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Guilty Pleasures ༓ jjk, kth (m) | ch. i

✑ Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.

pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, slight actor!taehyung x ceo!reader

genre/AU: angst, smut, loverstoexesto ?, unrequited love

word count: 3,328

Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, mention of gossip columns and unequal treatment of how oc is portrayed post-divorce, hint of differences between men and women in the business world, oc struggling to be professional, both care about each other and are not toxic but oc fell in love, oc has the need to groom him a little out of habit, talks about Bam, feat, Namjoon and Taehyung, and sexual content

sexual warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, desk s*x, d*rty talk, oc is on bc, handjob, swearing, making out, neck kisses, clothed s*x, impulsive s*x, light praising, growling, some minor petnames (baby, Kook), mention of threesome, recalling of past sexual events

playing: Unkiss Me

a/n: uh…this one has been in my drafts and idk its kinda angsty but I decided I will share it. Enjoy! 🥰

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From the moment he stepped into your office, Jungkook could tell every ounce of color was drained from your face. All except for your puffy red eyes that is, which he knows you've been rubbing fervently to keep your tears from rolling down your cheeks.

He doesn't blame you for it though–you're his ex-wife.

Recent ex-wife that is.

For three years the two of you masqueraded as the perfect power couple; appearing completely in love to the public eye in hopes of forming an unshakable business partnership (transaction more like). You attended charity balls together, collaborated on several work projects, and attended countless corporate functions to establish both your presence in your respective industries.

That's right, you and Jungkook were in an arranged marriage and it would have flourished into a classic love story if it wasn't for one obvious detail–you're the only one that fell in love.

Despite all the times he's called you "stunning" when you dolled up for formal events or that you "feel so good" during late-night sex, Jungkook never truly loved you. He cared about you, did his best not to intentionally hurt you, and even tried loving you back; thinking he could fall for you with time.

But the most he could ever see you as is a friend, a beautiful friend, though a friend nonetheless. He knows how much it pains you, especially after you've held out hope that he'll want you the same way someday. This one embarrasses you the most which he wishes it wouldn't.

Well, Jungkook doesn't want to trap either of you in a loveless marriage any longer. So even if it means being the center of gossip columns for a while, he's giving you a divorce so you can find the right person to share your love with.

After all, you deserve it; you both do.

Today's day one of looking at one another as exes and it's bittersweet, to say the least. The only factor that would make this worse is if children were in the equation, but there aren't any.

"Thanks for letting me swing by __," he speaks first, doing his best to conjure up a genuine smile. The black floral button-up he's wearing suits him well and his smooth chest peaking out near the collar is far too tempting, yet you know better than to let your eyes linger.

"Of course," you answer and grab a small box from behind your desk. "These are 100% yours so I wouldn't keep them from you." Jungkook takes the box of belongings from your hands with slight hesitation. You're keeping a brave front for the sake of civility and professionalism.

He doesn't blame you for that either.

As a CEO of a large multinational corporation himself, Jungkook's no stranger to the age-old philosophy that that office is no place to let your personal woes get out of hand; you have a team to lead and a reputation to uphold. The latter is proving to be harder for you than him, however, being that the media is portraying you as some kind of she-devil, spinster, or worse of all—a cheater.

Jungkook plans to personally make sure those articles get removed from the public eye before the end of the week. (Not that he'll tell you though.)

"I still could have dropped by the house to pick these up if it'd been easier. I feel bad for interrupting your work day over a couple of old books, records, and dog toys." He watches you nod silently as he vocalizes the inconvenience of it all; he really doesn't have to but he does it anyway.

"No, it's alright. You haven't been to the house since you moved out, so I thought it'd be better if we met here instead." You pause to check the time. "If there's anything you think of that you might've forgotten later, just let me know. In the meantime, I have a meeting in twenty so..."

"He misses you."

"I'm sorry?"

"Bam, I mean." Jungkook throws the box under an arm and pulls out his phone. He scrolls through his camera gallery until he gets to one particular photo of a red and tan Doberman. "He hates the new place and all he does is sulk by the door."

Your heart's already struggling to settle down from the painful reality that the man you love is leaving you, let alone being reminded of another forced separation. Bam's the closest thing to a baby that either of you ever had and he was one of the few things that bonded you and your now ex-husband together.

Being Jungkook's dog, however, he couldn't stay with you. That means no more visiting the dog park, sneaking treats behind Jungkook's back, and snuggling together in the king-size bed after a stressful day.

"I'm sure he just wants his favorite chew toy that's been held hostage at the house," you joke lightly, thinking it simpler to spin the topic. It's similar to what Jungkook does when he uses flowery language to soften the cold hard truth of your divorce; that he doesn't love you and he can't ever. "Give Bam a lot of attention for me. I miss him too."

"Of cour—shit!" When Jungkook moves to slip his phone back into his pocket he loses his balance, causing the box with his belongings to spill out on your office floor. Naturally, you kneel down to help him clean up the mess. It's not until your fingers reach for the same item and come into contact with each other that you quickly retract your hand. "Sorry, did I shock you?" He asks gently and tosses the last item into the box before standing up.

"No, you didn't." You rise to your feet as well, until you're face to face with him. This time it's closer than before. His hooded eyes stare straight into yours and you can't believe it takes being inches from his face to notice how bloodshot his eyes are. "You look exhausted. You should go home and rest Kook." The petname is out before your brain tells you to stop.

Jungkook's eyes widen, the corner of his lip subtly quirking up for the first time since the start of the conversation. "Don't worry about me __. I probably get more breaks than you do. But thanks." He briefly glances at the ticking Snoopy clock behind you, a Christmas gift he gave you as a joke last year. "You still have that?"

You look over your shoulder at the small, Snoopy-shaped digital clock on your desk. Ten minutes until your next meeting. "It's cute and it makes for a great conversation starter with clients so I guess so. If you want me to give it ba—"

"Keep it," he interrupts. "Please, it was a gift and I'd like you to have it if you enjoy it." Jungkook gnaws on his lip before continuing. "Speaking of clients and business partners, I should make myself scarce now shouldn't I?"

"Yes. I do have that meeting soon." But once he leaves, neither of you is sure when you'll see the other again aside from the odd charity event. The Annual Winter Gala in December is one that particularly comes to mind.

Most high-ranking executives like yourselves attend the function to keep up appearances and to network with other professionals. Last year, you and Jungkook were the center of attention however now that you're divorced, you fear you'll be avoided like the plague—they always preferred Jungkook over you anyway.

"You're forming a new partnership with that actor, right? Kim Taehyung? I read an inkling about it online yesterday." He also read his whole biography too. The man is equally handsome as he is altruistic and kind.

"Nothing's signed and sealed yet. I'm sure you've heard that he's gotten dozens of other offers on the table. To be honest, I'm surprised you haven't nabbed him yet."

"Yeah, we don't need...wait sorry, let me rephrase that. We aren't ready for a new partner or merger yet."

You can read between the lines despite Jungkook's correction. His company is thriving more than yours in every way, so he doesn't need the help of a third-party endorser...like you. Well, you're not doing too shabby yourself and this isn't simply about fame and fortune you want to argue.

The head poking through your door stops you from following through on that last line.

"Mrs. Jeon—shit." Your secretary Kim Namjoon screws his eyes shut at his drastic misstep. "Ms. __, Kim Taehyung called and said he'll be a bit late due to unexpected delays during his filming today. He apologizes profusely but is on his way over now. Sajangnim," he bows at Jungkook respectively.

"That's fine, Namjoon, thank you. You can send him in whenever he gets here. Mr. Jeon was just about to leave and I had the rest of my day cleared."

"Of course. I'll let him know to come in." Your secretary nods and shuts the door. Jungkook shifts between his feet once Namjoon is out of sight, a habit he's picked up that tells you he has more to say.

"Was there anything else, Mr. Jeon?" You shuffle a few files on your desk, prepping for your meeting with Taehyung. At this point, you're not even looking at Jungkook.

"Mr. Jeon? I think I prefer when you call me Kook more," he mutters, allowing his line of sight to catch a glimpse of your lips. "Can I...kiss you? Before I go."

The question knocks the wind out of your lungs and you instantly lift your head up toward him. "Kiss me?" You gulp slowly, then shake your head. "No, I'd rather we not. Goodbye kisses aren't really my thing." You couldn't be a bigger liar, evident from the sudden churning in your gut. Having Jungkook's lips on yours was the best and worst moments of your entire relationship but you have to fight yourself....your innate desires that tell you to say yes.

"Okay, I understand. What about a hug?"

"Jungkook..."

"I'm sorry, I'm pushing. Thanks again for my stuff." He gestures at the box under his arm. "I hope your meeting with Kim Taehyung goes well. Maybe I'll see you both at the next Winter Gala." He makes a beeline for the door.

"Wait!"

Jungkook stills in his tracks as he watches you stride in front of him. He's unsure what you stopped him for until your hands reach out towards his shirt collar, smoothing the delicate material down. A light smile plays on his face as you do this, though he says nothing aside from a simple 'thanks'.

"It was bothering me the whole time." You finish fixing his collar and peer up into his Bambi eyes. Out of all the potential suitors, you wish Jeon Jungkook didn't become your husband. It's not like you got to keep him or anything.

Jungkook once again flickers his gaze toward your barely parted lips. And this time, you do the same for him. Before either of you have time to back out you lean forward and kiss him.

It's a hard kiss too. Painful but so inviting that neither of you pulls away.

With his free hand, Jungkook snakes a hand around your waist to hug you close. Having his fingers pressed against the small of your back is so familiar and all you can do is deepen the kiss.

You're obviously not the only one that gets a sense of pleasure from this because, in a matter of seconds, the box from under Jungkook's arm falls to the ground. He then places his second hand on the side of your neck and jawline which you lean into, exposing the other side of your neck.

"Jungkook," you gasp when his lips attach themself to the soft skin, sucking lightly. His teeth come out and nip too. "Wait, we can't do this, we shouldn't. Taehyung, he'll be here soon."

"That would have sounded so convincing if you didn't just moan the words, baby." He walks you backward until you're forced to sit atop your mahogany desk.

"Don't call me that." You allow him to push up your pencil skirt and spread your thighs until your panties are the only material he sees. You decided to go with black lace today, his favorite now that you think about it.

"Did you—"

"No, they weren't for you."

A brief growl leaves the man's rose-tinted lips. "In that case, we don't need them." He places both hands on your hips and brings you into another kiss, messier than before. His tongue shoves between the seam of your lips to lick every crevasse he can. He hasn't kissed you like this for months and to be brutally honest, he's missed it as much as you.

Jungkook hasn't been with anyone else since marrying you either, which means he's completely adjusted to your body, your preferences, and what turns you on. The same applies to you so while he's busy shoving his tongue down your throat, you palm his half-harden bulge through his trousers.

"Mm," he groans and bucks his hips into your hand. You smile at how well you've managed to draw a response from him. With a little burst of confidence, you hastily move to unbuckle his pants. "What are you doing?" He mumbles between kisses.

You decide not to answer, preferring to reach inside his trousers to take his length out. You make sure to pump it a few times until he's fully hard. Jungkook has a gorgeous dick, and that takes a lot for you to admit.

"Fuck, that's it." He says with gritted teeth, now watching your hand as it moves up and down his cock. "Get me how you want me."

"We don't have much time." You slide your panties down your legs and spread your thighs wide apart, which makes Jungkook's eyes dilate about 10 meters. "Fuck me, please." One last time. Make love to me one last time.

"Are you sure? I don't have a condom."

"It's okay, I'm on birth control. As long as you're still clean then its fine."

"I am. I got tested recently. But are you sure you want this?"

You glance at his pulsating length, tip leaking with pre-cum, and swallow hard. "Hurry."

"Fuck, okay." Jungkook wastes not another second and guides you flat on your back, his hands resting on either side of your body. The coolness of your desk has you shiver slightly. He then urges you to raise your legs until they can wrap loosely around his slim waist. And as if second nature, you link your arms around his neck as he eases him into you. He's able to bottom out without much effort thanks to how wet you've become.

