#sorry that took so long to answer i had to dig around and think

[ssentimentals]

Hi love! I hope you're having a wonderful day!

I'm here to request from your prompt list if that's okay?

#3 with wonwoo fluff thank you !!! 💜💜

I love your writing style sooooo much I just wanted to let you know thank youuu

hi baby, i hope you're having a wonderful day too! of course it's okay to request, thank you for doing so and thank you for your kind words, they mean the world!💜

prompt: 'you never came to bed last night.'

when wonwoo finds you curled in an uncomfortable position on the sofa, he pauses and pinches himself lightly to make sure he's not hallucinating. he rubs his eyes for a good measure, but no, it's definitely you on that sofa, fast asleep in your last night's clothes. his heart instantly skyrockets up to his throat from nerves - why are you here? why did you decide to sleep on the sofa instead of coming to the bed to him? wonwoo can swear that you two were fine when you left to work yesterday morning - what happened in between? you told him to not wait for you because you had this work event and wonwoo didn't even notice how he fell asleep, too tired from this hell of a week. nervously, he walks quietly to the kitchen for a glass of water and when he comes back, you're already rubbing your eyes sleepily, looking so adorable that it tugs on his heartstrings.

'morning, love.' he carefully holds you the glass of water.

you blink twice at him before slowly sitting up anf reaching for the water with a small smile. you don't look mad, he supposes. but you must be or else why would you decide to sleep on the sofa?

'morning, woo.' you mumble, yawning. you lie back on the sofa, pulling your legs closer to your chest and giving him space to sit. 'what time is it?'

'around nine,' wonwoo answers, sitting hesitantly.

you sound just like you usually do in the mornings, nothing indicates that something is wrong. unsurely, he gently touches your ankle and breathes out sigh of relief when you stretch your legs out, moving them on top of his with a comfortable familiarity. you wouldn't have been like that if something bad happened, surely. then why-

'is... everything okay?' he asks quietly.

you hum questioningly and when wonwoo doesn't offer anything else, you open your eyes, turning your head to look at him. 'yes? why, did something happen?'

'you never came to bed last night,' wonwoo says, tracing circles on your knees. he doesn't meet your gaze, not now. 'i figured something happened if you decided not to sleep on our bed with me.'

at first you look confused but then you mutter 'oh' and pull your legs away from him. wonwoo freezes at the lack of physical contact, his mind instantly dives to the worst thing - that he fucked up, badly. he only feels like he can breathe again, when you move closer to his side, leaning on his shoulder with a yawn. 'i'm not fully awake yet,' you mumble, slurring your words a little right into his shoulder. 'but no, woo, nothing bad happened. i just came so late, i didn't want to disturb you.'

wonwoo frowns. he carefully wraps his arm around your waist. 'you never do,' he says, thinking whether he once acted like you bothered him, ever. 'i'm sorry for not waiting for you, i took those pills you told me about last time and they just knocked me out, i guess.'

'they and your general tiredness,' you say, looking up. your chin digs painfully into his shoulder, but he pays it no mind, finally meeting your gaze. you don't look mad, you look worried. 'it was a bad week babe, wasn't it? you didn't really sleep.'

yeah, it was shitty. too bad that you caught on it though. 'i'm fine,' wonwoo says, tightening his grip on your waist. 'and it'd be better if you woke up sliding next to me on the bed instead of me finding you sleeping on the sofa.'

wonwoo doesn't say that he doesn't like sleeping not next to you. he doesn't say how he is so used to having you in his arms every night, that at nights when he doesn't, his limbs ache with longing. instead he whispers: 'i will wait for you next time. and pick you up from events too. sorry, love.'

'nothing to be sorry for,' you assure him and it's sincere, he can tell by the look in your eyes. you carefully stand up and pull him with you, smiling. 'let's go to our bed and sleep some more, yeah? make up for not sleeping together yesterday?'

wonwoo's body sags in relief. god, yes. 'yeah,' he leans in and kisses your forehead. 'yeah, love, let's go.'

a/n: oooh, whenever i write fluff, i feel like i come back to my usual self <3 hope you liked it! - nini

my other seventeen works are here

request your own here

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

For the writers asks :)

4, 5, 8, 19, 30 & 38!

Hi, thank you!!! 😊

4. Post a screenshot of one of your favorite comments

This is mean. :( So many of them are from you, @truedairship, @theleotorrio, and @tinknevertalks . I also have 1000 things in my inbox (literally, so going through all that and which ones pertain to my stories is...ugh. But anyway, I'm doing two).

Hehe, I just love the enthusiasm of these two.

5. Quote one of your fics out of context

The young man, dressed in a very fine suit and carrying a pewter wine glass instead of one of the pewter or wooden tankards more common in the pubs, looked surprised by her reaction. "It's all right, crvena lisica," he said, laughing in a way that Helen didn't like. She also had no clue what he called her. "I only want to buy you a drink. There's no need to look so frightened." The laugh made Helen angry and ashamed at the same time. She was trying to keep herself together and it was so very obvious to other people. And this young man was a rather good looking specimen. He had brown hair combed back from his face, blue eyes, and was rather old, probably near his mid twenties. He was handsome and better dressed than any of the men in the town, though the mustache he was growing was not something she thought looked nice on him. Helen was both flattered and intimidated that he had singled her out, but reminded herself it was probably due to the color of her dress. It was eye-catching and unconventional.

This is from Tesla's Moving Castle (crvena lisica is Serbian for red fox)

8. Share the last line that you wrote

"We need to discuss this. Unless you don't want to be included." Nikola looked wounded and Helen regretted saying it. But if he wasn't going to face this situation with her properly, she was going to have to deal with it herself. Which she didn't want to do if she didn't have to. "What else do you suggest we do, Nikola? Everyone deserves to be happy and feel safe in their own home. I'll wager your flock isn't feeling as happy as you'd like them to.

This is from the third installment of 'The Pigeon Keeper Chronicles'.

19. What headcanon do you always include in your stories?

Uhh...I'm not sure how many it's actually made it into because it doesn't always come up, but I make sure I include my headcanon that Ashley was born in London and James took care of Helen during her pregnancy there, when I can. It just has lovely vibes to me and no one can take it away from me.

30. Which fic would you most like to have its own fanfic written for?

Oof, that's so hard! I don't know, really. I don't know how many of my fics are good enough to deserve someone putting that sort of effort and dedication into something like that.

Enigmatic Confections, maybe? Right now I'm saying that because I just realized how many one-shots I've written and I'm not really vibing with Stargate SG-1 right now. Confections is also my longest fic, so there's plenty of material there.

38. Pick three of your fics and share a song to go with each

Now this is more my speed.

Enigmatic Confections 's song is: It's Alright by Mother Mother (I used this song for Helen's confessions and Nikola's reactions to them and I'm going to use it again because it's a gentle song for the story)

Akhkharu 's song is: Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths (I felt this really suited Helen's mentality of becoming a vampire by force and Nikola and Will trying to convince her she'll be the same)

Bleeding Through the Blue 's song is: Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez (I feel this really suits the dreamworld and Helen's mentality in the story, considering there is no real way to tell what's real and what's not)

[wild-jackalope]

summary :: the times things went wrong during sex! Featuring my favs; Gojo, Choso, Yuji, Megumi and Toge.

warning :: sex, awkward sex (it happens), safe sex!

note :: all characters are of age!

Satoru (the sound)

The two of you had been going for some time, your third round of the night. Satoru had done a particularly good job in making you utterly wet, which was now the cause of your chest threatening to burst with laughter.

Whenever Satoru buried himself deep in you, it caused an odd kind of squelching noise. You placed your hand over your mouth, giggling against it.

Satoru had come to a gradual halt, noticing your puffs weren’t the moaning kind. “You’re laughing?” He asked in a tone that conveyed he was judging your juvenile sense of humour.

“I’m sorry, it’s just funny! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin the mood. Please continue.” It’d only taken a moment of silence before you laughed again, now joined by Satoru.

“Jeez, you’re stupid.”

Choso (too long)

It had been around 20 minutes, Choso was still panting against your neck with his dick buried deep inside you, rutting against your insides.

You’d already reached your climax 10 minutes ago, so now his dick felt like it was giving you an inside gut punch.

“Choso, you close?” You huffed, clawing at his back.

“Almost there, my love.”

You whined, staring up at the ceiling and debating how much longer you could keep up. You’d already tried clenching around him, but hadn’t seemed to help and making out only made him slow down to appreciate your kisses.

You tapped on his shoulder, sighing gratefully when he slowed to a stop.

“Can we take a break? I’m feeling a little raw.”

His eyes seemed to widen with the realisation and he slipped out of you. “I’m so sorry for not noticing.”

“No no, it’s fine baby just give me a little bit and I’ll be okay.”

Yuji (no protection)

You’d been making out for at least an hour, with Yuji’s body pushing you into his mattress and his hands cupping your rounded curves.

He’d barely even broken from your lips to pull out his desk drawer and feel around for a condom. However his hand failed to brush against any wrappers.

“Fuck, I forgot to buy my condoms.”

“Are you serious?”

The two of you were well horny by now, each reeling from the effects of arousal.

Yuji eyed you carefully, face flushed and expression needy. You leaned back into the bed defensively.

“We’re not doing it raw.” You stated. He exhaled sharply.

“I know, I know. Damn.”

Megumi (came quickly)

You straddled him, sliding carefully onto his cock before relaxing at his base. This was a position neither of you had tried before, both your excitement was palpable from the way his dick twitched and how your pussy gushed.

He breathed sharply, fingers digging into your thighs holding you still. He needed to pace himself, otherwise this would be over too soon.

Playfully, you clenched your walls around him.

“Shit.”

His hips bucked into you, humping out his orgasm. You felt warm cum pool into the condom, causing you to shiver. “Already?” You asked.

He only responded by palming his face, covering his embarrassment from you.

“You must really like me topping you.” You grinned, kissing the hand that covered his face.

“Shut up.”

Toge (poor communication)

“You want…”

“Bonito flakes.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, face red and utterly flustered. “Crap. This is really hard. I can’t tell what you want me to do.”

He wanted you to relax and not overthink things.

“I don’t know where I can touch you. Do you even want me to touch you? Do you even want to have sex?” You asked, fretting that you had gotten the wrong idea.

Toge rolled his eyes. One would think him making out with you until your lips were red raw and touching every sensitive part of your body was a good indicator that yes, he did want to have sex. “Salmon.”

His answer only further worried you. So instead of attempting to talk, Toge took your hand and placed it on his crotch, letting you feel how hard he’d gotten.

You flushed.

“Right, I think I understand now..”

[eitaababe]

Could I request a Jj x reader angst but with a happy ending ? Reader and Jj get into a fight and he says nasty things to her and they don’t speak for days until he sees her at a party where someone is flirting with her and they talk it out ?

TALK IT OUT.

jj maybank x kook! reader.

[ a/n ; this took entirely way too long for me to finish but lol hope you enjoy! ]

—

"JJ?" you called out softly, hearing the familiar onset of knocks at your bedroom window.

You could spot him through the glass– wearing a new bruise on his cheek. Sleepiness long forgotten, you jumped out of bed, quickly opening your window and ushering him in.

"Hey, Princess." He grinned the same toothy smile, as if his left cheek wasn't currently throbbing. Complying with your fussy movements, he sat at the edge of the bed, watching you rummage quietly around for a first aid kit.

You huffed, heading to your bathroom before coming back, the small bag in hand. "Jesus, what happened?" You muttered, more of a hypothetical question than anything else.

"You should see the other guy." He lightly jokes, avoiding the question altogether. It was like this every time– he'd show up, beaten and bruised, refusing to acknowledge the seriousness of the situation. And you knew it was coming from home, but JJ never let you catch onto more than that.

"JJ." You finally sighed out, tone stern.

"Y/n." He responded, grinning like a fool.

"I'm serious," you huffed. "You gotta tell me what's going on. This- this isn't healthy-"

"What, you want me to stop coming over here? I don't got anywhere else to go!" He scoffed, suddenly defensive.

"I want you to be honest with me!" You pleaded, still sitting at the edge of the bed, looking up as he paced throughout your room. "I know there's something going on at home, and I want to help, JJ-"

"You want me to be honest?" He breathed out, tongue poking at his cheek before he spoke up again. "Alright. Yeah, here's honesty- you live such a perfect life, princess. Nice house, nice family, living on figure 8. And you're what- hanging out with me? Some dirt bag from the cut? You wouldn't get what my life's like- alright? You can't understand."

"But I want to understand," you breathed out, standing and trying to meet his eyes. "If you'd just let me-"

"God, Y/n, I'm not some charity case! What, you gonna call CPS on me? Try and fix me? I'm already fucked up, I get that. But I don't need your fake pity. This- I don't know what you thought this was," he scoffs, each word digging further into your chest like a blade, "But this isn't a relationship, princess. It was just fun, okay? So stop tryin' to get all sappy-feely on me."

You recoiled at his words, going quiet. Your mind raced through all your times together, the pillow talks, late night rendezvous at the beach, or even the small and intimate moments where he'd come over, relying on you to patch him up and inevitably staying the night in your bed.

"Right," you agreed softly, missing the subtle regret on his face. "Sorry."

"Princess-"

"No, no, you're right," you shook your head, breathing out. "It's just casual. I shouldn't have overstepped," you cleared your throat, nodding towards the window. "You should go."

He went quiet, mouth opening and closing as if he tried to think of what to say in response. But he settled for a quick nod, crawling back out the window.

You don't reach out the next couple of days, ignoring JJ's attempts of trying to make small talk. But you'd caught yourself sulking in bed, deciding you needed to make a change. Sarah had coaxed you out of bed, deciding that a party with the kooks would be the best way to let loose.

You had your doubts, but she wouldn't take no for an answer.

So there you stood, next to the bonfire with a beer in hand. The night had been completely uneventful, until you were approached by some other party goer. You knew of the boy, his name has started with an E. Ethan? Evan? You racked your brain, plastering on a polite smile as he greeted you.

"Hey, Y/n," he grinned, nodding your way. "Having fun?"

"Hey, E..." you trailed off, a shy, slightly bashful smile on your face.

"Eden." He finished for you, chuckling. "Where's your bodyguard?"

You furrowed a brow, confused before it clicked. You and JJ always ended up at parties together, many aware of the unofficial official relationship you two had. It was another cruel reminder of his absence, but you pulled yourself out of it.

"Maybank? He's not- we're not really.."

"So you're available?" Eden grinned, his once boyish grin morphing into something that could only cause discomfort. You glanced around, hoping for an outlet out of the conversation.

"Okay, even if I was-" you scoffed, eyes widening when he took a step closer, the alcohol all consuming from his breath.

"Nah, cmon, let's go-"

"Hey, dickwad!"

You'd never been so happy to hear the familiar voice, turning and relaxing at the sight of his messy locks. JJ's arms were immediately on you, wrapping over your shoulder. "Tryin' to steal my girl?"

"Woah, she told me-"

"Get lost," JJ cut him off, grinning and waving him off with a gesture. Once he was out of sight, the blonde turned back to you, expression softening with concern. "You alright, baby? He didn't try anything, did-"

"I'm fine." You muttered, pulling back from his hold. You didn't meet his eye, your cold tone causing his shoulders to droop.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" He sighed, looking down at you. He paused, trying to collect his scattered thoughts. "I just- I've never really done anything more than hookups-"

"That's not an excuse-"

"Let me finish, woman," he huffed, pressing a finger over your lips to shut you up, suppressing a grin at the cute pout on your face. "I know it's not an excuse. But I got scared, and I didn't mean it, okay? It's just- you're perfect. You're from this great, rich, and nice family and I'm just- I'm just me. I'm broke, I have a dad who beats me, dirt poor-"

"You don't have to berate yourself so much, it's making me start to feel bad." You grumbled out, looking down at the space between you two.

"So you're sayin' it's working?" He grinned, lowering his head to meet your eyes. As the corners of your mouth quirked up, he pushed further. "Cmon, princess, y'know I'm sorry. Won't happen again."

You huffed at the promise, rolling your eyes. "Promise?"

"Scout's honor." JJ teased, eyes twinkling as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Any cold facade you'd put on melted at that, as you leaned in, head burying into his chest. "Asshole."

"I know." He laughed, playfully tickling your side. "And 'm sorry. Promise I'll talk with you about all that stuff."

"Good," you nodded, smiling softly up at him.

"Great," JJ added, grinning back. "Now can we please go back to the party so we can watch a drunk Kie yell about saving those damn turtles?"

[runnning-outof-time]

Talk of the Town | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @red-riding-wood

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: (Y/N)'s had enough of the whispering that always seems to happen when she's out and around Small Heath.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2694

A/N: I’m back!! I’m sorry it took so long for me to share this, and I hope it won’t be so long before I’m sharing another story. The two prompts I was given to use are bolded in the fic - I hope you don’t mind how I used them. Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! — YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Comment/Message me if you’d like to be tagged!

(Y/N) sat down at one of the empty tables, excited to try one of the new menu items at her favorite café. It had been a while since she indulged herself in one of these sorts of treats, so she was more than ready to dig in.

Her peaceful reverie didn't last long. She was only minutes into her lunch when she began to hear whispers from the table of women to her right.

"I think that's her," one of them whispered. "That's Tommy Shelby's girl."

"Are you sure?" another asked, pulling a face as she glanced in (Y/N)'s direction, "she looks too...good."

"Yeah, I'm sure," the first responded, "I've seen her out with him."

"I wonder if she knows about the things he's involved in?" the third woman entered the conversation, pondering aloud to her friend.

"She has to," the first responded.

"I'm not too sure," the second said, "I'm not sure I'd be able to show my face like this if I was going home to a man like that," she reasoned.

"Hmm, I'm not sure I'd mind going home to him though," the first woman commented, a grin forming on her face as she leaned closer to her friends, who were also grinning.

(Y/N) almost lost her appetite when she heard the direction their conversation was heading in. She couldn't believe that they were speaking so candidly about her and her partner's relationship...and that they were doing so while sitting so close to her. They had to know that she was able to hear them.

"I'm going to ask her what it's like to share a bed with a gangster," the third woman announced, ready to get the answers straight from the topic’s mouth.

"No! You can't just walk over to her and ask that!" the first woman hissed, her eyes widening as she reached out to grab her friend's arm before she could leave the table.

That was when (Y/N) focused her eyes back on the plate in front of her. She waited on baited breath and silently hoped that the first friend would get the third to sit down. Thankfully the former's attempts to stop the latter worked, and the women decided to switch topics after that.

She thought that that would have been the last she heard from those women, but nothing could have prepared her for the fact that one of them - the third one that was hoping to speak to her earlier - decided to stop her as she was discarding her trash.

"You're with Tommy Shelby, right?" the voice came from behind, making (Y/N) quickly turn.

"I am," she answered, a bit of surprise laced into her voice.

"How do you do it?" the woman asked.

"What do you mean?" (Y/N) was now confused.

"How do you live with the fact that he's taking directly from the pockets of the poor and doesn't think twice about hurting anyone who stands in his way?" the woman didn't even think about what would be considered proper, and that truly shocked (Y/N).

Had she really said that to a complete stranger? And why was she saying such things about her partner?

It took her a moment to collect her thoughts. She blinked several times before responding, "I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you're talking about. Tommy's family doesn't run their business like that."

There was a moment of pause between the two as the other woman looked at (Y/N) kind of like she was waiting for her to say that she was joking and that she knew exactly why the Shelby family operated the way they did. But (Y/N)'s expression of confusion didn't change.

"You really...you really don't know how he handles business?" there was now surprise in the other woman's voice.

"I don't understand what you're saying, I've just told you that's not how they handle things," (Y/N) doubled down on her previous response.

"He must keep you locked away from certain parts of his life then," the woman stated, stifling her laughter. "Tommy Shelby's a full out gangster, darling."

A bit of incredulousness seeped into (Y/N)'s expression upon hearing the woman's statement. "I'm quite honestly insulted that you would speak of another woman's partner like that. Have you no manners?" she asked with a scoff.

"It's the truth. Everyone around town knows it," the other woman shrugged.

"It's still rude to suggest," (Y/N) responded, pursing her lips together tightly as she tried to keep composed. "Good day," she said then, tilting her chin up as she walked away from the woman without letting her get another word in.

No matter how hard she tried, the words of the woman at the café wouldn't leave (Y/N)'s mind. By the time she reached the home she lived on on Watery Lane, her frustration was just about to the point of boiling over. She didn't even care that she had slammed the door to the home shut.

"Goodness. Hello, (Y/N)," Polly's surprised, but still steady, voice made (Y/N) realize that she hadn't shut the door to an empty home.

"Hi, Pol," the younger woman was terse with her greeting.

Polly was able to feel the frustration as it was practically radiating off of (Y/N). She watched the younger woman carefully as she stood stiff in her spot, balling her fists and opening them in hopes that it would help regulate the emotions she was feeling.

"Well..." the older woman paused, letting out a sigh before continuing, "what is wrong with you?" she asked. She didn't say it in any demeaning sort of way, even though it may have sounded like such. If anything, she was concerned...(Y/N) rarely got flustered like this, so it wasn't hard to pick up that something had bothered her.

"I'm sick and tired of people treating me like I am some sort of animal stuck in captivity! Everywhere I go all I hear is whispers, and sometimes they lead to questions that make me look like a fool when I answer them, and I'm not sure how much more of it I can take!" (Y/N) didn't hold back from expressing what was frustrating her.

