questioning what was going on.

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“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Renee had decided to join the fun in tormenting you after being told the game, she had had enough of you and Quinn being oblivious to your shared feelings and was hoping this would be the beginning of something.

You sighed as you once again faced Quinn, “Just kiss me.”

“I’m not going to kiss you!”

“God! Just kiss me already!”

“No, Y/N. I’m not going to kiss you!”

“Just kiss me already, Hughes!”

“No, not like this!” His eyes widened as he realized what he said, your eyebrows shooting up into your hairline.

“What… what do you mean”

“No, I didn’t- I didn’t mean- not like that, I just meant- well we can’t” He struggled to find some way to explain what he said, as your friends continued chanting on the other side of the door and you continued to look at him with confusion in your eyes.

He sighed as he gently moved you out of his way and walked towards the window. “Now if you’ll just excuse me, I have to go… do something.” He opened the window as you stared at him in shock, unable to move until he started shoving the screen out of the window. “Quinn! Stop, what are you doing?” But it was too late, he was already halfway out the window, one foot in the guest bedroom, the other on the roof. You turned around and started frantically banging on the door, yelling at your friends as he made his way further down the roof, getting close to his own bedroom window. “Bailey! Jack! He’s on the roof! He climbed out the window, help!”

Everyone went silent for a second before they heard Quinn banging on the window to his own room, Jack and Luke running over to let him back in before he slips and falls off the roof as Bailey and Renee moved the barricade and let you out of the guest room finally.

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Quinn was back inside and after a brief lecture from Jack and Luke, mainly Luke, everyone was sitting in the living room again. Bailey found the whole situation hilarious and would not let it go. “I mean, Y/N. The guy would rather risk falling off his roof and dying than kiss you!” You simply rolled your eyes and laughed with her, you knew she was drunk and not trying to be mean, but it stung all the same.

The night carried on and eventually everyone had left. Jack and Luke had just left in their uber, Renee drove Bailey back to her hotel, and after several hours of ignoring Quinn as best as you could, you were now alone with him. Before everything happened, you had planned on staying the night to help clean in the morning and after everything there was nothing you wanted to do less. You didn’t want to uber back to your apartment and have to deal with getting your car in the morning, so you just decided to say a quick goodnight to Quinn before shutting yourself in the guest room.

As you got ready for bed you tried your hardest to ignore the ache in your chest, you went to grab your pajamas from your bag and huffed as you remembered you were going to borrow something from Quinn as you forgot to bring them. As you debated whether you should just sleep in your clothes from the party or suck it up and talk to him, a faint knocking sounded from the door. You opened it to find Quinn standing there with a soft smile and sweats in his hands for you.

“Hey, I remembered you mentioned you needed something to sleep in so…”

You thanked him as you took the sweats from him and tossed them onto the bed, reaching to close the door but being stopped by his hand on the door.

“Wait I- I wanted to talk to you.” He let out and awkward chuckle as you nodded for him to continue. He struggled to find the words to say before sighing and grabbing your face between his hands, pressing his lips to yours.

He began kissing you slowly, his plush lips soft and warm against yours. Your hands were frozen against his chest as your brain struggled to catch up, and when it did your hands flattened against his chest as you kissed him back just as tenderly. He tilted your head up, giving himself easier access to you as he traced his tongue on your bottom lip, begging for access. Your lips part for him as you sighed into his mouth, his tongue caressing yours as his hands migrated, one to the back of your head and the other landing on your waist. Your hand made its way up to his hair, tangling your fingers in his soft strands which only encouraged him as he started assaulting your mouth with his tongue.

His hand gripped your waist as you finally pulled away to catch you breath, resting your forehead against his. “That is how it was supposed to happen.” He says with a lazy smirk as you let out a breathy laugh, thinking maybe you could get used to this.

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Parings → Nathan Drake x Reader

Warnings → guns

Summary → Y/n gets shot in a firefight, and Nate tends to her wound with care.

The heat of the firefight had your nerves on edge, but you could tell that Nate was, as usual, having the time of his life. He dodged behind cover, firing off a few rounds, grinning like a kid in a candy store.

“Gotta admit, they’re really throwing everything at us this time!” He shouted over the gunfire, his voice carrying that unshakable excitement.

You pressed yourself against a stone pillar, reloading your gun with hands that were shaking more than you cared to admit. “You’re enjoying this way too much, Nate!” You snapped, peeking out just long enough to take a shot at one of the mercenaries charging your way.

“Come on! It’s all part of the fun!” He called back, ducking behind a crumbling statue. Another spray of bullets ricocheted off the stone near his head, and he laughed, like he was playing some kind of game. Typical.

Just as you stepped out to return fire, pain shot through your side—sharp, burning pain that knocked the wind out of you. You stumbled, one hand flying to your abdomen where the bullet had struck, warm blood seeping through your fingers. For a moment, the world blurred, the noise fading into a distant hum.

"Shit," you gasped, collapsing against the pillar for support.

Nate, still firing away at the remaining mercenaries, was oblivious to what had just happened. “You good over there, babe?” He shouted, still sounding like he was having the time of his life.

You tried to shout back, but your voice came out in a pained wheeze. Your vision swam as you sank down, back against the cold stone.

