#the way they smile at each other gives me life

[bows4tyun]

ENLIGHTEN ME - ! ⸝⸝ 강태현

୨ৎ: ""I'm a virgin, not a virgin loser, there's a difference, dumbass." taehyun spat out harshly and scoffed, "I can't believe you thought so low of me, but it's cute of you to think I was a virgin loser like you." he faked a smile, angering you a bit. of course he had to be the smart ass one. "

𓍼 paring! - knowledgeable virgin!taehyun x virgin!reader (f)

𓍼 warnings! - roomates to ?, mean dom!taehyun (he's extra mean!), sub!reader, they kinda hate each other, taehyun basically teaches reader how to fuck, ass smacking, groping, nipple play, oral (m. receiving), cum consumption, unprotected sex, slut shaming, taehyun calls reader a slut (and bitch but only once)

𓍼 lexi adds! - as the winner of the poll, here is knowledgeable virgin tyun!!! this came out a lot longer than i thought and I couldn't help but make tyun an extra mean dom!

if someone had told you that your roommate, taehyun was a virgin, you wouldn't have believed them.

he was the last person on earth that you'd think of as a virgin, but apparently you thought wrong. it wasn't until his best friend, beomgyu had told you the truth that you were in for a treat.

taehyun had invited beomgyu over without telling you, meaning you had come back from work and had a mini heart attack when you saw beomgyu's sleeping form sprawled on the small living room couch.

"taehyun!" you yelled, your voice echoing through the hall of your shared apartment.

you thought he wasn't home until you saw the upper half of his body pop out from his room, "hm?" his tone innocent as his cold yet cute boba eyes stared at your angered form.

"what is he doing here?" you questioned, your voice loud as you turn your gaze to beomgyu, not caring of waking him up from his beauty sleep.

"would you quiet it down? you'll wake him up." he spoke back sternly. you look back at taehyun, and when you do you notice something, he's shirtless.

you feel the blood rush to your cheeks as they warm up and you cover your eyes with your hands, "put some clothes on!" you say, trying to hide the very evident blush on your face.

"what's the big deal? never seen a man shirtless before? grow up." his words come out as almost teasing yet harsh and you scoff.

"I have seen a man shirtless, I just don't want to see you shirtless." the blush on your face was practically gone with the way you were talking back to him.

"what are you trying to imply, huh?" taehyun spoke as he approached you, still shirtless, a shirt in hand.

before taehyun could get too close to you, your life is saved by beomgyu, "hey taehyun, get this motor mouth out of here, im trying to sleep." beomgyu's voice sounded as tired and sleepy as he looked, his hair disheveled from all the tossing and turning.

"you heard him, get." and with that, taehyun points a finger toward the door of your room, insinuating for you to basically get lost.

"I hate you..." you mumbled under your breath as you clenched the strap of your bag tightly and stormed off to your room as told.

"the feeling's mutual, sweetie." beomgyu laughs at taehyun's response, giving him a small "good one" before adjusting his position and getting ready to fall back asleep.

you're caught off guard by the pet name he had called you and you stop in your tracks, turning your head only to an angle where you can see he back of his head, "don't ever call me that again." you threaten. and with that, the door of your bedroom is slammed shut behind you.

⸝⸝

the following day is your day off, meaning you could relax from all the hard work you had put in throughout the week.

starting off your morning slowly, sleeping a few more hours than usual until you're finally completely awake that you get a text from beomgyu:

"your yelling yesterday made me sleep really good,thanks for not kicking me out :)"

with a scoff you reply:

"don't ever scare me like that ever again, give me a heads up next time!"

to your surprise, he's quick to respond:

"okok... wanna know something funny about taehyun? you won't believe it!"

you want to respond with a "no" but curiosity gets the best of you:

"what?" "he's a virgin!" "seriously?" "yeah! can you believe it?" "not really... " "oh c'mon! it's not that unbelievable!"

with that, you don't text him back. was taehyun really a virgin? maybe beomgyu was playing a prank on you. it kind of was a bit hard to believe considering the way he acts around you, all cold and hard headed. maybe you'd ask him about it.

you were enjoying your morning bowl of cereal before taehyun walks in, his hair a mess from not brushing it out as he scratches the back of his neck lazily in his plain white tee and loose fitting pajama pants.

"is that seriously what you're having for breakfast?" he asks with attitude, sitting down with his elbows resting on the kitchen counter.

you nod, chewing your food calmly "yeah, want some?"

despite your somewhat kind offer, his response is full of disgust. "no , there's absolutely no protein in that whatsoever."

you reply back with a scoff, "does it really matter that much? you're so difficult..." you take another bite and taehyun stares at you for a few seconds, his lip twitching as if he were going to smile but stopped himself.

"oh! taehyun, I have something to ask you." you say after swallowing the last bite of your breakfast and your eyes meet with his.

he nods his head nonchalantly, "what's up?"

you're a bit nervous to ask but you anyways, "are you a virgin?"

silence.

his eyes widen and his lips part, shock evident on his face. he's speechless. after a few more silent seconds, he speaks up, "who told you that?"

"beomgyu"

"what an asshole." he said in anger "who does he think he is to tell everyone my secrets? "

you laugh nervously "secrets? so you mean it's true? you're a virgin? a loser?"

"I'm a virgin, not a virgin loser, there's a difference, dumbass." taehyun spat out harshly and scoffed, "I can't believe you thought so low of me, but it's cute of you to think I was a virgin loser like you." he faked a smile, angering you a bit. of course he had to be the smart ass one. "you act as if you're not a virgin too, except, you are a virgin loser." he argued back like his life depended on it.

and you're just as shocked as he was, if not more. "who the hell told you that?" you questioned him angrily, wanting to know the truth.

taehyun lets out a villainous chuckled to your reaction, "no one. I just had a lucky guess. but now I know that my lucky guess was right, you are a virgin loser."

There's a faint pink hue of blush is spreads across your face from both anger and embarrassment "what's the difference?" your tone of voice was loud as you shouted but taehyun didn't even flinch.

"the difference is that I know about sex, you on the other hand have probably never seen a dick before, am I right?" he was right, very right infact.

"stop talking about it!" you spoke, frustrated at how you couldn't get back at taehyun.

"calm down, sweetie" he cooed, tilting his head and smirking at the stressed look on your face, his dimple evident. "wanna help each other out?"

⸝⸝

that's how you ended up here, straddling taehyun, his hands on each of your hips as he stared into your eyes coldly.

being in such and intimate position like this with him made you nervous as you spoke, "d-do you have a condom...?"

he shrugged, "what do you think? would a virgin have condoms?"

you look down, noticing the bulge that at had grown in his pants. heat rises to your face again and you shake your head.

"exactly." he speaks with such bluntness it scares you a bit. "now stop asking dumb questions and get your clothes off."

you obey not wanting to anger him more than he already seemed. he always seemed to be in a bad mood. slowly one by one, you took a piece of your clothes off. it wasn't until you were only in your undergarments that taehyun ripped them off your body, causing you to yelp. "could you be any slower? you're making me not want to take your virginity, this is my first time too, y'know. "

you felt so weird, naked in front of him. he looked at your body as if it were nothing. he definitely didn't act like the virgin he claimed to be.

without saying anything, his pulled his white tee off his body, letting you get a better view of his shirtless form.

you couldn't deny that taehyun was attractive, but seeing him like this made him even more attractive.

"quit staring, will you? don't make this weird." soon, he pulled down his pants enough for his cock to spring out, hitting his lower stomach with a small slap. you back up a bit, his big and thick dick enough to scare you away. how on earth were you supposed to fit that monster inside of you? "why do you look so scared, hm? it's just a dick." he said nonchalantly. just a dick? was he serious?

You take a deep breath, he was right. it wasn't something to be afraid of, this was an experience almost every person on earth had, nothing new. "okay, how do I do this?"

taehyun doesn't talk, instead he guides you hips closer to his, lifting you with ease just enough for you to hover over his dick, your hands on his shoulders as you feel the ghostly touch of his thick tip lining against your tight hole.

"ready? I'll be waiting to decide if I want to be rough or gentle." he says and you nod.

you feel the burn of his thick dick stretching you out, drawing a high pitched moan out of you as your eyes screw themselves shut and your brow furrow.

taehyun lets out a soft yet low groan at the warm feeling of your gummy walls enveloping him oh so tightly. he felt like he could cum right on the spot.

you felt like you were in heaven, his dick felt so snug inside of you, his veins rubbing against your insides, and his tip brushing against your cervix lightly.

"you okay?" he spoke, his tone softer than usual and what you expected.

you mumble a small "yeah" and his lifts your hips up, half of his cock pulled out of your hole before slamming your hips down against his roughly, emmiting a loud yelp from you, "taehyun!"

taehyun only smacks your ass with a lot of force, leaving the stinging sensation to linger on your ass cheek before he does it a for a second time. "shut up, when did I ever say you could speak? greedy sluts stay quiet." his voice sounds the complete opposite of what it sounded like a few seconds ago, his demeanour changing completely.

again and again he continues to lift and slam your hips down on his cock, not giving you the right time to adjust. he gropes your ass roughly as he guides your body down up and down his shaft in a rhythmic pace.

you felt like you were going to explode from pleasure. how can anyone's first time be this good?

you were already fucked so dumb on his cock and he had barely even started. he threw his head back, his bobbing adam's apple visible from the new angle.

suddenly, you felt the strong urge to release, your first ever orgasm. you gripped taehyun's shoulders tightly, your hole doing the same with his dick, clenching around him as if it were your last day on earth. "taehyun -! I'm going to cum! ah-!"

he groaned at the feeling, smacking your ass even harder than last time, causing you to launch forward, your head resting on your shoulder as he continued his relentless and merciless thrusts.

"I said to fucking shut up! I don't want to say it again, bitch." he spat out his words like fire and you felt his hand leave your ass and start griping your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and tweaking your sensitive nipples, leaving you to fuck yourself on his cock.

pathetic whimpers escaped past your lips, trying to keep quiet as you were told, yet it was so hard to do when his cock was hitting the right bundle of nerves over and over again.

with a smack on your ass and a loud moan of his name, you came undone on his cock, squirming at the feeling as you pant heavily.

taehyun pulls out, drawing a whine from you and he smacks your ass. he begins to stroke himself throwing his head back.

he looks at you with lustful eyes and grabs a handful of your hair, "suck." he commands, bringing your head down to the level of his cock. it's glistening with your juices and you take it into your mouth, barely able to fit it between your lips because of his girth.

you begin to suck and it doesn't take long for you to feel his warm and sticky cum shoot to the back of your throat. Your eyes widen and you look up at him with your mouth full of his cum, he's all sweaty, his bangs sticking to his forehead as he pants to catch his breath.

"swallow." he says inbetween pants and your mouth leaves his dick with a pop. when you swallow, you wipe your chin with the back of your hand, collecting the excess juices that had dripped down.

you sit up on your knees, both of you guys staring at each other from across the bed.

taehyun is the one who decides to beeak the silence

"this may or may not mean we're dating."

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[justiceforvillains]

Don't you care about the Casualties

➽ PAIRING : Vampire Bangchan x Fem Reader

➽ SUMMARY: The Kingdom maintained a fragile pact with vampires, promising no harm would come to either party—until the King's greed got the better of him. As punishment, the powerful vampire Lord Bang claims his firstborn child as his own, sealing the fate of the royal family in a cycle of vengeance and bloodshed. Twenty-four years later, Bang's son, Chan, discovers the king's daughter, Y/N, who is blissfully unaware of her family's dark history, setting the stage for a clash between human innocence and vampire vengeance.