Polly pursed her lips. She gave the younger woman a once over, seeing how she was practically shaking with aggravation. She was just about to speak when (Y/N) exited the room.

The silence didn't persist for long though. The younger woman’s exit was followed by a sound of slight struggle and then a crash, which prompted a string of curse words. Polly stayed in her seat, knowing that her assistance wasn't something she would want in this situation.

The door opened again moments later, and this time Tommy walked through it. He immediately picked up on the expression Polly was wearing as well as the leftover tension in the room.

"What?" he asked his aunt, his eyebrows raising in question.

"(Y/N)'s in the kitchen," the older woman responded, pursing her lips after she spoke.

Tommy turned his head to the left slightly and kept his raised brow expression as if to say 'and?'.

Polly also responded nonverbally, widening her eyes and nodding her head in the direction of the kitchen, her way of saying 'see for yourself'.

Tommy sighed, removing his peaked cap and shoving it into one of his suit jacket pockets as he began walking towards the kitchen. It's always fucking something, went through his mind as he crossed the room's threshold. That thought immediately vanished when he saw the woman he was proud to call 'his' on the ground cleaning up a mess of cooking utensils. "What happened, love?" he asked her, his voice making her eyes snap from the floor to look in his direction. It didn't take long for him to see the puffiness surrounding them; she'd been crying.

"I just wanted to fix myself something to eat and when I went to open the drawer to grab a spoon it got stuck, because they're all stuffed into the same bloody drawer even though there are other places for them, and so I pulled on it and the drawer came out," she answered in a rambling mess, her frustration shining through in her words. She then bit on her bottom lip as it began to tremble, the earlier conversation flooding back in her mind as the topic of it was now standing in front of her. Tears began to brim in her eyes and she quickly looked away so Tommy wouldn't catch them.

But, of course, he did. "They're just utensils in a drawer, love. It's no harm done," he tried to tell her that it wasn't something worth crying over.

(Y/N) let out a choked laugh, shaking her head as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. "It's not the utensils, Tommy," she said, continuing to shake her head as she spoke.

"Then what is it?" he asked with furrowed eyebrows.

There was a pause. (Y/N) was unsure if she should bring what happened earlier up, or if she should let it rest. She was no longer angry, just upset that people - whom she'd never met - thought they had her and Tommy's relationship figured out. "I'm tired of defending myself," she sighed, deciding to go right to the heart of it all instead of beating around the bush.

Tommy was still confused. He was still stuck on the broken drawer and mess of utensils to understand why she'd respond that way.

(Y/N) was able to see that. With another sigh, she stood up and closed the distance between them. "There's so many people whispering...about you and I, and about the things that you do. I try my best to ignore them, but today a woman came up to me and asked directly how I could live with what you do. I felt like such a fool being placed in that position because it seems that people have a different opinion on your business than I. I'm just...I'm tired of being the talk of the town."

Tommy listened intently as (Y/N) shared her frustrations with him. He could hear how much these comments had been eating her up inside, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel an anger brewing towards these people. How could they choose the times when he wasn't around to get to the person that meant most to him?

"What type of business are you running?" (Y/N) asked after the silence had prevailed for a few moments.

It was a question that made Tommy clench his jaw and avert his eyes to the floor. He didn't quite know what to feel now. He wasn't angry at the fact that (Y/N) had essentially found out about what was actually happening outside of the betting shop floor…he wasn’t exactly hiding it from her. He was angry at the fact that it was people around town who told her about it. It was always his hope that he could keep her out of that side of things. She didn't need that darkness dimming her light.

"Tommy?" she softly prodded him, hoping for an answer.

"I do what I need to do to get things done, (Y/N)," he finally answered her, his voice flat.

His response didn't give much up front, but she was able to read between the lines of it. She exhaled a breath as his eyes met hers once more. "What happened to being honest with the business?"

"When has bein' honest gotten us anything, eh?" he asked her, his one eyebrow quirked in an inquisitorial manner.

(Y/N) sighed, unable to stop the corner of her lips from raising as she looked away for a moment and exhaled a laugh. She let out a sigh then, bringing her hand up to run it across her face. She truly didn't know what to think now.

"Are you upset?" Tommy's question broke the silence this time.

"Yes..." she paused, looking at him again, "but not at you," she made sure to clarify.

Tommy pulled a face in response to her statement, one that asked for her to continue.

"I'm upset that people feel the need to comment on my relationship with you, and that they..." she paused, dropping eye contact as she turned away from him, not wanting him to see how their words still affected her. She took a deep breath before continuing, "that they see me as too much of a fool to be with you."

She couldn't help but laugh at herself as she finished her statement. Maybe you are a fool because you don't know what he really does, she thought to herself. She thought she’d know everything about someone she’d been with for just about six years now. Hell she helped Polly keep the betting shop afloat while the boys were off fighting in France. She knew how things worked in the business. But these whispers started sometime after they returned. With the start of 1919 came (Y/N)'s wondering of why so many people were suddenly interested in the life of Tommy Shelby.

"Hey," Tommy stepped towards her, reaching out and taking hold of her left arm so that he could gently turn her back to face him. Doing so effectively brought her out of her thoughts and made her focus on him again. "Fuck what they have to say," he told her, a devilish grin forming on his lips as he attempted to lighten the mood.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened upon hearing his statement, and she brought her hands up to softly smack his shoulders. "Tommy!" she gasped, her mouth still gaped slightly in surprise. Could that really be his response?, she questioned herself before voicing her disbelief, "I can't believe that's your response," she said while laughing slightly.

"What they say doesn't matter, love," he told her, snaking his arms around her waist so that he could pull her closer to him.

"But still..."

"But nothing," he cut her off, his eyebrows raised. (Y/N) sighed and let her hands rest on his shoulders. The feeling of his suit jacket's material beneath her fingertips made her relax. Tommy truly felt like home to her. Just being in his arms for these mere seconds was making her feel better. "You and me...we're ok, right?" he asked her then, his voice soft as he waited intently for her answer. She was able to feel his gaze on her, but she kept her eyes fixed on his collar, her fingers running against the lapels of his jacket. "Right?" he asked again when he didn't receive a response, pressing his fingers against her sides as he pulled her slightly closer to him.

His actions made her let out a surprised giggle as their heads touched, and it also made her look at him once more. "We're ok," she affirmed, a smile now present on her lips as she continued playing with his lapels, "I just want you to stay safe."

"Always," he whispered, a smile playing on his lips as he assured her.

"And you'll let me in?" her voice was softer now as she looked at him through her eyelashes.

"I will," he whispered, his eyes flitting down to her lips.

"Good, because I need to have something to tell the women who just can't keep their thoughts to themselves," she stated, placing her hands on his cheeks so that she could raise his eyes to meet hers again. She knew what he was thinking of doing.

"(Y/N), fuck..."

"What they say, I know," she finished his sentence for him, smiling as he exhaled a laugh, "maybe..." she trailed off, a bit of a mischievous smile playing on her lips, "maybe I'll just tell them how good this is..."

"What's that?" was all Tommy was able to get out before (Y/N) closed the space and pressed her lips to his.

And if she did tell the whisperers about that, she'd indeed have them wondering.

MASTERLIST

Tagged: @mystcldydrms @the-anxious-youth @cloudofdisney @look-at-the-soul @elenavampire21

@mrsalwayswrite @julkaamazing @evita-shelby @notyour-valentine @theshelbyslimited

@peakyswritings @just-a-blackhole @watercolorskyy @strayrockette @peakyduchesss

@alexxavicry @captivatedbycillianmurphy @yummycastiel @dark-academia-slut @tommystargirl

@emotionalcadaver @stevie75 @lyarr24 @signorellisantichrist @zablife

@anotherblinder @cillmequick @dandelionprints @letal-y-poetica @garrison-girl-08

@insanitybyanothername @depxiety @justrainandcoffee @dragons-are-my-favorite @forgottenpeakywriter

@cljordan-imperium @brummiereader @red-riding-wood @everythingelseisextra @little-diable

@thomashelbyswife @shaddixlife @ryecosse @padfootdaredmetoo

[peachesvault]

Sk8 after Eight

Situationship!Skater! Sero x Reader

⋆˚꩜｡ Late night adventures skateboarding with Sero Hanta

A/n: For my baby @bloomstream! sorry its not so good :( just wanted to get something out, but if the people want a part two I wouldn't be against it

"Pssst. Get up.”

Harsh knocking on your window woke you up. Grumbling, you groggily got up, throwing your windows open. You already know who it was.

Sero Hanta.

You sighed eyeing him.

"The fuck are you doing here at 2 in the morning?"

"We don't even have school tomorrow??"

"SO? I can still sleep on a Friday night dude, god forbid."

Chuckling lightly he pulled himself up onto your windows ledge, before inviting himself into your room, making sure to leave his shoes on the ledge. 'Manners' and all that. Manners your ass. Manners would be using the door at a normal hour instead of whatever the hell this is.

You let him in anyways.

Sitting on your bed like it was his, he leaned back, looking at you with that infuriating ugly lazy smirk that always-

"Took you a while to answer sweets. Tried dolling up for me?"

"I was butt ass naked. Don't get ahead of yourself" You replied dryly, eventually chuckling at his furrowed brows.

"Think your so cute hm?"

"The cutest."

You held his gaze, unfaltering even when he stared at you like that. Not the way a friend should stare at you. Neither of you had ever called it out, and you didn't plan on doing so anytime soon. His eyes dropped to your legs.

"Get changed. We're going out." He was staring you in the eye again.

"No. You're getting out and I'm going back to sleep" You huffed, narrowing your eyes at him as a challenge.

Sighing, he got up and made his way to your window, pointing down to where he climbed up from. You followed, your hipbone digging into the sill as you leaned over to see what he was pointing at.

His skateboard.

You side eyed him.

"Really?"

Your face softened. You don't know why but his dejected expression pulled at your heartstrings as he murmured a quiet:

"Look I couldn't sleep. Your normally up at this time so I thought-".

Huffing you cut him off, grumbling but already walking to your closet.

Sappy feelings were never your thing, either of your 'things'. Your whole friendship was built off of bullying each other out of bad feelings.

Turned away from him, pulling your shirt over your head you started to get changed. You knew he didn't care, but that he would turn around anyways since he was so 'mannerly'. You had both gotten over the weird 'opposite sex!' awkwardness a long time ago.

You had both bought matching outfits last time you went vintage shopping. Denim jeans with a red star on the back pocket and graf tagged across the crotch, a large black jersey and a large black zip up. Considering he was wearing it right now, you might as well.

Humming to let him know you were done, you looked around for your fanny, putting your head through the loop to have it slung diagonally over your torso. It already had the basics inside; some wax, a silver skate tool for tweaks, A couple extra bearings incase any broke, a couple tissues, some snacks, a pack of gum and a silver paint pen if you found anything cool to do a throw up on.

Going over to stand next to him by the sill, you wrapped an arm around his neck, tucking yourself into his side as the other held your board. You felt his breath hitch, but chose to ignore it as he used his tape to lower you both out of the second story dorm room. When both feet touched the ground, you finally let go, albeit a bit disappointed but you started walking none the less.

Finally out of UA grounds, you dropped the board, letting it crunch over the gravel. You knew it was bad for the wheels but you were due for a change anyways. The two of you got on as you reached the main road, pushing them till the end of the road; just before the downhill. This was always the route you guys took to the skatepark, the steep decline exhilarating and nostalgic rather than the flat road round the other side that looped a million times to get to the same place.

You and Hanta lined up against the crack in the asphalt like you had done hundreds of times.

"Three"

"Two" You followed on.

"One"

Pushing off strongly at the count, you both barrelled down the hill, the wind blowing in your face making it hard to see as your hair whipped behind you and the chill of the cold night settled itself deep thin your bones. Looking to your right, Hanta was laughing, a manic crazed adrenaline filled laugh. You joined in, whooping and cheering as you only accelerated faster, just two kids who had the whole world to themselves with nothing to bother their undeterred joy. The moon shone brightly overhead, like an approving warm hug as you both prepped to stop as you approached the bottom.

Swinging your arms around to get the power for a powerslide, you clutched by kicking out with your backfoot and leaning back. Coming to a stop just centimetres from the tree, Hanta also stopped right next to you, following the same movements, but just as he skidded to a stop, he lost his footing, collapsing straight onto you.

"ge-roff me" You huffed as you pushed him off your torso. Your voice dripped of annoyance but maybe it was to ignore the way your breath had hitched when he first landed on you, the way you held his gaze for a split second and every cell in your body set alight and was hyperaware of every point of contact with him. Maybe it was an excuse as you brushed yourself off and tried to desperately push any lingering thoughts about his touch to the back of your mind as you offered him a hand and pulled him up. Maybe it was to avoid whatever the two of you are as you smirked lazily at him, taunting him.

"Didn't think you were such a rookie?"

"Maybe I did it on purpose hm?" He replied with identical inflection, a teasing lilt to his question.

Now it was your turn for your breath to hitch. Not sure how to deal with all the feelings swirling in your chest, you decided to just punch him in the arm before continuing to walk in the direction of the bowl, not turning around to check if he was following you.

You already knew he was.

© 2025 @Peachesvault - All rights reserved. Do not plagiarise/copy/post on other platforms. || Masterlist

[chrissturnioloswife88]

In which… reader accidentally gives Chris a viagra instead of headache medicine.

warnings: viagra, its smut so…, p in v, pain, sorry if i missed any.

You and Chris are playing Mario Kart after a long day of filming with his brothers. You look over at him and see a pained look on his face. “Chris?” You say as you pause the game and put a hand on his arm.

He looks at you confused. “Are you okay?” You ask. “Yea, just my head.” He gives a soft smile to you as you stand up.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m getting you some headache medicine.” Opening the cabinet you move around the pill bottles to find it. “Do you know where it went?” You ask, not being able to find it.

Chris runs a hand over his face as he thinks, “I got a different one this time. It should be a bottle with a pink top.”

Once you finally find the bottle, you grab one out and take it to Chris as you sit down next to him again. “Here you go, baby.”

He takes it with the remaining Pepsi he had on the table. “I could’ve gotten it on my own you know?” He says after leaning over to give you a kiss.

“I know but I wanted to.”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 20 minutes later

Chris groans in pain after the race as he puts down his controller, making you look it him worried. “Is your head still hurting?”

He doesn’t answer. Instead he gets up and walks to the medicine cabinet and pulls out two bottles, both of which have the same pink tops. “Which one of these did you give me?”

You hurry over to him and point at the one you gave him. “This one, why?”

“You gave me a viagra pill!” You look at him speechless.

“I’m so sorry. I-“ You weren’t sure what to say but you couldn’t ignore the growing head between your legs.

“It’s okay, I- I,” He runs his hand over his face again and sighs before looking at his grey sweats that are doing nothing to hide his hardness then looks back at you to see you already looking at it while biting your lip.

“You like it don’t you? You like seeing me not be able to control my dick?” He says lifting your chin with his finger. You only nod.

“Help me with it?” He asks between groans. Instead of saying yes right away you decide to have some fun with it.

“I’ll help, but you have to do what I say.” You say taking his hand and leading him to the couch. He sits on the couch and you sit on the coffee table in front of him.

He adjusts himself on the couch, twisting his face in pain. “Touch yourself for me.” You tell him.

Without hesitation, he takes his erection out which makes you even wetter, if that was possible. “Mhm, just like that. Stroke your cock for me.” You say as he pumps his hand over his cock, leaving a satisfied look on his face as he watches you.

You start to take off your cloths piece by agonizing piece. starting with your shirt. You slowly place it next to you and start removing your sweatpants a little slower than you removed your shirt.

“You’re killing me.” Chris moans out as he starts picking up his pace.

By the time you reached your last piece of clothing, your bra, Chris couldn’t take anymore waiting. “I need you now.”

“Not yet.” You tried to sound as convincing as possible but both of you knew you were the sub and he was the dom. Chris had let you pretend long enough.

He stood up and took his sweats and shirt off completely as you quickly removed your bra. Chris leaned down and kissed you frantically letting you know just how bad he needed you. Still kissing you, he picked you up and carried you to the bedroom and set you down on the bed.

“Chris..” You moan out when you feel his tip meet your entrance and before you could even say anything he slammed into you, letting out a guttural moan.

“Such a good girl, you’re so wet f’me.” He breaths out before thrusting into you again but this time he didn’t stop, he kept going.

“Oh! Fuck!” You yelled out, digging your nails into his back hard enough there would probably be bruises after but the thought turned you on even more.

He was fucking you dumb, eliciting the most pornographic moans from you. Chris has always been rough but this was more than rough. This was needy and relentless.

Before you know it, you feel your high growing closer quickly. “Chris. I-I’m cumming!” He quickens his pace as he reached down and rubs your clit at the same pace he’s fucking you.

A mix of screams and moans fills the room as your vision goes completely white and you cum hard on Chris’ cock, his pace not faltering.

The feeling of your pussy throbbing around his cock tips him over the edge right after you. The most beautiful moans escape from his lips. His rhythm becomes shaky and he leans down resting his head on your shoulder as he cums deep into your pussy.

“Oh. My. God. I’ve never cum that hard.” He says as he rolls over to lay next to you.

“Maybe you should take those pills more often?” You both breathlessly laugh and he looks over at you with an expression you can’t read.

“What is it?” You ask slightly panicked.

“I came inside.” He examines your face trying to see if you were mad but ends up confused when you start laughing.

“Are you planning on leaving soon?” You ask between laughing.

He hesitantly starts laughing too as he shakes his head. You move closer to him as he wraps his arms around you. “I’m on the pill don’t worry.”

He lets out a sigh of relief and you both giggle. “And yes. I plan on using them more often.”

A/N: Sorry this isn’t the best but let me know what you guys think!!

[authorhjk1]

Welcome party

Kang Seulgi X Bae Irene X Male Reader

Stop it already."

You chuckle, making your co-worker's thighs quiver. Your warm breath makes her squirm in her seat.

"I didn't have breakfast."

"But-"

Her voice is interrupted by a deep moan. Your tongue flicks against her clit, making it difficult for her to concentrate on the task at hand.

"Why can't you eat breakfast like a normal person?"

A long lick along her folds makes her pussy lips glisten with spit and her arousal.

"I'm eating right now."

You dive back into your first meal of the day.

"You're supposed to eat food. Not pussy."

Her thighs press against your head as you suck on her clit. It seems she likes it more than she can admit.

When the two of you joined the company together, four years ago, you both had this sexual tension. It only took you a couple of weeks, before the two of you started to fuck everywhere. The bathroom, on your desk after everyone was gone, on her desk, on your boss's desk, even on set.

But, who could blame you?

With a woman like this?

How could you not?

Well, it all slowly came to a hold about a year ago. The two of you weren't able to see each other often, since you were positioned in different departments. And the minor inconvenience that she had a boyfriend.

But as soon as she broke up with him, she was all over you again. You talked about the good old times. One thing let to another...

And here you are. Kneeling under Bae Irene's desk, devouring her pussy like it's your last day on earth.

"The boss is gonna be here soon."

You don't answer, digging your fingers into the soft skin of her thighs.

The two of you recently started working together, which means you are sitting in the same office. True to the older days, you both came in way too early.

Which exposes the fact that Irene is currently putting up an act. You know that she would never miss out on an opportunity like this.

"So sweet."

You mumble between licks, making Irene cover her mouth with one hand. No one else is here, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

"Have you always been this good?"

"I've had years of practice, remember?"

All the things you learned about her body seem like muscle memory to you. It has only been two weeks since the two of you got back at it again. And yet, Irene told you that you had sex more often than she had during the whole year, while she was in a relationship.

"That naughty tongue of yours... Fuck!"

Despite being older, Irene loves how you take care of her like this. Her pussy is dripping wet by now, the chair slowly starting to get stained.

"10 more minutes. She is gonna be here by-oh god!"

You interrupt her again. While your hands knead her full thighs, you suck on her clit, letting your tongue flick against it occasionally.

"I don't take that long."

Your cocky response makes Irene grin. She can't see you, but she reaches for your head, pushing your face further into her pussy.

And before your boss comes in, Irene's body freezes in her chair. As if someone pressed the pause button. You can't see her face, but you know her eyes and mouth are wide open. A silent moan leaving her mouth, her back as straight as it can be.

A moment later, she crashes down. Falling into the backrest, her legs quiver and shake.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

With one last sigh, her body calms itself. You have one last lick, making her flinch, before you wipe her juices off your face.

Why would you eat pancakes or bread for breakfast, if you can just feast on this pussy?

"What do you think?"

You sit across the older woman's desk, nodding at her question.

"I think it would be a good idea."

"Of course you do."

You chuckle, while leaning back into the chair.

Because you are working for a small company, your boss is everyone's boss. Around a hundred people are currently part of the production company "Seongwan designs".

You and Irene have been there from the beginning. Naturally, the two of you have the highest positions, after your CEO Miss Kim.

"Are you almost done with editing by now?"

You smile.

"Yeah. It's gonna be a good MV."

Seongwan designs is offering something that not many companies would. Producing music videos for entertainment agencies. It was a risky move at first, but now, you have a lot of projects. Even from the big three.

"I haven't heard the song yet, I'm too busy. Is it good?"

"It's Twice. How can it not be good?"

Miss Kim nods.

"Of course."