It wasn’t until the last of the mercenaries fell that Nate finally glanced your way. “Hey, we got ‘em!” He called, walking toward you with a smug grin. “See? That wasn’t so—”

His grin faltered when he saw you slumped against the pillar, clutching your side.

“Y/n?” His voice dropped, the teasing gone, replaced with sudden concern.

You let out a shaky breath, biting down on your lip to keep from crying out in pain. “Took you long enough to notice,” you muttered, wincing as the pain flared again.

In an instant, Nate was at your side, his hands on you, frantic as he inspected the wound. “Shit, why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t know, Nate, maybe because I was busy getting shot? ” You snapped, though your voice was weaker than you wanted it to be.

“Hold still,” he muttered, tearing at the hem of his shirt to press against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. His face had gone pale, his earlier carefree attitude evaporating as the gravity of the situation set in. “You’re gonna be okay. I’ve got you.”

You gritted your teeth against the pain, glaring up at him. “This—” you sucked in a breath, “—is exactly why I told you to stop messing around!”

“I wasn’t messing around,” he insisted, his voice tight with worry, though his eyes darted to the side like he was recalling all his jokes from the last ten minutes.

“Right, because laughing in the middle of a shootout is totally serious business,” you shot back, clutching at his arm for support as he tied the fabric around your side to slow the bleeding. "God, you're such an idiot sometimes."

His hands worked quickly, but his focus never left your face. “I’ll take that,” he muttered, “as long as you’re okay.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the wince as he tightened the makeshift bandage. “You’re lucky I love you, Drake,” you mumbled, your anger already fading now that he was focused on taking care of you.

He leaned in, brushing his lips lightly against your forehead. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. Next time I’ll keep the jokes to a minimum.” He looked at you again, and this time there was no smirk, no lighthearted banter—just raw concern. “I should’ve been paying more attention.”

You huffed, resting your head back against the stone, the pain starting to dull. “I’m still cursing at you for this later.”

He smiled softly, his hand gently squeezing yours. “I’d expect nothing less.”

For a few moments, the two of you stayed there in silence, the adrenaline wearing off and leaving only the warmth of his hand in yours. He sat beside you, his usual reckless energy replaced with a rare tenderness.

“You’re gonna be okay, baby,” he whispered, pressing another kiss to your temple. “I promise.”

You sighed, leaning into his touch, finally allowing yourself to relax. “I know. Just… don’t scare me like that again, alright?”

Nate chuckled softly, the tension easing just a little. “Deal. But you’re the one who got shot.”

“And you’re the one who wasn’t paying attention,” you shot back, though the bite in your tone had softened.

His hand moved to your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with a gentleness that made your heart ache. “I’ll make it up to you. I’ll take you somewhere nice once we’re done here—someplace with no bullets or bad guys, I promise.”

You gave him a tired smile, squeezing his hand. “You better.”

For a moment, everything else—the danger, the ruins, the treasure—faded into the background. All that mattered was the warmth of Nate’s hand in yours and the way he was looking at you like nothing else in the world could possibly matter. And for now, that was enough.

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[beca-mitchell]

no ordinary things with you (1/1) (bechloe)

I did this challenge by @ekingston. what a fun idea! And super thanks to @velvetinkkwrites for encouragement and being a co-conspirator.

My "prompt" was: fluff / locked in an escape room / unresolved sexual tension / a hangnail and amazingly, the Bechloe just flowed. I love these dummies.

Summary: Beca and Chloe are stuck in an escape room. Good thing Beca is an extremely calm person.

Word count: 1,000

Read on AO3 or below.

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It’s Amy’s idea.

It’s always Amy’s idea.

And yet–

“I knew this room wasn’t meant to be completed with just two people.” 

Somehow, Amy is not here.

Chloe sighs in response to Beca’s short tone. “Bec, it’s fine. We can just wait it out.”

A familiar flare of a decade-old competitive streak flares up in Beca at the mere thought—something she had thought long dissipated once they left university. Yet being trapped in a small enclosed space with Chloe Beale has once again made Beca’s fight-or-flight instincts rise to the surface. 

“Why would they even allow us to do this room knowing that we’re two people and not three? They saw us walk in. They heard us say that Amy would be late.” She glares at the puzzle before them that clearly requires at least three pairs of hands and not just the two they have presently available. “Now we’re trapped,” Beca enunciates in an extremely chill, not dramatic way. 

Chloe’s voice. “Come on, Bec. We can at least try.”

Chloe’s soothing encouragement and endless positivity combine to make Beca feel like somehow, they’re back in college and maybe back in the stifling heat of Aubrey’s corporate torture retreat. 

Shockingly, not Amy’s idea.

Chloe’s idea, actually. 

God, that had been a time.

Beca glances at Chloe who is running her hands over the surface of the platform in front of them, clear ridges and grooves meant to be manipulated by multiple sets of hands. It’s a spy-themed room, meant to be dark and mysterious. The dim lights aren’t particularly calming to Beca right this second, especially because the lack of light somehow serves to make Chloe prettier, which is, like, extremely unfair to Beca.

It’s kind of the whole reason why Beca’s kind of being short with Chloe, when it’s really the last thing she wants to do, but distance has always served her well. The issue is that distance in a shoebox studio apartment in Brooklyn is a bit hard to achieve especially if she is sharing an uncomfortable pull-out bed with the person she kind of wants some distance from. 