"Oh god." Your back arches off the surface of your desk as Jungkook thrusts into you. They're only practice thrusts at first to get you re-adjusted to his size, yet the pleasure zipping down your spine already has your eyes rolling up.

You shouldn't be doing this at all. Your conscious whispers to again to which you blindly dismiss. You'll enjoy it now and tomorrow, start a new—another lie you tell yourself.

"Fuckfuckfuck, you're so wonderful for me," he chants while pushing his cock in and out of you, the speed of his movements picking up to an insane rate. Jungkook never had an issue with quickies so he's likely in his element now. "You know what this reminds me of?" He cocks a smirk and kisses down your neck.

"Hm?"

"That time when we were abroad for a weekend conference. Remember when we stopped at my second office to pick up some files? You were so horny that day that you pushed me into my chair and demanded that I let you ride me. It took the wind right out of my sails to see you like that, so confident and in control." He prys apart the top button of your blouse until he can slide the material down your shoulders. He doesn't take it off completely, favoring the chance to place kisses on your newly exposed area instead.

"I was beyond stressed that day. It was the first time I had to speak at that conference and you looked so good with your freshly slicked back hair. I couldn't stop myself—oh fuck! Right there Kook, don't slow down. Please." Jungkook grunts at the use of his petname and fucks you rougher, sweat forming around his forehead as his dark hair dangles messily over his eyes.

You manage to sneak a glance at the time on your Snoopy clock between thrusts. "Shit, I need to come soon, or Kim Taehyung's never going to agree to do business with me." The man laughs and buries his head on your shoulder.

"You never know, he could be really into threesomes."

"Fuck! Don't joke about that." You claw at his back and surprise both of you with the unexpected clenching of your pussy.

"You're right, I take it back," he groans and continues to snap his hips. "Looks like he's not the one who wants a threesome after all, considering your body's response to the suggestion. You wanna ask him if he walks in?" He whispers in your ear and you're embarrassed that your cheeks burn at the thought.

Of course, Kim Taehyung was sexy and you've rehearsed to yourself dozens of times not to let yourself get any crazy ideas about him. Still, one unrequited love is enough for you; Taehyung wouldn't want a divorcee. You shake the train of thought before it has time to go any further. "Make me come, Kook. Need you to finish too. It's not just Taehyung who could walk in at any second."

Jungkook grunts and continues to thrust into you, bouncing you up and down his thick length as the desk shakes underneath you. He feels you getting closer and closer by the sporadic clenching of your walls squeezing him. A big part of him doesn't want this to end but it has to....he doesn't love you. He only wants to make you feel good before he has to say goodbye. Both of you come just before Namjoon calls your office phone, giving you a heads-up that Taehyung's about to enter your office.

Jungkook shoves his pants back on while you button up your blouse and fold over your skirt. You decided to shove your underwear in your bag with the lack of time. No one has any business digging in there anyway.

"How do I look?" You turn around to get a quick once-over from Jungkook but he's already out the door. Now the person standing in front of you is Kim Taehyung who has nothing but the most genuine smile.

"You look lovely as always Ms. __. I'm so sorry I'm late by the way. I feel terrible about it so I brought you these." Taehyung whips out a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. "Hope you don't mind that I did a little research on you ahead of time. I found out these have a special place in your heart."

You smile and accept the bouquet with thanks. As you set them on your desk, a messages comes through your phone. You manage to give a quick look.

Unknown Number: Sorry I had to duck so fast! I know it looked rude but Taehyung was already opening the door and you were dressed so I thought it'd be better if I left. Hope you're meeting goes well! And thanks for everything today ;) if you need anything, you have my number.

You flip your phone over and invite Taehyung to have a seat. Business is business, and you have to carry on even if your heart has completely sunk to the ground. Kim Taehyung is sweet anyway, so you'll enjoy his company.

Too bad you don't realize how much he enjoys yours as well.

a/n: so, yeah... there's a potential for our Jk to actually love oc and not realize it but either way he does care about her (despite the impulsive sex). And yes, taehyung likes oc... it's like a double unrequited love 😔 okay bye lmk what you think, thank you! 😘

Also, lmk what you think about jk in this poll!

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If you're doing Eris x reader requests pls pls can you do jealous smut 😇🥰

loooorddddd does the acotar fandom know how to request. love yall!!!!

🥀Cw: smut, gn reader but use of the word minx, jealousy, rough sex, like one slap, dirty talk, soft and fluffy aftercare

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how boring...

you sigh, searching the crowd for those familiar eyes of pure amber. yet again, here you were, stuck in the only uncrowded corner at an autumn court ball with no entertainment, and no Eris. some lords had wanted his attention on a political matter, leaving you to handle the awkward conversations, polite smiles, and laughter that was encompassed in the ordeal of hosting these events. it had been hours since the ball had started, and despite knowing it would probably end in an hour or so, you so desperately wanted to be alone with your mate.

Beron, the prehistoric asshole, forced most of the planning and stress of these gatherings down his sons' throats while simply relaxing and enjoying the gratifications and fruits of their labor. you had watched Eris worry for weeks on end about this particular gathering celebrating the autumn equinox, and you know how important it is to him.

despite the stress that was entailed, the ball was quite beautiful. a sweet melody lofts from a nearby stage, where a few fae play enchanting songs on intricate instruments. as far as the eye can see, accents of gold shimmer in contrast against the bright autumnal color scheme that made the courtyard feel alive. various fae were scattered about, all dressed to the nines in elaborate gowns and suits.

with a smile, you remember how well-dressed Eris had looked when you both were getting ready. he looked twice as regal as his father, dressed in a maroon suit with gold cuffs and details akin to autumn leaves. his waistcoat was also red, adorned with gold buttons that were a stark contrast to his black collared shirt. upon seeing him, you had wanted nothing more than to tear off all of those extra layers and mark every inch of his freckled skin, yet Eris encouraged you to be patient. "you'll get your prize soon, my darling," he had cooed, gently cupping your face as he whispered in your ear. "i'll treat you wonderfully tonight, my beautiful mate. as soon as this damn equinox is over, i'll make this a night to remember..."

Eris turned away immediately after, leaving you alone in your bedroom. you were flustered from his teasing, but you finished getting ready in time to join him at the venue before guests had even started arriving. you had expected to deal with his teasing all throughout the night, yet you hadn't seen hide nor hair of him since he had been whisked into the crowd by some Night Court diplomat.

a tap on your shoulder startles you from your thoughts and bringing you back to the present, where you turn to find a male fae standing besides you. he stood about an inch taller than you, average for fae height but much shorter than Eris. unlike your lovers regal, defined beauty, this fae looks far more rough around the edges, with a light stubble and a sinister glint in his eye. you immediately recognize him as the son of one of Beron's advisors, and you tense as he steps uncomfortably close. you can feel his breath against your skin as he stares at you like a wolf stalking its prey. with a glance towards the crowd, you see no sign of Eris, and you send a light pulse through the bond.

"now, what's a pretty thing like you doing all on your own, hm?" the male purrs, looking you up and down before licking his lips. you give him a forced smile, not wanting to cause a scene, especially considering how important tonight was to Eris. "i'm doing well, thank you," you drawl, slowly backing away. "now, if you'll excuse me-" you were cut off by the man's barking laugh, cringing as he stepped back into your personal space. "your a shy one, aren't ya? c'mon sugar, i'll buy you a drink." the man continues, and you feel a twist in your gut. you send another pulse down the bond, yet again with no response. where the fuck was Eris?

"i'm afraid i'll have to decline your offer," you say firmly, restraining yourself only for the sake of not causing a scene. "you see, i'm already taken-"

"do i look like a give a fuck?" the man snarled, and a few heads turn towards you both. you feel a questioning tug through the bond, to which you only reply with a frantic pulse. "i told you, i'm not interested. now if you'll excuse me, i need to go find my mate." the man chuckles darkly, grabbing your arm and preventing you from walking away. your skin crawls from the contact, and you yank your hand away. "so you're mated, huh? that's what every fucking slut says. whos the big, bad mate who's gonna stop me, huh?" spit flies from the man's mouth as you back away. you thank the cauldron that there aren't a lot of fae nearby, most are centered around the dance floor and festivities and not paying attention to the two of you. "c'mon, tell me," the man hisses, and you swallow hard.

"what's going on here?" a familiar voice makes your heart skip a beat as Eris places a hand on your shoulder. the fae in front of you stiffens, his face paling a little. "ah, Eris! what a surprise, heh. i was just asking this lovely specimen for a drink is all, no harm done." Eris arched a brow, hand moving to rest on the small of your back. "oh? is that all?" Eris sneered, and you relish the fear in the man's eyes. "i'll have you know that they are taken. by me. now, with that knowledge in mind, would you care to continue your pursuits?" the man splutters for a second before turning away, red faced. you watch the fae turn away and disappear into the crowd, letting out a sigh of relief as his figure leaves your line of sight.

"y/n. you're coming with me." Eris says sternly, and your heart drops. you barely begin to open your mouth before you find yourself being winnowed into your bedroom. "Eris, i swear i wasn't-" he cut you off with a kiss, one of his hands finding purchase on your waist while the other grabs the back of your neck. you sigh into the kiss, relief flooding your body as you feel a soft tug through the bond. Eris slowly pulls away, a thin trail of spit still connecting your lips as you take a shaky breath. Eris' hand trails from behind your neck to cup your face, his thumb gently ghosting over your lips before settling on your cheek.

"i know, darling. i just..." Eris huffed, and you wrap your arms around his neck. his lips lift into a small smirk as you both begin swaying to a silent rhythm, your hearts beating in tandem. leaning in to whisper in your ear, Eris rasps, "i hate the way he was looking at you". he kisses your jaw, traveling back towards your lips and stopping just before giving you a real kiss. "i hate it too," you say, your breaths crossing. his lips were so tantalizingly close to yours, and you could feel his warmth inviting you into his embrace.

"just think," you murmur, swaying against your lover and taking the opportunity to whisper in his ear. "when you're high lord, we will rule side by side, and that fool will be nothing but our subject. i'm yours, Er, and i always will be." Eris groans softly, leaning down to kiss your neck. you can't help but arch into his touch while his hands roam your back.

"how mad would your father be if we didn't go back..?" you ask, pulling away and gently running your hands through Eris' hair, not wanting to mess it up too much. Eris chuckles, and gives you a quick peck on the lips before replying, "he already left a half hour ago." his scent is coated with playful arousal, and you smirk wickedly. "well then, isn't this going to be a night to remember, my lord?" Eris curses, picking you up in one fell swoop before dropping you unceremoniously on the bed. you kick off your shoes, not wanting to dirty the bed while Eris does the same.

"cruel, beautiful minx", he hisses, tossing his boots to the side and joining you on the bed. the mattress dips slightly from his weight and you giggle as he pins you down. your giggle melts into a moan as his thigh slides between your legs, applying pressure to where you need him most. his mouth captures yours in a needy kiss, and you whine against his lips.

pulling apart, you tug on Eris' jacket, desperate for more. "off... i need this off," you curse, and he chuckles before tossing the coat to the side. he makes quick work of his clothes and you do the same until your stripped down to only your undergarments.

"fuck", Eris whispers sensually, warm hands moving to caress your thighs as he kisses you again. this kiss isn't nearly as sweet, all teeth and tongue and full of burning lust. your tongue runs across his bottom lip, begging for entry, but Eris denies you. he pulls away yet again, chest heaving. his hair is mussed, his lips are flushed from your kiss, and his face is warm, yet in your eyes he has never looked more handsome.

"fuck, your so pretty Er," you whine, arching up against him as he chuckles. "if i am pretty, than you are gorgeous. that man will never get to see you like this," he murmurs, kissing your chest, right above where your heart lays beneath your ribcage. you let out a needy, wanton moan as his lips trail lower and lower, leaving hickies and kisses in their wake. right now, you don't care about the nips and bite marks you'll have to hid tomorrow, only about Eris' mouth on you.

"he will never get to hear you", Eris continues, reaching your pelvis and stopping with a smirk. "and," he pauses, gently gliding his hand over where you want him most. "he'll never get to taste you." Eris' mouth latches onto your throbbing sex, and you feel all of the air flood your lungs as he works wonders with his tongue. you thank the cauldron for your mates skills at giving head as he makes you see stars, and before long one of your hands finds purchase in his hair.