She reaches for three slim portfolios.

"These are our new employees. I know you have a lot on your hands. But so do Irene and I. Would you mind?"

"No problem, boss. I will show them around."

"Great. Irene is currently on set?"

"Yes."

"What's her theme for Itzy's new comeback? She hasn't reported it to me, yet."

"It's Christmas themed."

You and Irene have a lot of liberties, but Miss Kim occasionally wants to check in on you. It's her company after all.

You lose your train of thought as you stare at her. You always thought that there is no one who could rival Irene's beauty. And yet...

After pulling yourself together, you introduce yourself, before the three new employees do the same.

Your eyes are glued to her face, when it's finally her turn.

"I'm Kang Seulgi. I will do my best. Please take care of me."

She bows respectfully.

You already catch the man, who just introduced himself, staring at her.

Since you and Irene are not in any kind of relationship, you imagine yourself having some fun with Seulgi after this tour.

The way she looks is incredible. Her long black hair has blue highlights in it, making her look a little more fierce. Her smile makes her look adorable. But her stare? Fuck. She almost looks evil.

Her white crop top is exposing her beautiful midriff and her small waist. Her chest looks just as good.

Her shorts are barely long enough. Her legs are covered by a pair of fishnets and her big, black boots.

The imprint on her shirt and the bear on her waist make her look cute. But the fishnets, shorts and boots make her look dangerous.

The combination is too much for you.

"And this is where we usually eat lunch." You end the tour by showing them the cantina. It's a small one, because a lot of the crew are working on different sets and locations. It's never completely full and looks kinda cozy.

"What a coincidence."

You check your watch.

"It's lunch time."

You chuckle, while pointing behind you.

"Help yourself."

Seulgi smiled at your joke, which makes your heart skip a beat. If you could just have her for lunch...

You shake your head as you turn around to follow them.

While you wait in line, you get a call from Irene.

"Grabbing lunch?"

"Yeah."

"What's on the menu?"

"Tteokbokki."

"Oh, damn. Can you save me some?"

"Sure. See you."

You hang up as it's your time to order. Having worked with her for four years, you know exactly what side dishes she likes to eat.

"Two servings please."

Once you got the food, you blindly follow the one in front of you. Seulgi. It wasn't even intentional. And yet you find yourself sitting next to her, at the table with the two new guys. You catch both of their uneasy eyes.

"Relax, guys. While we are in this room, I'm not your boss. Eat up."

You watch them reaching for their chopsticks.

"For how long have you been here, sir?"

You glance at Seulgi, before reaching for your own.

"Four years. Right from the beginning."

"Wow. You must know a lot about producing."

"There is always more to learn."

You are a very humble person, despite being the second most important person in the company. Well, if you don't count Irene.

Speaking of the devil, you see her entering the cantina. You weren't able to "catch up" with her this morning. You regret it even more, when you see what she is wearing.

If you would have declined to show the new ones around yesterday, you would know what Irene is wearing underneath that dress of hers. But you are sure you're going to find out soon enough.

"Pabo."

"Idiot."

You great each other as usual, before she takes one of the plates off your tray. The food does look delicious and you can't wait. You were nice enough to wait for her.

"How is it going with Itzy?"

Despite looking at Irene, you can almost feel Seulgi's eyes widen. You've gotten to know her better over the last hours. She seems to be a pretty gentle and curious person.

"We are managing."

"That sounds like a delay."

You wait for Irene to finish chewing on the rice cake in her mouth.

"No shit, Sherlock. We had to do the group dance scene like a thousand times."

You are used to her bickering, after all, you are not the one she is mad at.

"But you got it now?"

"Yeah. But we are behind on schedule."

It's silent for a moment as you and Irene eat your food.

"M-May I ask a question?"

You turn to Seulgi.

"Sure. What is it?"

Your reassuring smile gives her confidence.

"Why is it so bad, if you can't keep the schedule? It's not your fault, right? Shouldn't their company deal with it?"

"You are way to naive."

Irene dismisses her by waving her hand, before reaching for the glass of water in front of her. You decide to explain further.

"You might think so, Seulgi. But their company doesn't. They usually have a release date set already. And if we don't meet their expectations, it's our fault. It doesn't matter, if their idols mess up."

"I see."

Seulgi nods, before returning to her food.

You give Irene a quiet glare, to not let her frustration out on the new employees.

The older woman glares back at you.

"Stop looking and eat."

You roll your eyes.

Irene quickly uses her chopsticks to steal your boiled egg.

"Hey."

She grins at you, before putting it into her mouth.

"Please. You can have mine, sir."

You see Seulgi's egg in between her chopsticks.

"It's alright, Seulgi. Thank you though."

"Please, I insist."

You nod awkwardly, letting her put her egg into your bowl.

If you would've looked up, you would have seen Irene's disapproving glare.

Yes, the two of you aren't in a relationship. But she can't help but feel weird by the way Seulgi treats you. She is the one you are supposed to fuck after all.

Making sure you know that as well, Irene moves her foot underneath the table.

You look at her as you feel her shoe rub against your crotch.

"I want you so bad right now."

Irene captures your lips with hers.

"You are some needy slut, you know that?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

The two of you stumble into the bathroom.

Since it's right next to your office, you both work in one room, there aren't many people who use it. Irene's reputation of being a little cold keeps them away. Which makes the bathroom a great place for eating your dessert.

Irene's warm lips taste like the Tteokbokki she just ate. Her tongue explores your mouth, searching for your own.

You feel her hand undoing your belt as your right one sneaks around her waist.

"Praise me."

She mumbles into your mouth as your pants drop to the floor.

"You're so fucking hot."

You say between breaths, before kissing her again.

"I love how small your waist is."

Emphasizing your point, you place your second hand on it as well.

"More."

Irene sighs as she takes off your boxers.

"Your pussy is the tightest I've ever had."

You make her moan by kissing her neck.

"Your skin is soft and tasty."

You just say whatever comes to mind.

Irene is stroking your cock, while the two of you keep making out.

"I love how your thighs wrap around my head, when I eat you out."

Irene moans, remembering yesterdays morning.

"Tell me how good I suck your cock."

She bites your lip as she strokes your cock, making it hard.

"I think you need to show me first."

Irene pulls away, a naughty grin on her face.

She drops to her knees, your cock right in front of her.

"How can I resist?"

She licks your shaft, closing her eyes.

"That cock of yours."

She sighs, almost to herself. You could think she starved for days by the way she starts to give you head.

Her lips wrap tightly around your tip, before Irene bobs her head up and down. Her tongue is pressed against the underside of your cock, playing with your tip, whenever she pulls away.

"You are amazing."

You feel her smile around your cock.

Irene let's her lips glide along the length of your shaft a couple times more.

"This tastes so good."

She kisses around your tip, before licking up your precum.

"I might get addicted."

True to her words, her blowjob increases in pace once more.

Irene places her hands on your thighs, ready to face fuck herself onto your cock. You reach out to put her hair behind her ears.

Gag after gag escapes her mouth as Irene starts to go up and down your shaft with an incredible pace. You don't know why she is so aggressive today, but you love it.

It only takes a short amount of time for her mouth to make you weak. You weren't lying when you told her she is amazing. She really is good at this.

You can't believe her makeup is still intact as she uses her mouth to pleasure you. Irene becomes sloppier by the second. Some of her spit is already staining the tiles she is kneeling on.

"Fuck. You are so good at giving head."

You sigh as Irene just won't stop devouring your cock.

"I-I want to fuck you."

Her work makes you stutter already. But only those words can make her stop.

You haven't fucked her since yesterday. That's a long time already. You finally want to feel her pussy again.

Irene let's your spit covered cock fall out of her mouth.

"Make me scream."

That's all she says before you pull her up.

For the hundredths time since you two work together, you bend Irene over the sink. That position alone makes her short dress ride high enough to expose her cheeks.

"How could you wear something like this? People could think this is actually see through."

You reach underneath her dress to knead her right cheek.

"Don't talk. Just give it to me."

You reach for her center, ready to slide her underwear down her creamy legs, but you instead touch her naked pussy.

"You really are a slut."

Irene rises her head to look at you through the mirror.

"I'm not. You are the only guy I fuck."

You raise an eyebrow. You don't have anything exclusive going on and you expected Irene to be able to fuck anyone she wants.

"I only dress like this so you can give me a good pounding whenever I need one."

You grin, knowing what she means. You see Irene's naked body pretty much everyday. There is nothing the two of you haven't done with each other yet.

With your wet dick in your hand, you push inside Irene's tight snatch. Her own saliva is lubricating your cock enough for now.

"Oh gosh. This never gets old."

She sighs as you push further. Your cock slowly fills up her pussy. It's unbelievable how tight Irene is. For a moment, you wonder if your new co-worker is just as tight...

Irene's moan brings you back to reality, when you bottom out inside of her.

"Fuck, that's it."

She sighs in disappointment.

"I wish we had more time, but I only have a couple of minutes."

She locks eyes with you through the mirror.

"Fuck the stress out of me. Hurry up."

You gladly start to fulfill her request.

Deep and hard thrusts push Irene's hips into the sink. Her hands hold onto the edges, her knuckles slowly start to turn white.

"Yes!"

She hisses through her teeth, enjoying how deep you are inside of her.

As you continue to fuck her, you start to increase your pace. As you fuck the stress out of her, Irene's hair starts to become a mess in her face. Her volume increases. The sound of your hips meeting her cheeks echo through the bathroom.

"Fuck me harder!"

Her tight pussy makes it difficult to last very long. You feel her flexing her muscles, trying to make you cum as fast as possible.

Your hands glide from her waist towards her shoulders. After brushing her hair away, you take hold of them, using your grip to pull Irene's full body against you.

"Oh gosh!"

Irene loses her grip on the sink, reaching behind her to hold onto both of your arms. Taking a step forward, you are almost lying her onto the sink, her face mere inches away from the mirror.

You see mist form on the glass surface as moan after moan escapes her mouth. Keeping your pace, you feel her getting closer.

You know all the signs by now. The way she furrows her eyebrows, the way she bites her lip, the way her moans sound. They all tell you that Irene can't keep this up for much longer.

"Fuck!"

Her hair keeps swinging wildly in front of her face as you take her from behind. How often did the two of you do this? Right here? Probably at least five times in the last two weeks.

"Make me cum! Hurry up!"

You almost have to chuckle. How is she still able to worry about her schedule? Pressing your lips together, you use more force to thrust into her.

By now, Irene's head shakes uncontrollably with ever push and pull.

"Fuck!"

If she is still able to scream, you aren't fucking her hard enough.

It only takes a couple more of your powerful thrusts, until you can finally convince her body to climax.

As always, Irene seems to be frozen. Her mouth hangs open, her glassy eyes stare at you through the mirror.

A moment later, her knees buckle, a deep moan escapes her lips, and Irene almost falls to the ground.

You keep her standing, letting her stay in this position, bend over the sink.

"I'm close, too."

She smiles to herself, slowly getting on her knees.

You watch as she starts to take your shaft into her mouth again. Her mouth replaces her pussy, sucking her own juices off your cock.

"Fuck, Irene."

You groan, feeling your orgasm approaching. The combination of her pussy and mouth is something no one can resist. Not even you. Eve though this is almost an everyday occurrence.

You cup Irene's right cheek with your hand as she looks up at you. She does look a little more relaxed, although you expect her to call you tonight. The rest of her day is going to be stressful as well.

The thought of fucking her again and the way Irene's tongue swirls around your tip, finally makes you cum.

"You are so good at that."

You are barely able to mumble those words, before you unload inside her mouth.

Irene hums in satisfaction, waiting for you to finish. Once your eyes are focused again, you watch her gulp down your cum.

"You are turning me into an addict, you know?"

You laugh as you help her up.

"Cum is good for your health. That's a scientific fact."

Irene chuckles as you pull your pants back up.

"I call you."

With that, your co-worker is gone.

You scratch your head as you go over the documents and scripts. Something is missing. Where did you put the script for the next dance video? You sigh in frustration, sometimes you hate that you can be messy. You definitely put it on your desk earlier. Right?

You get up, looking around the office. Or is it in of the shelves?

You start to go through them, looking for Twice's dance video script. It's supposed to be released together with the MV. The shooting for the music video is done, but you have to start with filming the dance video. The girls are coming over tomorrow.

Or maybe one of the stylists took it to prepare their outfits? You hate it, when people just take your stuff.

"Bloody hell."

You grumble as you walk out of your office.

Reaching the floor beneath yours, you look around the big room. Around thirty desks. Half of them are occupied, all of them have at least one shelf standing behind them. You groan internally. You still have to finish editing.

As your eyes wander through the room, they get caught up on the person who is sitting a few meters away. Maybe she can help you find it.

You asked Seulgi to go through some old footage after lunch, hoping she could gather some useful information for future projects and maybe even learn something.

"Seulgi."

You call her, while walking towards her desk.

Her eyes seem to be glued to the screen, her complete being indifferent to everything that's going on around her. Including you.

"Seulgi?"

You are only a few steps away. You see that she has taken some notes on a piece of paper, but the pen is lying on the desk now. She is biting her nail. It looks like she is watching something way too interesting.

"Kang Seulgi."

She almost falls out of her chair, when you call her name. Standing right beside her, you see how her cheeks flush red.

A look at her monitor makes you swallow hard. She must have taken the wrong video tape out of the material room. Miss Kim keeps the old tapes on the right side. And the security footage on the left. Seulgi seems to have picked up the wrong kind of video.

A video of you to be exact. Well, you aren't the only one in it. The other person is actually sitting on your lap. You see yourself in your own chair, your pants around your ankles.

No other than Bae Irene is riding your cock like crazy, her hips slamming down onto you.

You curse Miss Kim for unnecessarily keeping all of the old security footage.

You look at Seulgi. Her eyes are wide open in shock. Her innocent face is red with either shame or arousal. You are not sure yet.

Glancing at the monitor again, you see the time stamp. Seulgi must have watched this for at least half an hour by now.

"Come."

You turn the video and monitor off, before walking away. Not turning around, you hear Seulgi's hurried footsteps. The two of you pass by the cantina, follow two different hallways, until you find yourself in the underground parking lot.

Finally turning around, you see Seulgi standing there. Her fingers are intertwined in front of her as she looks down, a coy look on her face.

"I-I'm sorry, sir. I must have picked the wrong one."

"And you only figured this out thirty minutes in?"

"N-No. I-"

"Did you like watching it?"

You see Seulgi bite her lip, but she shakes her head.

"I was just about to turn it off, sir."

You take a step closer. Her vanilla sent was covered by the smell of food during lunch, but you can now freely enjoy her smell.

"You only watched, right?"

"Y-Yes, sir."

"Then what is that?"

You point at the center of Seulgi's shorts.

She gasps, before covering it with both hands, without even looking down.

There is nothing there. But it confirms your assumption. If Seulgi did more than just watch...

"I spilled some water earlier. It was a mistake."

Seulgi bows.

"It's alright."

You put your hands in the pockets of your pants, which seems to relax her a little. Looking around, you confirm that there aren't any cameras around.

"Take them off."

"What?"

Seulgi looks at you. Completely bamboozled.

"Take off your shorts."

"But-"

Your eyes meet and Seulgi can't do anything but nod.

You watch as she starts to undo her belt, before opening the buttons. She looks down, trying to avoid eye contact.

Her waist looks even smaller as Seulgi pulls down her shorts. You see that her black panties are darker in the front.

"What do you think about me, fucking Irene?"

As you ask her, you let a finger slide behind her waistband.

Seulgi's breath hitches. She looks down at what you are doing, until she finally answers.

"I-I liked it."

"What did you like?"

Your finger glides along the smooth skin right above her snatch.

"I liked h-how often you made her cum."

Your finger reaches her clit, when she says the last word.

"Are you prepared to cum right here?"

Seulgi opens her mouth to protest, but you circle around her clit. A moan comes out instead, which makes her cover her mouth immediately.

"Don't be shy. No one is here."

You take her hand off her mouth with your own.

"I've seen how you looked at me today. I'm not surprised."

Seulgi looks away, unable to admit that she was actually checking you out.

"I've meet more than enough girls like you."

Your hand moves a little lower, your finger slowly parting her lips. You feel Seulgi's wetness slowly coating your finger.

"You all think it's fun to seduce your boss, until he makes you his sex toy."

You slip your finger inside her as you say the last word.

Seulgi's wide open eyes look up at you. Her cheeks are still red, now definitely because of arousal.

"Then, you all want to stop. Because you think so highly of yourself."

You move your finger slowly. In and out.

Her body is reacting to your touch. Your other hand is now reaching for her top, your palm slightly presses against her right chest.

"You think, you could have any man you want, don't you?"

Seulgi is unable to speak. She never expected you to dominate her like this. She feels dirty, but good. Your finger makes her rub her thighs together.

"Do you want the truth?"

You wait a couple of moments, your finger moving in and out, until Seulgi nods.

"A woman like you is only good for one thing. Her body."

You inch closer, kissing her neck. Your warm breath gives her goosebumps. She doesn't step back, her feet feel like they are glued to the ground.

"You can't have any man you want. You can only have one man. One man, whom you belong to."

Irene wasn't the first woman you slept with, so you have enough experience to judge Seulgi's character. Although she acted modest, her outfit was definitely not. She visibly liked the attention from your co-workers. And yet, she gave you her egg during lunch. She couldn't keep her eyes off you.

You expected her to be innocent on the outside, while she is dirty and slutty on the inside. Your judgment finally turns out to be true.

Seulgi still doesn't talk back to you. She only moans quietly, her thighs rubbing against each other.

"That means, I can use you however I see fit."

You knead her breasts over her top, making Seulgi gasp.

"When, where and how."

To emphasize your point, you insert a second finger into her needy cunt.

"Do we understand each other?"

Seulgi sighs heavily as she feels both of your fingers move inside of her.

You are not very dominant with Irene, partially because she is quite dominant herself. But you like to be in charge. Just like this. Since you can't really do that with Irene, Seulgi will have to suffice.

"Answer me."

She finally nods. The young woman finally admits to her slutty side. She knows that this is how it should be.

"I will count down from ten now."

You start increasing your pace, after curling your fingers upwards inside of her.

"If you cum too early or too late, there are gonna be consequences."

You don't even have to ask if she understood anymore. Seulgi is already nodding, pressing her lips together.

"10"

Seulgi holds onto your arm, trying to stand upright.

"9"

Your other hand is still playing with her chest above her top, switching from left to right.

"8"

A cute whimper escapes Seulgi's mouth.

"7"

Your move your fingers inside of her, feeling how wet she is becoming.

"6"

Seulgi is moaning freely by now. She has stopped caring, only enjoying the pleasure that radiates from her center.

"5"

Her hips buck forward, her body starting to get out of control.

"4"

Seulgi is trying her best to make herself cum by thinking about what she watched. She wishes she could be the one, bouncing in your lap.

"3"

She imagines how big your cock must be, the camera didn't have a good angle. Irene was always blocking the view.

"2"

Seulgi feels her body heating up, her cheeks are flushed red. Her eyes are closed as she whimpers loudly.

"1"

She feels how you cup her breasts as you finger her. Both sensations make her stumble towards the edge.

"Cum."

"Oh goooood!"

Seulgi moans loudly as she shakes, her pussy contracting around your fingers.

Her orgasm is quite different from Irene's. While the older woman feezes, Seulgi moans and shakes, cuming wildly on your fingers.

"Holy-"

You shut her up by kissing her, finally tasting those lips that look so inviting.

Seulgi is barely able to react as her body moves on its own.

You lick your fingers as if you just ate something sticky. Seulgi's pussy juices definitely are delicious.

Entering your office, you see Irene sitting in her chair.

"Back already?"

She turns around.

"Yeah. Where were you? One of the stylists came by to return your script. It's on your desk."

Your mood is too good to be annoyed that someone took your stuff without asking.

"Tanks."

You walk past her to get to your own chair.

"Am I actually going to see you tonight, or are you gonna ditch me again?"

You raise and eyebrow at Irene's question.

"I know you are an workaholic. Especially while editing."

You roll your eyes.

"Don't worry, I will be there tonight."

Irene nods.

She suddenly stands up to look at you above her monitor.

"Or are you getting tired of me?"

The sudden change in her voice makes you shake your head. As if Irene is suddenly sad.

"Of course I'm not. How could I grow tired of a woman like you?"

Irene gives you a weak smile.

"Well, I'm not getting any younger."

You chuckle.

"Neither do I. But you are still one of the hottest women I've ever seen."

She looks around the room, clearly not knowing how to respond.

"Well, thank you."

You see her fidgeting with a piece of paper.

"Is it about what we are doing then? Has the sex with me become too boring?"

You shake your head.

"Maybe we should switch it up a little."

You lean back in your chair, raising an eyebrow.

"How?"

Irene shrugs her shoulders.

"What haven't we done so far?"

You think about it for a while.

"I think we are just missing something new."

You look up, when you hear Irene break the silence.

"You use all my holes on a regular basis. I make you cum, you make me cum. We tried domination and everything."

You remember how it felt, being tied up to the chair in her apartment. Irene didn't hold back that night. She did everything she wanted with you, without you being able to resist.

"We did it in public, here, and on set."

She continues on with her list.

"We used toys and all. What are we missing?"

"Wy don't you google it?"

You ask jokingly.

To your surprise, Irene sits back down.

"Good idea."