It’s just that…this little being friends with her ex thing is not working out. Jesse is clearly still bitter and Beca is exasperated, which has never been a good combination. It’s even clearer that they don’t work as a couple more than ever before, now that Jesse isn’t attempting to be remotely chivalrous or protective of Beca’s feelings.

Or his own insecurities, evidently. 

So it's his accusations that are why Beca is now doing her best to not stare right at Chloe’s lips. Because of Jesse’s bright idea that Beca had long-harbored feelings for Chloe and that was why their relationship didn’t work out. 

She has tried to convince herself that it’s just Jesse’s latest wayward accusation in a string of accusations and that his dickish behavior isn’t something she needs to pay close attention to, but this one sticks. It lingers and gnaws at Beca uncomfortably. 

So much so that she has been dreaming of Chloe and her smile and her stupidly blue eyes. 

The worst part is, she doesn’t hate it. 

So, suffice it to say, Beca’s running on nerves and anxiety and of course, Amy’s bright ideas aren’t particularly thrilling to her right now. She’s stuck alone in a locked room with Chloe Beale, who looks unfairly gorgeous with her lower lip between her teeth as she puzzles out the clues around the room. And she keeps touching Beca too, with her pretty hands and smiling at her with her perfect teeth. 

“...Bec?”

Beca blinks.

“Sorry, what?”

“You were frowning.” Chloe’s tone is concerned, but she nudges a foot forward playfully. “Not new, of course. Just frowning harder than usual. Is everything okay? Did you figure something out?” 

That I want you.

“No,” Beca answers, groaning internally when Chloe’s face falls at her short tone. “No, sorry—hey. I just…it was a long week at work and-and–” she falters, trying to find any excuse because now Chloe is all perked up and gazing at Beca with such sad, concerned puppy-dog-eyes that she has to say something. Anything, really. “--this stupid hangnail made it really hard to mix because it—”

Chloe gasps, grabbing at Beca’s hand, suddenly. “I told you to moisturize,” she chides.

“Chlo–” Beca tries to take her hand back, but Chloe holds fast, fingers delicately running all over Beca’s hands like she’s solving a puzzle. Beca had not thought this through. 

She hadn’t considered the possibility that Chloe’s hands, which were doing sinful things to her in her dream just the night prior, would actually touch her like this. 

It’s not even an intimate touch, not really. But Chloe has a way of making everything she does feel like she’s doing it as her last act on Earth. So now, with Beca’s hands in her own, she is being exceptionally gentle and thorough as she tries to find the wayward hangnail that had apparently bothered Beca so much that she was acting out in a random escape room in a random building in the middle of Manhattan.

Because Chloe Beale is the only person to fix all of Beca’s problems. 

(The entire issue is that…well, that’s probably true. Beca doesn’t want to deal with that right this second. She doesn’t want to deal with the knowledge that everything she wants is right in front of her.)

Chloe lifts her gaze, eyes alight with something that Beca can’t quite place. 

(And this part—the part that tells her in a small, defiant voice, that maybe what she wants…wants her back.)

Fuck it.

A distant buzzer-like alarm crashes through the room, jolting them apart. Beca thinks that if she really is asleep now, this is maybe just all one horrible nightmare because surely—surely—if this were a dream she’d be able to kiss Chloe.

If this were a dream, she’d grab Chloe’s head and kiss her. 

And based on the look in Chloe’s eyes, she’d kiss her right back. 

fin

[hrizantemy]

Nesta,

I know this letter may be the last thing you want from me. I know that, after everything, you have every reason to throw it into the fire without reading a single word. And if you choose to do that, I won’t blame you. I won’t send another.

But I am asking you to read this. Just this once.

There is something happening—something serious, something that could lead to war if we don’t stop it. Briallyn, one of the human queens, is searching for the Dread Trove. She wants power, Nesta. Power she should never have, power that, if she finds it first, will cost countless lives. We need to get to it before she does.

And we need your help.

The Trove was made by the Cauldron. It is tied to it, and you… you are one of the only two people in this world tied to it as well. You and Elain are the only ones who can find it. We need one of you to scry for it.

I won’t demand that you do this. I won’t force you. I won’t beg, either. But I am asking.

I know that I have failed you in many ways. I know that when you needed a sister, I let others turn you into an obligation. I know that when you fought, when you bled, when you suffered—I didn’t defend you the way I should have. I let them call you cruel. I let them talk about you like you were nothing more than your worst moments. And I am sorry.

I don’t expect my apology to mean anything to you. Not after everything.

But Nesta, please—please understand that I am trying.

If you do not wish to do this, that is your choice. And I will honor it. But if you do, if you want to help, if you believe this is a fight worth standing for, we will accept whatever decision you make.

I won’t ask you to come here. I won’t ask you to face any of us if you don’t want to. If you choose to do this, we will come to you. You can set the terms. You can decide how this happens.

Whatever you choose, it will be your decision. And no one—not me, not Rhys, not anyone—will take that from you.