➽ WARNINGS : dead bodies

In a realm untouched by time, there laid a kingdom shrouded in a thick mist of fear and darkness. For decades, this kingdom had thrived under an unbreakable pact with its dark denizens—the vampires. Enforced under the eerie tranquility of a blood moon, the agreement dictated that no vampire would ever claim the life of a human, and conversely, no human would dare hunt a vampire. Each month, at the stroke of midnight, the royal family would deliver offerings—sheep, goats, and other livestock—to sustain the vampires, ensuring that both sides lived in peace.

Generations passed, and neither humans nor vampires strayed from their promises. The bond, however, began to weaken as the passage of time dulled the edges of fear. Unsatisfied with the status quo, The King, driven by greed and arrogance, began to entertain dangerous thoughts. In his delusions, he convinced himself and his people that the vampires had lost their infernal powers, weakened by the advancement of human weaponry and courage. Boldly, he gathered his most loyal knights and devised a dangerous plan: to invade the vampires' grand castle hidden deep in the woods.

The attack was swift and brutal, yet the King soon discovered the dire consequences of his stupidity. The vampires, far from weakened, rose to defend their domain with ferocity. The clash between the two factions echoed through the expansive realm, but it ended in tragedy for the king. Most of his men lay lifeless at the feet of their undead foes, while the few vampires who fell were mourned by their kin. Among the familiar faces turned cold were the loved ones of Lord Bang, the most powerful vampire of the castle.

Suspended in air by the vampire’s iron grip, The King choked in terror. “Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't shred your pathetic mortal body to pieces with my bare hands, then destroy and kill everyone you love in your kingdom?” Lord Bang snarled, his voice sharp and dripping with venom.

“Ple-please m-ercy,” the man gasped and clawed at the vampire’s forearm, but the grip only tightened, the red glow of Bang’s eyes piercing through the dark, caving in the king’s pleas for life. With a flick of his wrist, the vampire hurled him across the grand hall, followed by a chilling command to all the vampires behind him: “Rip him apart!”

“NO! Please, I will do anything, please!!” the mortal cried desperately as a pair of vampires restrained him, their fangs glistening ominously.

“Stop!” cried Bang, an unsettling smile curving his lips as he approached the king. “Anything?” His tone dripped with indulgence as he reveled in the human's growing fear.

“Yes! My lord, anything you want. I’m your servant!” the desperate king pled on his knees, barely able to breathe.

“I heard the queen is pregnant?” The question was almost casual, yet it felt like a death sentence to the king.

“Ye-yes,” he stammered, hope quaking within him as he believed he could negotiate his way to safety.

“Your firstborn is mine,” Bang declared, his form suddenly looming above the only alive mortal, his long fingers gripping the King's chin painfully, sharp nails piercing the flesh. “Understood?”

“W-hy?” was the terrified response, but the vampire's hand swiftly moved to the king's throat, holding it tightly.

“YOU DON’T ASK ME QUESTIONS,” Lord Bang hissed, fury pooling in his eyes. “You just obey my orders, understood?” The king nodded swiftly, and the grip released.

“Good. As soon as your firstborn comes of age, they will be sent to live in this castle. Meanwhile, we’ll indulge ourselves in a feast from your beloved kingdom. It’s been far too long since we’ve tasted human blood, ain't that right, brothers and sisters?” The echo of wicked laughter filled the castle, sealing the king’s fate.

When the day finally arrived for the queen to deliver their heir, Bang made his presence known once more. He floated into the royal chamber with a predatory grace, drawing gasps from both parents as he held the newborn. In a dreadful motion, he dragged his sharp nails along the baby's tender skin, drawing blood, leaving behind a crimson trail.

“What did you do to my daughter?” the queen shrieked, yanking the screaming infant from the vampire’s grip. Bang merely smiled, revealing razor-sharp canines that glinted menacingly.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear, it will heal,” he purred with a cruel delight. As if responding to his words, the wound healed, leaving behind a scar that marked the child as eternally bound to the vampire. “It’s just a mark to remind you of who she really belongs to.” With that, he vanished into the shadows, leaving terror in his wake.

“Father, why do you want their child?” Chan asked innocently, his voice laced with confusion as he stared at the gruesome remnants of the royal family’s betrayal with anguish.

“I want them to know pain,” Bang replied, his voice laced with anger. “I want them to witness her grow up, and when the time comes…” His voice turned dark, filled with rage, “We will kill her right before their eyes.”

He crouched to meet his son’s gaze, a fire of vengeance igniting between them. “Listen, Chan, did you see what they did to us? Did you see how these humans betrayed us? How they will continue to betray us unless we show them fear? Promise me to always seek vengeance for your family. If you ever lay eyes on a human, I want you to kill them slowly.” Chan nodded, hatred already festering in his small heart.

Years turned into decades. The soft whispers of time nurtured the decay of history, and in the heart of a sprawling forest, an unassuming wooden hut sheltered a girl named Lee Y/N. With a spirit as bright as the sun, she was the embodiment of joy, laughter spilling forth effortlessly as she played, oblivious to the sins that followed her family’s Name.

One day, while helping her mother prepare dinner, Y/N glanced at a peculiar scar on her neck. “What is this scar that I have?” she asked, a sweet curiosity lacing her words. Her mother’s body tensed, a flash of fear crossing her face before she cupped Y/N’s cheeks, forcing a gentle smile.

“Don’t worry, honey. You’re beautiful just the way you are.”

Y/N pouted, feeling a familiar ache of uncertainty. There were days when she couldn't shake the feeling that her parents were hiding something big from her. Despite being on the edge of adulthood, her parents clung to control, imposing increasingly ridiculous rules:

1. Never invite anyone inside the house.

2. Don’t talk to strangers.

3. Come home before sunset.

4. Don’t stop to converse with anyone in the woods.

5. Always take the same path home.

These imposed limitations suffocated her spirit, and Y/N often envied the laughter and camaraderie of her peers in the village, longing for companionship but feeling trapped within her sheltered existence. As her 24th birthday approached, she mustered her courage to petition for more freedom.

Her parents noticed the change of the attitude, and despite their concern they bend the rules a little bit for her to stay outside longer, Y/N was an outgoing person she loved to stay out and not holed inside the small hut all day, but that mistake might cause them a lot….

The next few days her parents gave her a little bit of freedom, but the rules were still there, her 24th birthday was near, and she decided to try and convince her parents to let her stay out past sunset, she wanted to watch the stars

She also wanted to visit the town more frequently, she would only go there to buy bread and apples, she only talked to the shop owners, she really wanted to interact with more people, she wanted to have friends..

She was going back to town to get fish from the market, as usual it was crowded but, However, the usual vibrant atmosphere was now tinged with an unsettling tension. People moved anxiously, glancing over their shoulders. Skirting the buzzing crowd, Y/N edged her way to her regular vendor, an elderly woman with a kind smile.

“Good morning,” Y/N greeted cheerfully.

“What will it be today, dear?” the woman replied.

Before she could answer, she heard gasps and yelling when she looked back she saw people clearing the way for a tall broad man with a big Umbrella.

“What's going on?” she was confused the crowd looked scared while the man was simply walking, an old man next to her asked

“Your not from here little girl?”

“No I'm fro-” she stopped herself, her parents told her to never tell anyone where they lived

“far away..”

When she turned back to watch the scene, she found the man right in front of her, the old man gasped “pl-please” he whimpered the man sent him a glare before staring down at you, you didn't know what to do you just stood there looking innocently up at the stranger

“you dare speak in my presence?” you blinked a few times confused, you guessed that the man was very powerful and important, since everyone looked so afraid “uhh sorry..?” The man's expression went from anger to confusion “you're not afraid?”

You was growing impatient you already said sorry, you just wanted to get fish and get home “of what?”

You heard someone whisper “this girl's foolishness is going to cost her her life,” the man just kept staring at you until his eyes widened, you followed his eyes

You immediately covers the scare that was on the side of your neck “you are…” the strangers seemed to be surprised before he backed away, he regained his composition rather quickly before he glared “go home now while I have mercy”

You wanted to protest but all these scared people indirect that this person was dangerous so you just left, your heart pounding in your chest, this is definitely not the kind of conversion you had hoped to have, you decided not to tell your parents you didn't need them to worry

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“BANCHAN! BANCHAN?!” A furious voice pierced the stillness of the grand chamber.

“What the fuck do you want, Minho? I’m not in the mood!” Bangchan exclaimed, slamming his quill down in irritation, his patience fraying.

“Stop being so pissy; I have GREAT news!” Minho cheered, bouncing excitedly, his energy infectious yet irritating.

“What?” Bangchan viably scoffed, rolling his eyes at the enthusiasm that felt out of place amidst the explosive tension.

“I found HER!” The exuberance spilled from Minho’s lips.

“Who?” Bangchan narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

“The king’s daughter!” Minho declared triumphantly, a malicious smile plastered across his face.

The vampire lord started, rising from his seat abruptly, causing his chair to tumble backward. “Where?!”

“Calm down,” Minho teased, swinging his legs playfully as he leaned against the table. “At the fish market. She was the only one who didn’t flinch in fear. I suspect she’s clueless about our existence.”

Bangchan’s expression shifted, an evil grin curling his lips. “And they’ve kept her sheltered all her life?”

“Looks that way. She’s innocent, and oh, so naive,” Minho mused.

A darkness settled over Bangchan as he gazed out the window overlooking the Kingdom of Arathos. “They will pay for their betrayal.”

“When are we going to strike?” Minho pressed, excitement crackling in the air.

Bangchan turned with a serious glint in his eyes. “We? I don’t recall including you in this plan,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“They killed my mother, Chan,” Minho’s tone turned somber. “I won’t rest until I avenge her.”

Bangchan’s shoulders slackened, understanding the undercurrent of pain. “I know, Minho. I promised we would avenge our families, but we must do it in the most painful way possible.”

“What do you have in mind?” Minho asked, intrigue flickering behind his eyes.

The vampire lord smiled darkly, plotting vengeance that rippled with deadly intent. “Trust me…”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[scarletttries]

When Baldur's Gate 3 Companions Fall in Love...(Baldur's Gate 3 Request)

Pairings: Astarion x Reader, Wyll Ravengard x Reader, Gale Dekarios x Reader, Shadowheart x Reader, Karlach x Reader

Author's Note: It's been a while! I haven't posted in a while but I've got some time at the moment and I'm just finishing a first playthrough of BG3 so wanted to write some headcanons for our charming companions. Consider me open for any BG3 request too, let me know if you want to see more pieces like this :)

Astarion:

- Travelling with you makes Astarion feel grateful he's had hundreds of years to perfect his flirting technique. He knows exactly how to let you know what he's thinking without ever giving away too much of himself, how to flash his smile without ever lowering his guard. He thinks once again he knows exactly how to capture your attention, and possibly your body, without losing an ounce of control. That is until you say something that catches him completely off guard...

- "I'm really sorry to hear that." You should have laughed at his expense, his self-deprecating humour and haunted tales from his past worn like the toughest armour over silky open shirts. But you hadn't laughed, or scoffed, or replied with some equivalently sarcastic tone. Instead you'd offered empathy, a warm look and an extended hand that somehow didn't feel like pity to Astarion either.

"Well that's enough self-pity for tonight my dear." He quickly excused himself from the campfire, turning his back as he entered his tent to hide any visible blush his cheeks may muster from the way you said good night. Of course his blood didn't circulate that way any more, but he was almost sure he could feel his heart rising in his chest as it had when he was still a mortal man. No, this didn't feel right at all.