"Eris," you moan, hips rolling as he sucks on your throbbing sex. "fuck yes, say my name," Eris purrs, licking an intentional stripe before sucking a deep hickey onto your inner thigh. "i want this whole court to know who you belong to by the end of the night." you feel the coil in your abdomen tightening, and you fumble for the words to warn Eris of your incoming orgasm. "hnghh Eris- 'm gonna- s'too much," you gasp, and Eris chuckles against your cunt/cock. "c'mon bunny, give it t'me," he slurs, his tongue working wonders as your eyes roll back.

the sight of you so close to your high makes Eris feel nearly feral, the lust burning beneath his skin making it impossible for him to not grind against the mattress below him. your pleasure always comes before his, but that doesn't stop him from humping his throbbing cock against the mattress as you reach your own orgasm. your thighs clamp around his head as your back arches, your mind going perfectly blank as Eris swallows your cum. with a cry, you throw your head back against the pillows, coming down from your high. Eris crawls up towards you, gently cupping your face as you nuzzle into his neck.

"fuck, Er, that was..." you trail off, slowly rubbing up and down his back as you catch your breath. "mhm," he mumbles, still hovering over you. "Eris."

"yes, y/n?" he rasps, and you can practically taste the scent of your own arousal filling the air. his voice makes your stomach flip, and you swallow hard before replying. "i want you to fuck me." Eris chuckles, your boldness only amuses him. "oh, and is that all?" he sneers, but you catch the slightest hint of excitement in his voice. "oh, tired out already? what a shame, i thought you could last longer than that," you coo, and Eris growls. "maybe i'll go ask that man from before-" you didn't even have the chance to finish your sentence before Eris was manhandling you, flipping you over onto your stomach.

your back arches instinctively as your thighs spread in anticipation. "fucking brat," Eris hisses, wasting no time as he grabs some lube from the beside table. you turn over your shoulder to watch him, practically drooling at his bare form as he pumps his cock a few times before coating himself in lube.

you arch even deeper, displaying your assets as Eris aligns himself with your hole. you wiggle your hips slightly, desperate for friction, and Eris slaps the swell of your ass. not hard enough to truly hurt, but the sting causes a soft moan to bloom from deep inside you.

"i shouldn't let you cum because of that statement alone," Eris whispers, his cock teasing your entrance as his hands find purchase on your hips. "is my pretty mate so desperate for cock that they'll slut themselves out for an advisors son? oh honey, you know i'm the only one," with a harsh thrust, Eris slid into your aching hole. within seconds, he set a brutal pace, giving you no time to adjust. "who can make you cum."

you moan, lips parting as Eris thrusts deeper and deeper into you. rough, warm hands grip your hips so hard you can feel them bruising, and it only excites you more. he leans down, sucking a deep hickey onto your shoulder. with each thrust of his hips, you can feel his dick thrust deeper and deeper inside of you. one of his hands moves from his hips to rest on your stomach, pressing down on the bulge in your abdomen.

"y'feel that?" Eris slurs, and you babble incoherently as he presses down harder. his cock is practically fucking you dumb from how deep he is inside you, and the realization makes your eyes roll back and your hole clench. "its like you were made for my cock, suckin' me in so deep," Eris' voice is slurred and rushed as his thrusts grow slightly sporadic. you can tell he's growing just as desperate as you are, and you decide to fully give into your carnal desire.

"ff-fucnghh- Eris please-" you claw at the mattress as his hand dips lower, toying with your clit/cock. the added stimulation makes your tongue lull, drool pooling at the edge of your lips as his cock hits places inside you that make you see stars. a particularly deep thrust makes your brain turn to mush, and Eris starts rubbing your clit/cock even harder. "o-oh, fuuck-" you gasp, babbling incoherent moans of his name as the coil in your abdomen tightens.

"hngh-" Eris pants, moaning into your ear as his chest heaves. you can feel his abs clenching against your back as he fucks into you, and your thighs tremble as you begin to stumble into the realm of overstimulation. your peak is so, so close, and Eris can feel it too. "fuuck, 'm not gonna last with you squeezing me like a vice," he gasps, hips stuttering.

"m-me either, gonna cum-" you whimper, tears streaming down your face as your eyes roll back. you can feel your peak approaching, and with one final roll of his hips and a swift thrust of his fingers over your throbbing clit/cock, your high washes over you harder than ever before. a heavy string of cursed fall from Eris' lips as he cums in tandem to you, his body collapsing against yours in a sweaty heap. he lazily pulls out, watching his cum still dripping from your leaking hole. Eris rolls to the side while you recover from your post-orgasmic haze, and melt into his embrace.

"how do you feel?" Eris asks softly, his voice hoarse from moaning. you give him a lazy smile and peck him on the lips before replying. "lovely, as always. perhaps a bit sore". Eris smirks at your admission, and you slap him lightly on the chest. "that," you murmur, "was for slapping me on the ass."

"you deserved it," he replies, throwing an arm over your body. "you cheeky minx". your body slots perfectly against his, your chests pressing together as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. "y'know i didn't mean it, right?" you ask, voice lofty from sleep. "i'm only yours, Er. always and forever." Eris sucks in a breath at your confession, and a freckled hand traces up and down your spine.

"i know, and i love you because of that," he murmurs, kissing the top of your head as you giggle. "and i am yours as well. wholy and truly, my heart belongs to you, and you may do with it as you please. just know, it is yours and yours alone." taken aback by his honesty, you pull away to look him in the eyes, and upon seeing nothing but sincerity in his gaze, you pull him into a gentle kiss. "would you like to go get cleaned up?" Eris asks, but you note the tiredness in his voice. "can we just stay here like this?" you whisper, and he nods, knowing damn well that you both weren't going to rise until morning. "goodnight, little fox," Eris whispers, and you smile lazily against his skin. "goodnight, Eris. i love you."

"i can always assure you, i love you more, y/n."

i am being 100% serious when i tell you Eris is my favorite character of all time. like genuinely, honest to god, he's character that ive been hyperfixated on the longest (a year and a half now with some minor interests in between, hut i always circle back to him) and he was the reason i got a tumblr blog in the first place (bc tumblr is the ONLY place on the internet that actually seems to like him and i desperately needed Eris fanfiction). i also tried to make this as gn as possible but its SO HARD to write gn smut so im sorryyyy 😭ANYWAYSSSS HOPE U ENJOYED!!! ive been getting back into the acotar fandom a LOT lately soooo yayyyy!!!!

[rosemarybunnie]

AHHHH sorry ive been so busy! Just got to see my mom for the first time in half a year and christmas had me running around like a chicken without a head 😭😭 heres the Savanaclaw boys Genshin edition!

Leona just might be the laziest yet the most cunning member of the Children of Echoes! Hardly a time the other members of the tribe dont see him lounging about on the surface, soaking in the sun! Yet he somehow always stays on point with his work and skills.

I thought Geo suited him perfectly and was the closest reference to his unique magic as a vision! And Polearm because its similar to the main choice of weapon in the Sunset Savannah ! I dont imagine hes related to the chief or anything but perhaps his family is a long line of warriors who have held ancient names of especially famous fighters but Leona perhaps didnt get one? So hes ostracized from his family despite his hard work and dedication growing up. I like to think he actually gives Kachina tips on her training, part of him is jealous that she has an ancient name yet is so meek but he sees how people treat her regardless and grows a soft spot for her!

Also totally hangs out with Xilonen, its the law now, they have to be besties. I wrote somewhere (where ever those notes are please return to me 😭😭) that if Mualani thinks hes being too rough and mean eith Kachina that she'll dump water on him- good luck Leona!

RUGGIE

GUYS I CANT WAAAIIITTT TO DRAW HIS DESIGN. Somehow the one I'm most excited for (aside from Vil's 👀) he just looks so cute 😭🥰

Ruggie i made a member of the Scions of the Canopy! It feels pretty fitting in my opinion? Theyre all about thrills and action over there, Id imagine Ruggies slick nature and jack of all trades talent would be perfect for them!

Hes pretty easy going but that doesnt mean he wont try to swindle a traveller or two for some money or food while they travel to the city- ah but leave it to Kinich! He'll make sure to set him straight whether he likes it or not. Those two grew up together after all! Now i wasnt sure why, but Pyro sword felt perfect for him! Does he have an ancient name? I havent decided yet, if he does itd make for an interesting dynamic between him and Leona? 🤔 If he didnt then theyd both be two pouty babies about it XD

Regardless I love him so much-

Lastly, Jack! Who if you mightve noticed ISNT from Natlan! Instead I chose to reference his childhood home (didnt do that for everyone ofc- but its fine-) and I made him from Snezchnaya instead!

Oh and yes, he is a fatui member! He resides under Capitanos command though which is how he finds himself in Natlan for the mean time! The Captain's Blood Hound is what they call him amongst the troops. Fiercely loyal and strong to boot! No matter what Capitano chooses to do with his mission, if he sticks to the Tsaritsa or trades sides for his homeland, Jack will follow him without a moments hesitation. Definitely a soldier the others look up to! Some say theyve seen him spar almost on the same level as a certain Harbinger near the same age as him! Or that he is long time friends with the late La Signora's right hand, Vil (*wink wink* just a small sneak there for you guys to look forward to-)

Safe to say he quickly becomes a legend among the regular fatui soldiers. Same as Ruggie, I went with a vibe and his vibe said Cryo Claymore! Claymore for such an obvious reason- cryo itself tends to be in relation to family and loyalty (if you squint-) so it clicked in my brain, it could add to possible backstory you might hear whenever i get to his final copy!

Let me know what you guys think! Im sorry ive been gone so long 😭 ill try to post the next doodle set in the next few days to make up for it! And currently as final copies go, theyre gonna take much longer to do since theyre my complete artstyle and ive also decided i hate myself enough to attempt designing personal weapons as well! Currently ive completed Ace and Deuce is 70% finished, i just have to finish coloring him. It will only be flats color, rendering would take even longer- but this way if there are any other artists who wanna do fanart they could color drop the flat colors perfectly! (Or wing it, i dont mind either way-) As soon as the doodles are all posted ill start bringing in the final versions for you guys!

[f1amboyant]

All fine! Happy to share, and yes, this could be used for any pairing (or just platonic) but in my case this is a Charlos AU since they are the ones currently making me sad, Fred if I see you it is on sight

There are a lot of studies and analysis about what makes a mark a romantic or a platonic one and every single one has gotten to the conclusion that none really, the colors are simply a mark of soul compatibility in its way to look for companionship and intimacy; some even suggest than they have nothing to do with romance and actually the best couples are not soulmates. Absolutely bs if you ask Charles, how could your chosen one be someone who your soul doesn't yearn for? Call him romantic but he doesn't think he could love someone who his soul hasn't recognized as his.

Charlos jump the line of platonic and romantic like a rope across their years as teammates, Carlos has never been shy of touch so they always had contact but now they are so close it is impossible to denied that their souls are also close. Ferrari even makes a special livery for Monza one year in which Charles' car and suit are bright read with a yellow stain over his real mark and the side of the car, and Carlos' is yellow with a red mark over his shoulder and halo (so much merch it was sold, ridiculous, Charles doesn't know how to feel about people wandering around with red shirts with a yellow mark but Carlos says is cute si he'll let it go for now)

Everything breaks when Lewis Ferrari announcement, and Charles feels literally his soul bleed and then his heart breaks when he talks with Carlos on the phone and feels his complete devastation after this treason from Ferrari (Honestly Charles agrees, it is treason as well TO HIM, Lewis is nice and all but he is not his soulmate, he is not Charles'). The beginning of the season is torture, living every day like a countdown and to be fair, Carlos' gets over it quicker than Charles and will chat his ear off about contract negotiations and teams plans for the future and planning little dates for them in the next years because "I'm just moving down the paddock, I am not dead Sharls" but Charles is in agony and just wants to cuddle with his soulmate without talking about THAT. Everyone can see they gotten even closer through this and Charles doesn't even know anymore, does everyone want to kiss their soulmates stupid face after a near death experience? It is really licit to want to climb your soulmate like a tree when he shows up with the ugliest mustache ever seen? Charles is just aware enough to not act on his instincts and drop to his knees in front of Carlos (and the whole world tbh) after his Monaco win and asking him for a bj or his hand in marriage, he doesn't know.