—Feyre

Taryn scoffed the moment the last word left Nesta’s lips, the sound sharp and unimpressed, cutting through the heavy silence that had settled between them. She leaned back against the worn wooden chair, arms crossed, her expression somewhere between disbelief and amusement.

“That’s rich,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Now she wants to talk about choices. Now she suddenly cares about whether or not you want to do something? Where was all this when they were going locking you in a tower and telling you to fix yourself or else?”

Nesta set the letter down on the table, her fingers gripping the parchment just a little too tightly, as if she could squeeze the unease out of her body and into the ink-stained words before her. She had heard the desperation in Feyre’s letter. The careful wording, the subtle pleading, the way she tried to make it seem like she wasn’t begging, but it was there. Beneath the forced steadiness, beneath the formal declarations of I won’t force you, Nesta could feel the weight of what wasn’t being said.

Feyre was afraid.

Not just of Briallyn, not just of what this could mean for Prythian, but of Nesta herself. Of what she had done to her. Of the realization that maybe, just maybe, she had taken too much, had let them push too far, had let them reduce Nesta to something she was never meant to be. Feyre knew she had failed her, and now, at the worst possible time, she was trying to fix it.

The thought of scrying made Nesta’s stomach twist, a deep, sinking feeling clawing at her chest. She stared at the letter, but she wasn’t reading it anymore. The words blurred, faded, became nothing more than ink on a page as memories she had buried clawed their way back up.

The last time she had scryed, the last time she had dared to reach out to the dark, ancient power that still coiled inside of her, it had looked at her. Seen her. The Cauldron had turned its attention upon her, vast and unfathomable, like something that had existed before the stars were even born, before time had meaning. It had seen everything. Every wound, every weakness, every crack inside her—and then, just as quickly as it had found her, it had moved.

To Elain.

It had taken her.

One moment, Elain had been there, her soft, lovely face filled with confusion, with fear—then the next, she had vanished. The air had shifted, a deep, terrible silence swallowing the space where she had stood. Nesta had felt the pull, had felt the power lurching, shifting, reaching—and she had done nothing.

She hadn’t stopped it. She hadn’t been able to stop it.

She had just stood there, frozen, useless, as the Cauldron had ripped her sister away.

And now Feyre wanted her to do it again?

Nesta’s throat felt tight, her breath uneven as she clenched her hands into fists, forcing herself to steady her shaking fingers. She couldn’t—she wouldn’t. The last time, it had ended with Elain screaming, drowning, being forced into something against her will. The last time, it had left them all changed, left them all marked. And Nesta knew, deep in her bones, that she had never truly escaped the Cauldron’s grasp.

Even now, all these years later, she could still feel it inside of her. That slumbering, endless thing buried beneath her skin, waiting. Watching.

If she scryed, it would look at her again.

And this time, Nesta wasn’t sure if it would stop at just looking.

And yet, Nesta knew.

If it wasn’t her, it would be Elain.

That was the trap Feyre had set, whether she realized it or not. That was the invisible hand pushing Nesta toward the answer they wanted, the unspoken truth wrapped beneath all those careful words of choice.

Because if Nesta said no, if she refused, they would go to Elain next. And Elain—who had spent her whole life avoiding conflict, avoiding discomfort, avoiding responsibility—wouldn’t fight it. Wouldn’t push back. Wouldn’t say no the way Nesta could.

Nesta knew Elain.

Elain would hesitate, would shrink back at first, but when Rhysand turned his violet eyes upon her, when Amren scoffed and called her useless, when Morrigan gently placed a hand on her arm and told her that this was for the good of the realm, that this was what she was meant to do—

She would fold.

Elain would let them use her. She would let them put the stones in her hands, let them whisper their assurances in her ears, let them lead her to the fire and tell her that it would not burn. And when it did, when the Cauldron looked at her, when it reached its long, clawed fingers toward her soul—who would stop it?

Would Feyre?

Would Rhysand?

Would Cassian, who had already stood by once before as they threw Nesta into the flames?

No.

No one would stop it. No one would protect Elain, because they would all convince themselves that this was necessary, that this was the only way. Just like they had done with Nesta.

And when it was over, when Elain gasped and wept and clawed at her own skin, when she whispered that she had seen something, heard something, felt something, would any of them care? Or would they only care about the results, about whether or not they had gotten what they wanted? Would they pat her on the head and say thank you before pushing her back into the lovely, quiet role they had carved out for her?

Nesta felt sick.

Because the answer was so clear, because she knew what would happen if she let them take Elain instead.

And the worst part?

Elain would let them do it.

Nesta couldn’t.

She had spent her whole life shielding Elain, protecting her, making sure the world never so much as brushed against her soft skin. She had fought wars for Elain, had burned herself to the bone to make sure Elain never had to fight at all. And now, when the time had come, when Elain should have been the one standing beside her—

She had stepped back.

And yet, despite that, Nesta still knew.

She would step forward.

Because if it wasn’t her, it would be Elain.

And Nesta would never let that happen.

Nesta exhaled slowly, the weight of the decision pressing down on her like a mountain, crushing her, sinking her deeper into something she knew she wouldn’t escape from. The moment the thought solidified, the moment she knew there was no other choice, something inside her fractured.

“I’ll do it,” she said, her voice steady, though it didn’t feel like it belonged to her. It felt like someone else was speaking, like the words had been ripped out of her throat before she could swallow them back down.