- It would be easy for Astarion to pretend he was only interested in a night of carnal pleasures with you because of all the beauty you possess, and he'll let everyone else think him a shallow man just the same. But when he lets his mind wander freely it's your kindness he finds himself dwelling on, or your firm but fair moral code that seems to carry you through these intrepid lands without doubt or tribulation. He almost wishes he had met you sooner, so sure that his life (and after-life) could have turned out quite different with you by his side at those strange early steps.

- Suddenly all his effortless flirting feels a lot more challenging and he can't decide if he should risk a small amount of sincerity to let you know how we feels, or just to double down on letting you know one night with him would ruin you for any other lover. Luckily both approaches are met with the affection he craves, and slowly but surely Astarion starts to feel like he might be able to have something real for once.

Wyll:

- Ever the hopeless romantic, Wyll was already a firm believer in love at first sight by the time he ran into you and experienced it firsthand. He fears he cannot be too bold, his staunch commitment to his duties governing his life in a way that does not leave much room for any other kind of commitment. He tries to let his feelings settle at the back of his mind, in the hopes that in time they will become nothing but a dull ache he can learn to live with.

- That could not be less of the case for poor Wyll though, your face filling his every nightly dream and your voice echoing through his mind in every moment of silence. His heart grows heavier and heavier with each passing day you travel together and soon it feels almost inevitable that he will be yours, even if he can't quite bring himself to admit it yet. Once he has accepted that thought he must wrestle with the possibility that you might not feel the same and you will be added to his list of those he cares for most that have rejected him with scorn.

- Still he lets the lighter thoughts carry him through the toughest of times; what it might be like to hear you offer your own feelings back, how it would feel to see you smile only for him, what kind of life the two of you might be able to build in a simpler times, what he could finally do if you agreed to a wedding night together. He lets himself ruminate on that more often that he'd like to admit, all gentlemanly efforts banished from his mind when he sees you walk around his camp.

- While he builds up the courage to make his feelings known, you might catch him practicing the steps of an intricate dance one night when he thinks everyone is fast asleep.

Gale:

- Gale has known love and loss before, the intensity of his past life making him consider keeping his heart closed off from others forevermore. But the gods have a funny way of keeping Gale on his toes, and introducing him to you certainly did that.

- At first you are just the warmest of friends to him: an ever-willing audience for his lifetime of tales and knowledge, a reliable companion for the throes of battle, a selfless treasure seeker who helps him fend off hunger. But over time he finds himself desperately scanning his mind for more and more facts that it would be worth waking you up to share, more tales to capture your attention, anything the two of you might do together to keep your focus on him and no one else.

- It's about when he wonders if the two of you might just camp in one tent together, that he realises he no longer views you as simply his closest friend. No, you have long passed that threshold into an entirely new realm of love. It feels so different to anything he has felt before, like your company is the warmest summer breeze after decades of stormy lightning in his heart. It feels safe and easy to be with you, like he could be content with almost nothing as long as you were by his side, looking at him with your near endless appreciation. Gale can't be sure exactly what to do about it, but he hopes the next time you draw back the opening on your tent and usher him in for another night of exchanging tales, that you might permit him to never leave.

Shadowheart:

- It's hard to know love when you barely know yourself. That's what Shadowheart tells herself when she finds her mind wandering back to you after your memorable first impression. She has so much to learn about herself, and while she's grateful for the reliable company and kind sounding-board you provide, there's simply no room in her life for anything more.

- And yet the more she uncovers about herself, the more important it seems to have you by her side. It's like she cannot exist in this new fully realised version of herself if she doesn't know you. If she doesn't get to see herself through your eyes, to hear what you think, to have your presence beside her as he continues to take more and more steps forward down this path home.

- Without ever trying you have become the other half of Shadowheart, and by the time she realises it, she knows you must have the same awareness. There could be no way that you aren't as in tune to the depth of your bond as she is, leaving her only one question. Not if to address it. But when.

Karlach:

- Though Karlach may not have a traditional heart anymore, she is more than capable of falling for the travelling companion that seems to bring out the best in her at every step. After years spent working for the devil and his underlings, having someone in her life that strives to make the world better and put her strength to good use is like the first sip of water after countless nights in the arid desert of the hells.

- Karlach knows she's as strong as they come, so she finds her eyes frantically searching you out in battle, pushing herself on and raging forwards to always keep you safe, to get you behind her, to make sure you go on to keep her company another day.

- Her time in this plane of existence may be more limited than some of the other characters, but that only means Karlach knows how important it is to truly 'live.' While the other companions may bide their time and carefully deliberate how best to inform you of their inconvenient feelings, when Karlach knows your heart is true, she's going to let you know she is all yours at the earliest, and steamiest, opportunity.

[nymphea0]

Then can I request a continuation of that oneshot with Matthias? I was wondering what their marriage life and parenthood is like. Thank you in advance!! 🥰

The Duke And His Secret

Yan! Matthias x Reader

Oneshot Story (Special Chapter).

(Warnings : Balcony mature scene at the end.)

*Minors are prohibited from reading this story🚫*

Manhwa : 울어 봐, 빌어도 좋고.Cry, Even Better if You Beg. Cry, Even if You Pray.

Author & Ilustration : Solche & Van Ji

Word Count ; 1.395k word.

Hello this is Neva🦋, hope you have a nice and happy day, it's been a long time since I updated any story whether it's manhwa or Oc. sorry about that, I'm currently very focused on making a "supernatural" expecially Vampire character series project investigating and deepening it so that the character I make doesn't seem stiff and my darlings enjoy reading it. So heres some matthias cup of tea story (^3^), hope you like it Anon🦋, Lots of love - Neva🦋🦋

Might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my story, much love.- Neva🦋

- Main story : The Duke and His Secret

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The residence of the Duke of Arvis, the kingdom of Berg.

The atmosphere of the residence was very cheerful, full of laughter from the 2 children of the opposite sex.

One had jet black hair like the color of a crow's feathers, with bright blue eyes like the sky. The other had snow-white hair with amethyst purple eyes.

The servants in the residence could only blush in excitement seeing the two children who were only 8 years old.

2 children, siblings, with different genders. The older brother was a man with black hair like a crow, while the younger sister, a woman with snow-colored hair.

Both of them played and ran with each other in the garden

While on the other side of the garden under the tree, there was a table with a complete set of tea and also a light side dish for the mouth that went well with tea, Pastry.

There were two women sitting there, one was no longer young, estimated to be 80 years old, while the other, still looked young but not so young, estimated to be 50 years old.

The two women were, Elysee von herhardt, and Norma Catharina Von herhardt, daughter-in-law and mother-in-law, who were both watching their grandchildren.

Felix Von Herhard and Airedith Von Herhard. Felix and Aire. Siblings who were only 1 year apart. The servants said they were Irish twins. Because they were only 1 year apart.

Norma stared at the two little children playing with each other, the woman was no longer young, she felt very sad if she couldn't play with them.

While Elysee occasionally smiled and drank tea elegantly, her eyes staring towards the balcony of their manor house. There Elysee could see her affectionate son and daughter-in-law.

In fact, as Elysee remembered when Matthias brought you to the Herhardt residence for the first time, a forced marriage that made your parents agree, you really didn't like being close to Matthias, but as the saying goes, struggle will never give disappointing results. The fact that Matthias desperately shows that he does love you, sincerely even though his way at the beginning was wrong.

Slowly you accepted Matthias, he never forced you to make love or do things he wanted but you didn't like, he listened to your wishes, all your anger, even though at the beginning you were afraid Matthias would hurt you, but he didn't do that.

Matthias even went to a psychiatrist to help overcome how to eliminate apathy and grow an attitude of sympathy and become caring and willing to accept differences of opinion, rejection and so on.

There Elysee could see how Matthias kissed your cheek affectionately, if Elysee remembered again the woman wanted to laugh at how Matthias' expression said love but with a flat expression.

Like father, like child. The fruit does not fall far from the tree, that's Matthias, just like his father.

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You are relaxing on the balcony, enjoying the hot spring, so warm but shady.

Down there, in the garden, you see your mother-in-law, Elysee and Matthias' grandmother, Norma, busy staring at Felix and Aire who are playing with each other, your and Matthias' children.

While your husband? Matthias, the man is busy cooing affectionately behind you, kissing your bare shoulder affectionately because you are wearing an Off-shoulder dress. Damn, this man knows the opportunity in adversity.

Many things have happened during the 9 years you have been with Matthias, you have faced the ups and downs together, but you know that Matthias wants to learn and tries to prove himself. As a result, the man becomes like a cat in heat, always wanting to be close and not wanting to be far away.

"Matty! Don't bite! Later mom and grandma will see, I'll be embarrassed"

You complain because this time Matthias bites and sips lovingly leaving a mark on your bare shoulder.

While Matthias, the man is only busy kissing, sucking your shoulder and neck, his hands also don't stay still on your thigh, stroking affectionately. Never mind that it was currently in public, but fortunately the balcony railing was 100% covered with carved marble, so the people below only saw that Matthias and you were just hugging.

"Don't refuse like that my love, it's your own fault for wearing such revealing clothes, this is called an invitation for me"

Matthias continued kissing and nuzzling your shoulder and neck.

"Felix and Aire are already 8 years old, isn't it time for them to have a new sibling?"

"No! Wait until they are 10 years old, then a new sibling"

Too bad, your husband didn't accept the rejection, instead Matthias stared with a mischievous grin.

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Elysee chuckled softly at what she had just seen, causing amazement at Norma and the 2 little kids who were currently sitting in front of them, resting because they were tired of running and playing.

Norma snorted and drank her tea slowly, softly asking.

"What made you chuckle so cutely Elysee?"

Elysee just smiled shaking her head, and poked Felix's cheek which was a copy of Matthias and also rubbed Aire who was busy eating pastry.

"Nothing mom, I think we need to build another house"

Blinking one eye mischievously at her mother-in-law Norma, while Norma who was given that just laughed happily.

Wiping away tears slowly because she was tired of laughing. Norma knew exactly what Elysee meant, a new presence, a new member, Felix and Aire's future sibling.

"Well, at least our Matthias is full of energy to want to have lots of children"

The two middle-aged women laughed together, making the two little children in front of them look at each other, shake their heads slowly and just continue eating the pastry served in front of them.

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On the balcony, Matthias was still busy kissing your shoulder and neck affectionately which was so tempting to his desire.

His hands were so adept at entering your lower dress, rubbing your soft thighs gently with full squeezes passion.

"Matt! Not here!"

You tried to protest Matthias, but like talking to a wall, Matthias ignored your protest.

Until his ladder slipped into your underwear, rubbing your sensitive intimate area slowly.

"Matthias!?". The more firmly you refused, the wilder Matthias became.

"What love? I know you enjoy it"

Matthias naughtily sucked your neck slowly, while his 2 fingers were busy moving back and forth in your sensitive area, so deep and expert.

You were only able to hold back your moans, afraid that a servant would pass through the balcony door or Grandma and mother would see you both suspiciously from down there, as much as possible you acted normal.

"Come on love, don't be so shy, I know you enjoy it"

Your ass was slapped lightly by Matthias deliberately full of temptation.

His hands got faster when he felt your walls squeezing his fingers.

"Want to come out love? Yes? Come to me love, came to my hands"

Until, you came hard! Both of your hands covered your mouth to muffle your moans, your eyes closed while your legs shook unable to bear the weight.

While Matthias' fingers were still busy moving slowly, down there, Matthias could feel and see the puddles of water falling. You squirted, it turned out.