You chuckle. You've known her for four years and she keeps surprising you.

"I did some research."

You look down at Irene. Her head is resting on your naked chest. You play with her hair as the two of your recover from your recent activities.

"And?"

Irene shuffles around a little, putting one of her legs over yours. She can feel the cream pie you left in her ass, slowly oozing out. Her ass is still sore, which makes it a little uncomfortable.

"There is some stuff we didn't try yet."

"I'm listening."

"We never did something with like... other people, you know?"

"Other people?"

You wonder if you would be able to share Irene. Of course she is beautiful enough for two guys. But you don't know how you would feel, fucking her together with someone else. It already felt weird, knowing that she slept with her boyfriend, while they were together.

"You mean, you want two guys to fuck you?"

You feel Irene's hand glide over your abs as she paints lazy circles with her fingers.

"Not necessarily. Although it could be nice."

It dawns on you a moment later.

"Another woman?"

Irene hits you.

"Don't sound too excited."

You chuckle, patting her head.

"Are you sure?"

Irene nods.

"Why not? It's not like I'm not gonna get anything out of it."

"Do you have someone in mind?"

You wait for Irene to think about it.

"A certain co-worker comes to mind."

You feel your cock harden, thinking about Seulgi.

"Who?"

You pretend to be oblivious.

"Seulgi. The one who keeps drooling while looking at you."

"Don't exaggerate."

"I'm not."

She raises her head and turns it towards you.

"I heard her, when I left work. She was in the bathroom downstairs, getting herself off by thinking about you."

You laugh.

"I'm serious. I didn't even have to go inside. I was able to hear her moan your name as I walked by."

"Can't blame her."

Irene sighs in annoyance.

"Don't think too highly of yourself."

You lie your hand back on her head, making Irene lie down on your chest again.

"So, how do you want to approach her? Just ask?"

She shakes her head.

"I think it's not that easy."

You think about how you fingered Seulgi in the parking lot. It kinda was.

"We should come up with a good strategy."

The two of you think about it for a while.

Two days later

You stop your car, taking a look at the cozy hotel. It has old-fashioned Korean style.

After getting out and walking closer, you see Irene coming out from the front door.

"You are late."

"Work."

You simply reply, before the two of you walk towards the entrance.

"Is Seulgi already here?"

"Yeah."

The two of you told Seulgi that the whole company is gonna throw a welcome party for the new co-workers. Of course, Seulgi wanted to come and even asked if you would be there as well.

You are now seeing her walking towards the two of you.

"Hi, sir."

"Hello, Seulgi."

You greet her.

The two of them wear big boots, which doesn't get past you unnoticed.

"Look at that dress of hers."

Irene whispers as Seulgi walks in front of you two.

"I bet she is hoping she is gonna get lucky tonight."

"Let's make sure we even surpass her expectations."

"It seems like they are all running late."

Irene says as the three of you "wait" for the others.

You are all sitting in a small room around the table on the ground. Seulgi is sitting next to you, while Irene sits across from you.

You like how she is dressed. She left her white fur coat behind and is now wearing a white top, that shows off her shoulders. Her brown skirt is partially see through. The tie at the front is practically begging you to pull on it. The combination of the skirt and her black, knee high boots makes her legs look longer than usual.

Seulgi lost her down jacket as well. She is definitely wearing this blue, skin tight dress on purpose. Because she is sitting cross-legged, the hem has moved up her thighs. You only have to glance down to get a glimpse at her white panties.

You place a hand on Seulgi's naked thigh. She shivers at your touch, her panties slowly becoming damp. Your hand slowly moves up and down her thigh, occasionally moving the hem of her dress up even further.

Irene starts a conversation with Seulgi. The latter is unable to respond properly.

"Are you alright?"

Irene "notices" that Seulgi is acting a little awkward.

"I-I'm fine."

She manages to say, closing her mouth quickly, before a moan escapes.

The two continue their conversation, while you begin to rub Seulgi's pussy through her panties. They slowly start to become transparent due to her juices.

Irene pretends to be oblivious to Seulgi's moans. The younger woman isn't able to keep quiet anymore.

After you and Irene decided to make Seulgi the lucky girl who gets to sleep with the two of you, you came up with a plan on how to seduce her.

"If you go to the bathroom now and record a video of you fingering yourself, I'm gonna fuck you tonight."

You stop moving your hand as you speak through your teeth, making Seulgi think that Irene is still in the dark.

Seulgi sighs at the lack of your touch, before hurriedly excusing herself.

The two of you watch your new co-worker rush to the bathroom.

"I wanna see how she looks when she cums."

You chuckle at Irene's words.

Pulling out your phone, you see that Seulgi is video calling you. You pick up and position the phone, so that you and Irene can watch, without Seulgi knowing.

You hear her moan and mewl. She has already gotten rid of her panties and is now sitting on the closed lit of a toilet.

Her fingers move in and out of her pussy, making her juices drip down her thighs.

"What do you think about making her beg for it?"

"What do you mean?"

The two of you watch Seulgi.

"We planned on you fucking her and me coming in. Why don't we switch that up?"

"Sure. When do you want to-"

"I don't want to do it upstairs."

Irene gives you a knowing look as you feel her hand rest on your crotch.

You place your phone on the table as you see Irene crawl towards you. She starts to unbutton your pants to the sounds of Seulgi fingering herself in the bathroom.

Her cute moans seem to turn on Irene just as much as they turn you on. The older woman's head is already resting above your cock. She can be quite quick to get rid off your pants, when she wants to.

Her lips feel as good as they always do as she wraps them around your tip. You caress her naked shoulders, feeling the smoothness of her skin.

Judging by the volume of Seulgi's moans, you can confidently say that she is close to orgasm. You hear her saying your name once in a while. It makes you push Irene's head further down. She hums, acknowledging your need for more pleasure.

While you enjoy Irene's blowjob, you hear Seulgi finally reaching her orgasm. With a shriek, she cums all over her fingers, almost dropping her phone. Her legs quiver and her chest is moving up and down at a very quick pace.

It almost has the same rhythm as Irene's head as she keeps sucking you off.

"Seulgi is done."

You inform Irene, waiting for her decision on what to do next.

She straddles your lap, slightly lifting her skirt in the process. She shows off her lack of underwear, grinning proudly.

"Fuck me."

She slowly lowers herself onto your cock.

You groan as you penetrate her pussy, gliding inside her entrance.

You fucked Irene in the bathroom just this morning. And yet, here you are again, feeling her weight on your lap as she sinks down to take in all of your cock.

You start to pepper her naked shoulders with kisses as Irene slowly begins to ride you. It's more sensual than usual. Instead of bouncing up and down, she circles her hips on top of you.

When Seulgi slides the door open, her eyeballs almost fall out of their sockets. She can't believe what she is seeing, her mouth wide open.

You are still sitting next to the table, your back now turned towards her. Irene is sitting in your lap, grinding against you, while rotating her hips. Seulgi sees that your pants are gone.

"Hello, there."

Irene greets her as if she just came in for work in the morning.

"W-What-"

Seulgi is unable to process what is going on.

Irene wants to say something, but your cock grazes her g-spot in that moment. A moan comes out of her opened lips.

Seulgi is still standing in place. She is too shocked to stay or to leave. She doesn't know what she is supposed to do. The two of you look so fucking hot. But you are still her boss...

"You want his dick so bad, don't you?"

Irene starts to speak up, her tone dripping with lust.

"You can't though. This is all mine."

She locks eyes with Seulgi, while grabbing a fistful of your hair. She makes you lick her shoulders, while she keeps moving on top of you. You are more than happy to taste that porcelain like skin of hers.

Seulgi mumbles inaudible words.

"W-What? H-How?"

"Tell me how bad you want him to rail you. Maybe I will give you a chance."

Seulgi is still standing in the door, completely bamboozled.

What is she supposed to do?

"Fuck, your pussy is so tight."

You can't help but groan. You don't even do it to lure Seulgi in. It's just a fact.

"Your cock is just so big. It splits me open."

Irene moans. You don't know if she is exaggerating, but you think she told you this a couple of times already.

Seulgi can't help but let her hand slide over her dress. Because it's so tight, she doesn't even need to lift it to rub over her clit.

"You are such a slut, Kang Seulgi."

Irene mocks her as she keeps grinding on your cock.

"Wearing that slutty dress, thinking (y/n) would fuck you."

She let's out an evil laugh.

"You don't get any of his cock, until you beg for it. Like a good little whore."

Seulgi has been thinking about this, since you made her cum two days ago. Is she really this kind of woman? What would her parents say to all this? She only met you two days ago. But her bosses are now asking her to beg. Is this really where she wants to work? Shouldn't she just quit? Isn't this sexual harassment?

But for some reason, her snatch still responds. As if Seulgi's body needs this. She knows it's wrong and yet, she finds herself kneeling on the wooden floor.

"Please, let me have some cock, sir. Please."

Seulgi whines, hoping to convince you quickly.

Maybe this kind of work environment wouldn't be so bad. Getting fucked by her boss on a daily basis? Seulgi can't say no to that.

You turn your head, seeing Seulgi kneel on the floor. Her hands are rubbing her naked thighs. She is obviously desperate, despite just cuming in the bathroom. She is hesitant to touch herself, not sure if Irene would scold her for it.

Irene let's out another moan, slowly starting to go up and down on your cock instead of just grinding her hips.

"I knew you are slut."

She takes your glass and spills the contents onto the wooden surface of the table.

"Clean that up. Maybe you are lucky."

Her empty promises make Seulgi hesitate. Her boss is making her clean up the table, just so she can sleep with you?

"Use your tongue, cutie."

For a moment, Seulgi is disgusted. She would never clean the table with her tongue. But the way Irene calls her cutie, makes Seulgi feel something different. Similar to what she feels when you order her around, but not quite the same.

She finally crawls forward, kneeling right behind you. Irene takes her hand off your shoulder, holding Seulgi's chin in her hand.

"You would do anything for you boss's cock, wouldn't you?"

A glance at your face makes Seulgi nod. If she could be the one in your lap...

Irene pushes her head downwards. Seulgi sticks out her tongue, feeling the numbing taste of the alcohol. Why do you have to drink whiskey? Seulgi hates it's taste. And yet, it makes you even more attractive in her eyes.

She now closes them, trying her hardest not to flinch as she laps up the brown liquid.

At the same time, Irene keeps riding your cock. She is visibly turned on by ordering Seulgi around. Her pussy feels wetter than usual. And tighter. The view of her naked shoulders make her look extremely sexy. You can sometimes see a hint of her pussy, sliding down the length of your cock, through her skirt.

Looking to the side, you have to gulp as you see Seulgi, almost bend over the table. Her ass looks so good in that dress. The white lace hem is slowly riding up her thighs and you are able to see a glimpse of her soaked panties. They are practically see through by now.

The view is almost too much for you. Adding Irene's constant riding to it, slowly starts to overwhelm you.

You can't help but place a hand on Seulgi's ass. You knead her cheeks through the blue fabric, enjoying their fullness. She moans into the table as she is about to finish cleaning.

"Spank the shit out of her."

Irene whispers into your ear.

By now, it takes a lot of willpower to raise your hand. Your body urges you on to just get a hold of Irene's hips and make her go faster. It's screams for release, but you manage to hold back.

A loud shriek echoes through the room, when your hand meets Seulgi's right butt cheek. She never expected to be spanked. It's more out of shock than pain, but she shrieks yet again, when you hit her left cheek.

"Take daddy's spanking, baby girl."

Irene moans in Seulgi's direction, before letting her head roll back. It exposes her beautiful throat. You start to kiss that spot, slightly pressing against it.

Without even looking, you give Seulgi another set of spanks. She moans loudly.

"Please more, daddy. Spank me so much, until you are satisfied. Just please, let me have your cock."

You are surprised that Seulgi is calling you daddy, without Irene having to tell her to do so.

Even Seulgi doesn't know what has come over her. The pain in her ass cheeks makes her pussy wet.

"More begging."

You feel Irene slowly coming to an hold. She knows your body we'll enough to not make you trip over the edge. She slowly starts to get off you, her slick pussy leaving your cock drenched with her juices.

"Now that your tongue is warmed up, you can eat my pussy. I will let you have some cock afterwards."

You and Seulgi both notice that Irene left out the word maybe. The younger woman nods eagerly. Is this her final task?

The two of you watch Irene, quickly getting rid off the last two glasses and the small plate of egg rolls. She sits down on the edge of the table, right in front of Seulgi's face.

You scoot back, the room is a little small. Seulgi dives underneath Irene's skirt, aiming her tongue at her pussy. For a while, you are just content with watching.

Irene combs through Seulgi's hair as she eats her out. You hear the noises the younger woman makes and Irene's moans.

Your gaze lands on Seulgi's ass. That dress of hers just looks so good on her.

You can't hold back anymore.

Kneeling down behind Seulgi, you hike up her dress. A little is already enough for you to see her full ass. Sliding her panties to the side, you start to eat her out.

Seulgi's pussy tastes delicious. A little different from Irene, but still delicious.

You make her moan into Irene's cunt, which makes the older woman moan in return.

Their lewd sounds fill the room as you pleasure Seulgi and she pleasures Irene.

After having climaxed just a couple of minutes ago, Seulgi's pussy is still sensitive. You can feel it by the way she keeps grinding against your face. She is desperate and needy.

It takes you little effort to make her orgasm. Years of experience with Irene make it easy for you to know how to eat out Seulgi properly.

"Daddy!"

Seulgi's loud moan is muffled by Irene's pussy as she cums on your face. Her legs shiver and her back starts sagging.

When you finally get back up, your eyes meet Irene's. Without words, you are able to tell her that you can't hold yourself back much longer. She nods in understanding.

"Are you ready to be daddy's office slut, baby?"

Seulgi nods, her face buried inside Irene's snatch.

"Tell me how often you want him to fuck you."

Seulgi lifts her head to look at Irene.

"Everyday, please. I don't care where, or who watches. I just need that cock."

You are surprised at Seulgi's cravings. She has never even seen your cock in real life. Only on the tape from security. How did Irene make her so desperate?

"In the morning, during lunch, after work. I don't care as long as he fucks me, please."

Seulgi turns her head to look at you over her shoulder.

"Please, daddy. I will be an obedient toy for you. Just give me your cock, please."

You align your cock with her dripping wet cunt.

An unbelievably deep, lustful moan leaves Seulgi's mouth. As if she has waited for this for months. She feels your cock spreading her pussy lips apart, penetrating her further and further. You feel even bigger inside of her than she expected. She struggles with your girth, realizing that Irene wasn't exaggerating earlier. You really are tearing her pussy open.

"Daddy."

She whines, wanting you to stop, but wishing you would keep going at the same time.

"Make her take all of your cock at once."

Irene raises her chin to see what's going on behind Seulgi.

You keep pushing deeper, until you finally bottom out inside of Seulgi for the first time. She moans and mewls, trying her best to adjust to your size.

"What are you waiting for?"

Irene eggs you on as she plays with her own pussy, Seulgi unable to keep eating her out.

"She is yours. It doesn't matter if she can take it or not. She has to."

For a moment you hesitate, but a look at Seulgi's ass makes you move. You pull out of her quickly, before slamming yourself back inside.

"Oh god!"

Seulgi almost screams. Irene enjoys Seulgi's wide open eyes as you start to fuck her.

Both of their moans must be audible outside. A lot of people must be complaining already. But you don't care.

Experiencing the tightness of Seulgi's pussy makes you forget the rest of the world. She is so wet and tight, making you feel like you are in heaven.

Your thrusts become quicker and harder, the longer you are inside of her. Seulgi's moans increase in volume, while Irene keeps fingering herself.

"Take that cock, honey."

She mumbles in Seulgi's direction, almost too far gone to further degrade the younger woman.

"Take that cock like the whore you are."

You doubt that Seulgi even heard her, her own moans too loud.

"You're tearing me open, daddy! You're so big, daddy!"

It only took you two days to turn Kang Seulgi into your personal slut. You wonder what the future brings.

You imagine yourself, sitting at your desk, while Seulgi kneels underneath, sucking you off. But one thing is for sure, this is not gonna be your last threesome with Irene and Seulgi.

The older woman's body freezes as she finally reaches her own climax. She didn't expect to cum this hard. But she is now unable to hold herself back, after degrading her new co-worker.

And Seulgi? Seulgi's head is only filled with one thought. How hard you fuck her pussy. She is unable to think about the future. She is even unable to think this over. Her mind is in a state of pure bliss as you take her from behind.

Your hands hold her small waist, pulling her back towards you with every thrust you do.

You see another message pop up on her phone. Seulgi's parents are asking her for the third time now, when she is coming to Christmas dinner tonight. Little do they know, what their cute little daughter is doing now.

In fact, Seulgi is being quite naughty. Even on Christmas. You swipe the notification away, focusing back on recording.

Seulgi is kneeling on her knees in front of you, doing what she seems to love. Sucking you off.

Her red and white Christmas outfit almost got her in trouble at work.

Luckily, you are her boss, which means you took Seulgi into your office giving her a little "talk".

She is now at your place, enjoying your cock, instead of being at her parent's for dinner. You are sitting in one of your comfortable chairs, recording Seulgi's every move. Your Christmas tree in the background really matches Seulgi's outfit.

You tear your eyes off the display, when you hear Irene coming in. She changed into a similar outfit after coming here.

The older woman leans down to capture your lips with hers.

This might become the best Christmas of your life.

Pushing Seulgi aside, Irene straddles you. The younger girl knows better than to complain. She got her fair share of your cock earlier at work. Celebrating the special day, you decided on taking Seulgi's ass, while she was bend over Irene's desk.

The latter has inserted your cock into her pussy and is now riding you. It is definitely her favourite position. It gives her more control over the situation and degrades Seulgi even more. Because Seulgi isn't allowed to ride your cock. She is only here to be used.

You hand her her own phone after finishing the recording, focusing on Irene on your cock. Seulgi gets wet at the fact that she now has something this sexy, but dangerous on her phone.

She watches Irene bouncing in your lap, letting her hand rub her pussy, waiting for her turn to feel your cock.

You spend the rest of the day in both of their pussies, already excited for what's to come tomorrow.

You discovered what Irene did to Seulgi after you fucked her ass. She inserted a butt plug into the younger girl's ass. Now that you remember, you tell Seulgi to turn around. Once she does, you pull up her dress, spreading her ass cheeks apart. The sight almost makes you drool. The metal fits perfectly between Seulgi's cheeks. Something seems to be engraved into it.

"Daddy's play thing"

----------------

Hi everyone!

I hope you enjoyed the second story. I apologize for the bad quality of Seulgi's pictures and the lack of pictures of Irene in that outfit, but I was unable to find more or better ones.

This took me a little longer, being almost 10k words long. I think this is the most words I've written at once. Sorry for the slight delay, compared to last time.

[nocasdatsgay]

A Lesson in Heartbreak

2 of 3: Words are Painful Weapons

Rating: T | Word Count: 3983 | Pairing: Azris/Reader

Summary: Eris and Azriel made promises they didn’t keep. When you confront them about it, Eris says some things he instantly regrets. Now him and Azriel have to fix what they broke.

Neapolitan Bonds Masterlist| Read on A03| Part 1| Read Below

Warnings: Angst, Eris has a sharp tongue, alcohol, drunk!Eris

A/N: HI so… yeah… I am alive. Sorry this took so long. A second shout out to @daycourtofficial for inspiration with Azriel and his comments when he comes back.

Tagging: @myromanempiree @pit-and-the-pen @lilah-asteria @thisblogisaboutabook @hieragalbatorixdottir @mybestfriendmademe @paleidiot @div94 (if you are tagged by accident or want to be tagged in the future, let me know)

“There. A letter to Tarquin and a letter to her.” Eris sent them with a flick of his wrist. 

Azriel calmed enough to sit while Eris penned the letters. They needed you to come home so they could talk with you in person. Deep down, Eris was thoroughly embarrassed over the whole situation. Not only at himself but for you leaving to another court. He wondered if this was how Tamlin felt all those years ago, when Feyre ran off to the Night Court. Eris suddenly had empathy for him in retrospect. 

He slumped back in his chair and sighed. He needed a stiff drink. But he wanted to be sober if you came home. Azriel sat across from him, arms  crossed against his chest and brows furrowed like he did when he was deep in thought. His eyes were still rimmed in red from earlier. The Shadows were nowhere in sight. 

“What?” Eris looked at his mate. 

Az cut his eyes to Eris, still frowning. “I want you to tell me exactly what you said to her.”

“I’m surprised your shadows didn’t already tell you.” Eris didn’t hold back his eye roll or his sigh. “I don’t fully remember.” 

Everything was a blur from earlier. When he got like that, he never remembered what he said. 

“Well think fucking harder.” Eris could see Azriel’s fingers dig into his sleeves. 

“She came in screaming at me about missing dinner.” It reminded him too much of his mother. The way she would yell at his father when he was a youngling. Eris tried to focus, to put that aside. “I told her the high lord meeting was more important. We were hosting, and.”

After a moment Az said, “And what, Eris”

He cursed under his breath. “I said she would understand that if she had bothered to help. Since she isn’t helping, she doesn't get to complain that we are busy. She knew what she was getting into when we mated.”

Azriel recoiled where he sat. “How could you say that to her?” 