Taryn’s head snapped toward her so fast that the movement was almost inhuman.

“What?” she demanded, her voice sharp, cutting, like she had misheard, like she refused to believe Nesta had just spoken those words aloud.

Nesta didn’t look at her. She kept her gaze locked on the letter, on the words Feyre had carefully written, on the choices she had never truly been given. She had known—from the moment she opened the letter, from the moment her eyes had scanned over the carefully placed words—that she was going to say yes. That she had to say yes. That she had never really had an option at all.

Because if it wasn’t her, it would be Elain.

And Nesta would not—could not—allow that to happen.

She knew what the Inner Circle thought of her. That she was a failure, a disgrace, a burden. That she had been an obligation Feyre had carried on her back for years, an inconvenience to Rhysand, an embarrassment to Cassian, someone who hadn’t earned her place in this court, in this world. They had already cast her out once. They had broken her, reshaped her, forced her to become something they could tolerate.

So if she was already nothing to them—what did it matter if she shattered herself further?

“Nesta,” Taryn said, her voice lower now, dangerous, and when Nesta finally turned to look at her, she saw it—fury. A different kind of anger than what the Inner Circle wielded, something deeper, sharper, something that wasn’t born from judgment but from something far worse—betrayal.

“You know what this means,” Taryn hissed, her body stiff, tense, like she was restraining herself from reaching across the table and shaking her. “You know what happens when you scry. You know what happened last time. And you’re still—”

She cut herself off, inhaling sharply, like the words had burned her tongue.

Nesta knew what she was going to say.

You’re still choosing them.

You’re still choosing to burn for people who would not do the same for you.

And Nesta hated that Taryn was right.

But it wasn’t about them.

“I know,” Nesta said quietly, and it was all she could offer.

Because this wasn’t about Rhysand, or Amren, or Morrigan, or Cassian. This wasn’t even about Feyre.

This was about Elain.

And Nesta had spent her entire life making sure that her sister never had to suffer. She wasn’t going to stop now.

Even if it destroyed her.

Taryn was silent. Silent in a way that was almost dangerous, in a way that sent something uneasy curling in Nesta’s stomach, something that told her she had just made a decision that could never be undone.

But when she finally looked up, when her sharp, assessing gaze locked onto Nesta’s, there was no rage. No fury. No explosion of anger that Nesta had been bracing for.

Instead, there was understanding.

And that—that was somehow worse.

Because despite the hard line of her mouth, despite the stiff way she crossed her arms over her chest, despite the way her fingers dug into her own arms as if she were holding herself back from grabbing Nesta and shaking her—there was pain.

Taryn understood why Nesta was doing this. And that knowledge—knowing that Taryn saw her, knew her, understood the way she operated—made something inside Nesta twist.

Because that meant Taryn knew Nesta was walking into something she might not come back from.

She wanted to argue. Nesta could see it in the way her lips parted and closed, in the way she took a breath like she was about to start a fight, like she was about to make Nesta fight for herself. But she didn’t.

Instead, she did something worse.

She straightened, squared her shoulders, and when she spoke, her voice was cold, steady, commanding.

“You’re researching first, then.”

It wasn’t a suggestion. It wasn’t a plea.

It was a demand.

Taryn wasn’t asking.

“Anything and everything on the Dread Trove. How they were made, who used them, every legend, every myth, every curse attached to them—I don’t care how obscure, how buried, how forgotten it is, you’re learning about it first. You will not go into this blind, Nesta. You won’t give them what they want without knowing exactly what you’re getting yourself into.”

Nesta exhaled slowly, her fingers tightening around the edge of the table.

“Fine,” she said quietly.

But Taryn wasn’t done.

“And I’m going to be there beside you the whole time,” she added, voice hard as steel. “Every step of the way. You are not doing this alone.”

Nesta blinked.

Of all the things she had expected Taryn to say—that was not one of them.

But when she looked at Taryn now, really looked at her, she saw it. The resolve. The determination. The way she had already made up her mind, already decided that if Nesta was going to be reckless, she would not be reckless alone.

And Nesta—Nesta didn’t know what to say to that.

So she just nodded.

And for the first time in a long, long time, she didn’t feel like she was standing on the edge of a battlefield alone.

Feyre,

I received your letter. I read every word.

You say this is my choice, that no one will force me, that I set the terms. I wonder if you actually believe that, or if you are only saying what you think will make it easier for me to say yes. Because we both know the truth, don’t we? If I refuse, they will turn to Elain. They will not ask her. They will expect her. And she, like you, will not fight them.

So I will do it.

Not for you. Not for Rhysand, or for your court, or for Cassian, who I am sure sat in that room and said nothing while they spoke of me like I was an object to be used. I will do it so that Elain is never placed in that position. Because I know she will not save herself, so once again, I will do it for her.

But if you truly meant what you said—if this is my choice—then here are my terms:

1. I will research the Dread Trove before I begin. You will send every book, every document, every fragment of knowledge you have on them to me. I will not touch this magic blind. I will know what I am dealing with before I risk waking whatever it is that has been dormant inside me since I was forced into this body.