Matthias chuckled softly and kissed your cheek tenderly.

Matthias passionately devours your lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth, tracing every inch of your mouth. Claiming it to be his.

You who are out of breath try to pat Matthias' chest, but Matthias this man is full of passion, so you bite his lips and scratch his neck, causing blood spots on his lips and neck.

Matthias just winces softly before pulling your hair back, not too roughly but not too slowly, enough to make you look at him.

Matthias' passionate eyes stare directly at you, whispering sensually right in front of your lips, while licking the corner of your lips affectionately.

"Feels so good love? Do you want to continue here or in the room hmm?"

Damn, your fate is so unlucky to marry this shameless nobleman but god, you cant hold your heart, you love this man, as same as matthias love you.

His secret, his little heaven secret.

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©️Nymphea0 2024 , OG story, Project Dark Manhwa Character Story.

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safe haven — ljh

♡ pairing: neighbor!jihoon x fem!reader ♡ theme: fluff, hurt/comfort ♡ wc: 3.9k ♡ warnings: post-breakup dynamics, cheating (from ex), swearing, mentions of food ♡ a/n: written as part of the Winter with You collab put on by @camandemstudios - make sure to check out the full collab masterlist here!! give all these talented writers some love <3 and big thanks to @lovetaroandtaemin for beta reading!!

As if your fiancé leaving you for another woman wasn’t enough to make this the shittiest week of your life, now you’ve managed to lock yourself out of your house during an incoming blizzard. At least your next-door neighbor is home, and he’s kind enough to offer you shelter from the storm. You barely know Jihoon, only having spoken to him a few times - but soon, you discover you have more in common than you initially thought.

Five days ago, you made the innocent mistake of picking up your fiancé’s phone when you thought it was yours. You noticed immediately when you saw the lock screen - it was a photo of you and him from last December, posed in front of a Christmas tree, taken minutes after he proposed. In it, you’re smiling ear to ear, enthusiastically showing off the beautiful engagement ring he bought you. The photo has been his wallpaper ever since. “You look so happy,” he told you a couple months ago. “I can’t bring myself to change it.”

You go to set the phone back down, but a notification catches your eye. You take a closer look, discovering a string of WhatsApp messages, all from somebody named Kelsey. 

Huh, that’s weird, you think to yourself. I didn’t know he even used WhatsApp. 

Normally, you’d think nothing of it - but something feels off. You hesitate for a moment. You know each other’s passcodes for the sake of convenience; you’ve never felt the need to go through his phone, and you feel bad about even thinking about doing it. But, your gut is telling you to investigate.

You input the password and open the message thread. You’re not quite sure what you’re even looking for, but two seconds of scrolling tells you all you need to know. Dumbfounded, you read the particular message three more times before it sinks in: 

Can’t wait for our vacation next week baby, I really need to get away from all of this right now. 

Your stomach lurches as if you’ve just been punched in the gut. He told you he was going on a business trip next week. He told you that months ago. 

Get away from ‘all of this’? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Does he mean… me???

Blood rushes through your ears as you read through the never-ending series of sexts, nudes, notes more romantic than anything he’s ever said to you before, an entire paper trail of all the times and locations of the evident affair - until you feel like you’re going to be sick. 

No, it’s not real. It can’t be. There’s no way…

Paralyzed, you stand there in disbelief, but as several more minutes of scrolling pass, it becomes clear that this is actually happening. Tears start to well in your eyes, but you quickly bottle it up, converting the energy into anger instead. You take the phone and march into his office to confront him - ready to shut him down when he tries to deny it. 

But, he doesn’t even try to deny it. He doesn’t even care.

“Well, it’s about time you found out anyway,” he tells you nonchalantly.

“Our wedding is in three months!! How fucking long were you going to wait to tell me??”

“I was gonna tell you soon, I just needed it to be the right time.”

“The right time??!! When is there a right time to dump your fiancé???”

“Listen, y/n-”

“Don’t tell me to fucking listen!!” you raise your voice at him. “In fact, don’t say anything else. Get the fuck out of my house.”

“You can’t tell me to get out, this is my house too,” he replies, with the sheer audacity to have a tone of annoyance in his voice.

“It’s MY name on the fucking papers. Get. Out.”

And so, he left. Didn’t even give you his set of keys back. Didn’t even say goodbye.

Now, you sit here parked in your driveway, the howling of harsh winter winds whistling over the melancholy tune playing loudly from the car radio. The volume is cranked all the way up, but despite your best efforts to drown out the outside world, the sharp whooshing sounds persist. Looks like the incoming storm is going to be as bad as predicted - if not worse. The blustering begins to jostle the whole vehicle. You stare aimlessly out the front windshield, watching chunks of snow flying erratically through the air as the winds pick up further. With a sigh, you turn the ignition off, the engine and radio going silent. If you're going to sit around moping, might as well do it inside where it's warm. You reach for the garage door remote clipped on the visor above you, but your hand only hits the soft padding. Right, you think to yourself, still gotta get that one replaced too. 

You drag yourself out of your car, hastily throwing your coat on and stumbling through the wind toward your front door. Flipping through your keys, something feels off. You look down, assuming your frozen fingers are just too stiff to pick out the correct one. You stare at the collection for several seconds, but your house key is not there. 

“What the fuck?” you mutter to yourself in confusion. Then, a horrible realization sets in: you never put your new key on the keyring after getting your locks changed. 

You brace yourself against the wind, trudging through the pile of snow accumulating in your front yard. As you reach the window, you lean over the bushes, peering through the partially-shut blinds into your kitchen to see a set of gold keys, sitting upon the center of the countertop. 

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Your stupid ex-fiancé isn’t even around anymore and he’s still finding new ways to make your life miserable. If he had just returned your damn keys, you wouldn’t be in this situation right now.

Tears start welling in your eyes - and this time, you surrender. The droplets begin to freeze on your face almost instantly, but you let yourself cry. After several minutes, you’re feeling slightly better - but you’re getting quite cold. You decide to head back to your car, at least turn the heat on while you try and figure out what to do, no need to stand here and get frostbite-

“Um, excuse me…”

You jump at the sound of the voice coming from behind you, whipping your head around to see a very bundled up man. You can’t see much of his face, but he looks to be in his late-twenties, with dark hair peeking out from under a thick beanie. It takes you a moment, but you realize it’s your next-door neighbor, Jihoon, whom you've met approximately once.

“I just wanted to check if you were okay,” he says loudly, doing his best to speak over the noisy wind. “You’ve been standing out here for a while.”

“Oh,” you reply, also speaking up. You wipe the tears off your cheeks with the back of your gloves. “Um, I’m kind of locked out of my house.”

“Is the lock frozen?”

“No- well actually, I don’t know, it might be, but I don’t have my key,” you explain, gesturing through the window. “It’s in there.”

“How did you manage to do that?” he inquires, not being condescending, but genuinely asking.

“The front door locks behind you when you leave.” 

“Ohhh. Well that’s no good.” He pauses for a moment, looking at you curiously, before continuing.

“Um, well I know you don't know me very well, but if you need a place to wait while you call somebody you are welcome to come in,” he tilts his head toward his house. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, but it’s really dangerous to be out in this storm.”

Normally, you’d be standoffish to a man you barely know inviting you into his house - but, something about him tells you you can trust him. He looks and sounds sincere, and you really don’t have anywhere else to go. Plus, you’re fucking freezing. You nod at him.

“I would really appreciate that,” you shout over the wind. He nods back, gesturing for you to follow along. He walks with you to his front door, the both of you taking large steps to trek through the several inches of snow that has already accumulated. He turns the knob and ushers you inside, following quickly and shutting the door behind him. 

The sounds of the howling wind abruptly stop, the door creating a barricade between you and the heavy winter storm. Your ears ring slightly, but as you adjust to the quietness of indoors you pick up on a familiar tune playing from the other room. 

“Is that En Bateau I hear?” you ask as you unlace your boots. 

He’s in the middle of unwrapping his scarf from around his head, but he perks up at your question. “Yeah! You know Petite Suite?” 

“It’s one of my favorites,” you reply warmly as you take off your coat. You try to avoid letting the jacket’s heavy dusting of snow fall to the floor, without success. 

“Dammit, I got your floor all wet,” you inform him with a sigh. You realize you’re shivering - the house is warm, comfortably so, but standing out in the cold for however long you were out there certainly chilled you to your bones. He takes your coat from your hands, shaking off the rest of the snow before putting it on a hanger for you.

“Don’t even worry about it,” he tells you, grabbing a neatly folded towel from the closet and mopping up the mess. “There’s some blankets on the couch, you should warm yourself up.” 

The prospect of a nice cozy blanket sends you speedwalking into the living room. You spot the stack of blankets, also neatly folded, and grab the thickest one you see - it’s plush and velvety, dark red in color, and gigantic. You wrap the soft fleece around your whole body, plopping cross-legged onto the couch, practically turning yourself into a cocoon. Immediately you start to warm up, your poor frozen extremities finally relieved of the painful cold. As you defrost, your brain begins to work again, processing your surroundings. Though you’ve never been inside, your neighbor’s abode feels very homely - the decor is largely cream-colored, accented with warm earth tones, doused in low lighting sourced from a few lamps placed strategically around the room. Though a plain, warm white, the walls are flourished tastefully with various unique artworks - nothing you recognize, but all very pleasing to the eye. Not that your ex was a slob, but you’ve never known a man to be so neat and tasteful. Refreshing, you think to yourself.

You hear soft footsteps from behind you as Jihoon enters the room. You turn to see him bearing a glass of water, a piping hot mug, and a small metal tin. 

“I don’t know if you like tea,” he starts as he sets the beverages on the coffee table’s coasters. “But I thought you might want something warm to drink.”

“Tea sounds great, thank you so much,” you reply as you wiggle your arms out of the tangle of blanket surrounding you. Reaching for the tin, you pull out a bag of Earl Grey and place it in the mug to steep.

“It’s y/n, right?” he asks as he sits in a nearby armchair.

“That’s me,” you reply. “And you’re Jihoon, yes?”

He nods to confirm. “I know we met once a while ago,” he adds, “but I wasn’t sure if you remembered.”

"Of course I remember, I accidentally stole your packages,” you say with a laugh. “I felt bad about that for months.”

“No harm done, it was an honest mistake,” he replies with a calm smile. 

The tea is nowhere near ready, but you take a sip anyway. The hot liquid sends a wave of warmth through your whole body, making you instantly feel much better. Now that you’re not freezing and in tears, you can finally think straight, and you remember why you’re here in the first place.

“I should call the locksmith, god knows how long it’s gonna take them to get here in this storm,” you state as you look around for your phone, but it’s nowhere to be seen. 

“Oh, I think my phone is still in my bag.”

You start to get up, but Jihoon is faster.

“Here, I’ll grab it for you.”

He disappears from the room in an instant, returning a few moments later with your bag in hand. Thanking him politely, you rummage around for your phone until you find it. You open Google and type locksmith into the search, calling the first one you see with good reviews. 

“I’m sorry ma’am, due to the storm we aren’t able to send anyone out until tomorrow.”

You try another one, but it’s the same story. A third one, no luck either. Nobody is able to come out until tomorrow morning. Dejected, you go ahead and schedule an appointment for 7am the next day. You do your best to remain calm, but you’re too exhausted to hold in your tears.

“I don’t know what to do,” you say to Jihoon, burying your face with your hands.

“Hey,” he replies softly. “It’s gonna be okay. You can stay here as long as you need.” 

“I don’t want to be a bother,” you sigh.