“It’s the truth, Azriel.” Eris brushed back his hair with his hand. “This is what it’s like to be mated to a High Lord. We have responsibilities. Yes, I was wrong for implying she didn’t want to help because she asked and I told her she didn’t have to. I admit that.” 

Shadows came out as Az replied. “And we made promises we didn’t keep.”

“I know I did. It eats me alive that I broke them but what else am I supposed to do? It’s our first time hosting, I’ve only been High Lord for a decade and a half. She’s worked for multiple courts. She knows these things have to be perfect or others will talk.” 

“That doesn’t mean we can’t take a break to have dinner with her.” Az countered. 

Eris glared at him. “Do not act like you are any better. You weren’t there either.”

He winced. “You’re right. I wasn’t.” Then he glared back. “But maybe I would have been there if you let other people do their job instead of making it our problem.”

“Oh you’re going to blame me?” Eris was on his feet. “By the gods. I’m always your scapegoat because it’s easy to blame me than for you to look in a fucking mirror.”

“Eris.” A warning, as shadows built around him. 

“Am I wrong?” Azriel didn’t answer. Eris and his sharp tongue kept going. “You blamed me for centuries when it came to Mor. To this court. To my father. Let’s just add this to it.” He paused. Before he could stop himself he added. “It wouldn’t even be a fucking issue if it was just us.” 

Eris felt the shock through the bond from Az before he shut him out. Even the shadows recoiled from around Az.

“What are you saying?”

“I don’t have to repeat myself. We work well together,” he gestured between them, “because we know what to expect from each other. She wants so much more than either of us are capable of.”

Shadows shrunk back again. “That’s not true.”

“It is!” Then words spewed from his mouth like viper venom. “I wish Elain never told us. I wish I never let you get your fucking hopes up, looking for a third bond in every fucking fae you brought to our bed. But I love you, so I let you do it.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Azriel was on his own feet, siphons on his hands flashing. “I always got your consent, you said it was fine. You brought your own-”

Eris’s mouth ran away from him again. He didn’t raise his voice; his tone did the work for him. 

“Maybe I lied. I only took other lovers so you wouldn’t feel guilty. I was just trying to make you happy because I was never enough for you. Even the Mother herself knew. She knew I wasn’t enough for you so she sent us her.” 

Az looked like he’d been struck. Guilt and insecurity Eris had buried for decades laid out on full display. At that moment Eris hoped Azriel hurt just as much as he did. The silence between them was heavy and loud. It was finally Azriel who spoke, his own words sharp and stinging. 

“I never asked to be mated to you. You say this is easier for me and you, but it’s only easy for you. What’s easy is loving her. It’s not my fault you’re too fucked up to know that too.” 

Shadows grew thick around him and he winnowed out of the room. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

You showered and changed into a soft seafoam colored nightgown, given to you by Samira. She was sitting by a small side table reading when you came back into the bedroom. She set her book down and got up from her seat. 

“Did you tell him, Tarquin?” You asked. 

In your haste to get away, you didn’t think about the implications of your actions. Namely as High Lord’s mate seeking refuge in another court. You liked Tarquin a lot. He was kind and you were so happy when Samira and him hit it off. But he was still a High Lord of another court. Samira didn’t look you in the eyes from where she had sat on the edge of the bed. 

“I only told him what you told me.”

“That’s fine,” you said quickly. You got onto the bed and crawled up beside her. “I understand. If you hadn’t told him, I would have.”

“That said,” she put her hand over yours. “You’re here as my guest. Any correspondence will come directly to me unless there is a threat to the court.” 

You winced and she gave you a sympathetic look. Your mates were both known for their tempers. Azriel was well known for his impulsive behavior. You prayed to the Mother that neither of them acted irrationally. A hard thing to hope knowing you sealed this room the moment you entered. 

“Did you want some tea or do you want to rest for the night?” 

“Tea. I need to talk if you’re willing to listen.”

“Always,” she smiled. 

You grabbed a light robe and moved into the small sitting room. She waited as Samira had tea brought to the room. She fixed you a cup, and then she sat down and took her own in her hands. 

“So what happened?”

You let out a heavy sigh, trying to figure out where to start. 

You explained the best you could. How they both made a promise to go to dinner and neither showed. You explained how distant they’d been for months. You explained how Eris told you that dinner wasn’t as important as whatever he was working on with the upcoming summit. 

“He said I knew what I was getting into when we mated. As if I’m not managing his court while his nose is stuck in itinerary lists.” You added bitterly. 

She winced. “And Azriel? What did he say about all this?” 

“He said he was sorry. He lost track of time. Conveniently he was silent when I asked why his shadows didn’t remind him.” You stared down at the tea in your hand. You could feel your eyes water again. “He hasn’t- he has always been more physically affectionate than Eris. Out in public, at least. But he hasn’t even-“

You stopped yourself, your face burning. Samira didn’t need to know how Az hadn’t even called you by a specific pet name in weeks. Eris even longer. And how was you supposed to explain they even stopped just casually touching you? It was childish, to be upset about something so silly. Yet thinking about it just made you cry again. 

You wiped your eyes. “It just feels as if  they don’t want me anymore.”

“They're your mates, of course they want you.”

“Mates doesn’t always mean love, Samira. They did just fine without me for what? Two decades? Maybe longer. Maybe they miss it just being the two of them.” 

“Now you’re talking nonsense. Stop it,” she gave you a pointed look. 

“What if it’s the truth?” You were so sick of crying. You sniffled and wiped your eyes. “They know each other so well. What do they need me for?” 

They didn’t.

That was your whole issue. They didn’t need you. Eris and Az could practically communicate without words. They moved around each other seamlessly. Eris knew exactly how Az liked his tea. Az knew to move papers closer to the inside of the desk when Eris was on a rant, his hands moving about as he talked. Eris knew when to make the spare room without even asking Azriel if he needed it. You tried to watch, to listen. Five years and you still weren’t in tune with them. 

Samira shuffled in her seat, drawing your attention back to her. 

“Eris wrote a letter to Tarquin. I got it while you were bathing. It wasn’t much, just him requesting to know if you were here and if so, that you get this.” She held up an envelope with his seal on it. “I wrote back that I would handle communication and you’d be staying the night.” 

She laid the letter on the table in front of you. Your chest ached, begging you to open it immediately. You shoved it down. 

Samira added, “I informed him that if you want to stay longer, I can’t make you leave. Tarquin has already agreed to allow you to stay as long as you need.”

“Thank you,” you whispered and stared back down at your tea again. 

“Sleep on it. You can have breakfast with us and decide what you want to do in the morning.”

You nodded. Sleep sounded nice now that the adrenaline of the evening had crashed. You drained the rest of your tea and bid Samira good night. You left the letter on the table. You’d read it in the morning. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Eris poured himself the stiffest drink he’d had in decades. The shame and embarrassment of everything was still burning in his chest. He downed his drink in one swing and poured another. Both his mates were gone. He walked over to his desk where the correspondence with summer sat. Your friend had written back instead of Tarquin. He downed his second drink. 

To make things less complicated, I will be handling correspondence until this is resolved. Unless there is a threat to the court, I will not involve the high lord. I promise I will give her your letter in the morning. She was distraught when she arrived and I’ve just gotten her calmed. She’s currently bathing and I will get her some tea to help her sleep. 

There was a break in the letter and she added. 

She has yet to tell me what happened fully, but as her friend I am warning you both that you two better make this right. I will try to convince her to return in the morning, but she is a grown female. If she requests to stay, Tarquin has already told me she may. 

Eris tossed the letter back onto the desk. He doubted once you found out Az left too that you’d come home. It’s what he deserved. 

He was a fool to think he could do this- have two mates. To think he could be any better than his father. Three years mated to you and he still couldn’t control himself. Couldn’t toe the line between work and leisure. Fifteen mated to Az and he still spewed venom in his direction the moment he was cornered. And Eris finally got a taste of his own medicine when Azriel spewed it right back. 

With a heavy sigh, Eris pulled out more parchment and ink. There would not be a high lord summit- not with all of this happening. He’d draft the letters and send them in the morning. If he could sleep at all, with no one sharing his bed. He went and made a third drink. He opened his bonds and see if you or Az would respond. 

Still shut out. The urge to down that third drink was strong. He needed to be sober in the morning even if he didn’t want to be. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Azriel flew until his emotions settled. Eris’s foul words rung in his ears still. ‘I wish Elain never told us’ he’d said. ‘Even the mother herself knew I wasn’t enough for you so she sent her.’ 

His eyes watered and it wasn’t from the wind in them. There was an ache in his chest- both bonds were shut out. He and Eris fought plenty, before and after they reconciled and the bond snapped. Somehow this was still the worst. He ignored his own words that spewed like venom in response to what Eris had said. 

Azriel was angry and hurt. He left- if he stayed any longer the whole Forest House may have been burned to the ground. He circled the border between Autumn and Winter. He couldn't go back, not tonight. He landed in a clearing, stretching out his wings before tucking them back in. He didn’t want to go to Valeris. He had one other option. His shadows seemed to agree, as they circled him and he winnowed. 

He landed outside the wards of Rosehall. The fae lights shown through the window. 

She is awake. a shadow whispered. 

He thought about turning back. He didn’t want to disturb his mother, to bother her with his problems. Yet his feet carried him forward, the wards rippling around him. He tucked his wings in tight and walked to the door. He didn‘t have to knock; the wards were designed to let only few in and to notify her when someone arrived. He could hear the rush of footsteps inside and braced himself as the door opened. 

“Azriel?” His mother answered the door, a navy shawl you made for her wrapped tight around her shoulders, sides shaped to accommodate her wings. “What has happened?”

”I had a fight with my mates.” He said quickly. “They’re fine; I just- I couldn’t stay.”

His mother brushed back loose hair to tuck it behind her ear. He realized her hair was half braided. She nodded, and stepped aside to let him in. 

“I’m sorry, I can go.”

”Nonsense, come in. I just made tea.”

His shadows swirled past him, one or two weaving around his mother. They always loved her; probably more than him if he was honest. He stepped through the frame and looked around. He had visited two weeks ago and already things had changed. His heart skipped, looking into the sitting room. Feyre had taken to decorating his mother’s house with portraits and paintings. The one above the fireplace was of him and his mother. It was a new one on the wall to the left that wasn’t there two weeks ago that made him stop in his tracks. It was of his mother, himself, you, and Eris. From your mating ceremony, based on the clothing and how close together you all were. 

“The High Lady spoils me,” his mother said from his right. “Says my house is too empty. You should see the garden painting she had mounted in the hall a few days ago. Come.” 

He felt her hand grab his own. He could only grip back loosely. He didn’t realize how cold his fingers had gotten from flying. If she noticed, she didn’t say. She led him to the kitchen where a kettle sat on the stove. He sat at the small table and watched almost numbly while she gathered cups and poured the tea. 

“Zemër, tell me what happened.” 

Az looked down at the cup as she sat it in front of him. He wrapped his hands around it, letting the warmth ease the stiffness in his hands. If he was home, Eris would do it for him. He pushed that thought away. He took a few sips, relishing in how the warmth flowed through his chest. His mother waited patiently across from him, braiding the rest of her hair for bed. 

“I said some things I shouldn’t have.” His shadows nudged him on the shoulder. “I made a promise and didn’t keep it.” She hummed and tied off her hair. His voice cracked a little when he added. “I don’t know if I can fix it.” 

There was a beat of silence and his mother took a sip of her tea. “Why do you think such a thing?” 

“Because she left!” He snapped. His mother flinched and shadows hissed at him for raising his voice. “I’m sorry. She left and he- we’ve been so busy and she asked for one dinner and neither of us went. Then she left. And Eris said things. So I said things back.”  

He hated that hot tears fell down his cheeks. And that his mother was looking at him with pity. She reached over and took his hand, holding it tightly in her own. 

“Words are painful weapons and you are the best warrior in all prythian.” That made Azriel snort and she smiled softly. “This is a fight. Not a war. You haven’t lost yet. They are your mates. You love them. If you haven’t given up your love for them, what makes you think they have so easily given up their love for you?” 

She had him there. He gave her hand a squeeze, a gesture of thanks. Then a shadow swirled up his arm quickly. 

We must go. He furrowed his brows. He walks to our balcony. We must stop him. We must go. Go. 

“Shit.” Azriel winced at himself. He hated cursing in front of his mother. “Mama, I have to go. Thank you. For the tea.” 

She watched him stand, not letting go of his hand. “Be careful, my love.” 

Despite the tugging of the shadows he gave his mother a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll see you in two weeks. I promise.” 

She nodded and he winnowed away. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

At some point, Eris wasn’t sure when; he grabbed the whole bottle instead of pouring himself a glass. He couldn’t sleep. Not alone, with his thoughts and past memories hovering around the edges of the bed. They we’re waiting in the dark to grip him when he was most vulnerable. So instead he drank. Drank to numb the emptiness like he used to in the days before. 

One minute he was in his chambers and the next he was stumbling up stairs. There were several balconies in the forest house but there was only one nearest to the roof. He built it for Azriel. It had no railings, just a place for him to take off when he went flying. Az swore he didn’t need it; but he still used it. In Eris’s mind, Az would use the balcony when he came back home.

Because he had to come home. You both had to come home. Eris didn’t think he could bear it if you didn’t. It took him a moment when he reached the door to focus enough to grab the handle. Gods, he hadn’t been this drunk since his youth. Pushing into the room, it was bare- save the single old couch, rug, and unlit fireplace. His gaze fixated on the double glass doors that led to the balcony. If he could just get out there, he could wait. 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Eris nearly fell over, balance upended by Az’s voice behind him. He grabbed Eris by his shirt to pull him steady. Shadows that had been absent swirled in his vision, grazing his hair and neck as if checking him over. It took a moment for the world to stop spinning and his focus fixated on the male before him. 

“You came back,” Eris whispered. 

“Of course I did.” Azriel’s nose crinkled at Eris’ breath. “You're drunk.”

“Can’t sleep.” He felt his eyes water. He reached for Azriel’s shoulder but Az held him in place. “I’m sorry. I'm so sorry.” 

“Look at me,” Az’s hands were cold as they cradled Eris’ face, forcing him to look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry too.”

“Your hands are cold.” He muttered, his own reaching up to cover them. He wasn’t sober enough to focus his magic like he wanted to. 

“They are.” Az gave him a soft smile. “I’ll live.” 

Eris frowned. “Why did you come back?” 

To Azriel’s credit, he didn’t seem shocked at the question. 

“I came back because I love you.” And Azriel meant it. 

“But you said-“

“I said it’s not easy.” He paused for a moment. “It’s not easy but I choose you. I will always choose you. Because I love you.”

There was silence between them for a moment. 

“She’s not coming back.” 

Az grimaced. “Eris, it’s late. She’s safe in Summer and probably sleeping. Like we both should be.”

“But I need her here.” Eris could hardly bear it. He needed you back. He needed to apologize. “Can’t we go get her?” 

“So you want to start a war with Summer?” Az’s face was serious but there was a tilt in his voice. 

“You’re laughing at me.” Eris replied solemnly. 

“You’re drunk. It’s hard not to.” He sighed, his wings slumping and shadows buzzing about them. “Let’s go to bed and sleep this off.” 

Eris was silent but seemed to concede. Az guided him out the room and back to their chambers. He would have winnowed if Eris hadn’t been so inebriated. He really didn’t feel like cleaning up vomit. 

“You’re too good to me,” Eris muttered as they made their way down the hall. 

Az tightened his arm around him. “I could argue the same.”  

More silence passed. “Do you think she’ll come back?” 

Azriel didn’t reply. He could only hope. His shadows whispered as much as he helped Eris undress in their chamber and get him to bed. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

In Summer, you tossed and turned. The air was too warm even with the cool magical breeze that floated through the open windows. The bed was too small. Too empty. You finally cast a spell on your blanket and pillows, making them colder. How funny you’d gotten used to Autumn's colder climate.

The spell worked too well. You were suddenly too cold, too cold without Eris and Az’s body heat to keep you warm. Tears fell on your pillow. They were probably sleeping fine without you. Your mind went to the letter you left in the other room. You were too afraid to open it. They probably only wanted you home until after the High Lords’ meeting. Or maybe they never wanted you to come back. You pulled the blanket tight around yourself. Whatever the letter said could wait until morning. 

You sighed and tried to go to sleep. 

Part 3

[gunwoo-bh]

you like because, you love despite part two [as expected] - myg

as expected

chef!yoongi x korean!f!doctor!reader | mdni 18+

summary »» Your friendship always made sense to you and those around you. It wasn’t difficult when both your parents grew up together as best friends too. Your moms always used to refer to your friendship as being written in the stars, whereas your dads believed it impossible for you two, being girl and boy, to be best friends. Your mothers constantly remind them how wrong they’ve been to believe that. Or were they?

cw »» fluff, yoongi is a quiet but caring (just) friend?, reader continues to be queen of overthinking and hyperfocusing, secret pining, swearing, dual pov

wc »» 6.2k

author’s note »» Wowza! Thank you guys for the love on the first chapter of this new series! It's always odd finding your footing with new ideas, characters and world but I think it's getting easier! Here's chapter two for you to enjoy!

“What the heck…”

You laugh out loud when you see what’s waiting at your front door, shaking your head in amazement. You kneel down to unwrap the heavy package, smiling when you see containers full of food that’ll last you days. 

You dig your phone out of your bag, noting the late hour, but you know he’ll answer. He always does when it’s you. You dial and press for a video call, holding your phone up with one hand and pushing into your apartment, the food in one hand, as he picks up the call. 

It takes a moment for the video to connect, but once it does, you see he’s still at the restaurant as he cusses at the phone, trying to find a spot to stand it up as you laugh. You lock the door and walk into your place. 

“Are you planning on feeding me for the month, or do you really think I’m gonna eat all of this tonight?” 

His camera finally stabilizes, “Yah, I’m gonna use your words against you now. Just say thank you.” 

You snort, “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” You hear some glass clinking. “How was work?”

You grunt as you untie your hair, removing your coat and tossing it aside, “Long. As usual. I have to work a night shift tomorrow that I completely forgot I took for someone so, now I’m bummed. I was gonna come grab a drink at yours but now I can’t…What about you? Are you still cleaning up? It’s late.”

He hums, leaning against the counter to look directly at you through the camera, “Had a big group dinner tonight, they were…” he sighs, making you grin, “messy.” 

“Did they eat a lot and drink a lot?” 

He sighs, rotating the camera view to show you the mess left on the one table as you inhale sharply, “Yeah, absolute frat boys.”

You giggle, watching the camera rotate back to him, “You were one of those once too…”

He barks a laugh, “I was not.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m sorry to tell you but you absolutely were!”

You start putting the containers of food in your fridge, still full with the last batch of food he had made for you, “By the way,” he briefly glances up to you, “wait before giving me more food, okay? My fridge is quite literally full to the brim…” 

It’s your turn this time to rotate your camera, showing him the content of your fridge before putting it back in its original spot as he sighs, “You barely have time to cook for yourself. You shouldn’t be eating so much takeout.”

Scoffing, you shake your head, “I stopped ordering in when you started bringing me food. I don’t need to get scolded by my mom and you.” 

“I could tell my mom, too.” He threatens. 

“Yah,” you warn, “I will kill you if you do that.” 

He’s grinning as he takes his phone, and you, with him as he goes to clean the mess in the dining area. It is peaceful as both of you go on with your night, him cleaning up and with you washing up before making yourself a plate to eat. He glances at you every other moment as you enjoy your late dinner, chewing lazily and yawning between bites. 

“Tomorrow,” his voice shakes you out of your reverie, “come by the restaurant before we open for dinner, I’ll make you some lunch before you head off to work.”

You want to protest but you know how feeble that is since he never accepts your rejection and you rarely reject his offer either. 

“Mhm. I will.” 

He looks at you for a moment, “Finish your food and go to bed. You look like you’re about to collapse…”

He’s not wrong. You’ve been dog tired every single day of this week and the one before, and work has only gotten busier with more responsibility falling on your shoulders. 

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow! Goodnight~!” You wave at him as he wishes you goodnight, smiling lightly as you hang up first.

Knocking on the glass door, you peer inside to see if you can see him, but you don’t. Looking at your watch, you frown when you realize you are well within the time he had told you to come over. You nervously shift on your feet when you start thinking that he maybe forgot or got busy. 

You feel the lightest vibration in your pocket as you jump, digging into your purse as you smile when you see Yoongi’s name pop up. 

Yoong~ 🍊[3:07 PM]: Come upstairs, I’m home.

Relief washes over you, walking to the side of the building and going upstairs as you walk into his apartment, leaving your shoes at the door and you can smell your favourite food. You break out into a smile as you push into his place until you come around the corner to face him as he stands at the stove. 

“Soft tofu stew?”

He hums. 

“With seafood?” 

He nods. 

“Oh, I love you, have I ever told you that?” You come around the counter to grab a bowl in pure excitement. 

He’s staring at you when you glance up at him when he doesn’t move, obviously not used to your being vocal about your feelings for him as a friend. It wasn’t common but it wasn’t the first time you’d ever said that to him. 

“Not often, it seems.” You giggle timidly, rubbing your arm before nudging the bowl. “Can I?” 

Yoongi clears his throat, licking his lips, “How hungry?” 

“So hungry…” you’re pouting. 

He pours and pours until the bowl is nearly all full, your eyes wide in excitement at the feast he’s prepared for you. 