2. No one will come to me. If I decide to proceed, I will tell you when and where, and I will come on my own terms. If I hear so much as a whisper that Rhysand or any of his Inner Circle plan to drag me into this court like they did before, the deal is off.

3. Taryn is to remain with me at all times. Whatever I do, wherever I go, she will be there. You will not interfere with that. You will not demand that I come alone. You will not dictate who I bring into something you asked me to do.

4. This is the last thing you will ever ask of me. I will give you this. But after this, I owe you nothing. You and your Inner Circle have made it clear that I am tolerated at best, discarded at worst. You do not get to pull me back in only when I am useful to you. When this is done, I walk away, and you let me.

If these terms are met, I will do what you ask. If not, then let Rhysand and his court see how long Elain’s spine holds before she breaks.

I await your response.

—Nesta

Feyre sat in the townhouse, the letter lying before her on the polished wood of the dining table, the parchment creased from where she had folded and unfolded it too many times. It had been two days since she received Nesta’s response, two days of silence, of reading and rereading the words Nesta had sent as if they might change the longer she stared at them. As if they might soften, might make it sound less like a warning, less like a challenge, less like a reminder of how deep the wound between them truly was.

But the words remained the same.

And now, as she looked around at the people gathered before her—the people she had once thought of as her family, the people she had always assumed she could trust—she realized that she hated this moment. Hated what it had come to, what Nesta had been forced into, what she had been forced into. Hated that she had to sit here and speak this into reality.

Feyre inhaled sharply, her fingers tightening in her lap before she lifted her gaze and met Rhysand’s eyes across the room. His expression was unreadable, his power curling around him like a waiting storm, but she didn’t care. She didn’t wait for him to speak first, didn’t wait for anyone to ask what Nesta had said.

“Nesta agreed,” she said, her voice steady, though it didn’t feel like it belonged to her.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Cassian stiffened from where he stood near the hearth, his hazel eyes flickering with something Feyre couldn’t quite place—relief, maybe, but something else too, something worse. Amren only hummed, tapping a single, clawed finger against the rim of her wine glass, as if she had expected nothing less. Morrigan exhaled through her nose, shaking her head slightly, though whether it was in exasperation or something else, Feyre couldn’t tell.

And Rhysand—Rhysand—just inclined his head slightly, slow and deliberate, as if this were nothing more than a calculated victory.

“Good,” he murmured, his voice smooth, unreadable.

Feyre’s stomach curled.

“Good?” she repeated, her fingers curling into fists in her lap, her breath quickening. “That’s all you have to say?”

Rhysand arched a dark brow, tilting his head slightly. “What else is there to say, Feyre darling? This is what we needed.”

Feyre’s lips parted, a protest forming on her tongue, but she bit it back. Because no, it wasn’t what they needed—it was what he needed, what his court needed. It was what Nesta had been backed into. Because there had been no true choice. There had never been a choice, not when the alternative was letting Elain step into that same darkness, not when they all knew Nesta would never allow it.

“There are terms,” Feyre said instead, her voice sharper now, and she felt the room tense at her words, saw Rhysand’s brows draw together slightly in the first flicker of actual surprise she had seen from him since she had spoken.

“Terms?” Amren mused, taking a slow sip from her glass.

“Nesta agreed on her conditions,” Feyre clarified, tapping a finger against the letter still lying on the table. “If we don’t meet them, she walks away. And I—” She swallowed, her throat tight, her next words weighted. “And I will not stop her.”

The air in the room shifted, darkened, something unspoken crackling beneath it.

Rhysand’s fingers curled slightly where they rested against the arm of his chair.

“Let’s hear them, then,” he said, voice carefully neutral, but Feyre knew him, knew the subtle control in his tone, knew the calculation behind it.

She had no doubt he had already considered what demands Nesta might make.

And she had no doubt that, if he didn’t like them, he was already thinking of ways to bend the situation back into his favor.

Feyre inhaled slowly, pressing her hands flat against the table as she looked around at the people she had once considered her family. They were waiting—some with curiosity, others with barely concealed impatience—but none of them seemed surprised that Nesta had not simply agreed. No, they had expected her to resist, expected her to demand something in return, because to them, Nesta was difficult. Nesta was unyielding. Nesta was someone who always had to make things harder than they needed to be.

But Feyre knew the truth.

Nesta’s demands were not about making things harder.

They were about making sure she survived.

She reached for the letter, smoothing the parchment between her fingers before she spoke. “First,” she began, her voice clear, firm, letting the words settle heavily in the tense silence, “Nesta refuses to scry until she has done her own research on the Dread Trove. She wants every book, every document, every bit of information we have, and she will not proceed until she feels she understands exactly what she is dealing with.”

Amren let out a small, amused hum, but Rhysand remained impassive, his violet gaze unreadable.

“She’s being smart,” Cassian said, his arms crossed over his broad chest. “It’s not unreasonable.”

“No,” Amren agreed, swirling the wine in her glass. “But it will slow things down.”

Feyre didn’t care about that.

“Second,” she continued, ignoring Amren’s comment, “No one is to go to her. She will decide when and where this happens, and she will come on her own terms.”

Rhysand exhaled sharply through his nose, his lips pressing into a thin line. “She wants to control the meeting.”