“You’re not,” he assures you. “I promise. You’re welcome to take the guest room.”

“Are you sure?” you say with a sniffle, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Of course,” he nods. 

“Thank you so much,” you tell him sincerely. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“No problem at all,” he says with a soft smile. “Also, are you hungry? I have some leftover stew I was going to heat up, if you’d like some.”

You didn’t even realize that you were hungry, but the mention of food makes your stomach rumble. 

“That sounds amazing,” you reply. 

Jihoon spends a few minutes in the kitchen, returning with two steaming bowls of a hearty-looking beef stew. 

“This is delicious,” you remark as you scoop another chunk of potato into your mouth. “I’m gonna need your recipe.”

“Oh, thank you,” Jihoon replies humbly. “I’m glad you like it.”

Several moments of silence pass between you two as you enjoy the meal, the music of Debussy’s piano filling the room in lieu of conversation. But instead of it being awkward, you feel peaceful, replenished from the food and the warmth of Jihoon’s home.

“Is there anything you want to watch?” he eventually turns to ask you. “I like having something on while I eat, but if not it’s okay.”

“Sounds good to me,” you reply. “What are you watching right now?”

“Oh, um, I like… anime,” he says sheepishly, turning slightly pink with embarrassment. “But we definitely don’t have to watch that. What do you like?”

“Have you seen The Great British Bake Off?” you respond. “It’s on Netflix.”

“Never heard of it,” he admits, but he already has the tv remote in hand, opening the app.

“I haven’t seen the new season yet, if you want to start there.”

“Will I understand it if I haven’t seen the other seasons?” he inquires, causing you to giggle.

“It’s a reality show, each season is different,” you fill him in, proceeding to explain the premise. He listens earnestly, but his facial expression tells you he is skeptical. 

“It’s really good, I promise!” you assure him.

“I don’t really get it,” he admits with a confused look on his face. “But if you say it’s good, I’ll take your word for it.”

He puts on the first episode, letting you explain the different challenges to him. About halfway through the episode, he turns to you.

“So… what exactly do they win?”

“A cake stand,” you answer. The look of bewilderment on his face makes you laugh again.

“So they don’t even get any money from it??”

“Nope,” you reply, cozying up under the blanket again. “That’s why it’s so wholesome.”

“Ah, okay,” he says, still unsure about the whole thing. But by the end of the first episode, he’s hooked.

“How do they do that??” he remarks at each contestant’s fanciful cake in the final challenge, his eyes glued to the tv. As soon as the credits start to roll, he clicks the Next Episode button.

“See? I told you it was good,” you say with a sleepy smile. The combination of the satisfying dinner, the warmth of the blanket, and the relaxing nature of the show is quickly making your eyelids turn heavy. You lean your head against the back of the couch, determined not to doze off - but within a few minutes, you are fast asleep.

The soft light of early dawn glows through your closed eyelids as you begin to awaken. You’re so warm and comfortable that you don’t even bother opening your eyes - instead you just lay there, relaxing under the blankets. As your brain slowly wakes, last night’s events start to register in your mind - you grimace as you recall the bitter cold of being stuck outside your own house, having a breakdown, feeling utterly helpless until-

Your eyes pop open. Sleepily adjusting to the morning light filtering in through the windows, you see that you’re still in Jihoon’s house, on the couch. You turn your face to see a pillow underneath your head that wasn’t there previously, and an extra knit blanket draped over the red fleece one that was already wrapped around you. Jihoon is nowhere in sight, presumably still asleep. You wonder what time it is - when suddenly you remember the locksmith appointment you made for 7am. Panicked, you bolt upright, searching for your phone amidst the blankets, until you spot it laying upon the coffee table, plugged into a charger that isn’t yours. You snatch it up, your heart sinking when you see the time: 7:34am.

“SHIT,” you grumble to yourself. You hurriedly unravel yourself from the tangle of blankets - it’s still warm in his house, but a chill hits you in the absence of the cozy covers. Sitting fully upright, you feel your feet bump something as they touch the carpet. Looking down, you spot a pair of slippers - light beige in color, women’s, brand new with the tags still on. For a moment you feel a bit weird about putting them on (Why does he have these, anyway?), but you’re cold, and at this point you don’t care. You slip them on, the comfort of the fluffy interior immediately making you  glad you did. They feel high quality - luxurious even, and now you feel nice and toasty. Rising from the couch, you grab the top blanket and wrap it around you. The inviting scent of coffee suddenly hits you - you follow it into the kitchen, where Jihoon stands before a brewing coffee pot. Noticing you have entered the room, he turns to greet you.

“Good morning,” he says warmly. He wears a pair of plaid pajama pants, seemingly with a matching top underneath a dark fleece quarter-zip. You note that he also has slippers on, not too dissimilar from the ones currently on your feet. As the coffee finishes brewing, he grabs two mugs, gesturing to you with one. 

“Would you like some coffee?”

“I’d love some,” you answer. He takes the pot and pours the piping hot beverage into your mug.

“Cream and sugar?” 

“Yes, please.”

He fixes your drink and hands you the steaming mug. You take a small, careful sip, your insides instantly warmed by the smooth brew.

“Delicious, thank you,” you tell him, taking another generous sip.

“Of course,” he nods.

“Guess I missed the locksmith,” you say with a sigh. “I should’ve thought to set an alarm before I passed out.”

He turns, reaching for something on the counter. Turning back, he extends his hand to you, your keys laying in his palm.

“Already taken care of,” he says with a smile.

“How did you…” Your words trail off as you take the keys, your fingertips lightly grazing his warm skin. 

“I met the locksmith and explained the situation,” he explains. “He picked the lock in like, one minute.” He gives you an apologetic look as he continues. “I’m sorry I went into your house without asking you first, I felt bad, but I didn’t want to have to wake you and drag you out into the cold.”

“Don’t apologize,” you reply, shaking your head quickly. “I really really appreciate it.”

“I’m glad I could help,” he tells you with a soft smile.

“Thank you for the pillow too,” you add. “And the slippers, glad you had these laying around,” you say with a grin. His smile fades slightly, glancing away for a moment. 

“They were supposed to be a gift,” he says as he looks at you again. “But I didn’t need them anymore. You can keep them.” He smiles, but despite trying to hide it, his tone is tinged with sadness.

“Oh,” you say softly. “You sure?”

He hesitates slightly, unsure whether to tell you.

“They were for my girlfriend, but she left me a couple weeks ago,” he admits. He looks down at his coffee, stirring it aimlessly with the spoon. A pang of sympathy hits you. 

“I’m sorry,” you say gently. “I unfortunately can relate. My fiancé left me five days ago, for another woman.”

He perks his head up slightly in surprise. “Oh wow, what an awful week this must be. I’m sorry, too.”

“Yeah, quite honestly, it fucking sucks,” you say, staring off into space a bit. 

“I was about to propose,” he adds, unsure exactly why he’s telling you this. But you both are feeling a newfound, unspoken kinship in your aligned misfortunes. “But one day she just told me she didn’t love me anymore.”

“Jesus, that’s terrible, I’m so sorry,” you empathize. “I found out my fiancé was cheating on me and confronted him. He didn’t even give a shit so I kicked him out, haven’t seen or heard from him since.”

“Wow,” Jihoon says with wide eyes. He lets out a sigh. “I had already bought a ring, too. She didn’t know, but I had the whole proposal planned out.” He shrugs, shaking his head. “I guess it’s for the better that she left before I even bothered.”

“Yeah, doesn’t make it any less painful though.”

“Definitely not. And I wasn’t even able to return the ring.” He laughs, letting out an incredulous huff. 

“Oh my god,” you react in bewilderment. 

“It’s alright,” he says calmly. “Maybe I’ll be able to use it someday.”

His eyes linger on you slightly too long as the words roll off his tongue. The moment is brief, fleeting - but it’s enough for you to notice. 

“Would you like any more coffee?” he asks before you can fully process anything, nudging the pot in your direction.

“I’m alright, thank you,” you reply, finishing the last bit in your mug. 

“Here, I’ll take it.” 

“I better get going, now that I can actually get into my house,” you announce with a smile. “I’ll get out of your hair.”

“You weren’t a bother at all,” he assures you. “But I’m sure you’re dying to go home.”

Jihoon walks to his entryway. He gathers your things for you, taking your coat from the closet and helping you into it.

“I truly can’t thank you enough,” you tell him sincerely. “You really saved my ass.”

He smiles at you. “You’re very welcome. It was nice to finally properly meet you, y/n.”

He hands you something as he opens the door for you. You take it - it’s a blue sticky note, with his name and phone number written neatly on it.

“You can always call me if you need anything at all.”

“Thank you,” you smile warmly, folding the note and tucking it safely into your pocket. “I will.”

[slytherinshua]

♤　TRUSTING YOU　( 徐明浩 )

genre fluff , minghao x fem!reader   cw reader has a slight fear of riding a motorcycle , not proofread   wc 603   request anon for minghao + a scuffed motorcycle helmet for the 3k event   note someone get me out of this minghao brainrot (or don't...)   net @kstrucknet

“Get on, it’s okay,” your boyfriend, Minghao, coaxed in a soft voice. You stared at his black motorcycle with fear and anxiety in your eyes. You had never ridden before and you would be lying if you said you weren’t slightly terrified of it. When you were a kid, you only viewed motorcycles as noisy and scary, dots of black zipping through the streets. But when you met Minghao, he changed your view on a lot of things, including the practicalities of riding a motorcycle. 

He didn’t just own one because it was easier to take care of than a car, and cheaper, but riding was more relaxing. He often went on rides to relax or clear his head, and you wanted to understand what enjoyment he got out of it. Being so opposite to Minghao in so many ways, learning from each other was one of the most beautiful things about your relationship together. 

It was a clear night out, the perfect temperature for a ride through the deserted roads. If you could only get past your fear, you knew you would find out what Minghao loved so much about motorcycles.

You awkwardly positioned yourself on the back of the seat, somehow feeling unsteady even though the bike was parked and not moving yet. Minghao smiled at you, love overflowing in his gaze. You two had been dating for a long time, and there was no doubt you would spend the rest of your life together. The amount of affection and adoration you held for him was uncountable. You trusted him completely. There was nothing to be scared of if he was by your side.

He pulled his old slightly scuffed helmet from the handle of the vehicle and fastened it on your head carefully. Giving you one last reassuring glance before he flipped the visor part down, tinting your vision. He took his place in front of you, flipping the kickstand up with his foot but still keeping the bike’s balance with one leg. 

“Hold onto my waist, okay? I got you.”

Minghao’s soft voice always soothed your nerves. You found a secure grip around his waist, clutching onto the fabric of his tank top in the front a little tighter than necessary. You heard him chuckle before revving the bike and taking his foot off the ground. Not a second later, you were travelling down the street. Although you were sure he couldn’t be going faster than 40 kilometers or so, it felt much faster. 

You rested your helmeted head against his back carefully, hugging him tightly. It would be hard to hear anything over the noise of the engine, and although you first thought you would need Minghao to coax you through it a bit more, you soon got used to the feeling of riding. The flurry of nerves in your stomach was replaced with excitement, and you realized why Minghao liked it so much. 

There was something quite peaceful about it, travelling on the open road without being trapped inside a car. Feeling the breeze hit your leather riding gear and smelling the faint scent of Minghao’s perfume from his helmet. With no one else on the road, it was intimately just you and your boyfriend experiencing the moment together. You were sure you would think back to this moment years from now, a testament to how much you trusted the man you had dedicated the past few years to. Another proof of how Minghao’s patience was one of the things you loved the most about him. His steadiness calming your anxiety when you needed it most. 