“I’ll bring the rest over, okay? Go eat.” He’s quietly putting food away already, finishing up in the kitchen before joining you at the table. 

He grabs your soda, opening it up as you take the first bite of food as you sigh in contentment. If your entire life could be spent enjoying meals Min Yoongi cooked for you? You’d consider that a pretty decent life to lead. You are wiggling in the chair, smiling with your mouth full as you sigh at how good it tastes. 

“How was brunch and lunch?”

“Sorta busy, sorta not. Quieter than usual?” He looks tired and you feel concerned as you watch him rub the side of his face. You take your spoon, making him a hearty bite before leaning over and holding it to him. 

“Eat. You look exhausted.” He frowns but takes the bite from you, watching you.

“You shouldn’t worry about me…”

You scoff, offended, “Of course I’m gonna worry…” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you look down, “who do you think I am?”

He opens his mouth just barely, breathing out softly, “I don’t like you worrying about me…”

“I know, but that’s the deal we both agreed to when we became friends…”

“Is it though? I don’t remember agreeing to that.” 

You pout, making him another spoonful which he takes without protest, “Yeah, you know that whole ‘you’re stuck with me and you can’t get rid of me’? That’s the friendship version of ‘in sickness and in health, ‘til death do us part’...” he chokes on his food, glancing up at you curiously. “So…yeah, you did agree to it. You didn’t disagree…”

“I’m older than you, I should be the one worrying…” he argues, voice low.

You snort, “You’re one year older, take it easy…” you sip the broth, gently slurping it, “are you gonna tell your girlfriend not to worry about you some day?”

His eyes widen, eyebrows furrowing after a moment, “What girlfriend?” 

“I don’t know. The girlfriend you’ll get someday? When you get a girlfriend, I mean. There is a day you’ll get a girlfriend and she will worry about you. Are you gonna forbid her?” Why are you ranting? He got the message. 

He’s watching your rambling with a curious but amused smile, “I’ll discourage it.” 

You snarl, sucking on your teeth as you look on disapprovingly, “I’ll make sure she doesn’t let it discourage her…”

“You won’t.” 

“Uh, yes. I will.” 

“You won’t be needing to talk to any girlfriend I ever have…” he assures, sipping his water.

“You sound so confident…” you squint your eyes at him.

Yoongi grins, “I am.” You do notice how his eyes take a gentle wander up and down as he nods firmly. 

“We’ll see…”

“We won’t.” You sigh loudly which makes him chuckle. “Why do you insist so much?”

You deflate, “Because I want you to let people take care of you, too…”

He shakes his head, arms crossing over his chest as he casually shrugs, “I don’t need or want others to do that. I have you.” 

Your breath catches in your throat, gulping loudly as you watch him watch you. This feels different and you don’t know why you notice this time around. Or maybe it’s always been there and you just decided to turn a blind eye to it. To deny what’s been there, maybe, this entire time. And a simple question changed everything you’ve ever felt or believed. 

“You always do.” You whisper.

He shifts in his seat, looking down to his lap and clearing his throat, “So, no girlfriend to worry about, ‘kay?” 

He quickly glances at you while you’re chewing the inside of your cheek, bobbing your head up and down as you try not to let your overthinking brain run too far with that sentence. What does he mean by not needing to worry about a girlfriend? Why would you? But when you face that question, you’re left with asking yourself one important thing.

Was that relief you felt when he said that?

You look up at him and realize, as he meets your eyes, that yes, you feel relief that he doesn’t have someone in his life right now. Other than you. His eyes are soft as he gazes at you, making your heart flutter and sending a shiver down your spine. You look away, down at the bowl of carefully prepared stew made just for you, as you blink slowly. 

“Okay.” 

He doesn’t say anything, sighing softly, “I don’t want you worrying because there’s nothing to worry about…” 

“I’d be a shitty friend if I didn’t worry…” 

He smiles gently, “How about I can take care of myself? But,” he adds quickly when you get ready to retort, “I will come to you if I need anything.” 

“You won’t.”

Yoongi huffs the smallest laugh, “I won’t but I’m hoping you believe it when I say that…as long as I have you, I’ll be okay.” 

“I do.” He hums when you shift. “Believe you.”

“Eat. I’ll drive you to work.” He stands up, grabbing his already empty bowl. 

You frown as you register that while pondering your friendship with Yoongi, he had managed to down an entire bowl of stew and when you glance to your own, you realize you’ve barely touched it. You gently reach for the spoon and you dig in as he cleans up, only the sound of slurping and dishes clinking heard for a while. 

When you finish, you wander over to him with your empty bowl and he simply takes it from you as you stand there, feeling small as he cleans up your things. You notice two containers of food set aside, smaller than the big one on his left as you frown. 

“These are for your dinner. For work. Tonight.” 

“Oh?” You look at his back. “Thank you.” 

He grabs them, taking a bag and placing them neatly in with all your favorite side dishes as you take the time to watch him. Then, you ask yourself: Do you find him attractive? Have you ever actually thought about it deeper than you did when you were fifteen?

The quick answer is: you have eyes; you’re not blind. 

But the more in-depth answer is: you have spent enough time looking at his soft face, every curve of his features carefully sculpted like he was a Renaissance sculpture made of Carrara marble. Nothing about him is harsh, except maybe his stare. But that was never reserved for you. Even if he tried to glare at you or stare you down, it always failed. He was always soft with you. No, softness aside, Yoongi never struggled in the looks department even when he didn’t like his appearance as a teen. His dyed hair matched his fair skin, the honey blonde tones accentuating the gentleness of his features. He was tall too—much taller than you, at least—and you liked his kind of tall. Not the kind where he towered over you to be intimidating, but just enough that you felt safe in his presence. As your eyes travel down to his shoulders, he turns around, catching you off guard.

Shit, were you really just checking him out inch by inch? 

Yes, you were.

He walks around the counter and faces you, looking down at you, “You ready to go?” 

You nod so fast you probably look like a bobblehead, “Yeah…”

You follow him out and down to the nice SUV he bought himself a few years back, thanking him when he opens the door for you as you get in. Your eyes follow him when he walks around the front to come sit behind the wheel, putting the keys in and immediately putting the heat on for you, setting the seat warmer only for you. You get comfortable, seatbelting yourself in as he puts the car into drive and exits the spot. 

The drive there is quiet, some music playing in the background as he keeps focused on the road ahead. You shut your eyes, breathing softly through your nostrils as you try to calm your heart which hadn’t stopped drumming steadily in your chest since Yoongi’s apartment. 

You gasp, eyes shooting open when you feel his hand on your wrist. His slender fingers wrap around it as he tugs your hand closer to his face, mouthing the air still in shock. He looks at something on your hand, shaking his head before placing your hand back down.

“You need to stop doing that.”

Confused, staring at him with a blank stare, “Huh?”

“Picking and chewing your nails…” he taps the top of your hand.

You look down at them, growing embarrassed at the state of them as you tug the sleeves of your sweater over them, “I know…” 

“Is work stressful?” 

The look you give him is met with a sigh, “What do you think? I’m a doctor, of course it is…”

“I mean, no one is being an ass, right?”

Your heart warms at his concern, making you hide a smile as you look out the window, “No one is being awful. Considering how this can go sometimes, especially for women, I’ve been just fine…”

He stays quiet for far longer than you expect, looking back at him to see that he’s already looking at you, “Good.” 

The rest of the car ride is silent as he pulls up to the entrance of the hospital, stopping in the drop off zone as you glance out to where you will spend the next eight or more hours. You feel him move next to you as he reaches in the backseat for the lunch he made you. He holds it in his lap, looking at you as you both sigh. 

“Thank you for feeding me. Again.” Your huffed laugh makes him smile just barely.

“Always.”

Always. Always sounded really good coming from him.

As you step out, you turn back to grab the bag from him as he looks at you, “I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“Sure. What time are you off anyway?”

“Four. In the morning.” You groan, letting your hand hang for a few seconds before waving. “I should go, I gotta clock in and do my rounds…”

“Have a good shift…”

“Thanks. You too. Don’t let drunk people get to you.” You wink at him as he sighs, waving you off.

You shut the door softly, waving at him as he drives away and you watch his car disappear as you glance down to the lunch he packed up for you. You smile softly, biting your lip and you head inside, your cheeks feeling warmer than the sun.

You apologize as you rush through the halls, holding your hospital ID lanyard down while taking a sharp corner. Glancing at your watch, you swear under your breath, wincing when you nearly crash into a colleague as you bow in apology. Spotting the cafeteria, you finally slow down, catching your breath as you scan the area for Harin. When she texted you that she was near the hospital, you had rushed down from your office to meet her for a quick coffee.

It was rare to spend time like this with a friend on a busier than usual night at the hospital, so it was always an easy yes to take a little time to catch up. Especially since it had been almost two weeks since Hoseok’s celebration dinner, and you rarely went that long without speaking to or seeing your girls. 

“Unnie!” You twist around when you hear her voice, smiling brightly when she’s waving you over.

You zig and zag through the tables, sliding into the chair she’s pulled out for you as you grab her hands, “Oh my god, I know it hasn’t been that long but I feel like I haven’t seen you in so long!”

She giggles, squeezing your hands, “I know! I’m kinda glad Namjoon's flight was delayed because it means we can catch up a little before I gotta head to Incheon.” She pushes an iced americano your way, gladly accepting the caffeinated gift. 

“What a girlfriend you are to be awake this late. Hope he knows how lucky he is…” you wink at her.

“Please, I remind him.” She giggles, chewing on the straw.

You sip it happily, listening to her talk about what’s been going on in her life and how work is treating her. Resting your chin in the palm of your hand, you're smiling at her as she talks about her last date with Namjoon just the other night.

“Thank you for babysitting Rocco that night. We really needed a date." You roll your eyes, groaning playfully. 

“Rocco and I had an amazing cuddle, he's the best pup ever. And you guys are so fucking cute. I’m so glad you two finally got together."

She blushes, “Well, we were the only ones clueless about our feelings really…”

You both quiet down as you slurp whatever is left of your drink and you look down to your phone where a text from Yoongi has been waiting to be answered for the last hour. Chewing on the inside of your cheek you rub the back of your neck as you clear your throat.

“Can…can I ask you a question?” 

She’s smiling, nodding softly, “Yeah! Shoot.”

You shift awkwardly in your seat, playing with your hospital ID as you sigh, “When…when did you start considering Namjoon as like, how do I say, an option?” You see her frown. “I mean, when did dating or having feelings for Namjoon become an option that was like valid…fuck, this is sounding so stupid…”

But Harin is smiling as you rub your temple. Why did this have to be so weird?

“I’d say two or three years into our friendship I was like ‘oh?’ but I still never went too far into that line of thinking until we went on that double date we were set on? And the girl he was there with basically told him it was weird to have more romantic vibes with his friend than the girl he was on an actual date with…”

You had never heard that story before, chuckling softly, “Really?” 

She nods, “It still took me a year to even consider him an option. To look at him and notice ‘oh, he’s quite handsome’ or to realize the way his nicknames for me made me smile or that whenever he touched my back or held my hands in his to warm them gave me butterflies…”

Her confessing those little things makes you smile and hope for love like that someday,  “Was it long after that before you realized it wasn’t just a crush?”

She hums, “I believe, and this is just me, that most boy-girl friendships always go through a phase of crushing on each other. It happens. Like I know you used to have a crush on Yoongi when you were a teen but you got through that phase and look at you guys…” 

You smile tightly, “Yeah…”

“So, I think I always did like him but I was more scared of losing our friendship so, convincing myself we could only ever be friends made far more sense. Until it kept bothering me. I was just lucky he felt the same…” She smiles, cheeks pink from thinking about their story before she snaps her attention back to you. “Why are you asking?” 

You’re quiet for longer than usual, thinking of how to approach the subject without fessing up to what your brain had been filled with these last two weeks. 

“Uh, well,” you sigh, frustrated as you groan, “fuck it, okay. When Minha asked about you guys, and Hoseok and Soojin the other night?” She nods. “Well, when she asked about Yoongi and I, it occurred to me that we’d never been asked that together in the same room. Ever. Never. That was the first time. And I mean…none of you guys ever asked us together or alone.”

“Do you wanna know why?” 

“Yes! Please…”

She scoots her chair that little bit closer, “Because you always made sure to make a point that all you were to each other is friends.” You’re not sure what you expected but it wasn’t that answer. “Best friends. Even when you introduced him to new people or even your exes, he was always ‘my childhood best friend Yoongi’.”

You mouth the air, no words coming out. Did you always say that? 

Harin continues, “Why is this bothering you? I didn’t wanna bring it up and to be frank, we all get the distinct feeling you would both rather never talk about that subject…”

You’re frowning, clearing your throat, “Because it made me wonder what about us made her think that in the short amount of time she met us…”

You see Harin hide a grin behind her hand as you frown when she catches you staring, “Oh, honey,” she reaches for your hand, “you ready to hear why?”

“I don’t know about her, but I know I am!” You yelp and jump, looking behind you to see Jimin standing there with dinner in hand as he laughs. 

“Aish! How long have you been there?!” You whisper yell. 

“Long enough. I’m sorry, I was eavesdropping.” You smack him as he sits next to Harin. “So, do you want to hear the why or are you gonna stay mad that I listened in on your conversation?”

You’re about to snap but you stop. Damn Jimin for knowing how curious you are and using it against you. 

“Talk.” 

“Whoa, Yoongi really has influenced you, huh?” You’re about to reach over the table but Harin thankfully beats you to it, smacking her boyfriend straight across the chest as he whines. 

“Just talk. I might let her attack you next time.” She warns him, smiling when he gasps when staring at her. 

Jimin smiles as he turns to you, “You guys basically are a couple without the label and the more, you know, intimate ‘stuff’...” 

“Just say sex, damn it.” You mutter under your breath. “We aren't though…” 

Jimin, mouth full, nods, “Ha’ to shay i’ bu’ you ‘re…”

You’re staring at him, squinting as you glance at Harin who sighs, “He said ‘hate to say it but you are’...” 

“I wonder why you're single...” You tease him, making Harin snort. 

He finishes his bite, “You scare them all away.”

Harin pinches his thigh, making you laugh, “You guys are like brother and sister, I swear…” she claps, “alright, children, back on track here!” 

Jimin clears his throat as he sits back, “Look, everyone knows you two are super close and how long you’ve known each other…but we’ve all thought, at some point, that you guys would either experiment or just go for it and date…”

“All of you have thought this?!”

Harin and Jimin glance at each other, nodding softly.

This completely shocks you to your core, frowning as you mouth the air and you rub your chest. Is it heartburn or are you feeling anxious? You swallow thickly, feeling like your own saliva has turned into sand which you’re trying to gulp down as quickly as possible. Why has no one told you anything?

“But you never said anything…”

“Because we know how much you value your friendship and I didn’t want to create any doubt in your mind even if I did want to ask…” Harin looks at you, compassionate to how you’re feeling. “You guys are such great friends…we didn’t want to be the friends who teased mercilessly so we knew not saying a thing was best…”

“Plus, Yoongi scares us. Ouch!!” He rubs his arm when she hits him as Harin shakes her head at him, confusing you even more. 

“Uhh, why?”

Harin is still glaring at your friend, and colleague, turning her head to look at you with a look you can’t describe, “Because he has told us off when we’ve teased…”

You’re left completely stunned, “When was that?”

“Oh! Years ago. Every new person that’s joined our group since then has been warned to not bring it up.” You frown, leaning back as she adds. “Mostly because Yoongi is also insanely protective of your friendship…of you.”

You knew that already, that was a given between you two. But you’ve never known him to be protective of your friendship that way, not like the way you are loudly protective. You find it heartwarming to know he is defending your friendship that way too, but you also wonder…is that the only way he sees you?

No.

That shouldn’t matter. You can’t let it matter. 

Harin notices your frustration as you sigh, “It’s stupid…”

Jimin loses his playfulness as he watches you, “It’s most likely not.” He leans forward. “Tell us. Y’know we won’t say a thing, right?”

You sit there wondering for a while just how bad saying it out loud would be. Isn’t saying it out loud just making it more real? Doesn’t that force you to face the reality of what may be? You have no idea, but you know one thing: it rests so heavy on your chest that you have to talk to someone who isn’t Yoongi. 

“After…that dinner, I was left wondering…” you sigh loudly, frustrated at even speaking the words, “why I never seriously considered dating Yoongi?”

You think this should not leave you all with this feeling that washes over all three of you. Like a wave crashing against rocks loudly, you all understand the significance of this moment and of the question. You watch the way your friends glance at each other, sharing a whole conversation with one look before glancing back at you. 

“It’s dumb, I told you…” you awkwardly rub your neck, feeling like you had officially created a memory of you in their minds that they would never be able to forget. 

Harin shakes her head, “It’s not.” 

You see her features soften when she catches sight of the fear that flashes in your eyes. You always speak of your biggest fear in life being losing your friendship with Yoongi and if you were to investigate this question for an answer, you know things would never be the same. 

“No?”

Your friends shake their heads, Jimin leaning forward, “Have you been thinking about it?”

You’ve tried not to these last couple of weeks, only allowing your mind to wander briefly to that line of thinking a handful of times. You hum, “Yeah, I mean…we’ve been friends for so long but it never actually occurred to me that I never gave it real thought…until now.”

“Do you think your…crush on him all those years ago may have resurfaced?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t even really thought that far…” You lean and rest your head on your arms, shutting your eyes tightly. 

“Well,” Harin starts, “you don’t have to figure this out now, y’know? You don’t need to rush thinking about it…you can even decide not to think about it if you didn’t want to…” 

Opening your eyes, you're met with the concerned eyes of your friends who are smiling softly at you, “But that’s all I can think about…since that night…” you breathe out.

Jimin's eyes widen lightly, never having seen you this concerned, “And that’s definitely new…”

You nod, “Fifteen year old me already knew the crush was silly because I did not want to ruin our friendship and there was no way he would have felt the same anyways…”

“You probably buried that way deep down…” 

“It’s so stupid. In a few days I won’t even be thinking about this I bet you…” you try, without much success, to fool yourself into believing that lie. You look down to your watch and sigh, “I have to go, I have an appointment soon…but thanks for listening and giving your input about my brain being…silly…”

You stand up, quickly walking around to give each of them a hug as you bid them goodbye. Jimin and Harin look at each other after you’ve walked off, sharing a knowing look.

“This is…just as expected.”

“This was bound to happen....” Harin chuckles. 

Jimin sighs, “I don’t wanna jump to conclusions but…I've been waiting for this for so long…”

Harin pinches the back of his hand, “Don’t jinx it.” 

4:47 AM

You’re leaning over the nurses station, reporting your last patient chart to them to relay to the next doctor. You can feel the exhaustion setting behind your eyes, blinking it away as you listen to your head nurse as you sign some forms for her to hand over. 

“You must be so tired.” She pouts while looking at you. “I’ll hand these over, you should go home.”

“Are you sure?” 

She nods, grabbing the forms out of your hands as you smile and you return to your office, getting changed and locking up behind you as you drag your body all the way down to the main floor. You adjust your bag over your shoulder as you yawn, slowly getting off the escalator as you look up from your phone and you stop sharply, your sneakers squeaking. 

Sitting in the lobby sits Yoongi, arms crossed and leaned back with his eyes shut, probably napping as he’s obviously been waiting for you. You look down to your watch and the, now, five am timestamp makes you feel guilty. You were supposed to be done an hour ago. Nervously chewing on your lower lip, you wince as the guilt crawls its way into your chest and you make your way over to him. He doesn’t budge when you stand next to him, grabbing and shaking his shoulder gently as he startles away, eyes wide as looks up to you and he relaxes, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

“What are you doing here? And don’t say ‘to take you home’ like it’s obvious. You should be asleep…” you chastise. 

He mouths the air awkwardly for a moment, not expecting your wittiness, “Couldn’t sleep?” 

You scoff, leaning over to search his coat pockets for his car keys and he simply holds them up for you, “I’m driving us, and you don’t get to say shit about this…”

Gazing up at you, he doesn’t move as you look down and Yoongi stands up, causing you to stumble back as he grabs your shoulder. He raises his eyebrows, checking if you’re okay. 

“I’m fine.” You shift on your feet. “Where are you parked?” 

He hands you a ticket for the underground hospital parking as you scowl, “I didn’t want to find parking on the street…”

You link your arm with his, dragging him downstairs. Once you’re sat in the car, you adjust the seat and seatbelt yourself in, checking he does the same, before driving off. He stays quiet the entire way back, trying to keep awake but fading every other second until you ask him a question.

“Yours or mine?”

“Mhm?”

“Crash at yours or mine? We’re both dead on our feet…” 

“Do you work tomorrow?” He mumbles.

“Nope. Day off tomorrow.”

“Then mine.”

You come to a sudden stop, startling him as you chortle, “We’re here.” 

Looking out the window to his building, it takes Yoongi a moment to process that you drove directly to his home already, “Why ask?” 

You shrug, “Felt like it. Plus it was really cute that you weren’t even aware that I was driving us here…” He blinks tiredly. “Okay, you’re tired and I’m tired, let’s go up…”

Once inside, you immediately rush to get ready for bed before collapsing, without uttering a single word to your friend, as exhaustion threatens to knock you out when you fall back onto the mattress. You stare at the ceiling for what feels like five seconds and when you blink, sleep takes hold of you and you drift off peacefully.