“She deserves to control the meeting,” Feyre corrected, her gaze steady, “after what we did to her last time.”

Rhysand said nothing, but his jaw ticked.

“Third,” Feyre went on, “Taryn will remain with her at all times. She will not do this alone, and we are not to interfere with that.”

That was when Morrigan scoffed.

“She needs a babysitter now?” she muttered, shaking her head.

“She needs someone she trusts,” Feyre snapped, glaring at her. “And given everything that’s happened, that person is not any of us.”

Morrigan pursed her lips, but said nothing more.

Feyre took another breath, bracing herself for the last demand, the one she knew would stir something far more dangerous in the room.

“And finally,” she said, looking directly at Rhysand now, “Nesta has made it clear that after this, she is done. She will not owe us anything, she will not be called upon again, and we will let her go.”

The silence that followed was heavy.

Rhysand’s gaze darkened, his fingers flexing slightly on the arm of his chair.

“She means to walk away,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, but filled with something dangerous.

“Yes,” Feyre confirmed. “And we will let her.”

Rhysand didn’t answer immediately. He only leaned back slightly, his expression calm—too calm.

“And if she doesn’t find the Trove?” he asked, his voice smooth, unbothered. “If she fails?”

Feyre clenched her jaw. “Then that’s it. She still walks away.”

Rhysand’s eyes flickered with something she couldn’t name, and she hated that she had to spell it out for him, hated that she had to make it clear that failure would not mean owing them something more.

“These are her terms,” Feyre finished. “If we do not accept them, then she will refuse. And I won’t force her.”

Another stretch of silence.

Then, finally, Rhysand exhaled slowly.

“We accept.”

But Feyre knew—she knew—that this was not the end of it.

Feyre nodded, the tension in her shoulders not easing, not even slightly. Even though Rhysand had said we accept, she knew it wasn’t that simple. She could feel it in the way his gaze lingered on her, in the way his power curled subtly around the room—not threatening, not yet, but there. Always there.

And then, as expected, he spoke again.

“We have some demands as well,” Rhysand said smoothly, his voice calm, but Feyre wasn’t fooled.

Of course, he did. Of course, this wasn’t enough for him.

“First,” he began, tapping a single finger against the armrest of his chair, “Nesta will be given everything we have on the Dread Trove, but she will not delay indefinitely. Research is fine. Stalling is not. We need results, and we need them quickly.”

Feyre’s stomach twisted.

“You said this was her choice,” she said carefully, already sensing the trap.

“It is,” Rhysand said, tilting his head slightly, “but this is war, Feyre. If she needs time, she will get it. But if weeks pass and she has found nothing, we will need to reconsider our options.”

Feyre swallowed the sharp retort threatening to rise.

“Second,” Rhysand continued, “if she finds the Trove, she will not take possession of any of the objects. She will not attempt to use them, nor will she keep anything from us. The moment we locate them, they belong to this court and will be handled as we see fit.”

“She never wanted them,” Feyre snapped.

Rhysand’s gaze flicked toward her, unreadable. “Then it shouldn’t be a problem, should it?”

Feyre’s nails dug into her palms.

“Third,” he went on, “we accept that she will not come to us, that she will dictate the terms of where and when she will scry—but the moment she agrees to do it, she will be accompanied by one of our own. Cassian, preferably.”

Cassian tensed beside the hearth, but Rhysand didn’t look at him.

“Taryn will be there,” Feyre countered.

“Taryn is not of this court,” Rhysand said flatly. “Nesta may trust her, but we do not. This is dangerous magic, and I will not risk someone outside of this court interfering.”

Feyre knew it wasn’t just about safety. It was about control. About ensuring that when Nesta did this, there would be someone loyal to him present.

“And lastly,” Rhysand said, his voice quieting just slightly, “if she refuses, if she abandons this effort after agreeing to it, if she walks away before the job is done—then we will ask Elain.”

Feyre’s blood chilled.

“You promised—” she started, voice sharp, but Rhysand held up a hand.

“Nesta walks away when this is done,” he said, “but if she chooses to leave before that, if she refuses after leading us halfway—then we have no choice, Feyre. You know that as well as I do.”

Feyre could barely breathe.

“These are our terms,” Rhysand finished, his voice like silk-wrapped steel. “Now, do we have an agreement?”

Feyre knew.

She knew this wasn’t a negotiation.

It was a leash. A pretty, delicate leash, tied around Nesta’s throat, giving her just enough room to believe she was free—until they pulled.

The silence stretched, thick and unbearable, suffocating the room like a heavy shroud. Feyre was still reeling, still trying to form the words to push back against what Rhysand had just laid out, to argue, to fight—but before she could, another voice spoke up.

“I’ll do it.”

Elain’s voice was soft, deceptively gentle, but the words landed like a blow, ringing through the room with quiet finality.

Feyre turned toward her so fast her vision blurred, her breath catching in her throat.

Elain sat with her hands folded delicately in her lap, her posture as perfect as ever, her expression unreadable save for the slight furrow between her brows, as if she were considering something entirely logical, something practical. But Feyre knew her sister, knew her well enough to hear the slight tremor beneath her words, the way her fingers twitched ever so slightly, how she wasn’t looking at anyone directly.