But his breaking point (bc Charles is a little dense but not THAT dense) is after Carlos informes him that he has signed with Williams (just before a break, rude) and after the vacation he shows up in the paddock with a soft lavender mark up caressing the inside of his wrist and forearm and stories of Alex not only being his future teammate but also his new neighbor and Charles absolutely RED 🫣🫣🫣🫣

Hahaha to be continued I guess! This feels kinda long already for an ask but it was a good one to explote during my coffee break

Thank you for your kind words and letting me explore this in your page without the pressure 🥰🎨

Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod this is so goooooooooooooood 😵‍💫😍❤️😵‍💫😍❤️😵‍💫😍❤️

Charles being a romantic and wanting his partner to be his soulmate, yes, of course, absolutely, that's exactly him.

The soulmate special livery???? Hello????? I'm DECEASED 😵‍💫 This is so good, so perfect, so fucked up of Ferrari and just so aighqghqopiughpqoughqg I NEED IT!!!

And then Lewis to Ferrari, and of course Charles would realize at that moment. At the prospect of being away from Carlos, he wants him so so bad. He can't take the separation (god, those early videos when Charles couldn't even talk about it and seemed so distraught every time the subject was brought on).

And then seeing Alex' mark on Carlos?? Seeing the future teammate mark his soulmate?? What if he replaces Charles?? That's not possible in Charles' mind.

Please please please tell me what's happening next?? What crazy thing Charles will do?? I NEED TO KNOW

(I kinda think Charles would ask something stupid, like offering a bj to Carlos or something like that instead of asking to date like a normal person)

(Also also, in my mind, it feels like Carlos has been in love with Charles since day one, but he just feels like nothing can happen and he just indulges in Charles' presence, enjoys their moment together but doesn't ask for more because he can never have more)

Feel free to come back in my ask box! I love this so so so very much 😍

[mimisempai]

Exactly where we're meant to be

Summary

Muriel, Aziraphale and Crowley enjoy an evening walk on the beach. 

Day 4  : Barefoot

Notes

On Ao3

Rating G -  620 words

The fine sand was warm under their toes as they walked hand in hand along the beach. They followed Muriel's footsteps as they skipped ahead of them in what had become their traditional evening walk since the beginning of their vacation at the beach.

The sun was beginning to touch the sea on the horizon, reflecting off the waves in a festival of warm colors.

Crowley sighed with contentment and glanced at Aziraphale, who raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"I don't think I've ever seen you so relaxed."

Aziraphale smiled at him, his teeth looking whiter under the light tan that graced his skin after a few days on the beach and his hair even more tousled than usual from the ocean breeze.

Crowley went on, "It suits you, Angel."

Aziraphale's light tan didn't stop Crowley from noticing the slight blush on the angel's upper cheeks as he murmured, "Thank you."

He brought their joined hands to his mouth and kissed Crowley's hand before continuing, "I'm really glad we were able to arrange this vacation. We can really get away from it all here and it's perfect."

He gave the demon a little nudge on the shoulder and continued, "But mostly, it's perfect because it's with you."

Crowley, in turn, blushed slightly and squeezed Aziraphale's hand in response, pressing himself against him a little more before replying, "Must be the vacation effect, the deserted beach, all that..."

Aziraphale, aware of Crowley's deflection, insisted, "Vacation, the beach, all that is all well and good, but if you weren't here, it would have no taste. Dining out, going to the theater or a concert, it's not as good without you."

He paused and turned to Crowley, cupping his face in his hands and pulling him close before murmuring against his lips, "You're the one who makes it all extraordinary."

Then he pressed his lips to the demon's in a quick, tender kiss, but as he pulled away, Crowley's arms wrapped around his waist to pull him closer and capture the angel's lips in turn.

Muriel was not far ahead, so while the kiss lasted a little longer than the first, it remained light and soft, and it was the lapping of the surf against their feet that brought them back to reality.

They parted with a chuckle and wrapped their arms around each other before resuming their walk.

Embraced this way, they joined Muriel in watching the sun as it continued to sink into the sea.

Aziraphale asked Crowley: "If you could do anything right now without worrying about anything, what would you do?" 

Crowley seemed to ponder, then very seriously replied, "I would be on a deserted beach, with only the sound of the ocean in the background and the angel I love in my arms, and I would do this."

He took Aziraphale in his arms and planted a kiss on his forehead, showing the angel that there was no other place in the world he would rather be, no other person he would rather be with.

Then he let go of his lover and turned to Muriel. After gently ruffling their hair, he added, "And of course I would be more than happy to annoy my little bee."

"Crowley!"

Muriel came between them and wrapped their arms around Aziraphale and Crowley's necks as they said with a big smile on their faces, "And I'd be on a beautiful beach watching the sun with the two people I like best in the world."

Crowley and Aziraphale hummed softly, their hands intertwined behind Muriel's back.

As they watched the sun sink into the ocean together, the three of them had the same thought.

They were exactly where they were meant to be.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love - Series post S2 - Part 1 - Part 2

Ineffable fan fictions Masterpost : here

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes And Romance

Part 2 🥰

A/N: So excited for this, not sure how many part's there's going to be, but I'm sure excited to see where it goes... Embrace the journey with me .. 🐞🥰

Warnings:

The vibration and ringing of a phone breaks your concentration on this sketch, looking at the caller id, you smile, its your mom! Hey my dearest mommy bear, you jokingly answer, Hi my love, you hear your mom's kind voice on the other end, oh the love you have for her, she'll probably never realize, she has helped you overcome some difficult times in your life, honey, she says did you forget about meeting up with my friend for the mural piece she wants done? Comes the question, oh Shit! Mom I'm so sorry I got lost in this, well this piece I'm working on you say a blush creeping on your cheeks, I'll tell you all about it later, you always tell each other everything, I will be there in a little while mom , I promise you, sorry I totally forgot, regret clearly noticeable in your voice. Oh honey you are so forgetful, she says laughing a little, see you soon honey, be safe, love you. Love you too mom, see you in a few.

....

Black velvet from Alannah Myles, playing interrupts Dean and Sam talking about the case he can't seem to catch a break on. The music playing comes from the corner you sat in, wow okay, he said thinking that, classic rock didn't really suit the, softness and gentleness that you were beaming out, a smile tugging at his lips, you are quite interesting he thought to himself, seeing you packing all the stuff in your bags, he's heart sank a little , will it be the last time he ever saw you.

Seeing you stand, you must be about 5 foot 2 if he guessed, quite shorter than he'd expected, but adorable looking. You definitely carry yourself with confidence, but also not thinking too much of yourself, he is good at reading people but he can't quite put a finger on you. She's probably got some damn lucky guy in her life, he thinks to himself.

Usually he would go and chat you up a little, get your number, spend the night, but something tells him your not that kind. His thoughts get interrupted by two kids running into you, probably going to the playground he saw over there, waiting for you to freak out and get angry, but instead your voice sounds like honey , all while you ask them if they got hurt, your voice not high pitched or too low, just well just sweet, he'd probably listen to you talk all day not ever getting tired of how you sound. Watching you, sort off in a daze, Dean catches what looks like a sketching book, slightly showing what looks like a man's face, if he didn't know any better, he'd say it was him, ha! Yeah right she didn't even notice me, he thought to himself, while reading the title of a book lying on top of the sketch book "Burning Rose" author "lady bug" seems strange , dark cover with a red rose covered in flames, she quickly grabs everything, throws it in, and for a moment time stood still, you look up into his eyes, Dean could've sworn he was drowning in your eyes, he can't help it, with a smile as wide as the county he looked at her, seeing her cheeks, turning to a light rose color, she shyly smiles back, that gave Dean a glimpse of what heaven probably looks like. He wanted to get up say something, maybe even just kiss you right then and there, but you left, like a little hurricane out by the door, a hurricane he wouldn't mind being caught in, he thought to himself.

..........

You get out of the cab, at John, and Mary Winchesters home, humbly looking house but still big, amazing garden, this is so much fun, you love doing murals, feeling comfortable, walking in, You've been busy for almost a week with this piece, looking at the wall of the front entrance, its all coming together, the green of the leaves and the white of the magnolia flowers , complimenting the decor of, the entrance, filled with neutral tones aswell as splashes of dark green and bright yellow.

Good morning darling you hear a kind voice say, morning Mrs W, how are you doing this fine morning you ask cheerfully. Oh good dear, John had to go on a business trip again, so I have the house all to myself, she says, not looking really happy about it. I'm so sorry, why don't you and my mom go doing something fun, drink coffee, maybe even a bit of wine, just don't get to tipsy now, you say teasing her! Oh really honey, you hear your mom's voice behind you, tipsy, ha! We are classy ladies, we don't drink wine this early, but no one said there's something wrong with Irish coffee, you all three burst into laughter. Come on Mary lets leave her alone in her art world, while they walk out you hear your mom laughing and saying I love you honey, you too mom, you say while picking up the brushes you need and sticking it into the back pocket of your jeans , climbing up the ladder, already humming to whatever classic rock song is playing, into your earbuds, knowing this is what you are meant to do with your life.

..........

It's about three in the afternoon, and he still haven't returned the pastry dishes to his mom's house, damnit, like I have time for this, letting out an irritated sigh, driving into the drive way, with his black chevy impala, he'd name her baby, all while a song of Led Zeppelin is playing, he gets out, grabs the clean dishes out of the back seat, he walks towards the front entrance , puts down the dishes on the table right by the door way, looking at the picture in front of him, a woman standing on a ladder, hair braided loosely, with a black t-shirt and jeans on, covered in paint, humming and swaying to what sounds like a Bon Jovi song, while admiring the view, she loose her balance, tumbling down, Dean catches her, wide-eyed and confused she looked at him, its her, the coffee shop angel.

Fudgesticks up a fudge tree Dean hears her say, what? He looks at her while still holding her in his arms, the feeling of her so close to him its electrifying, oh sorry she says laughing a little, I try not too swear to much. Not making the effort to get out of his tight grip, he puts her down, seeing the black shirt she has on is a Guns n Roses paint splattered shirt. Well thanks for saving me from, ending up like humpty Dumpty she smiles. Oh my pleasure, he wanted to ask what's she's doing for the rest of her life, but his phone rang and he had to answer since he is the Sheriff of the town. Yeah, what is it he asks with the irritation back in his voice,? There's been another victim boss, says the young deputy, okay Jack I'm on my way, just hold on , he closes the phones speaker with one hand, looking at the beauty in front of him with paint all over her, even on her even on her face, all he can say is good day miss and he starts walking out the door, not waiting for a response.

.....

Arriving at the scene, there he sees it again, this damn killer is toying with them, its one big game to him, like a treasure map, they need to find, he placed the dismembered body all over, the dogs and coroner is already on scene, working. The almost gifted wrapped torso on the park bench. Dean is looking around the scene for clues as to how he chooses his victims, thinking, he doesn't have a specific type, so to say, some has light hair with light skin, some have dark hair with olive skin, its victim 8, its been 8 months since this case came to his attention, but still no clue, how he gets his victims, since he seems to toy with his victims for 3 to 4 weeks all sedatives maybe used, is already out of there system.

Waiting for the coroner, what seems like hours, he finally gets the call, Sheriff Winchester you can come and look at the body. Yeah on my way, before going in, Dean inhales a deep breath, not so much for the smell, but more for the courage to see another life taken, someone's, daughter, sister. He is a rough man, but sometimes the stuff what he sees can also take its affect on him. Shaking off whatever he just felt, walking in, he sees the women neatly placed on the cold steel table, every body part pieced together, looking at her face , she can't be older than 20-25 he thinks, while listening to the coroner telling him, how she has the rope burn bruises like all the other seven vics, the dismembering is clean, like it's done by a professional, no signs of sexual assault, the coroner goes on to say, she's been washed in some sort of alcohol almost like sanitizer to remove whatever traces of DNA there could've been. But I did find something odd by one of the cuts, the coroner said. Yeah well get to it doc, Dean says, okay jikes! Its another piece of meat, most likely beef, but its getting tested and I will let you know. Good, Dean said thanking the man, giving one last look of the woman lying there. Hell sometimes I hate this job.