Yoongi takes a long time to clean up his kitchen, regretting leaving it a mess before coming to pick you up. He knows he could do this in the morning or worse, he knows you’re likely to clean it up for him. He can’t have that. This is his mess. 

He wipes the counter one final time, tossing the cloth across the counter as he gives up for now. Glancing outside he can see the tiniest amount of light, indicating the sunrise was slowly making its appearance. Flicking the lights off one by one, he shuts the curtains for guaranteed darkness in the morning. Padding down the hallway to his bedroom, he opens the door and walks through the darkness to his ensuite bathroom. 

He’s done washing up, wiping his face with a towel as he looks at his reflection. He leans forward to card his fingers through his blonde hair, noticing the beginning of his dark roots growing out already and sighing. He nods, satisfied as he shuts the light off and uses his phone as a flashlight to walk to bed. 

Yoongi’s eyes widen when he sees the lump under his sheets, realizing, in his sleepy state, that it was most definitely you in his bed. He rubs his chest, considering his next step. He sighs, too tired to think about walking down the other hall to the guest room. He should have known this could happen, seeing as this was mostly where you slept when you stayed over at his. But he is too tired and cares very little about your reaction come morning to go in the other room, choosing to explain himself and seek an apology later instead. 

He approaches your side of the bed, your phone on the ground and your hand hanging over the edge. He huffs slightly. You must have dropped it when you fell asleep, he smiles at the image as he reaches down to pick it up, grabbing the charger he left for you here to plug it in. He places it down on the bedside table, looking over to you when doing so. Your hair covers your entire face, moving softly with the air that leaves you slightly parted lips as he grins and he uses two fingers to gently move it away, tucking it gently over your shoulder. His breath is shaky as he stares down at you, biting his lower lip as he admires the image of you in his bed. 

Your phone lightly buzzing startles him, shaking him out of his thoughts of you. He shuffles around the other side of the bed, pulling the covers off and gently sitting down in bed, glancing over his shoulder to ensure he hadn’t woken you up. He’s relieved when your breathing doesn’t change, carefully lying down next to you and staring at the ceiling. Yoongi sets an alarm on his phone, glancing over and over at you, afraid to wake you up with his lit up screen. With a sigh, he plugs his phone in and finally shuts his eyes, too. It always takes him longer to fall asleep, especially when his mind decides to play a joke on him and he’s left thinking of every possible scenario of what would happen if you were to wake up and realize you were both in the same bed. 

And as he comes up with about one hundred and one scenarios, his heavy eyelids begin winning over as his body slowly carries him into the land of sleep. But as he falls steadily into it, he’s aware of the bed dipping and you shifting next to him. And right as he’s enveloped by the softness and warmth of his bed, his ease into the land of sleep probably also has to do with the warmth of your body that’s nestled in his side and around him unexpectedly. 

Yoongi drifts off to sleep with one single thought. 

The thought of you.

author’s note »» We're finally getting a better idea of exactly where Yoongi stands in regards to reader! And it seems like he's bit further down the rabbit hole than reader is! I hope you enjoy chapter two! I am really excited for what's coming next! :D

previous | masterlist | next

tag list »» @rottingbedpost @muchwita @kam9404 @abbythetaurus @petroogorodnik @lolpanda94 @yoongiiuu93 @miaaa1122 @yngisstuff @asyr97 @mar-lo-pap @jajabro @wobblewobble822 @militrybarbi @voorel @suga-nya @thegirlwithnomiddlename @as-hs-blog @moreficspls @famoussharkflower @giooliveirafreitas @theoldsycamore @aestheticians-world @beomies-world @jenc09 @itttsssshannnnah @millieamilli @amarawayne @moorepls @jessjaz @kenzieisdumb @butterymin @florabloomgirly @snoopkie @thebaratheonlion @hyyhpt2 @purple-flowers-07 @fortunatelychocolatetale @rkivesoutro @honeypot31 @neh-u @ashurb @baby-meowmeow9397 @aveline17 @meghanacloud @kelsyx33 @holmes202 @strattie @burningash1101 @coffexb @basicallyasummerchild @yunkimineko @kittycad1dsn @bitch–ari @speckofjoy @yoonmimi7 @this-most-assuredly-counts @diamonddia-mond @akunemayo

post separator credit to @enchanthings-a

[himasgod]

Where they see your sh scars

Ch: Scaramouche, Kinich, Heizou and Lyney.

CW: 700 per character

TG: It's been a long time since I last wrote, sorry! I've been very busy with my studies lately, and I'll continue to be, but I hope to get back to my activity! Regarding this, there have been many people who have asked me for help in requests, and as I usually say in this type of request, you are not alone. Ask for help if you are going through a bad time. Even if you see it as dark, there are people, entities, associations, laws… protecting you. You will be able to get through this, and when you do, the scars will be nothing more than memories of your bravery that will heal little by little.

Scaramouche

The wind blew hard in the cold night, rustling the branches of the dry trees around you.

You stood in front of him, your body rigid with tension, as the dim moonlight illuminated Scaramouche’s porcelain unchanging face. His expression was the same as ever: an impenetrable mask of disdain mixed with indifference. But his eyes, dark and heavy with repressed emotions, stared at you as if he was trying to decipher a riddle he couldn’t solve.

You had made the mistake of carelessly rolling down your sleeves.

Now he knew.

“What are those marks?”

His sharp voice broke the silence, chilling your blood.

“It’s none of your business.”

You took a step back, clutching your arms to your chest as if you could protect yourself from his piercing gaze. But you knew it was useless. Scaramouche was a master at dismantling defenses, at ripping out the most painful truths without an ounce of mercy.

“Answer me.” He took a step toward you, his tone lower, but no less menacing.

“Why do you care?” you shot back, trying to stand your ground, though your voice trembled.

He stopped just a step away from you, his eyes boring into yours. There was something beyond the usual anger in his gaze: something he couldn’t or wouldn’t name.

“I don’t care,” he lied, with that biting sarcasm he used to hide any vulnerability. “I just want to know if you’re lying to me. If you’re weaker than I thought.”

The wound his words left was immediate, like a knife wound to your chest. You clenched your fists, your nails digging into the palms of your hands as you tried to hold back tears.

“Is that what you think? That I’m weak because… because I hurted myself?”

“Aren't you?” He replied cruelly, but there was something broken in his voice.

“You have no idea what I’ve been through!” you screamed, your words filled with rage and pain. “You have no idea what it feels like to live with the weight of not being enough, of feeling like nothing matters! You have no right to judge me!”

He recoiled slightly, surprised by the intensity of your words. But he didn’t respond.

He couldn’t.

“You know what, Scaramouche? Maybe I am weak,” you continued, your voice breaking. “But at least I’m brave enough to admit it. And you? How long are you going to keep hiding behind that mask, pretending you don’t feel anything, that you don’t care about anyone?”

The silence stretched between the two of you, so thick you could almost hear your heartbeat.

Finally, Scaramouche looked away.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know more than you think.”

He looked at you again, this time without the barrier of his sarcasm. There was something raw in his expression, something you had never seen before: fear.

Not for you, but for what you meant to him.

“Those scars,” he murmured finally, his voice barely audible, “make me remember that I can’t protect you. I can’t even protect myself.”

Your eyes filled with tears as you moved closer to him, ignoring the urge to keep your distance.

“I don’t need you to protect me, Scaramouche. I just need you to be here. To let me be with you, even when it hurts.”

He didn’t respond, but when you took his hand, he didn’t pull away. His fingers were cold, but they held onto yours with a desperate strength.

“Maybe we’re both broken,” you whispered. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t find some peace together.”

Scaramouche closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. He didn't say anything else, but in that moment, you knew that, even though it was hard, he wasn't going to let you go.

Kinich

The jungle was silent, save for the crackling of the campfire and the distant echo of some nocturnal saurian.

Kinich sat across from you, his claymore resting to one side. He wasn’t sharpening it this time; he was simply watching you, his gaze fixed on your nervous movements. You had been silent all night, the sleeves of your robe pulled down to cover your hands, as if you wanted to disappear beneath the fabric.

“Are you going to keep staring at me or say something?” you blurted, your voice higher than you intended.

He didn’t answer right away. His eyes narrowed, studying you with that irritating calm that seemed unfazed. Finally, he spoke.

“Why are you hiding it?”

The air stopped in your lungs.

Your hands shook slightly as you clenched your sleeves, as if by doing so you could erase what you knew he had seen.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kinich leaned forward, his movements deliberately slow. His fingers, rough from years of hunting and surviving, caught your wrist before you could pull away. The fabric of your sleeve gave way, exposing the scars that marked your skin like a map of old and new pain.

“Of this,” he said quietly, his tone devoid of judgment, but filled with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Let me go!” you struggled, your voice cracking in the attempt to sound strong.

“No.”

The firmness of his response disarmed you. There was no anger in his tone, no pity. But no softness either. It was as if he were confronting you, forcing you to see something you’d been avoiding for too long.

“What do you want me to say?” you blurted, tears threatening to spill over. “That I did it because I couldn’t take it anymore? That each of these scar is a reminder of how little I’m worth? How broken I am? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Kinich didn’t look away for a second. His grip on your wrist didn’t loosen, but it wasn’t aggressive either.

He was holding you back, yes, but not to hurt you, but to make sure you didn’t run away from this conversation.

“What I want,” he said, his voice deeper, almost like a growl, “is for you to stop talking about yourself like you’re less than nothing. Because you’re not.”

“And what do you know?” you screamed, the pent-up pain bursting out in every word. “You weren’t there! You don’t know what it feels like to live with this weight, this shit on your head every day! You don’t know what it feels like to want to disappear because nothing matters and no one notices, because no one stops you…”

“I noticed,” he interrupted, his tone sharp as a leaf.

The silence fell between the two of you, so heavy you could barely breathe. Tears finally fell, hot and treacherous, as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

“Why can’t you just ignore it like everyone else?” You whispered, your voice cracking.

Kinich let go of your wrist, only to slide his rough hands up to your shoulders. He forced you to lift your head, to look into his eyes.

“Because I’m not everyone else. Because when I see this,” he said, pointing to your scars, “I don’t see someone weak. I see someone who fought against herself and is here, breathing, alive. That’s not weakness. That’s strength.”

“I don’t feel strong…” you confessed between sobs.

“It doesn’t matter how you feel right now,” he said firmly, “because I know. And if I have to stay by your side until you understand, I will. But don’t ever say that you don’t matter, because to me, you matter more than my own life.”

The weight of his words fell on you like an avalanche. You couldn’t respond, you couldn’t say anything. You could only cry as he wrapped you in his arms, holding you as if he was afraid you would fade away.

And for the first time in a long time, you didn't feel like you were alone in the battle.

Heizou

It was early morning, and the dim light of dawn was beginning to filter through the cracks in the windows.

You sat at the table in his small office, watching as Heizou flipped through some reports with that carefree smile he always seemed to have. But tonight something was different. His smile didn’t reach his eyes, and the air between you was thick with a tension you couldn’t quite explain.

“You know,” he began, his tone casual as he closed the report, “I have a theory.”

Your heart instantly sank. That phrase, which normally meant he was about to dazzle you with his intelligence, this time filled you with irrational fear.

“Oh yeah? What kind of theory?” you tried to sound carefree, but your voice trembled slightly.

Heizou didn’t respond right away. Instead, he stood up from his chair and slowly approached you, his eyes locked on yours. His gaze, always shrewd, was now deeper, as if he was seeing something you were desperately trying to hide.

“A theory about you,” he finally said, his voice soft but heavy with intent.

You tried to laugh, but it sounded forced.

“What about me? I’m not interesting enough for a great detective to waste time analyzing my life.”

“No?” His smile faded, revealing a seriousness he rarely displayed. “Then explain this to me.”

Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist carefully but firmly, lifting your sleeve to reveal the scars you had tried to hide.

The air left your lungs as you tried to pull your arm away, but Heizou didn’t let you. Not roughly, but with unwavering determination.

“Why, my love?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper, but the weight of his words unbearable.

“It’s… it’s not what it seems,” you stammered, though you both knew it was a lie.

“It’s not what it seems?” he repeated, his tone firmer now. “Then explain to me, because I see someone who carries more pain than she should carry alone.”

Your throat closed up, and tears began to pool in your eyes. You tried to look away, but Heizou leaned in close, his expression filled with a mix of pain and concern that completely disarmed you.

“You can’t solve this, Heizou,” you murmured, your voice cracking. “It’s not a case you can close with a brilliant theory or a perfect deduction.”

“Maybe not,” he admitted, letting go of your wrist to gently take your hand. “But I’m not going to stand by while you wallow in this.”

“Why do you care so much?” you cried, your emotions finally spilling over. “You have no idea what this feels like! You can’t just come into my life and fix everything like you’re a hero!”

“You think I’m trying to be a hero?” His voice rose, but not in anger, but in a desperation he rarely showed. “I’m not a hero, but you're my girlfriend. And I’m also not someone who can ignore the fact that the person I love is hurting.”

His words hit you like a bolt of lightning. You tried to say something, anything, but tears were already streaming down your cheeks.

“I don’t understand why you do this,” you finally murmured, your voice barely audible. “I’m not… I’m not enough.”

Heizou let out a deep sigh, leaning in even closer until his forehead touched yours.

“You are enough. You always have been. But you have to let me be here for you. I can’t promise that everything will be easy, but I’m not going to leave. No matter how hard you try to push me away.”

His words, spoken with such honesty, broke through the barriers you had built around your heart. And in that moment, as he held you, you felt something you hadn't felt in a long time: hope.

Lyney

The theater tent was empty, the only sound being the faint echo of your footsteps on the wood.

Lyney stood in the center of the stage, under the dim light of a lantern that barely illuminated his silhouette. There was something unusually tense about his posture, as if the charismatic and self-assured magician you knew had vanished, leaving only a boy burdened with silences.

You watched him from a distance, your long sleeves hiding the marks you had learned to conceal all too well.

But this time, he had noticed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice broke the silence, but it wasn’t filled with the usual sweetness he used to captivate crowds. It sounded broken, as if each word cost him more than he wanted to admit.

“Tell you what?” you tried to dodge, your tone defensive.

Lyney turned to you, his gaze trapping you as if you were part of one of his tricks. But this time there was no play in his eyes, only a mix of hurt and frustration that disarmed you.

“Don’t play with me, love.” He took a step towards you, and you instinctively recoiled. “I saw your arms.”

The air seemed to stop.

You had been careless, you knew it.

But you never thought Lyney, always busy with his illusions and shows, would notice.

“It’s not what you think,” you murmured, though you both knew it was a lie.

“Oh, no?” His voice rose slightly, laden with a desperation he rarely showed. “Then explain it to me. Explain to me why someone like you, someone who lights up my life more than any spotlight, feels like she has to…”

He trailed off, unable to get the words out.

“Why do you care?” you blurted out, your voice shaking as you fought to maintain control. “You only show what you want others to see. Why can’t you let me do the same?”

Lyney clenched his fists, his jaw tight as he tried to maintain his composure. But you could see his perfect facade beginning to crack.

“Because it’s not a trick.” He took another step towards you, his eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite place. “This isn’t a show. You can’t just hide behind a curtain and hope it all goes away. I’m not going to disappear!”

“But I should!” you cried, your voice cracking as tears began to run down your cheeks. “You should disappear like everyone else. Because no matter how hard you try to fix it, I’m always going to be broken.”

Lyney looked at you, and for a moment, you thought he was going to back away, that he was going to let you sink into the abyss you’d built around yourself. But instead, he crossed the distance between the two of you in one step and took your hands, pulling at the sleeves that hid the scars.

“Broken?” He murmured, his voice now barely a whisper. His fingers brushed the marks on your skin with a gentleness that almost broke you completely. “Is that what you think?”

“I don’t know what else to be…” you began, but your voice trailed off when he looked up.

“No.” His tone was firm, as if he were uttering a spell. “You are not broken. You are strong, even if you don’t see it. And if I have to remind you of that every day, I will.”

“Why?” you sobbed, unable to understand why someone like him, bright and full of life, would want to be burdened with someone like you.

“Because I love you.”

The words came out unvarnished, without tricks or artifice. It was the rawest truth Lyney had ever spoken, and it hit you with an intensity that took your breath away.

“I am not what you deserve,” you whispered, trying to pull away, but he held you tighter.

“Maybe you’re not,” he said with a bitter smile, his own vulnerability reflected in his eyes. “But I’m not what others think I am either. We both wear masks, my dear. The difference is that I want to take them off with you.”

And with those words, Lyney hugged you, holding you as if you were the only reality in a world full of illusions.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

What about a sub!villain who tries to play the part of the suave, dominant villain cause they’re afraid of vulnerability… and an actually dominant hero who sees through it and flips the script. Could it also be spicy please?

Also, your writing is amazing and it makes my day better! Thank you so much for sharing it! I send you hugs!

"You may think you're deceptive. But you are not." The end of the villain's dagger nearly buried its way into their own skin. Although the villain couldn't recall when the hero had gotten a hold of it during the fight, they were quite pleased with the result. (The result being the hero on top of them, still panting from the fight.) "Your effort is quite delightful, though."

The villain cracked a smile.

"Oh, you want to ravage me so bad..."

"Your imagination doesn't even come close to how bad I truly want that," the hero answered.

There was something in their presence that stirred the villain in an exciting way. Was it their body? Their personality? Their morals and their desires? Usually, the villain considered themselves to be talented when it came to reading people and analyzing the relationships they had with them.

For better or worse, it was different with the hero. More confusing. More dangerous.

At this point, the villain was playing with fire - they didn't know exactly what their relationship with the hero was nor where they stood.

"I loathe you for being my only weakness." The hero let the blade dig into the villain's chin until they looked up. "And destroying you would probably bring me some peace."

"Oh." The villain had never heard such a blunt statement coming from the hero. At least not something this personal and...open. It nearly made the villain sick to their stomach how casually the hero had mentioned it.

Slowly, the hand which wasn't holding onto the dagger travelled up the villain's arm until those cursed fingertips found a shaking wrist and grabbed it.

"But what am I without you? What is Orpheus without his muse?"

"You're so charming today..." The villain tried to sound as flirty as they could but their voice was inexplicably trembling.

When had the hero decided to be so horrible and seduce the villain? And why on earth was it working?

"How does that make you feel?" the hero asked, their voice nothing more than a whisper. They freed their index finger from their grip around the villain's wrist and slowly, agonizingly, let it travel upwards. The villain took in a sharp breath, surprised by the hero's actions.

It felt a little too intimate. Nearly immoral.

The villain felt quite stupid for blushing, after all, it was just the hero's finger rubbing against their palm and their breath on the villain's neck.

"I'm..." The villain tried to concentrate but it wasn't that easy anymore. They closed their eyes, close to defeat already. "Sorry, what do you mean?"

Did the hero have to level their weight on the villain's hips? Did they have to say these things? Startle the villain like that? Couldn't they just flirt, try to kill each other and go home after?

Did the hero have to whisper something this close to a confession into the villain's ear?

"How does it feel to be my only weakness?" the hero murmured. Their grip loosened and slowly, their hand began their conquest towards the villain's fingers. "How does it feel to mean so much to me? To occupy my thoughts during the day? And my dreams during the night?"

Hell, the hero was dreaming about them?

"What are you doing...?" Suddenly, the hero let their fingers entwine, squeezing gently and for whatever reason, the villain took in a quick breath.

"I believe we both know you crave a superficial relationship. Something that makes you feel superior and secure. But I can tell you from personal experience that those relationships don't work out in the long run. They will make you feel miserable. They will make you feel worthless. If I want you, I will want you bare. And there is nothing I desire more." Their lips were close to the villain's. "In your own time, of course. You strip. Figuratively and literally, obviously."

"I- You-"

"I am always willing to help, though." The hero smirked lazily and squeezed the villain's hand. "There is no reason to feel ashamed. Or to feel weak. After all, you have me in your hand."

The villain couldn't say anything.

It had started as a normal fight. With the usual flirting.

And now, the villain was actually thinking about opening up to someone. To talk about all their horrible fears and the self-doubt. About all their mistakes and regrets.

This had to be some new weapon or master plan to turn the villain into a good person. Whatever it was, the villain feared they would think about this encounter for the months to come.

"I will keep this, though," the hero announced. They held up the villain's dagger and pushed themselves off the villain. "Everyone needs a memento of their beloved, don't they?"

All the villain could do was stare as the hero blew them a kiss and vanished into the night.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE'S A TUNNEL UNDER OCEAN BLVD?

TW: angst

The day Vinnie passed away, SAM MONROE felt his heart collapse in ways he didn’t think were possible. His life had already been torn apart once—losing you after childbirth, holding your lifeless hand while your baby boy let out his first cry. Now, that same boy, his little Sam Junior, was gone as well.

It all started with a small fever. Nothing dramatic at first, just Vinnie’s soft, sleepy murmurs and flushed cheeks. Sam had thought it was just a cold, something a little Tylenol and his mom’s warm compresses could fix. He’d carried Vinnie downstairs to his mother, who cooed at her grandson and tried her best to soothe him.

But when the fever didn’t break, when Vinnie’s tiny body burned hotter and hotter, Sam panicked. His mother called 911, and the ambulance came, for Sam, in the slowest way possible.