“If Nesta can’t do it,” Elain continued, her voice still soft, still calm, “then I will.”

No hesitation. No uncertainty. As if it were simple. As if this were just a natural conclusion. As if the idea of scrying again, of reaching into the unknown, of inviting the Cauldron back into her mind—back into her body—was just something that could be decided with the same weight as choosing tea or coffee.

“It wouldn’t be fair,” Elain added, her fingers curling slightly in her lap now. “To let Nesta do all the work.”

Feyre froze.

And from across the room, she felt the shift in Azriel before she saw it.

A stiffening of his shoulders, the faintest flicker of movement, the slight parting of his lips like he might—might—step in. But he didn’t.

He didn’t say a single word.

But his shadows coiled tighter around him, moving more restlessly than before.

Feyre looked back at Elain, at the way she held herself with that perfect, poised grace. And it hit her, really hit her—Elain wasn’t volunteering because she wanted to help. She was doing it because she knew.

She knew what would happen if she didn’t.

She knew that if Nesta refused outright, they would come for her. That the Inner Circle, for all their assurances, for all their quiet murmurs of choice and autonomy, would turn to her next. And rather than let it happen to her, rather than let them decide for her—

Elain was offering herself up.

Like a lamb at the altar.

Like a girl who had spent her whole life watching and learning how to survive in a world where power decided everything.

“Elain,” Feyre whispered, a lump forming in her throat, but Elain only looked at her, her brown eyes steady, empty.

And for the first time in a long, long time, Feyre wondered—

Had she ever really known her sisters at all?

Amren let out a low hum, tapping her clawed fingers against the rim of her glass before exhaling sharply. She barely spared a glance at Feyre as she said, “I’ll have everything sent to Nesta.”

It was said so simply, so easily, as if it were just another matter of business. As if they hadn’t spent the last half hour debating, maneuvering, twisting this situation into something palatable for them all. As if this wasn’t the beginning of something that could not be undone.

Feyre sighed, her shoulders sinking slightly, the tension creeping in like ice beneath her skin.

This was happening.

It didn’t matter that Nesta had her terms, that Feyre had tried to put up a fight, that she had stood her ground in a way she never truly had before. It didn’t matter that she had felt, for just a fleeting moment, like maybe—maybe—she had won something.

Because Rhysand had made his own terms, had laid his own trap, and now Elain was stepping in before the fight had even truly begun.

It didn’t matter.

Because now the game had started.

Nesta was in. The pieces were moving. The Dread Trove, Briallyn, the war looming in the distance—it was all real now.

And Feyre—Feyre hated it.

She hated that she had no way to stop it now, that she had no way to tell Nesta to run, no way to undo what had already been done.

She hated that when Rhysand nodded once, satisfied, she knew—she knew—that this had gone exactly as he had expected it to.

Nesta,

You said you would do this on your terms. We have ours.

I will send everything we have on the Dread Trove to you as soon as possible. You will have access to every record, every document, every shred of knowledge we have collected. But you will not delay indefinitely. We are running out of time. Take the days, the weeks you need—but know that the longer you wait, the more risk we all face.

We will not come to you, as you requested. You will choose when and where this happens. But when you do, one of our own will be present. You may bring Taryn. We will not interfere with that. But Cassian—or another member of this court—will also be there. That is not up for debate.

You will not touch the Dread Trove once it is found. You will not attempt to wield them, claim them, or hide them from us. They belong to this court, and they will be dealt with accordingly. I trust you never wanted them to begin with, so this should not be a problem.

And finally—if you agree to this, if you begin this task, then you will see it through. If you abandon this effort, if you walk away before we have what we need, then we will ask Elain.

She has already agreed.

You asked for your freedom after this. If you complete the task, you will have it. You will not be called upon again. You will owe us nothing. But I will not lie to you, Nesta—if you refuse partway through, if you leave us with nothing, then we have no choice but to turn to her.

These are our terms. Accept them, and this arrangement stands. Refuse them, and we will move forward without you.

You decide.

—Feyre

Rhysand,

I accept.

The books, the records, the knowledge I requested—I expect them to be sent immediately. I will not be rushed. I will determine when I have enough information to proceed, and I will not tolerate pressure from you or anyone else in your court. I will not stall, but I will not be pushed.

I will choose the location and the time, and I will come as agreed. Cassian may be present. No one else. If I find that you or anyone else has interfered, if you send your spies, if I so much as sense that you are attempting to manipulate this process, the deal is off.

You say the Trove belongs to this court. I say the Trove belongs to no one. You are right—I do not want them. But you will not use me to retrieve them just to turn them into another weapon at your disposal. If I so much as suspect that is your intention, I will make sure they are lost forever.

And as for your final condition—the threat you so carefully wrapped in diplomatic phrasing—Elain will not scry. You can repeat the words all you like, can tell yourselves that she agreed, but we both know the truth. You will not need to ask her, because I will finish what I start. But let me be very, very clear: If you ever turn that power on her, if you ever try to use her as leverage again, you will regret it.

I do this, and then I am free.

I do not want your court, your approval, or your interference in my life. This is the last thing you will ever ask of me. After this, you will leave me alone.

If you do not abide by these terms, if you try to twist them to suit yourself, then you had best hope you never need my help again.

—Nesta

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