....

The stars clearly visible in the dark skies, while sitting on his porch, whiskey on his breath, a worried look on his face, thinking about the day, the case, the parents of the woman he had to let know that they found their daughter, but she didn't make it, how they had to ID her and the damn tears and despair afterwards... Taking another sip of his whiskey, thinking about the coffee shop angel he saw again and how happy and carefree she is like she doesn't have a worry in the world , not a inch of sadness he detected in her eyes or her sweet honey filled voice.

Wondering why he haven't seen her around in this old town, contemplating what he already knows about her, she doesn't really like to be seen, she likes classic rock, she doesn't like swearing, clearly she likes fudge, and she must be an artist, he can't help it but he starts smiling when he remembers her laughter filling his ears, oh yes and she likes to read remembering the book he saw, quickly taking out his phone he does an internet search of this author "lady bug" three best selling novels, there's the one with the rose, he reads the review and then the ending, of the book because he ain't much of a reader so his not going to read the whole thing!

Wait, what! This book its, clearly one of those steamy romance books but its also a thriller, okay , she is something else, he reads the ending of the book again. "Like a burning rose he ignites your soul when his lips come crashing to yours, flames of passion dancing in your eyes, hands and body intertwined, his love for you burning away all the thorns of past heartbreaks and mistakes, knowing his touch is crumbling your walls and with the thought of knowing your safe with him, you give into the flames engulfing your soul."

[therealslimshakespeare]

Alright I am going in!

Bucky’s keen eyes showed the moment it dawned on him, his eyebrows shot up and his mouth sagged and he ran a weathered hand over his face

Ok first of all, Bucky’s initial reaction to asking her was very special to me. I liked that he also had this reaction because he wants her safe and he doesn't necessarily LOVE the idea but he knows she can do it and so thats what makes it worth it, as proven here: Bucky grounded aloud, “Nah, nah she’s -Lu would solve it.” he muttered

The way his Buck swallows hard and dry contradicts his words, “I do remember that.”

This was just so sweet to me oh my god. The way he just wants her safe and out of danger, these two are SO special to me🥹🥹

“Really?” Bucky’s mouth gives a soft smile of doubtful incredulity and Gale mimics it, mournful but a smirk all the same, “Feel like she should answer to ‘Gale’s Baby’ these days. Lieutenant Smith who?”

LMAO given what you’ve said about Bucky’s fatherly projection onto her AND him teaching her to drive, this is so funny to me. I LOVE IT. 😭😭

“No really, she’s an officer and she wants to be treated like one. It’ll do her good to have work. Her kinda work.”

And this! I love this, i know we say Gale is the one who knows her but I’m soft for Bucky emphasizig this about her!

They found Lu with Murph and Benny and Brady, measuring out what seemed to be lot lines between Love Shack #9 and the next combine, boot scuffed perimeters already visible in the light snow and drawn in a decently tidy rectangle.

OK THIS THIS THIS! The garden! Yay I love them. And! The way Lu is already being Lieutenant Smith here 🤭🥹

Bucky sniffed, a casual set to his body that belied his quest, “Just the little one.”

This is just precious, sorry!

Smith promptly looked startled, then eager. “All well Majors?”

AW precious again!! Startled and then eager, sweet girl 😪😪

“Need your advice on the color of my cufflinks with this suit.” Bucky extended his arm and beckoned her, “C’mon back in for a minute.

Also I don’t know why I found this so cute but! What can I say…

the Buckies stood over Smith’s small frame as she sat at the table and inspected the simplistic device with keen eyed appreciation for the construct.

This! Like the scene of her between them on the forced march, this is one that I can see so clearly😅😅 Them towering over her as she does her thing. And her knee eyed appreciation 🥹🥹

“It’s really marvelous.” she assured Cleven, running her fingers over the carefully coiled wire and precarious pin.

SHE IS SO SWEET

Gale didn’t even crack a smile. “What’s wrong with it?” he asked instead.

Poor Gale but. The way this showed the confidence he has in her brain just took me out.

“Take your time, Lu.” Bucky spoke up

My heart is melting sorry!

Lu pressed it to her ear, not to discern what was quite obviously radio silence, but to imagine the whole process in reverse, track it down the cord all the way to the base, each possible breakdown of the conduction.

THIS! THIS! The way that you describe this and her intelligence and her intuitive ability! I love!

Smith bit her lip, “We need sulfur added. Lead won’t conduct on its own.”

Love my genius baby 🥰🥰

“If I had sulfur we could add it to the lead dust, ignite it and- burn it down and you’ve got something close enough to Galena. Just need a pinch of it should work.”

Love my genius baby part two!

Ya sure that’s it?” he asked Lu once more. She gave a helpless little shrug. “Gotta be. Or the wire’s dirty. Where’d it come from anyway?”

Ok but I love her confidence in herself and her smarts and her abilities? Like she’s so eager to please but she knows she knows what she’s talking about. I love that!

“We should let it sit.” Lu surmised, her big dark eyes surveying the burnt bowl and their smoking experiment with glittery excitement at the possibility of success

I just adore this. Adore this so much. Because it’s the combination of, us being in awe at her brain and her talent and her competence but also- she’s so excited about it?! Like glittery excitement omg aw I can literally SEE her eyes 🥹🥹

Even Major Clark had joined them in the barracks for this final try and Lu’s cheeks were maroon from the attention even as her deft hands steadily pressed her concoction beneath its intended rod.

THIS!!!! THIS IS THE EPITOME OF HER!! Shy from the attention but confident in her ability because she is just THAT smart! Also! I love Colonel Clark being there 🥰🥰

“Pass me the pliers, sir?” She asked and for a moment, the teacher became the apprentice

This is just another line that is insanely cute ugh Gale and Lu I love youuuuuu

“You could check your look in this wire’s reflection.” She complimented Gale’s buffing of the copper wire

SWEET GIRL AGAIN!!!! She’s so kind hearted AH

Gale picked up the headphone from in front of him on the table like it was a gun he was about to bring to his head. “Here.” He extended it to her instead, “S’right, it was your job, you should be the first. Cmon.”

I LOVE THIS! He wasn’t in the best state of mind for this fic and he was so stressed but even amidst all that, he still handles her with so much love and care 🥹

For a good ten seconds everyone in the room held their breath as Smith pressed the headphone to her ear and gently wiggled the clothespin along the wire, searching and tuning, her face holding that old peaceful concentration they hadn’t seen since the last mission. She was at home with her mind tuned to another dimension. The pilots in the room knew that look, that was the look of someone at home with something that terrified them all the same, the gut swooping feeling of clearing the take off and sledding along the tops of the clouds. Wrong and strange and utterly incomparable to others, it was the closest to home one’s mind could be. Lu belonged somewhere on those electric currents and searching them out was like finding oneself again.

Then at last, Lu’s eyes sharpened out of their dreamy haze of concentration and she said, gentle as always, “It’s the BBC sir.”

Ok and here, words fail me. Truly words fail me to explain how incredible this part was. Ugh. The way you described her peaceful concentration and her dreamy haze. I can literally SEE IT. And that LAST LINE. I loved it so so so much. Like adored it an absolutely insane amount. Wonder baby pulled it off 🥲🥲

This whole fic was so lovely and so beautifully written and I just wanna thank u for writing it and sharing it 🫶🏼

OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH - I got myself a live blog synopsis review on losing my damn mind this is my favorite thing ever, I write in hopes of these sorts asks. For real tho, this is peak happiness, this is like me getting to read an update. Babes, thank you and I’m so happy you liked it ☺️🥹

[joetamy]

I love Doma, so much- besides his character alone, imma post things I like about his design. Cause I can ùwú If you wanna see my simpus supremus post, read more under the cut! 🙌

Ahem... LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HIS HANDS ! ! He's huge! This is a me thing maybe but that's very✨pleasant✨ Other than that, the design for his hands are so elegant.. yet strong- he has long nails as the upper two, which- slayyy~

The blood-like pattern is visually appealing, honestly just such good design. If you want to make hands more interesting, have some kind of detail like this to draw your eyes to them. Gah... GAH 🔥

His range of expression! And just.... his face- For someone with no emotion, he sure has studied expressing whatever he wants accurately. Surprise, joy, sympathy, sadness, determination- you name it, he can fake it. And as is the point of his character to some extent, he has beautiful eyes. Both in shape and color. 🌈

His eyebrows are wonderful, it's not often creators make a character this attractive and then give them a set of nice and thick eyebrows. I feel it's so common to think of it as unattractive but.. honestly- I disagree. I have had thick eyebrows my entire life, and I am extremely grateful for that. Anyway, this next one is just.. demons in general from Demon Slayer. But! Their teeth, they are so large. Every demon with these kind of teeth just... they seem so- idk- comfy looking. It's odd, but very appealing! (I checked in with some friends and they agree! Demon chompers are very nice to look at!

HIS HAIR! For real, long long ago, when watching the hobbit and lord of the rings, something flipped in me in regard to what I find appealing on men. Long hair. There is a reason I love Tolkien's elves ahah. And it's just the same with Doma. 🥰 Regardless if it is beautiful, smooth and soft or jagged and wild- it does not matter. Men suit long hair so much more than they think, it makes me so happy whenever a character is given long hair. And I mean LONG, not that "barely touching the shoulders" bs. That's not long, that's medium.

It actually pains me when someone draws a man who has long hair- with short hair. Like.. slay, live your dreams. But come oooon- let the 10% of men with long hair in fiction keep it, plz- I beg. (not actually that serious, do what makes you happy <3) With some help from two of my friends, I'd like to point out his build and how he visually reads vs. his behaviors! While Doma is quite a big guy, with broad shoulders and a very tall frame. He acts and is drawn very innocently! (Note: Slim waist alert 🔥)

He is often drawn in a way that makes him seem quite harmless. He sits in a way that makes him seem smaller than he is (Especially during the upper moon meeting), he's often smiling, laughing and otherwise messing around. He also somewhat slumps his shoulders sometimes. All this really makes his behavior stand out, since it is such a contrast to how he makes himself appear. He talks down to people in such a casual way, he's creepy at times, intimidating- and that gets multiplied by 100 when he no longer acts all aloof and sweet.

On top of all this- he is very muscular, but he wears a baggy turtleneck and very loose pants. Which is anotherfor him to seem far less intimidating visually.

This has all been manga so far, but here's an honorable mention to the anime. This scene was so well done. He is smiling softly through the entire scene, but does not express as much as he does while being upper two. His voice range moves but not along with his expression, which make it feel as if something is off and I love it.

Sidenote, the voice actor they picked for him- chef kiss 💕 Some of this might be a reach, or personal conclusion of course. But when I have an interest, why not share it. Maybe some people will agree, maybe some won't. Either is fine! And feel free to tell me what you agree or disagree with, or just what you like about this guy. I am happy to hear 💖

[therealnightcity]

motion, stature and road for Hiro 🖤 texture, hair for Ares 🖤 change, night for Avi 🖤 gorgeous babiiees 🖤

Character asks for @dreamskug 🥰🥺

Hiro:

Motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

Hiro moves easily, a confidence that comes from both combat and dancing at least several times a week. It's more natural than how Avi moves, similarly skilled but less uncanny. A lot of his hobbies are physical, and he moves like someone who's sure of his body and what it can handle--he focuses on hand-to-hand combat and used to spar with Viktor and Jackie. Hiro prefers clothing that doesn't hinder his movement, either closely fitting and clinging like a second skin, or loose enough to not pose a hazard--nothing that would easily get tangled up in his legs, or impractical heels unless he's certain he's not working. It's also why he wears his hair up in a bun--it's down past his shoulders otherwise. Hiro is capable of being graceful, particularly if he's trying.

Stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

Hiro is short but muscular, and is a bit vain regarding his appearance. He puts a lot of time into taking care of it, and that's reflected in how he presents himself. He's extensively tattooed, and has a body-suit that covers from his neck to his ankles, and a couple body piercings, in addition to the ones on his face. He's 5'4/162cm, and has a bit of a chip on his shoulder about it, especially considering his siblings are 6'0 and 6'3 respectively. He likes sneakers or boots with a bit of extra height, and is quick to say he's 5'4 and a half (he's absolutely not). Despite being a little insecure about his height, and that people don't always take him seriously, he's not afraid to show off a little. It doesn't matter how impractical the crop top and leather jacket are if all his cyberware is internal anyway.

Road: What does your OC wear while traveling? Do they have high-quality equipment, or are they making do? What does their gear look like?

Prior to 2077 Hiro had never traveled outside Night City--he didn't have the financial stability, nor the personal freedom to do so, and it wasn't something that was a priority of his. Most of his traveling gear is cobbled together by things he's salvaged or been gifted (or borrowed stolen.) It depends on the sort of traveling he's doing too--his roadtrip look differs greatly from his Badlands gear. For a road trip he'd wear something similar to his every day looks, but more comfortable, and casual. If he was on his bike, it would be a helmet and road leathers, and boots with a bit of a heel. For the badlands, he was completely unprepared his first time, and finally got more suitable clothing at the urging of his half-sister, and her promise that she wasn't going to save him from his own stubborness. The nomad vest he found is an impratical, deep red, instead of a more reasonable tan or green, but he likes the color, and she knows better than to argue with him.

Ares:

Texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

Ares isn't terribly picky about textures. Rough, or soft, doesn't really bother her either way. She's more concerned with durability, and anything extremely delicate probably won't hold up well to the wear she's going to put it through. She'd rather buy something that lasts forever, than have to constantly be getting new things, particularly when the drive into the city isn't the most convenient one. She's fond of sturdy leather, or denim, or cotton that breathes well. She doesn't like stuff that sticks to her skin in the heat, so poly/nylon is usually out. Linen is a favorite of hers, and she has several button down shirts that she uses when she needs something a little nicer.

Hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

Ares has a lot of hair, even with it partially shaved, so she's always looking for ways to keep it out of her face. It's deep black, and thick and a little unruly, so she usually wears it up in a bandana, or in a ponytail or braid. Sometimes she'll wear it in a messy bun when it's too damn hot, and she's tired of it sticking to her neck. She's considered cutting it shorter but she's almost always worn it long, and she's worried she'd not like it and have to spend forever growing it back out. Her bandanas have a lot of meaning. She collects ones with cool patterns and has one that her parents gave her that she keeps tied to her bag or holding her hair up--a little reminder of them, even when they're far away.

Avi:

Change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

Avi's appearance has changed the most out of his three siblings. He was virtually indistinguishable from any other street kid on the docks, until he got involved with Arasaka. He started wearing his hair shorter, and began gradually acquiring more cyberware. As he climbed the career ladder at Arasaka he built up his income, and taste took a turn for the more expensive, tactical gear and well-cut suits. The biggest shift for him was his eyes, when he switched his 'ganic ones for cybernetics. They have a glowing ring, similar to Hanako Arasaka's eyes, the ghostly blue echoing another Arasaka assassin. It does nothing to make the two dislike each other less. He leans away from tattoos, more for reasons of personal taste than any real dislike. They're fine on other people, but not for him, and don't align with his personal aesthetic.

Night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

Avi prefers luxury, even in clothing that isn't worn outside and his pajamas are no exception. He wears sleek, slik pajama bottoms and has a dressing robe that he tosses on when he gets out of bed. As nice as it is, he'd prefer not to answer the door in sleepwear, preferring the illusion that he's always on alert, rather than lounging in silk pjs. Occasionally he'll forgo them entirely, but this is rare unless he's with his partner, and prefers to feel like he wouldn't be caught unaware.

[bumblely]

Thank you very much for your kind words on part 1 🥹🥰 so here's part 2! Let's (re)style Fabio!

2023-03-20, Camp Nou, el Clàssic (💙❤️)

(left) D&G sweatshirt with logo + Versace trousers + Balenciaga sneakers |●| (right) Prada fall 2023 menswear look 2 (the colar) + Levi's 578 baggy indigo stonewash (I could have used Versace's as well) + Balenciaga×Adidas sneakers triple s [I wanted to keep the sweater because it has a nice texture but the round colar is a bit boring so I added this baby blue and yellow one (I'm obsessed with them 😩) some blue baggy jeans (I'm not fan of the texture of his and they're too tight for my liking) and I used the same brand as him for shoes - they would look good on the pitch as they're sport shoes]

8 other outfits I created (using some of his shoes). colors look good on him but not every single color that exists on the same shirt 😅

(left) Marni jumper and jeans + D&G daymaster sneakers (he owns them) [I'm in love with the colors 😩] |●| (right) Jacquemus polo, Stockholm surfboard club (I'm sure he'd love the this brand) trousers, Nike dunk university red [the polo looks so fluffy and soft, I love how bright it is]

(left) Jacquemus shirt and trousers, Dr Martens shoes [this style is a bit different than Fabio's - we've never seen him with Docs but I think it'd be nice. I feel like he'd wear this shirt with shorts but I don't really like them 😅] |●| (right) Loewe shirt Jacquemus trousers Nike×Off White (he owns them) [I liked these Nike when I saw them, they match this long-sleeved shirt well and the metalic trousers work well here without being basic]

(left) D&G jacket and jeans, Off-White out of office trainers [he wears D&G too often I had to do something with it - they have some nice things. this jacket has to be opened, I edited to 3rd button, but maybe one more would be better? red Off white for the pop of color] |●| (right) Nahmias shirt, Marine Serre under-shirt and jeans, Reebok×Maison Margiela trainers [almost looks like an outfit for a photo shoot. she realised a motorsport inspired collection (there is a few item heavily inspired by leather suit but make it fashion) I had a hard time choosing between green and orange trousers 🤔]

(left) Rhude shirt and jeans inspired by F1 in 80s-90s Louis Vuitton green trainers [I'm obsessed with this f1 inspired Rhude collection. he loves patterns enough to wear it to an f1 race. I love these jeans so much so bad they cost almost €1k 🫣 and the green trainers to 'break' the red and it works well with the blue] |●| (right) Amiri jacket, Heliot Emil shirt and liquide metal like trousers, New Balance shoes [I really like the baby blue jacket and these trousers, I used a black shirt (you can't really see it but there are zippers so it can be worn in different ways) and red sports shoes for the pop of color and to make it more interesting]

❤️❤️❤️

[lyranova]

Part III: The Gift

Hi guys! I know it’s been a while but here is the final part of ‘A Royal Wedding’, I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you guys for being patient and for reading this small mini-series I’ve had so much fun writing it so I hope you all enjoyed reading it 🥰!

Word Count: 2,135

Warnings: None

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Yuno barely slept the entire night. He tossed and turned like a rotisserie chicken as he tried to figure out what Neva meant when she said she had something to show him, something to tell him, and it was his wedding gift? He frowned in confusion as he slowly got dressed for the day.

Today the couple would be leaving to go back to Spade in order to prepare for their “official royal wedding” that was to take place there in front of royals and nobles from the Suit kingdoms and from other foreign countries as well. If Yuno were being honest, he thought having a big wedding like that was a waste of time, but he understood the real reason why they had to do it.

Yuno walked out of the small bedroom and made his way towards the kitchen, a small smile appeared on his face as he heard laughter and talking coming from that direction. As he walked inside the kitchen he saw Father Orsi, Sister Lily, Asta, Noelle, the kids, and Neva. He watched silently from the doorway, it was the perfect sight. All the people he loved and cared for were together in one room, happy and enjoying each other's company.

Suddenly Neva’s gaze met his and the couple locked eyes with each other, and for a moment it was as though the two were having their own silent conversation. ‘Did you sleep well?’, ‘Are you hungry?’, ‘Maybe you should have slept in, you look tired.’, the couple smiled a bit more at each other as they could only imagine that’s what the other person was thinking.

“ Good morning Yuno, did you sleep well?” Sister Lily asked as she noticed him standing in the doorway, everyone else turned to look at him before a chorus of ‘good morning’ rang out from everyone in the room.

“ Good morning, and yes I slept well.” Yuno muttered as he walked over to the table, he watched as Neva smirked a bit as he came over and softly kissed her cheek.

“ You look pretty tired. Are you sure you got enough sleep?” Neva asked softly, and Yuno glared a bit at her.

“ I did. But with no thanks to you.” He whispered in her ear and he watched her smirk widen.

“ Careful. If someone were to hear you, they might think we did something inappropriate.” Neva teased quietly so only Yuno could hear, and she chuckled as his face turned a bright shade of red.

“ Evil. You’re just evil.” He joked quietly as he shook his head and sat down, Neva chuckling again at his words.

Breakfast went by quickly. The Hage family all spoke and ate cheerfully, recounting the previous night's events as well as what’s been going on in their lives. Soon, as the children all stood and went outside to play with Asta and Noelle, Neva and Yuno stood as well.

Yuno stood outside their small room as Neva said she had to get something really quick. He waited for a few minutes and soon the door opened and Neva walked out with a bit of a sheepish smile.

“ You look…beautiful.” Yuno said softly as a warm, loving smile appeared on his face at the sight of her.

Neva was wearing a light green, knee length dress with a small floral pattern. She had on light make up and had her platinum blonde hair down in soft waves around her shoulders.

“ Thank you, and you look very handsome.” Neva complimented as a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. Yuno blushed as well and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

Yuno was wearing a pair of white pants and a lavender colored shirt, it was a more casual look than what he usually wore these days. The couple suddenly blinked at each other as they continued to look at their outfits.

They were wearing each other's ‘signature’ colors.

The two suddenly began to laugh, they hadn’t realized they had done this, but now that they had they found it funny yet cute at the same time.

“ So, are you ready to see your wedding present?” Neva asked as their laughter died, and Yuno sighed and shrugged.

“ I dunno, I’m a bit worried as to what it could be but…yes I’m ready to see it.” He told her and Neva nodded before pulling something out from her dress pocket.

It was a blind fold.

Yuno frowned in confusion as he looked at her, to the blind fold, and back again. But Neva only had a mischievous smirk on her face.

“ Just put it on.” Neva told him and as he only continued to stare at the blind fold she sighed. “ And here I thought I was the one who was supposed to have trust issues.” She added half jokingly, which caused Yuno to rub the back of his neck.

“ It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just…” he trailed off, trying to find the right words. But Neva shook her head before grabbing his hand and placing the blind fold inside it.

“ Not easy to relinquish control and blindly trust someone?” Neva asked with a slightly raised brow. “ I understand, and to be honest it’s still difficult for me too. But just…trust me, please?”

Yuno looked at the blindfold for a moment before looking up at Neva again. He loved and trusted her more than anyone else in the world, so he lifted the blindfold and wrapped it around his eyes before reaching his hand out towards his wife.

“ I trust you, and I’ll follow you wherever you lead me.” Yuno told her honestly, and he heard Neva make a small ‘pfft’ noise before she gently grabbed his hand.

“ Since when did you become cheesy?” She muttered but was very glad he had the blindfold on so he couldn’t see just how red her face became at his words.

She gently led him down the halls and out of the orphanage.

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Yuno silently followed his wife. He could smell that they were outside, he listened as the grass and gravel road crunched beneath his shoes. He wasn’t quite sure how far they had been walking, but he could tell they were getting farther and farther away from the church since he couldn’t hear Asta’s shouting as clearly as he could before.

Finally after a few minutes of walking they stopped. Yuno felt Neva give his hand a gentle squeeze.

“ You can take off the blindfold now.” Neva told him as she gave his hand another squeeze, Yuno nodded before doing as he was told and taking the blindfold off.

He blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the light, and once his vision became clearer his eyes widened at the sight before him.

In front of him was a medium sized, two story cottage. There were some small flowers in the front garden, behind the house there appeared to be a large and spacious field that went on for miles and miles. Yuno had seen this house many times as a child, sometimes he and Asta would jokingly say that they would own it someday and would live there together with everyone from the church.

He looked at Neva in surprise, and saw a smile on her face.

“ Surprise. This is your wedding gift.” She told him as she gestured to the home with her free hand, and Yuno looked back at the cottage.