He walked fast after paramedics, asking questions that hadn't have answers yet. Tears spilled from his eyes, watching how they didn't let him inside the ambulance. Mother's arms around his shoulders, sobs getting through their throats, before Sam run hopelessly after the car

In the cold emergency room, surrounded by nurses who avoided his eyes, Sam held his lifeless son. Vinnie’s small and puffy hand, the same one that used to tug on Sam’s long sleeves and reach for his hair, was limp and pale. Sam wept openly, his shoulders shaking as he kissed Vinnie’s cold forehead, wishing for the warmth that was no longer there.

He didn’t know how long he sat there, just whispering to his son:

“I’m sorry, bud… I’m so sorry baby boy”

The words fell out of him without thought, spilling smoothly from his shaky, swollen lips “I should’ve known something was wrong. I should’ve done more. I—”

His voice cracked.

Vinnie wouldn’t hear him - not anymore. His baby boy would never call him this adorable, lisped 'baba' again or laugh at his silly voices, faces

When Sam’s mom finally pried Vinnie’s body from his arms, he felt hollow, like everything tethering him to life had been severed.

What was the point of living anymore? If everything was taken from him? Everything he ever loved and cared for, what made him a better man..

Sam’s world became full of blur condolences he didn’t want to hear and the haunting, disgusting silence of an empty house. Every corner was reminding him of Vinnie. The small dinosaur pajamas still hanging in the laundry. The tiny sneakers he tripped over every morning. The colorful plastic plates on the kitchen counter, ready to be used for another set of waffles and blueberries

He couldn't bring himself to touch any of it.

Sam stopped sleeping in his bed because Vinnie’s baby monitor was still on his nightstand, blinking red in cruel irony. Instead, he found himself sleeping on the couch, holding one of Vinnie’s stuffed animals like a lifeline.

And the dreams… God, the dreams were the worst. Dreams where Vinnie was laughing, where Sam was chasing him around the park or lifting him up to touch the sky. Dreams that felt so real, too real. He could swear he smelled baby shampoo in the air when he woke up. Yet when his eyes opened, the only thing that was there was the cold, dark house and the image of his mother making breakfast for his stepbrothers.

And those questions - are you okay? I'm so sorry you've went through this, it must be terrible. Well, he's in a better place right now, if it'll help you, Sam - these stupid questions repeating all.the.damn.time

The smallest coffin in the world lay before him. Sam stood frozen, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket, fingers trembling, digging into his skin back and forth to stop the escaping tears

He couldn’t bring himself to say goodbye.

Instead, he knelt on the damp ground and pressed his forehead against the coffin’s edge, letting his tears stream down his face

“You were my everything, kid,” he whispered brokenly. “My little dude. My Sam Junior.”

His voice cracked as he choked out, “I hope—" he took a shaky breath, as if he was choking on his own emotion "I hope I was enough for you. I tried, bud. I really tried... But hell, I don’t know how to do this without you.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out Vinnie’s favorite toy—a small, battered Hot Wheels car. He placed it gently on the coffin. “Take it with you, okay? You’ll need something to play with up there.”

Sam couldn’t bring himself to leave until his mother gently tugged him back, her arms wrapped tightly around his shaking frame.

Grief consumed Sam every day. He rarely spoke, barely ate. The world felt like it had lost its color, unless it was drugs he took in. Yet, the pleasure of being free was only temporary. And now, he was a teenage dad who had loved too deeply, and now, he had nothing left on this earth what was truly his.

Sometimes, very rarely (because it was too painful to even look at the grave of his favorite little man for over a second), went back to visit you, and Vinnie - his heart screaming when he saw the love of his life laying right next to the boy she had never had the chance to meet

“I’ll see you again, buddy. I promise. Take care of your mom up there. Tell her I miss her too.”

And in the quietest moments, when the tears wouldn’t come anymore, Sam would close his eyes and imagine Vinnie’s and your laugh, holding onto it as tightly as he could - believing he'd see you both again after the main life - here on this earth

TAG LIST: @kingdomhate @divineani @haydensprettyprincess @skyguys-princess @catnipaddictt @heartscone @haydensbbg @inneedsoffanfics @jediavengers @literally-izzy @anisluvrgirl @slutforfinnickodair @xhunnybeeex @fuckmyskywalker @gallerygourmet @deceptiive @rssmary @anakinskwkler @bimbo-baggins17 @cookybananas @emotionallybruisedx @diorvalentina @sevinax @throughparisallthroughrome @aniiuv @ritosparty @ninastyless @lily-strnlo @thesassypadawan @awhhayden @sydkneez @anisangeldust @r0b-in

(if you don't want to be on the tag list of want to be added, don't be shy and let me know 💋)

[midnight-on-pluto]

Hi. So this is my request.

Tenya Iida x reader where the readers parents kick them out because they want to be a hero and are in UA. Then they just show up at Tenyas door in the pouring rain to ask if they could sleep at his house for a night. And Tenya is just so 😠mad. Protective Tenya activated.

so sorry that this took me ages to get out! I had no motivation for months and am finally attending my drafts and rebranding lol! so here's the first of many to come ♡♡

warnings:  emotional abuse, reader is kicked out by their parents, self-deprecating and unhappy thoughts

SFW, fluff, angst but not really, mostly comfort.

I should have been a doctor, I thought. My clothes clung to my body, skin prickled with goosebumps as I collapsed onto the ground. The unsigned, now drenched, permission form was bunched in my fist, my nails digging into my skin. 

“Why would we sign this?” My mother’s voice was ringing through my mind as I recalled tonight’s events. “Just so you to go kill yourself for some dream?” 

“Stupid,” I scolded myself. The cold rain only picked up as I began to cry, choked sobs being drowned out by the pouring rain. 

“If you don’t want to give up on this silly dream then leave!” My father slammed his fist down on the table as he spoke. “I don’t want some mediocre hero claiming to be my child. Go play hero somewhere else.”

I took a deep breath, eyes shutting tightly to blink away my tears. “This is pathetic,” I said to nobody. My hands rubbed the tears off my face, replacing it with mud from the ground. 

I stood, legs tired. I didn’t even think to look at where I was going, just running as fast and far as I could. I looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, the only light coming from the streetlights. I patted around, luckily smacking something hard and rectangular shaped, my phone. 

I pulled it out, 3% battery remaining. Quickly I pulled up my GPS, trying to see where I was and what the closest place to go was. I’d run close to UA, luckily. Perhaps I could see if anyone was still there, although unlikely. 

I tried looking around more, finding a familiar street name. Tenya’s street, I thought. Something inside me sank, dreading just showing up at his doorstep, soaking wet with tears and mud staining my cheeks. But it was the only place to go, and I trusted him more than anyone else in my class. 

The walk wasn’t very long, but it felt like forever. The rain only worsened, I would definitely be getting sick. By the time I got to Iida’s street, my phone died. I continued, walking up the street and stopping at the mailbox reading IIDA. A light was on inside, I could see in the dining room. Tenya sat there with his family, eating dinner. They were smiling, even laughing as his older brother said something, a huge grin on his face. 

I took a deep breath before walking up to their door. I stood for a moment, enjoying the roof over my head before shutting my eyes and raising my fist. 

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

I took a step away from their door. Eyes willing themselves to open and hands behind my back, gripping my wrists tightly in anticipation. 

A few footsteps came from the otherside before their dark blue door swung open. A woman, blue eyes and black hair, answered with a smile. I opened my mouth for a moment but said nothing. As she studied me, I could see her smile fade lightly and her face contorted into confusion. 

Tenya came up behind her, his brother following behind. His blue widened after seeing me, hand going to the woman’s shoulder and leading her out of the way. 

“Tenya,” was all I could manage for now. “Hi.” 

The girl and Tenya’s brother shared confused looks, then left us alone. Tenya stepped out onto the porch, hand immediately flying to my forehead. 

“You’re cold,” he said. “What’re you doing out in this weather?”

“Can I stay here?” I asked him softly, “just for the night.” 

His head tilted, eyes focusing on me. “Sure,” his hand slipped into mine before he used the other to open his door again. He pulled me in, shutting the door behind us. 

“Stay here,” he told me, gesturing to the welcome mat I stood on. I looked at my feet, wet socks leaving dark wet marks on the fabric. Shit, I thought. Forgot shoes.

The woman peaked from the dining room archway. Tenya’s brother tugging on her shirt, “leave them be, mom.” He whispered. I didn’t look over at them, too embarrassed to look. Instead, I studied the inside of his home. The beautiful stairs leading to the second storey, their living room to the left of me, their dining room on my right. Bookshelves lined their walls, golden trimmed books glittering in the light of their entrance chandelier. 

It wasn’t long before Tenya came back, a grey bath towel with him. He put it around my shoulders, telling me to dry off before he disappeared into the dining room. I pulled the warm towel to myself, covering my face with it in embarrassment. My legs started shaking as my thoughts wandered, tears threatening again. 

I could hear light whispering from where Tenya had gone, a woman’s voice questioning, then Tenya’s voice answering. I inhaled sharply, willing my arms to move so I could dry off before he came back. 

Tenya’s footsteps approached, I kept my gaze limited to the floor, my hair blocking the view of anything else, rain lightly dripping down to the mat. I felt my cheeks burning. 

“Come upstairs,” his voice was calm, understanding. “You need to get out of those clothes, take a bath.” 

I only nodded and let his hand grip mine, letting him guide me upstairs, turning a few corners and into his bathroom. 

“I’m going to start a bath, okay?” He waited for my nod before turning on the water.”Feel this, tell me if it’s too hot.”

I stepped towards the bathtub and reached my hand into the water, “it’s good.” 

He sat on the edge of the bathtub while it filled up, hand still in the stream of water to regulate the temperature. 

“Do you wanna tell me why you’re here?” He asked. His voice was soft, not an ounce of annoyance or grievance coming out. 

“I was kicked out,” I spoke. “No more home for me, I guess.” The light chuckle that left my lips turned to a sob and I quickly breathed deep to stop the impending breakdown from happening. 

“What?” His voice now sounded slightly angry, but still filled with kindness. “Why would your parents do this?”

I didn’t say anything, still trying to hold back my tears. I only shrugged my shoulders pathetically as an answer, and he turned the tap off and stood up. 

“Take a quick bath, you can use anything you’d like in here. I’ll wait outside so just knock once you’re done and I’ll bring you some clean clothes, okay?”

I nodded again, then he left. I let the tears fall from my eyes the moment the door shut. The towel fell from my shoulders and I sniffled back as I peeled the clothes off my body. Stepping into the steaming water, skin tingling as it enveloped me, I finally let myself cry. The water smelt of my favourite scent, something I assumed Tenya added while filling the tub. 

I dipped down, fully submerging myself into the water and coming back up for air. I curled into a ball, arms reaching for the bottles of soaps and creams on the tub corners. I started reading what they were through blurry eyes. 

Birch scented shampoo and conditioner, moisturizing body wash, shea butter body scrub. I used the scrub, rubbing it up my arms and silently crying. 

I took a long bath, testing out every product on his bathtub. I heard his brother come to say goodnight to him, asking if I was okay and then leaving once Tenya told him I would be. His mother came to say goodnight with his father, asking what was wrong and asking if I would be here for breakfast tomorrow morning. 

After a while, the water had turned cold and the bathroom smelt like a mix of Tenya. I reached into the tub, pulling its plug and reaching for the towel. I dried my feet off first, stepping onto the tiled floor and then rubbing the rest of my body until it was slightly dry, no longer dripping everywhere. 

I walked up to the door, giving it three light taps. 

“Can I come in for a moment?” Tenya’s voice came. 

“Sure.”

The door handle turned and Tenya walked in, handing me a small pile of warm clothes and then leaving, closing the door shut behind him. 

I dressed myself, then stepped into his hallway. He’d given me dark blue sweatpants and a matching hoodie, both too big for me. I had to pull the drawstring of his sweatpants tightly and tie them into a bow. 

Tenya was waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall dressed in his pajamas. When I stepped out he quickly turned to me, eyes landing on mine as I finally looked up at him. 

“Did you eat dinner?” He asked quietly. I shook my head, no. “Follow me.” He led me down the hall and into his bedroom, which had the bedside lamp on. A mug of hot tea and bowl of soup were placed alongside the lamp, and glass of water with them. He had set up a mattress on the floor of his room, blankets and sheets fitted on it. 

I started to walk towards it, but was caught by Tenya. “No, you take the bed tonight. Have some soup too, please.”

I turned to him. “Tenya, I can’t take your bed. I’ll be fine on the floor.”

“Please,” he begged. I gave in, walking to the bed and gesturing to him that he sit beside me. I sat cross legged as he handed me the bowl of soup. 

“They don’t like me being a hero,” I managed in between spoonfuls of soup. “Not good enough for them.”

He looked at me. “You don’t need to explain if you don’t wish to,” he said.

“It’s okay, that’s really all they said.” I lied. My mother’s shrill scream of, “don’t bother coming back until you can say you’re done disappointing this family,” ringing in the back of my mind. 

I wished I could fool him, but the look in his eye was showing his true disbelief in my lie. His face was left with a frown, teeth chewing on the inside of his lip while he thought. 

“How could you not be good enough for them?” He asked quietly, but not low enough that I missed it. “You’re an excellent student, an even better hero. You save lives, and it’s not good enough for them?” His voice was starting to rise slightly, anger lacing his tone. 

“Iida please,” I tried to get him to lower his voice. “It’s really not a big deal, they just don’t like heroes, that’s all.” 

“A parent is supposed to be a hero, someone who uplifts their kid’s dreams and supports them.” He was at a normal voice level now, his navy eyes locking with mine. “How could they kick you out over your dreams?”

“My parents aren’t like yours,” I whispered to him, “they don’t understand, just please keep it down.” My hand found its place on his before I knew what was happening and he froze slightly, eyes flickering down to his hand before looking back up at me. 

“You’re amazing,” he whispered. “Just know that. I would’ve died a million times if you hadn’t helped me.” 

I smiled at him, “thank you.” 

“Now please finish your soup, it’s late and if you don’t warm up you’ll catch a cold.”

"Okay."

please take some time to view my masterlist or navigation pages.

[wandascrush]

Runaway Bride

Summary: There’s only one person you really want on your wedding day

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Weddings, love, crying, running away, lots of angst

Song: Someday I’ll get it by Alek Olsen

You were out of breath by the time you got there, crisp cold air hurting your chest. Your throat was as dry as sandpaper. Natasha was there, waiting for you like she always was. Your legs were tired from running, broken nude heels in your hands, beautiful and forgotten. The white flowy, soft fabric of your dress touched your body delicately, dragging and picking up the color from the wet mossy grass. Sore legs lowered down to sit on the grass next to the girl who once captured your heart…but she was silent. Just you two, alone. The air was so cold it hurt your bones. 

   You rested your head against the large oak tree that sat behind you two, making a little cove under its branches. So many thoughts were racing through your mind, “I’ve ruined everything. What will people think? I have to say sorry.” But once you saw your favorite spot waiting for you, with your favorite girl, everything melted away. You shouldn’t even be here right now, you shouldn’t have been thinking about Natasha, but she was the only person that ran through your mind. 

   “Long time no see, Natty.” 

    You’ve gotten used to her silence though, it kind of became her new character trait these days. Sometimes you pretended it didn’t hurt anymore, but it always did. A little more each time. Rain droplets started to fall around you, wetting every inch of dirt and stone. More green from the grass started to slowly seep into the beautiful white fabric of your dress. You knew her deep gaze was on you, looking at you with pity…maybe with love? 

   Your chest tightened as you blinked hard, vision blurring, “I was supposed to get married today, you know,” a sad laugh escaped your throat as you played with the fabric of your dress, “I looked beautiful. My hair was done and my makeup was perfect and-I was supposed to be happy today,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I was supposed to be standing at that altar, looking into her eyes, promising forever. But I couldn’t even say the words. Because every time I looked at her, I saw you. And I hated myself for it.”

 “I’m so tired of missing you. Some strange part of me thought getting married would make me happier. But all I see is you. When I say my vows, it’s your name they’re written for.”

I think of you all the time, now that you’re gone.

    The rain poured down in relentless sheets, soaking through the dress. The sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds and angry wind. Digging your manicured fingers into the soft mud, it felt like the only grounding thing. The feeling of mud seeping under your nails was the only anchor you had.

   You checked your phone, trying to wipe the rain off of it and realized that you’d already been there for over an hour with Natasha. You needed to get back, answer all the missed calls and texts. This would be the last time you two saw each other…something inside you was certain about it. Shaky legs stood up, using the big oak tree as support and grabbing the bouquet you forgot about next to you. 

   You slowly kneeled down in front of your first love, first everything, and pressed your forehead against her cold grave stone, “If love could have saved you,” breaths came in short, sharp gasps, salty tears falling into your mouth, “you would have lived forever, my Natasha.” Soft lips kissed the engraving of her name as you gently lied the bouquet down for her, grabbed your broken heels, and said goodbye. It took all your strength to not look back as you walked out of the private cemetery.

[multiverseofstrangeness]

Day 3: Blizzards and Blowjob - Mark Sloan x female!OC

A/N: sorry guys I am still sick and I dunno if I can publish the one for today. I'll do it tomorow if not, I promise! Anyway, this is a whole new genre I know and yeah... Hope u enjoy it anyways. Have a great day! Pairing: Mark Sloan x female!reader Warnings: explicite language, smut (18+!!!), Sexual Content, Power dynamics, kinky stuff, blending of professional and private boundaries Words: 918

The snowstorm outside was relentless, turning Seattle Grace into a temporary shelter for everyone on shift. Roads were closed, flights were delayed, and the heating system worked overtime. No one knew how long they'd be stuck.

She sat on the couch over some files as she noticed Mark leaning against the doorframe of the on-call room. His smirk infuriating as ever. "Looks like we're stuck here. Could be worse," he quipped, letting his eyes wander over her for too long.

She rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance as she tried to get comfortable on the small couch. "I'm sure you're loving this. Trapped with no escape - your dream scenario, right?"

He chuckled, closing the door behind him. "You're not wrong. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't glad it's you and not, I dunno, Karev. He snores."

She scoffed at that and rolled her eyes. But her bad mood quickly changed into one of annoyance as he picked up her files, placed them on a table, and sat down next to her. "What is this, if I may ask?" She asked in a sarcastic tone, clearly not in the mood to share her place on the couch. "What? Shall I freeze to death on the floor?" she rolled her eyes at his answer but pulled her legs to her body to minimize their body contact. But she didn't succeed. She still felt his warmth against her side the smell of his cologne was still filling her nostrils. Mark ripped her out of her thoughts as he started talking.

"You know," he murmured, "if you keep looking at me like that, I might start thinking you're interested."

Her breath hitched. "I'm not-"

"Uh-huh." His hand grazed her knee, and his smirk deepened as he saw the way her resolve was wavering. "You can tell me to stop anytime."

She didn't.

Mark pushed her legs apart as he leaned closer and let his lips softly brush over hers. His hands found her hip to pull her closer, his fingers digging enough into her skin to make her heart race. Before he pressed his lips against hers in a proper kiss, she gasped slightly as his hands started to wander. His mouth moved softly against hers, and after a moment she responded to the kiss, her hands tangling in his hair as he leaned back on the couch. His legs were spread wide his scrubs already worked up so that she could see some of his waist. She had to swallow at that sight.

It was more out of instinct as she dropped onto her knees in front of him. Her breath hitched as she already saw his erection and how his eyes grew darker at the sight of her on her knees. Mark's hands slipped into her hair as she started to kiss the smooth skin that was visible. Her nimble fingers worked on the fabric of his scrub pants. As she had removed it, his cock bobbed against his stomach. Her breath hitched again. Her small hand wrapped softly around his length. Mark let out a soft moan, and his hand in her hair tightened, pushing her closer to his cock.

She leaned in to let her breath and lips ghost over his cock before she started to kiss his length. Every kiss let him moan, and every moan was her insurance that she did it right. Her hand started to move along his length as she pressed a few kisses to his tip. His hips started to buck against her hands, a sign of his impatience. "Don't tease." his voice was a low growl. His hand in her hair guiding her hand.

She couldn't help but smile before she finally took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him. His head fell back against the couch, and a deep, guttural sound escaped him.

"Just like that," his voice thick with his upcoming orgasm, "So good, baby. You're perfect."

His words spurred her on. Her hands now worked in tandem with her mouth. Her eyes were always on him, watching his reaction. Mark's moans filled the on-call room as he came closer and closer to his edge.

"You take me so well, my good little girl," he groaned, his hips rocking against the sensation. Her mouth twirled around his tip. Her hands softly stroked his length. As she looked up at him again, she saw how hooded his gaze was and how close he was.

After a few more strokes from her tongue, he came. His body shuddered as he came, his hands in her hair tightened.

She slowly pulled back, their eyes met as she wiped the corner of her mouth. Mark reached out to wipe her swollen lips before he pulled her up and into his lap. Softly stroking her hair and pressing tender kisses all over her face. She smiled softly at the feeling. "You are full of surprises," he mumbled, peppering kisses all over her face. She scrunched her nose at the ticklish feeling of his beard. He chuckled at her expression and pressed a soft kiss onto her nose.

"Blizzards are not so bad now, huh?" he teased, stroking hair out her face. She shook her head, "Not at all."

She leaned in again to press a kiss to his lips before she rested her head on his chest. She smiled softly as his hands continued to stroke her hair. It was comforting and exactly what she needed in a blizzard like this.

( @ewanmitchellcrumbs )