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[mrsarnold]

i NEEEEEED ekko x fem!reader who are dating in the “normal” universe but when he travels into the “au!powder” world (i’m horrible at explaining), he finds reader again and notices that they’re dating there too. they’re together in every universe yk🫣

i knew you in another life you had the same look in your eyes !. ۫ ꣑ৎ .

syn : in the req!

pair : timebomb ekko x fem!reader

warn : based off of birds of a feather, fluffy fluff

note : i love this ideaa

Ekko’s goggles flickered with blue light as he slammed the dial on the Z-Drive, the world bending and warping around him. He didn’t like using it unnecessarily, but this timeline was different. Powder’s chaos had spun out of control here, and everything screamed for his intervention.

As the world settled into place, Ekko took a deep breath, steadying himself. The streets of Zaun were warped, unfamiliar yet achingly familiar. Smoke hung low in the air, and the sounds of tinkering machines echoed in the distance.

And then he saw you.

You weren’t supposed to be here. Not in this timeline, not in this chaos. Yet, there you stood, leaning against the wall of a rundown shop, tinkering with some strange device. Ekko froze, the words caught in his throat.

“Ekko,” you said, a smile spreading across your face like you’d been waiting for him. “You’re late. Again.”

His heart stopped. That tone. That look. The way your hand reached out instinctively toward his. It was you. Somehow, still you.

“I—wait. You know me?” Ekko stammered, stepping closer. His voice cracked as his mind tried to piece it together. “Here, too?”

You blinked, tilting your head. “Of course I know you. What kind of question is that? We’ve been through thick and thin, remember?” You paused, then smirked, poking his chest. “Don’t tell me you forgot already, Time Boy.”

His breath hitched. In every universe, every timeline he traveled to, he always thought of you. But he never expected to find you in all of them.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” you teased, but your brows furrowed slightly as you stepped closer, studying his face.

“No, it’s just—” Ekko swallowed hard. How could he explain this without breaking everything? That the you he knew didn’t belong to this timeline, that you were together in his own world too. And yet, here you were, the same warmth in your voice, the same spark in your eyes, and still, somehow, his.

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly, unable to stop the words from tumbling out.

You raised an eyebrow but grinned. “Now you’re acting weird, even for you. What happened? Did you hit your head or something?”

He shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. No matter the universe, no matter the odds, somehow, you were always his. And in that moment, Ekko realized something profound: the timelines might fracture and spin, chaos might reign, but you and he—you two were constant.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Ekko murmured, finally taking your hand. “Just… happy to see you.”

You rolled your eyes but squeezed his hand. “Come on, hero. We’ve got a job to do. Powder’s out there, and we’ve got a world to save.”

As you pulled him along, Ekko couldn’t help but smile. Every timeline, every version of this chaotic world—you and he found each other. And that was enough to give him hope.

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[ramp-it-up]

You’ve Got Me Thinking

Summary: James Bucky Barnes WAS an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. You came along and knocked him on his face. It's the holidays. What happens when Bucky seems to skip out on going to your parents home for Thanksgiving? Does he really care about you like he says he does?

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: I know that I've been awol, but life has been lifing lately. This story is about Thanksgiving; A Christmas/New Year's fic featuring Steve Rogers will be posted BEFORE New Year's eve. Thank you for continuing to rock with this story. And let me know if you like it (knocking the rust off, and I hope you do!)

This fic is connected to the Knock You Down AU, and comes immediately after Dessert or Disaster. It is in answer to this ask.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut directly below the cut! Oral (female receiving) implications of a blow job, cancelling plans, hurt feelings, traveling to family for the holidays. Bucky is full of surprises, sneaking around, voice kink, humiliation kink, praise kink, use of Daddy, sex in a game room, fingering, a light slap, slight choking, backshots on a pool table, breeding kink, creampie, raw p in v (wrap it up, folks), use of google translate Romanian. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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The Saturday before Thanksgiving, Bucky Barnes feasted on his favorite food. 

You.

“Remember. Let me hear your sounds, Frumoasă.”

Bucky murmured it against your thigh, inhaling your rich scent. 

His thumbs were at your apex, separating your wet, swollen folds and marveling at the way the moonlight highlighted your body.

“These lips glistening in the moonlight. So, so, so, beautiful.”

You arched your back as Bucky delivered kitten kisses up your thigh with each ‘so.’ You clamped your lips together and moaned, causing Bucky to reach up and tug your chin down, momentarily shoving his fingers inside your mouth. 

“Do you want me to eat this pretty pussy out or not?”

His voice made you shudder.

“Yessss. Please Jamie!”

You reached down and tangled your fingers in his hair, grinding on air, trying to entice him to finish his meal.

“Then let. Me. Hear. You.”

Buck slapped your jaw lightly, squeezed your throat momentarily and flicked each of your nipples as his hand journeyed back down to hold you open for him.

“Okayyyy. Yes, Daddy…”

Bucky’s heart started beating faster and his cock jumped, spilling more precum onto the sheets. His long fingers gripped your hips as he shook his head and descended toward your empty, clenching cunt.

His tongue slid through you, separating your lower lips and causing your hips to buck up off the bed.

“Ohhhhhhhh!”

Bucky stopped and smiled down at your pussy.

“That’s it,” He pinned your juicy thighs down with his large hands. “Give me your sounds Baby Girl.”

You started keening as he suckled your clit. You brought both hands down to grip his hair as he thoroughly and skillfully ate your pussy.

“Taste like fucking heaven. Every single ti—.”

He mumbled it against your cunt until you cut him off by mindlessly grinding your pelvis in his face. At this point, you were all feelings, no thoughts.

“Fuck, Jamie! I’m gonna—”

Just then, Bucky inserted two fingers inside you and curled them just at the right angle to have your thighs trembling around his head. 

“Oh shit… Jamesss, I—”

All of a sudden, you tried pushing him away as you started squirting, but he was immovable, continuing to lick, suck, and sip at you until you were a screaming, sobbing mess.

Bucky moved and lay beside you to take in your blissed out face and play with one of your curls as you came back to earth. He was catching his breath, and marveling at your beauty and how much he loved you. Yes, he was hard as a rock, but he would take his pleasure soon. 

He was determined to be worthy of this love. He needed to tell you his plan.

Your eyes fluttered open and you grinned up at him.

“That was too much. You’re so mean to me.”

Bucky grinned, chest puffed out because he knew that you meant the opposite. 

“Unh hunh. So why are you smiling?”

You tried to stop. 

“I’m not…”

��Sure. Whatever you say. C’mere. I gotta tell you something.”

“Why don’t you let me tell you something? I’ll speak into the mic.”

You reached for his cock and well, who was Bucky to argue with your perfect little hands taking hold of him?

—--

Later, after getting cleaned up and on fresh linens, Bucky finally told you what he’d been meaning to all night.

“Frumoasă, There has to be a slight change of plans. I can’t fly down to Hilton Head with you tomorrow. I will try to make it for Thanksgiving…”

You froze in his arms, the contented vibe you shared shattered. You leaned up on your elbow, the raised eyebrow making Bucky stop talking. You looked pissed. 

“You promised…”

It was all planned out. This was the big “meet the parents moment.” Your parents had retired to Hilton Head after years of Brooklyn winters. Holidays had been spent in South Carolina for the last 10 years. 

In your mind, this was the next big step. In Bucky’s mind, he still had work to do.

Your anxiety spiked sky high. You began to doubt that Bucky was as into you as you thought. Maybe he was just selling you a dream after all. 

Bucky sat up, sheet pooling around his waist and the moonlight which streamed in from his floor to ceiling windows highlighted the ridges of his abs. Your eyes followed those muscles up to his handsome face, the rueful look on it, and his disheveled curls.

He was so hot. Instead of caving, you shook yourself out of your lust for him to sit up and cover yourself with the bedclothes. 

Bucky glanced at your arm holding the bedding against you like a shield and frowned. He knew that it was the beginning of shutting yourself off from him. 

He sighed.

“Frumoasa, I know that I promised I would go to your parents home for Thanksgiving, and I will try to still be there. But I also promised that I would go legit. For us. That is more important right now.”

Bucky’s own anxiety had increased the closer the holidays came. He wasn’t good enough, not clean enough to meet your parents yet.

“Steve and I are speeding up the timeline to divest of as many… unconventional businesses as we can…”

“So that’s why he’s in Atlanta? What kind of business is he offloading there?”

Bucky was silent and you just nodded, pulling the sheet off of him and standing up to wrap it around you, not allowing him to see your nakedness, nor caring about his.

“I’ve got to go pack.”

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat as you got dressed and you stiffened as he came behind you and tried to touch your arms. He dropped his hands when you did that and although you couldn't see it, you knew that his face fell.

It was evident in the way his voice cracked.

“I’m not abandoning you, Frumoasă; I love you.”

You turned and looked at him then. Bucky’s sea blue eyes bore into yours. You almost melted. Almost. Instead you wiped away a tear and Bucky’s wrecked look turned into devastation. You lifted your chin.

“I love you too, James.” 

You sighed. 

”Maybe this is good. We need some space.”

Bucky didn’t try to touch you again, even though he just wanted to take you in his arms again. Instead, he just moved to pull on some sweats and a hoodie.

"I don’t ever need space from you. But I'll give it to you if you need it." 

You were in Bucky’s arms before you knew it. 

"In a minute."

You tried not to register how good it was by closing your eyes, as if that could erase all of the emotion and love you felt for Bucky in such a short time. But you were doubting if he truly felt the same way. He kissed you on the cheek and his fingers trailed along the side of your face to turn it toward him.

"Listen. This is me and you. I know you don't want to hear this right now, but you are number one. I'm just trying to get my life right for you before we go further. You are everything to me."

You tried not to drown in the deep pools of Bucky’s eyes.

"You and me both being stubborn as fuck help the situation, but something's gotta give."

You felt like the room was spinning around you two.

“I just wish that you would trust me and give me you."

“You have me.”

Bucky smiled and gave you a chaste peck on the lips.

“Okay… We’ll talk about that later, but now, let’s get you home so you can pack.”

Your outrageous pride prevented you from changing your mind and staying. His prevented him from asking you to stay. 

So Bucky drove you home.

—--

On the flight down to the island, you couldn’t help but think of the private jet you were supposed to fly in with Bucky. You had hoped for some private mile high times, but Instead you flew commercial, first class thanks to Bucky.

Your man was crisscrossing the country to tie up loose ends. Sam and Steve and Nat were doing the same. They all seemed to have a renewed sense of urgency.

You looked down at your phone at the numerous texts from your Bucky. You sighed and felt bad at your attitude. He was doing this for you. 

You still missed him like hell, though.

—--

Your mood lifted as the balmy air of the barrier island greeted you at the airport. When you saw your cousin waiting for you at baggage claim with a giant sign with your name on it, you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face.

She almost knocked you over with the force of her hug.

“I’m so glad to see you! It’s been foreverrrrr!”

She looked around you as you gave her a bear hug.

“Where is the hunk? Rabbit?”

You cocked your head at her.

“Rabbit? Do you mean Bunny? What the fuck is wrong with you! It’s not Bunny, its Bucky, Bitch!” 

You couldn’t breath, you were laughing so hard.

“He’s good. Gotta work. But we’re back together now. Let’s go get something to drink before I face the parentals.”

Your cousin laughed and shook her head, then headed to your favorite spot on the island.

—-

"What is Bunny doing now?"  

You rolled your eyes at your cousin’s joke.