“ This is my wedding gift?” He asked and she nodded in confirmation. “ How long…have you been planning this?” He watched as Neva looked away shyly and rubbed the back of her neck.

“ Um…less than 24 hours?” Neva admitted softly and Yuno blinked at her in surprise. “ Well, I didn’t have a wedding gift picked out for you yet…and yesterday during the reception I heard a woman talking about how she needed to sell her home since she and her family were moving to Nean. So I asked her if I could see the house, and I came by this morning to see it and it just felt…right. So I bought it.”

Yuno opened his mouth but Neva quickly cut him off.

“ Hage is your home, more than Spade or the Capital ever were. This is the place you were raised, this is where your family is, and most importantly…this place makes you happier and more relaxed than anywhere else in the world. So…I bought this house for whenever you, or both of us, need to get away from it all.” Neva finished as she rubbed the back of her head nervously.

Neva gently led Yuno through the front gate and up the stone path towards the front door. She grabbed the door knob, turned it, and then pushed it open before they both walked inside.

The home was empty but was a good size with lots of windows. It was spacious and had a large fireplace in the corner of the living room, the kitchen was off to the left and had a small eating area, and towards the back of the house was a staircase that led to the upstairs bedrooms.

“ Well…what do you think?” Neva asked as she looked down at the ground and shuffled her feet nervously before looking around the house. “ It’s a bit much, but I thought…I dunno maybe this was a bad idea I should’ve got-.” She began to ramble as Yuno stared at her, but she was suddenly taken aback.

Yuno had grabbed her arm gently and pulled her into a warm embrace. He hugged her gently but with a slight bit of comforting pressure, he felt Neva tense up for a moment at the sudden action before she relaxed and wrapped her arms around his middle.

This was uncharacteristic for Yuno, he wasn’t much of a hugger, but he wanted Neva to know just how much he loved her and appreciated this gift.

“ Thank you Neva, this is the best wedding gift I could’ve asked for. I love it.” Yuno told her softly as he kept his wife in his embrace, he could have swore he felt her shoulders relax even more. He knew she had been almost uncharacteristically nervous about this, but he hadn’t realized just how nervous she was until now.

After he gave her another gentle squeeze the couple parted and he began to look around the house.

“ It’s a lot bigger than it looks,” Yuno began as he moved away from her and began to walk around. “ There’s two bedrooms downstairs and three upstairs, so when the kids from the orphanage come over or if we have our own kids someday they’ll have their own spaces if they want them. The kitchen and dining are a good size too, not too big but not small either. And outside,” he walked over to the window that faced the backyard.

“ It’s wide and spacious with lots of land, so you and I can train if we want. Also the kids will have lots of room to run around and play. It’s perfect.” Yuno finished with a warm smile as he stared outside.

He suddenly felt Neva walk up to him, wrap her arms around his waist and stand on her toes so she could rest her chin on his shoulder. The couple stood there silently in content for a while before Neva spoke.

“ Do you remember how I asked to think about your wedding gift?” She asked her husband softly, and he nodded. “ Well…I thought about it.” He turned to look at her.

“ And?”

“ And…I accept. I’ll accept the ‘secret squad’ that you gifted me. But I do want to add something,” She said before she turned to look at him. “ As you said I get to be the one who chooses the members, but I’ll also take input or suggestions from you, and only you.”

Yuno tilted his head in though for a moment before nodding.

“ Alright, that sounds like a good plan.”

“ But at the end of the day the decision whether to add someone from the squad or not is mine to make, alright?” Neva asked and she heard Yuno chuckle as he nodded.

“ Alright.”

“ Oh, I also came up with a name for them.”

“ Really? What is it?”

“ The Queen’s Paragons.”

“ ‘The Queen’s Paragons’…hmm” Yuno rolled the word around a bit as he thought about it, finally a bright smile appeared on his face. “ I like it. I think it fits your squad perfectly.”

“ Really? I think so too.” Neva said softly as she kissed her husband on the cheek before looking back outside.

The couple stayed in their new home for another 2 hours before they reluctantly left and headed back to the church to say goodbye to their Hage Family before heading back to Spade for their Royal Wedding.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day 🥰~!

[forever-rogue]

Omg I had an idea!!! Maybe shy!reader and Eddie are finally dating, but not for too long. They go on a little picnic date. After they ate, they lay on the blanket, cuddling, little kisses...the reader puts flowers in Eddie's hair. He's confused but let her do it. Anyway the date ends, reader removes the flowers, but at home Eddie still found one flower and put it in a frame, where reader's picture is in it. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF 🤗💕

AN | This is just some fluffy softness, but I hope you enjoy 🥺🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You’re doing it again, pretty girl,” your face warmed up immediately and you turned away from him, hiding your shy little smile. Eddie laughed, that same lovely laugh you’d fallen in love with countless times before he gently reached over and turned your face back to his. His smile threatened to break his face; it was all teeth and dimples and nothing short of magical, “hi.”

“Hi,” your reply was soft and he couldn’t help but bring your face towards his so he could gently kiss your lips. You practically melted into him, wishing he would never let you go. He was sure that in that moment you were even more radiant than the golden hues that were starting to color the sky, “you’re really pretty, Eddie.”

“Flatterer,” he teased as you shook your head. You turned your body and shuffled so you were sitting in front of him. You reached up and put your hand on his face, gently stroking over his cheek before ghosting your fingers along his jaw and down his glorious neck, “what’re you up to, huh pretty girl?”

“Nothing,” you mused softly, “just admiring the art. The pretty, handsome, smart art.”

“It’s working,” he turned his face so he could press a kiss to your palm, “flattery works on me. Well - only if it’s you, honestly.”

“It’s not flattery,” you insisted, “not when it’s true. I like your eyes. They’re unique; brown but they look like they’ve got gold and honey in them. Deep though - I feel like you’re always looking right into my soul. Who knows, maybe you are, you are different after all.”

“Baby-”

“And your smile,” you traced your thumb along his full bottom lip and you swore he leaned into your touch, “it’s pretty. Your dimples show when you smile a lot, and your eyes get all crinkly at the corners and your whole face just gets this glow. It’s my favorite thing in the world.”

“Sweetheart-”

“And your little freckles,” you gently dotted your fingertips along his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, “I never really noticed at first, but now I see them all the time. Especially when you’ve been in the sun, they’re more obvious. They’re cute.”

“You’re really-”

“And your hair,” you giggled as you ran your hand through his roguish waves, lightly scratching at his scalp, “it’s so soft and wavy. I like it. It suits you.”

“You’re gonna kill me,” he groaned playfully as you leaned in and kissed his cheeks, “better be careful.”

“Now, now,” you whispered his ear softly, “don’t be so dramatic, Eds. I’m just telling you some of the many things I love about you.” 

“No one’s ever…” he paused for a moment before waving his hand around dismissively.

“No one’s ever what, Eddie?” you took his hand and gently held it in yours, “tell me.”

“No one’s ever said things like that about me,” he admitted softly, “no one’s ever seen me the way you do. I guess it just feels…it’s nice. It’s really nice.”

“Then I’ll have to keep reminding you,” you promised softly, “just like you always do to me. You’ve always seen me too, just as I am. You make me feel very special. I love you, Eds.”

“I love you,” a pretty, soft shade of pink welled up in his neck and cheeks as you leaned before gently nudging his nose with yours before kissing him gently, “thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you let your hand gently graze over the small patch of wildflowers to your side before a brilliant idea came into your head, “do you trust me, Eddie?”

“More than anyone.”

“Lie down,” you whispered as you motioned for him to rest his head in your lap, “and close your eyes and relax.”

He raised an eyebrow in question before grinning and quickly complying with your request. You made a small sound of content before brushing your fingers through his hair, and fanning out on your legs. He made a small sound at the feeling of your gentle touch. You were humming softly under your breath, a tune he’d heard somewhere before but couldn’t quite place as his mind started to slowly zone out. 

You delicately picked some of the flowers before weaving them into his hair. Eddie could feel you doing something, but he kept his eyes closed, letting the sweet lull of slumber pull him further and further away. It was a tranquil moment, quiet and peaceful compared to normal days and part of you was tempted to stay there forever with him. But for now, the afternoon would have to do.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hey sleepyhead,” Eddie’s eyes opened and he found himself looking up at you. Your expression was soft as you touched his cheek before he slowly sat up, failing to stifle a small yawn, “have a nice nap, love?”

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he gave you a sheepish little smile as you shrugged him off, “it just feels so nice to have some else playing with your hair, you know?”

“I know,” you agreed, thinking back at all the times he’d played with your hair, “you look even prettier than normal!”

“What did you do?” he gave you a suspicious little look as you reached into your bag and pulled out the small compact mirror you kept with you. You opened it so he could see himself, watching as the smile grew on his face at the sight of the little flowers dotting his hair, “pretty indeed. But - still not nearly as pretty as you though.”

“Now who is the flatterer?” you reached over and gently pulled one of the blooms out before holding it to him, “for you.”

“You’re sweet, you know that?” he took the flower, letting his fingers linger against yours. You rolled your eyes before putting a finger to his lips to quiet him down.

“You’re sweet as sugar, my honey, baby, sweetheart, love,” you sang softly as he practically melted into a puddle, “I wish we could be here forever and not have to deal with anything ever again.”

“One day,” he promised softly, “one day we’ll go on  a road trip, just the two of us and I’ll take you to see all the places that are almost as beautiful as you.”

“Oh?”

“Mhmm,” he cupped your face in his hands before playfully peppering kisses all over cheeks, forehead, and nose before stopping at your lips, “one day we’ll have it all.”

“Well I can’t argue with that,” you kissed his lips, “but I think for today we’d better get back. Or we’ll miss movie night and I am not missing out on Robin torturing Steve over that new girl he likes.”

“And pizza,” he pointed, “can’t miss the pizza.”

“Good point. Let me just,” you reached over and started to pluck out the flowers from his hair, setting them back onto the ground, “get these out of your hair. Next time I’ll make you a crown. A pretty flower crown for my handsome prince.”

“Such a dork,” he said without any trace of malice in his voice; his insides were practically fluttering with butterflies, “my dork.”

“Yeah,” you promised, “I’m yours, Eddie.”

“And I’m yours,” he reached for your hand to help you to your feet, “let’s get going. I promise we’ll come back soon.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hey Eds,” you’d let yourself into his trailer when you heard the music coming from within. You were positive he wouldn’t be able to hear you over the noise, so you’d used the trusty key he’d give you some time ago. He startled for a moment before relaxing when he saw that it was you.

“Hi sweetheart,” he set down his guitar and stood up to pull you into arms, swallowing you into a tight hug. You allowed yourself to meld into him, into his soft but strong frame, burrowing your face into his neck. Today he smelled faintly of weed, cologne, and the fruity shampoo you kept at his place; he always managed to smell a little different but still distinctly like him - like home. He loosened his grip on you for just a moment in order to kiss you sweetly, “missed you.”

“It’s only been like…five hours since we’ve seen each other?” you couldn’t deny that you’d still missed him too. If it was possible, and wouldn’t drive either of you crazy, you’d spend every moment with him, “but I missed you too. What’cha practicing?”

“Just something new,” he flopped down on his bed, holding his arms out to you in order to get you to join him, “it’s not really fleshed out, just vague ideas at this point.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” you laid down next to him, snuggling yourself into his chest, “even if you don’t give yourself enough credit, Eddie, you’re very talented. One day, everyone will know that too.”

“Please,” he scoffed lightly even if the praise made his heart full to bursting, “you’re just being nice.”

“Nope,” you insisted with a boop to his nose, “facts only.”

You wrapped an arm around his middle and rested your head on his chest as your eyes quickly grew heavily. But before you could fully close them, something on his dresser caught your eye. You sat up and slid off the bed to take a closer look at it, Eddie’s following you intently, “what’re you up to, sweetheart?”

“What’s this?” you picked up the small brown frame, scanning over the picture in it. You couldn’t help but grin when you saw that it was a picture of the two of you taken over the last winter. Both of you looked half frozen, but so happy. But in the corner of the frame, outside of the picture, was a small dried flower. Just like the ones you’d woven into his hair when you’d gone for that picnic, “Eddie.”