"I do not know. He's all the way in Chicago. The last time he texted me, he told me he was grabbing some food. I'm gonna let him live..."  

You tried to play it off, to seem unconcerned.

"Ummmhmmm.  And when was the last time he texted you?" 

The question came as your phone buzzed.

You blushed as you grabbed your phone. 

"Well, before this,10 minutes ago."  

you looked down at her phone at a pic of Bucky with his mouth full of shawarma and silhouetted by Lake Michigan.

Next time I see you I’m going to eat you like this.

You smiled down at the pic. You wanted to text him back, but hadn't in a couple of hours.  He'd kept texting, determined to keep communicating with you. You loved this man.

"What...?" 

Your cousin was saying something to you but you weren't paying attention.

"Are you mad at him?"  

She had that look on her face. Damn, she’d known you too long. Your entire life.

"I don't know, maybe a little bit? Disappointed is what I am. I wanted him to be with me. I miss his stupid face!"  

“When is the wedding?”

“Shut up!”

You smiled down at his pic again.

“No one is even thinking about all that.”

Except every night that you fell asleep in his arms. And every morning when you reached for him, whether he was with you or not. Bucky had you thinking about your life, your house, your kids. You cleared your throat.

“Enough about me. What is up with you? You look good. And relaxed.”

She looked deeply into your eyes and smirked. She knew you too well. You might as well have been sisters rather than cousins, the way you grew up so close. But she didn’t press you at the moment. 

“Yeah, well. I’m not working two jobs anymore. I can concentrate on dancing and teaching.”

“What? Did you get an angel investor or something?”

Your cousin’s dream had been dance, but after she was injured, it was to open a dance studio. It had been a struggle for a while to find the funds.

A look flashed across her face.

“You could say that. Let’s just say I received a one time donation to the Peach Preserve Dance Studio.”

“What are you even talking about cousin?”

She just grinned back at you, as circumspect as you were.

"Nothing at all except I'm about to fuck this creme brulee french toast and bottomless mimosas..." 

“Now you’re speaking my language!”

—-

Four days later, Bucky’s hand hovered over the door to your parents’ expansive beach house at the hour Thanksgiving dinner was to be served, but he didn’t make contact. He started to turn around, but Steve was blocking his escape route.

“Don’t be such a fucking jerk. You can do this.”

“I’m gonna. Punk.”

Bucky glared at Steve over his shoulder. 

Steve raised his eyebrow at his best friend. He nodded at the door. 

“Go get your girl and talk to her parents, asshole. Get started on your life, jerk.”

Bucky’s heart was hammering against his ribs. Years of mob life, fights and worse, and he was sweating like a teenager about to see his crush and meet her parents. Just the thought of forever with you made him feel faint. 

He wasn’t scared of wanting it; he was scared that you wouldn’t want it too. 

Bucky took a deep breath and decided to man up just as the door swung open before he could knock. An older man’s grinning face appeared. 

“Well what do we have here? You two gentlemen lost?”

Bucky’s response caught in his throat, but Steve caught the gleam in the man’s eye. He had a feeling this man knew exactly who Bucky was.

Steve was right, Ray and Karen had thoroughly researched James Buchanan Barnes when you told them about him. They weren’t impressed with what they found out, but Ray thought that the fact that he was standing in front of their house at this moment took balls. Mostly because he knew his stepdaughter.

“Hello Mr. Y/LN. My name is Bucky.”

“What the hell is a Bucky?”

Steve had to laugh at Ray rattling his best friend’s cage, but was rewarded with another glare.

“Let me start again. My name is James Barnes. Bucky is short for Buchanan. My middle name. My friends call me Bucky.”

Bucky had straightened up and extended his hand although at this point, Ray was leaning against the doorframe, letting Bucky twist in the wind as he rambled. Then, the door opened wider.

A gorgeous older woman appeared beside what must have been her husband. Steve looked her up and down. She must have been your mother. He elbowed Bucky in the side. Bucky wanted to beat him over the head with the flowers in his hand, but your mother began to address him.

“Barnes? So you are the young man who has our little girl all caught up? Are those flowers for Y/N?”

Bucky gave one of his gorgeous smiles, finally remembering how to charm a woman.

“No ma’am. They’re for you.”

Karen’s exacting gaze took in Bucky and Steve, but especially Bucky. A gleam came into her eyes as he handed her the bouquet.

“Thank you James. Nice touch. It’s about time you came to get her. I was beginning to lose faith in you.”

She grinned and winked at Bucky while pulling him into the house where Bucky and Steve were enveloped in the warmth of your parents home and the smell of turkey throughout the house. All of Bucky’s senses sharpened when he heard your voice. 

“Ma, where do you want these—” 

You froze in the kitchen doorway. 

“Holy–.”

Bucky didn’t bother to hide his reaction to you. Steve smirked, Ray rolled his eyes and Karen beamed while you melted. Bucky had an audience but he didn’t give a damn.

You were absolutely gorgeous. Your light sweater dress hugged every lush curve of you. Hair was escaping your messy bun and those eyes went wide, your lips parting in surprise. 

“James?”

 “Hey Frumoasă.” 

—-

You very nearly dropped the bowl of food in your hand when you saw Bucky standing in the foyer. Here he was, with his broad shoulders and lean muscle under a black leather jacket.

His jaw was dusted with that sexy black and grey stubble that you loved to feel between your legs so much and those eyes made your knees go weak. You sighed, nearly whimpering.

This was your man. And he came for you.

What a man. 

 “Hey Frumoasă.” 

Before you could stop yourself, you handed the food to your cousin and ran to Bucky. He caught you and wrapped his strong arms around you. 

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you managed to whisper into his neck, trying not climb him like a tree in front of everyone. You felt him shiver and you pulled back to gaze into Bucky’s eyes as almost everyone else stared at you two. 

“You look good, Baby.”

To Bucky, that was the understatement of the year. You looked amazing and all he wanted was his lips on you but given the circumstances, he reverted to kissing your hand, the move that made you fall for him. It was your turn to shiver, which caused him to grin, then make space between you two as he looked at your parents and the rest of your family who were watching the scene with rapt attention.

Except for one cousin and Steve, you had an audience but Bucky was more concerned about making his own impression. 

“Is the invitation to dinner still open?” 

You just smiled in response as your mother cleared her throat. 

“Of course the invitation is still open. You and your friend have a seat at our table any time.”

“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. YLN. I really appreciate it.”

“Where is Steve?” you asked, looking around. 

Your cousin was missing as well. Before anyone went to look, Steve entered from the hallway, looking a bit flustered.

“Needed to use the facilities.”

Your cousin entered from the kitchen with a too-bright smile. You narrowed your eyes at her as she entered with another dish. Before you could say anything, Bucky grabbed your hand to head to the dining room.

—-

“Can you pass the turkey? Y/N?”

You were busy clenching your thighs together under the table. Bucky hadn’t even touched you, but just the sight of his shoulders in the black cashmere sweater and of that tongue poking out to lick his lips periodically was causing your pussy to drip.

Not to mention the fact that the way your man was now charming the socks off your parents was the sexiest thing ever.

Bucky’s thighs spread and touched yours and you glanced at him.

“Y/N?”

Bucky was staring at you like he owned you as he rolled his sleeves up on the black sweater he was wearing. Those forearms got you even wetter. When you looked up at his piercing eyes and his ticked jaw, you were about to ask him to fuck you over the table. 

Those lips quirked up into a half-smirk, reading you like a book. You squirmed and licked your lips.

“What? Oh. Sorry, Ma…”

You passed the plate to your mother as Bucky continued to stare at you. His lips moved and your head felt swimmy. 

“Huh?”

Your cousin scoffed and Steve grumbled; your mother tittered and Bucky repeated himself.

“Pass the potatoes?”

Bucky’s voice was pure sex, and he may have well said, ‘suck my dick?’ because now you were ready to hit the floor. 

Lord, you needed to get it together.

You passed the dish to Bucky and the way the electricity jolted you when your fingers touched was about to set your clit on fire.

“Thanks, Frumoasă.”

“Now, what exactly does that mean, James? What are you calling my baby?”

Bucky chuckled and began to explain what the pet name meant and went on to talk about his childhood in Romania. While he engaged in genteel conversation with your parents, his hand dropped under the table, landing on your leg. He grasped it, firm and demanding. He pulled your leg away from the other, opening you wide for him.

Evil, evil man.

His hand moved higher, as you checked to see if anyone noticed anything. Your cousin looked sullen, moving the food around her plate while sneaking glances at Steve, who mirrored her countenance. 

You are about to ask a question as Bucky’s fingers move even higher, his thumb becoming dangerous. His fingers reached the edge of your panties and that’s when you realized that this man’s plan was to make you cum in front of your family. 

You coughed to cover a moan as you checked for your parents, who seemed to be listening intently to Bucky. 

He, your devil boyfriend, was smiling in their direction, but you knew that it was meant just for you. You decided to fight fire with fire and move your hand down to his thigh, fingernails scratching through his black slacks.

Bucky hesitated, then cleared his throat as he shot you a look. You smiled angelically at him and took a bite of food. He cleared his throat and went back to his story just as you found what you were looking for. 

The steel rod in Bucky Barnes’ pants.

Bucky dropped his fork and bent over toward you to get it.

“Behave, Frumoasă.”

“I will if you will.”

Bucky shook his head and straightened up, taking his hand away as your mother appeared at his side to trade his dirty fork with a shiny new one. Bucky smiled innocently yet kept his leg pressed up against yours. 

He turned your way again and whispered, “Later.”

It was one word, but it held volumes of filthy promise; so much so that your appetite changed instantly.

—--

Bucky was fitting right in with your loud, loving family. And you were loving it, because it allowed you to see that he was really trying to fit into your life. As dinner was ending, your mother extended another invitation. 

“Why don’t you and Steven stay here until you leave Sunday? You are staying until Sunday, aren’t you, James?” 

Your mother’s arched eyebrow was just like yours, and Bucky couldn’t help but smile. 

You looked between the two and then at Ray when both of your shook your heads; your mom loved James Barnes. You bit your lip to think of the harassment you would receive if you ever broke up.

Bucky looked at you when he was offered and he read your eyes. Something about being under the same roof with you 24/7 was intriguing to both of you.

“Yes, we are staying until Sunday.”

Bucky reached for your hand. You smiled wide at him.

“I’d love nothing more, Karen, but Steve and I have booked rooms at the Surf Song Inn…”

Steve caught Bucky’s glance and shrugged.

“Seems like staying here might be fun.”

You thought you saw your cousin make a face out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked more closely, her face was normal. But she wasn’t happy.

“All the rooms are taken!”

Karen cut her a look.

“My niece is right, but of the 8 bedrooms, we can make space. She can bunk with Y/N, and you and Steve can bunk together.”

“Fantastic,” your cousin intoned, sagging in her seat.

“Wonderful,” Steve deadpanned.

You just giggled nervously. This was going to be interesting.

—--

It was after midnight when you creeped downstairs. Every creak in the hallways made your heart race. Everyone was asleep, including your cousin/roomate, so there should have been nothing to worry about. But when you reached the bottom step of the basement stairs landing, you were grabbed and pulled against a hard chest and a hand clamped over your mouth.

“Gonna have to be quiet, Y/N.”

Bucky growled it against your ear.

“Think you can do that while I fuck this perfect fucking pussy?”

You whimpered in response and nodded your head.

“Good girl.”

But he didn’t release his hold on your face, instead his other hand traveled down your body and inside your sweats to cup your cunt.