“Hmm?” you hadn’t heard him get up, but his voice was warm and soft in your ear. You leaned back and he wrapped an arm around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder. You caught his eye in the mirror and saw his wide smile that matched yours, “do you like it?”

“Of course I do,” you turned your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “it’s cute - we’re cute. You saved one of the flowers? I thought I’d gotten them all out!”

“Not all of them,” he grabbed a lock of his hair, shaking it gently against your cheek, which tickled and caused you to giggle, “you missed just one, pretty girl. I kept it - obviously.”

“Why?” you turned around so you were facing him. He shrugged lightly but the smile still stretched across his face.

“Why not?” he countered as you laughed sweetly, “besides, it’s a pretty flower from the prettiest girl, that I happen to love very much.”

“You’re such a soft sap,” you let out a soft sigh as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him tightly to you, “that I happen to love very much too.”

“Yeah?”

“Duh,” you teased softly, “always and forever, Eds.”

“Always and forever.”

[slashersangel]

Poly! Lost Boys with an s/o with a really feminine room

• to start off, you were embarrassed to show your boyfriends your room, I mean, they were all tough and mean with a dark color pallet, and your bedroom was the exact opposite.

• and to raise less suspicion in them, you never even come inside your house. but this just made them more suspicious, they’d make joking comments on it, like “what are you embarrassed of us y/n?”

• “do you have someone in your house you don’t want us to see? another lover?”

• or their favorite, your house is covered wall to wall in embarrassing photos of you when you were younger

• you wouldn’t give into their pleas to let you into your room, until one night, you told yourself, “the worst they could do was laugh at you” right? and even that is a horrible thought, but they’ll have to see it sooner or later, and you’r rather do it sooner since you’ve held it off this long

• then you invited the boys into your home, they snoop all around, finding every room and object they could, until Paul reached the door to your bedroom, you stopped him from opening it. “What, do you have someone held captive in there?” He smirks.

• No, it’s your bedroom. That made Paul even more enticed to go in, but you stopped him again, by this point the rest of the boys are crowded around the door, wondering what the hell is in your room that your this adamant for them not to enter.

• after some questions, you tell them not to laugh, sigh then open the door. The boys flood into your room and their in awe. I mean, they knew you were soft and feminine, but they never(well…) expected it to be like this

• your walls were a soft pastel pink with white flower accents, actually, the whole room was pastel pink and white, down to the fluffy pink carpet. David turned to you and saw you with your head down, hiding your face. “you can laugh, it’s okay.” you say.

• kitten, why would they laugh at you? because of your room? I mean, sure it’s a little girly, but it’s …. you.

• “a little?”

• okay it’s a lot girly. but we wouldn’t laugh at you for it. other people? yeah definitely 100%. but never you, darling.

• you sit on your bed and watch as they roam around, picking up basically everything they could and showing each other, smiling at everything because it just made sense that you’d have it, not in a bad way, just in a “yeah this suits you” way. besides looking through all your stuff lets them get to know you better! like how you have a stuffed bear named mr meeds that you’ve had since you were young! and all your jewelry, and clothes, and pictures, and books, and vinyls, and really babe, there’s no billy idol or black sabbath!

• they’d never laugh at you for having a girly bedroom, they never laughed or made fun of you being girly, at least not seriously, because they have and will continue to do it, but that’s just because they like to tease you! there’s not heat behind it!

• seeing that you were still shy about everything, david comes and sits next to you, he tilts your head up to look at him. look, you never have to be shy about this stuff to them, especially him, okay? and if they ever say something you don’t like, hit them in the head, but never hide anything from them, big or small, even if you find it embarrassing or scary, they’ll always be there for you.

omg i literally thought i posted this, it’s been days i so sorry😭😭

short but it’ll do 🥰 hope you like it @maddengirl08

[twary]

Heyo, maybe 16 with Polnareff? SFW or NSFW, as long as you're having fun. Thank u!!

Heeeeey anon, darling! <3 Thanks for the request! This one suits him so well-

I've decided to make if SFW, i'm soft today 🥺🥰

✨ Prompt list ✨

"If anybody were to kiss me, i would want that person to be you." x Polnareff

Cut for length~

You and Polnareff were out in the city, you were invited to go shopping with him, Pol was going to a friend's wedding and needs your help to choose something to wear on the occasion, he is not really used to this kind o event.

The stores were all so boring, nothing was getting your attention, all the formal models looked identical to each other, until you pass in front of a certain store.

"So, what about this one here? I think it's very you." You point out to a modest, but gorgeous suit, it's silver and have little blue details on the tie. "It can even match with your pretty eyes, sir" You complete in a joke tone.

"Oh, do you think so, pretty lady? We shall give it a try then" He follows your tone

With little giggles you two get inside the store, were a beautiful attendant greets you two; she have a model's body and a bright smile.

"I didn't know the store's model were supposed to serve the customers, huh. You're formidable, chéri..." He politely take her hand and softly kiss it.

You roll your eyes, he is with that dumb expression on.

"So, bele, I would like to try that gray suit that is in the window"

With that, Polnareff takes the suit and go change, you are outside waiting for him to call you. A long time has passed and he still hasn't called you.

"Pol why are you taking so long? Is everything alright?" You knock lightly on the door. After a little, he opens it.

"Ugh, it's not fitting at all" He is in his usual pants, but still with the shirt and tie from the set, the tie was untied.

You gei in and approach him to start tying his tie. "At least the tie fits very well, it really matches your eyes. Perhaps you should have asked for a bigger size for the attendant...Or maybe even a kiss, she's very beautiful huh?"

Noticing your sarcastic tone and expressions, Polnareff lets out a teasing giggle and places one of his hands on the wall behind you, pinning you facing him in that little dressing room.

"Yeah, she's beautiful, but..." He gets closer to your face, he's voice is like silk "If anybody were to kiss me, i would want that person to be you"

Having his face so close to yours makes you feel hot and, somehow, anxious.

"I love you" His mouth is an inch from your ear, his voice is low and you can feel his breath.

He moves away from you and exhales:

"Well, i'll ask for a bigger size and buy it. I've really liked the colors and i don't want to walk more just to find the same suits than before."

He leaves as if nothing happened there. You stood there for a long time, until you realized what had just happened. Whe you leave, Polnareff was walking out of the store. You take quick steps to reach him.

"H-hey Polnareff! You can't just say something like this and just walk away!"

"Oh, i think i get it, you want more than words."

Without a warning he turns to you, cup one of your cheeks and kiss you. You were surprised by his sudden action, but you can't say you don't like it. The kiss is passionate yet soft.

Your lips are separated from his: "By the way, mon amour…I was wondering if you would like to be my date for this wedding"

Even if you're still a little static from the kiss, you still manage to get a response ready.

"So? You're going to propose me in there?" Your joke is meant to try to keep your cool.

"Who knows" But his reply just make you lost it even more.

"W-What?!" You're all red, he always had this effect on you.

"Oh! There's a spot near by that sells an excellent macaron! You really should try it, let's go!" He takes you by the hand and start walking.

As he walks you take this little time to admire him. How long have you liked him, huh? You don't even know the answer anymore. You're just happy to finally knows that he feels the same.

[melis-writes]

Michael with baby Niccolò and Verona in the summer sunshine eating some Italian gelato (ice cream) 😍

Sooo cute!! 🥰💗 Gelato in Sicily with the twins! 🤗

Sicilian Sunshine.

The hot Sicilian summer sun beams down midday in Corleone, illuminating the Ferrari family estate’s orchard where Michael remains sitting under an orange tree with the twins by his side.

With a soft breeze in the air flowing and under the shade of the tree, Michael remains dressed in what appears to be a rare occasion of casualness for him.

Away from those who recognize him as who he truly is as well as being a businessman, the warm Sicilian summers are unforgiving for three piece, black suits for anybody.

With a coppola hat over Michael’s head, a simple dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, suspenders and dark grey trousers, Michael cools himself off by sipping from a glass bottle of water.

With a little coppola hat of his own to match his father’s, Niccolo happily licks his banana flavoured gelato, sharing his excitement for the cold treat with his twin sister.

“I got banana!” He happily holds out his little ice cream cone.

“Strawberry for me.” Verona giggles, holding her cone up to Michael. “Want some, daddy?”

“Are you sure?” Michael chuckles, setting the bottle down between his legs.

“I share.” She nods, insisting.

“Me too, daddy!” Niccolo scoots over, holding his cone out as well.

“Alright, alright,” Michael leans over, tasting a bit of gelato from both cones. “Mm. Very good. How do you two like it?”

“So yummy,” Verona continues licking her gelato. “I like berries.”

“Why didn’t you get one, daddy?” Niccolo asks curiously. “Don’t like?”

“Oh, I do, but perhaps not as much as I like cannoli.” Michael adjusts Niccolo’s little hat, giving both of the twins a tender rub on the shoulders.

“Cannoliiiiiii,” Verona murmurs softly to herself, distracted by the taste of her strawberry gelato.

“And speaking of cannoli,” your voice breaks through as you turn the corner of the garden’s entrance, coming to approach your husband and children.

Michael turns his head to spot you carefully stepping through the mud-beaten path throughout the garden with a small picnic basket over your arm.

“Mama!” Niccolo and Verona both exclaim out at the same time.

Dressed in a knee length, flowy, shirtwaist dress in a deep plum color; your hair flowing down your shoulders and plain Mary-Jane flats over your feet, you already feel your heart beginning to thunder in your chest at the sight of Michael.

“Hi, you three!” You wave at them, careful not to shake the picnic basket too much as you walk up to the orange tree Michael and the twins sit under.

Unbeknownst to you, Michael feels the same, striking attraction at your very presence from the moment you entered the garden.

Unable to take his eyes off of you which you’ve noticed from marveling at your beauty, Michael extends out his hand to take yours.

“Hi, beautiful.” Michael greets you as you take his hand, gently pulling you down to join him with the twins before planting a kiss over top of it.

“Hi, baby.” You blush, sitting down upon the grass as you set the picnic down. “Looks like I’m a little late to the gelato party.”

“Share!” The twins bubble, holding out their ice cream.

You laugh, noticing a very faint smile forming over the corners of Michael’s lips. “I’ve got quite a sweet tooth so it’s probably best I don’t have too much before supper, buuuuut…” You pop open the picnic basket, taking out a container of freshly baked cannoli. “Look what I’ve got.”

“Pistachio cannoli.” Michael notes, unable to resist as he quickly reaches with his free hand and grabs one.

“Ooh,” Verona’s eyes widen in delight as she and Niccolo take some cannoli for themselves.

“One of your favourites, huh?” You grin, giving both of the twins a sweet smooch on the cheek. “No gelato for you, baby?”

Michael shakes his head, munching down on the cannoli. “I’m thinking a different dessert for later. Are there any espresso cannolis?”

“Of course.” You laugh softly, squeezing his hand. “I always make an extra platter for you.”

“Grazie.” Michael murmurs to you, pulling you closer to him. “Come ‘ere.”

You look up into Michael’s eyes, flushing a shade of scarlet as you quickly divert your eyes the moment he looks back at you.

Michael’s eyes roam over your body as he tucks a curtain of hair behind your ear. “I want you to join us by the pool today. These two have been insisting all morning.”

“Of course I’ll come.” You smile back shyly at Michael. “Just the four of us?”

“Just the four of us.” Michael exhales softly, nodding at you as he begins to relax his muscles. “Something to cool off for the day. It’s getting ridiculously hot.”

“You can say that again,” you groan, hugging at Michael as he lays his back down against the grass.

Michael kisses your forehead, cuddling you at his side. “Just as much as I want to spend some alone time with my wife tonight.”

Your cheeks sting with blush as you prop your chin up on your fist, gazing at Michael. “I thought you said you were going to see Don Tommasino with Leonardo this evening, baby.”

“You come first in any regard.” Michael presses his lips to your cheek, kissing you. “You and the children.”

“Mm, you’ll make time then.” You rub your thumb over the back of Michael’s hand.

“For you?” Michael pops another cannoli into his mouth, “always.”