“No panties, huh? ”

Your nipples were sharp, aching tips of nerve endings at this point. 

“Been hard as fuck, thinking about you in that dress today, Frumoasa. Love this body, your ass, these tits.”

He nuzzled your neck, inhaling your scent. 

“I love how wet you get for me, the smell of you, everything about you. Fuck!”

Bucky lifted his now wet fingers to his face to taste you, then slipped them into your mouth. You obediently accepted it, proceeding to wantonly suck your juices off Bucky’s fingers.

“Suchhhh a good, naughty little slut for me. In your parent’s house. You are mine, aren’t you?”

You whimpered again as you nodded vigorously, as his other hand squeezed the sides of your throat and his finger fucked into you again.

“You’re fucking soaked, sweetheart. Who did that to you? Wanna cum for me?”

“You Daddy. Yes, Daddy…”

Bucky moaned quietly at your furtive whisper and slipped three fingers inside you, fucking you expertly. You were almost lifted off of the ground.

“Love the sounds you make, Frumoasă, but you’ve got to stay quiet.”

He moved his hand back over your face, which ignited your blood even more.

“Just like that. Cum for me. But not a sound.”

You started shaking all over and Bucky sped up, unrelenting until he achieved his goal.

“Give it to me.”

You felt all of your joints lock up as you moaned and cursed behind his hand. Your lover held a bucking bronco in his arms as you rode over that crest and then came down again.

“Holy shit, Sweetheart. That was so hot.”

Bucky kissed the side of your neck and then whispered, “Ready for more?”

“Fuck yes…”

He walked you to the pool table and bent you over it, which allowed you to rest your head on your arms and watch him pull his sweats down so that his fat cock sprung free. You licked your lips as he started stroking.

“D’you see? I’m so gotdamn hard for you, Baby doll. Spread those perfect legs for me. Gotta get into that tight, wet, cunt.”

You did as you were told and went up on your tiptoes because of Bucky’s height.

“Ah, yessss. That fucking…archhhhhh…”

Bucky’s ardent whisper was in sync with the time it took him to plunge into your wetness in one stroke.

“So. Fucking. Big, Jamie!”

Bucky covered you with his torso as he leaned over you with steady, relentless strokes.

“It’s cause I know how warm, how tight, how fucking good this pussy is. Got so much cum for you Frumoasa….fuckkkkkk….”

He leaned back and bent his knees, causing his cock to brutally brush your g spot on the way to your cervix. This time you put your own hands over your mouth.

“Fucking right. You know what’s about to happen. I’m about to cum inside you so hard and so much. It’s gonna drip out of you.”

He leaned back over you again.

“What if I get you pregnant in your parent’s house?”

You choked on the possibility and your vision went white as your pussy clamped down around his cock. You hoped that no one heard the frantic sounds of skin slapping on skin as Bucky chased his high, and both of your muffled groans.

You practically passed out on the pool table as Bucky slumped into one of the theater chairs.

You opened your eyes, looked over at him and then burst out into giggles which you tried to stifle as you lead him to the gameroom restroom. You got as cleaned up as you could.

Bucky raided the bar refrigerator and handed you a water bottle. 

“This is for your thirst, ma’am.”

You rolled your eyes, but took the bottle.

“Fuck you, Bucky.”

“Hey! That’s the first time you’ve called me that.”

Bucky folded you into his arms, his grin blinding.

“Well, Now that you’ve met the folks, something’s a little different. I feel that we’ve turned a corner? I feel more at ease? Y’know?”

Bucky just stared and you looked down and shook your head.

“It sounds silly. All the things we’ve done.”

His fingers lifted your chin and allowed him to look deep into your eyes.

“Not silly at all. It’s what I’ve hoped for. That you would trust me completely, feel this comfortable with us. And it happened just in time.”

“Just in time for what?”

Bucky was now pulling you toward the stairs.

“Nevermind that now, time to get you back to your room before your mother gets the shotgun out.”

“But, Buck—”

Bucky cut you off with a finger to his lips and you shut your mouth. You were perturbed, but when he kissed you goodnight in front of your door, you kinda forgot about that a little bit.

Turns out your cousin was awake.

“You whore.”

You threw a pillow at her on the way to the bathroom, a giant grin on your face.

—--

The next morning, you rose early to make breakfast. As you descended the stairs, you found Steve in the living room on his laptop.

“Morning, Friend.”

“Morning.”

Steve practically growled it. You wondered who harshed his mellow. But before you got to ask, your parents came down the stairs, dressed to go out.

“Where are you two headed?”

Karen and Ray looked at each other. 

“We have a coffee date.”

You grinned at them.

“You two are so cute. Even after 25 years!”

The older couple shared another look. Bucky came downstairs, ready to go.

“Morning.”

He came over and gave you a chaste kiss on he forehead, as if he hadn’t delivered you immaculate backshots in the basement last night.

“Morning! Where are you going?”

You glanced at Steve who smirked and shrugged.

“I’m taking your mom and Ray to coffee.”

You crossed your arms and cocked your hip.

“And I’m not invited?”

“No. You are not.”

Bucky kissed your cheek this time and winked as he went out of the door. Ray grinned at you and your mother squeezed your shoulder.

“We won’t be long, honey.”

And just like that, your boyfriend stole your parents from you. You gaped at Steve who just stared at his laptop screen.

“What just happened?”

The voice came from behind you. Your cousin was descending the stairs, still in her night clothes.

“You know what just happened. Why would the man you’re dating want to talk to your parents alone? I think you know the answer.”

It hit you like a freight train. Bucky was going to ask your mom and Ray… Holy shit!

“I need some air.”

“I bet you do.”

You hurried to the back patio, gulping air to fend off a coming panic attack.

----

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Shadows and Starlight✨🎄♥️

Character: Husband!Simon Riley (Ghost) x Black!Reader.

Word Count: 500+.

"A Season of Love Christmas Series 🎄♥️"

The quiet hum of the heater filled the room, mingling with the soft glow of fairy lights strung across the window. It was the kind of serene, peaceful morning you rarely got to enjoy, and for once, you’d slept deeply, cocooned in the warmth of the heavy blanket and the presence of the man beside you.

Or so you thought.

You stirred, reaching out instinctively, but the bed was cold and empty. A soft sound—almost imperceptible—came from somewhere nearby, setting your senses on alert. Years of being with Simon had trained you to notice even the faintest disturbances.

“Simon?” you called, your voice low and groggy.

“Right here, love.” His deep, familiar voice rumbled from across the room.

You turned to see him standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. He was still dressed in his signature black hoodie and sweatpants, but his ever-present mask was nowhere to be seen. The sight of his uncovered face—something you still weren’t used to, even after all this time—made your breath catch.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice still thick with sleep.

He stepped into the room, the corner of his mouth quirking into a small smile. “Couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d get a head start on making the morning a bit more special.”

Your gaze flicked to his hands, where he held a tray with two mugs of tea, a small plate of biscuits, and… a small, neatly wrapped package.

“Simon Riley,” you said, sitting up and narrowing your eyes playfully. “What are you up to?”

He set the tray down on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed, his broad frame making the mattress dip slightly. “Figured we’d start Christmas morning off right,” he said, his voice softer now. He handed you one of the mugs before carefully placing the gift in your lap.

You glanced up at him, your heart already melting. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

His lips twitched into a smirk. “I wanted to. Now open it.”

You tore the paper carefully, revealing a small velvet box. Your heart thudded as you opened it to find a delicate silver bracelet, the charm shaped like a shield.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, your fingers brushing over the intricate detail of the charm.

Simon shifted slightly, his gaze steady but vulnerable as he spoke. “I’ve spent most of my life being someone people need protection from. But with you… I just want to protect you. To make sure you’re safe. This felt… fitting.”

Your chest tightened, and tears pricked the corners of your eyes. “Baby…”

He reached out, his hand warm and steady as he brushed a curl from your face. “You’ve given me something I never thought I’d have—a reason to come home. You’re my safe place, love. My light.”

You couldn’t speak, overwhelmed by the quiet intensity of his words. Instead, you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest. He held you tightly, his strong arms enveloping you in a way that made you feel untouchable, invincible.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” you murmured against him.

He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, the shadows of the past giving way to the light of the moment—your moment. Together.

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Ik noone asked for a part 3, but this is so fun to write

ORION PAX x D16 x GN!READER

[ orion pax x d16 x gn!racer!reader ] [ Part 3 ]

PART 1 PART 2

“Wait! Before you go, (Y/N)! Is there any way you could.. I don’t know.. Keep us somewhere secret? They wouldn’t care about a few miners disappearing.”

”But Pax, you think they will let us off the hook? Just like tha-“

”Don’t you wanna hang out with your crush more?”

”… Wh- DON’T SAY THAT OUTLOUD! Let (Y/N) make their decision before you jump to conclusions.”

They then look up at you, waiting for you to make your decision. You weren’t sure if you wanted to hold them in your quarters. You didn’t want to isolate them from society just so they wouldn’t get in trouble…

POLL RESULTS

Give in and bring them into your quarters - 95.6%

Decline and force them back into the mines - 4.4%

START OF PART 3

“… Look, if I bring you guys to my quarters temporarily, then will you guys be happy?”

The two looked at each other, shook that you even accepted Orion’s request. Orion then looks at you, nodding eagerly. D16 looks at you with a shy smile, still willing to come with you. The two don’t have the best life so anything could seem fun to them.

”Are you serious? I- I mean yeah, sure, of course! It would be an honour!”

You chuckled at D16’s confused but hyped tone and crouched to them once more, going down to eye-level.

”Alright, but I’ll have to carry you guys on my shoulders again. You guys can’t catch up with me and my speed.”

Both of them understood so you grabbed them and instead of harshly throwing them onto your back, you held them with one in each arm. You were holding them so they were facing you as they sat in your arms. You then start rushing to your quarters as you feel their hands grip onto you for stability.

Bypassers saw you run by, waving and screaming your name as you were famous for all of your wins in the Iacon races. The Cybertronians around you made it clear that you were absolutely famous and you loved to bask in the glory, but currently you're holding two miners who could probably be fugitives so you couldn’t stop for autographs nor meet and greets.

You get to the building and push everybot aside and unlock the metal passageway, throwing the two into your quarters, running in after and letting the passage shut and lock. Looking at the miners then at your room, reality struck you again. These are fugitives and you took them in, you could get in trouble for having them here… Whatever, things happen and it is too late now, you thought.

You were training as a scientist despite being more of the speeds than anything else. You were made to be a bot all about speed and maybe even brawn, but you aspired to be a scientist. Because of this, there were lots of advanced technology, messy chemical works, shelves filled to the brim with inventions and generally it was a mess. Then at the back was where your stasis pod was, directly in the middle. Beside the stasis pod were a massive shelf on each side, both of them filled with trophies and badges you have received overtime in iacon. It was contrasting on how dirty it is on the front of your quarters compared to the cleanliness in the back.

Orion Pax and D16’s jaws were dropped so quickly at the sight of your quarters. It was so messy and clean at the same time, the surprise of you wanting to be a scientist was definitely something else and their height makes them look like little sparklings. Orion immediately runs off and starts looking around, his face in awe. D16 grabs his arm and yells at him.

”Pax! This isn’t a museum, we can’t just look around without permission!”

“Oh come on, I’m sure (Y/N) wouldn’t mind! Right?”

Orion smirked and looked up at you for their approval. You just chuckled and nodded.

”Sure, just be careful. There are many failed inventions and deadly chemicals that are placed around here… I should really clean it up.”

Orion launched off mid-speech, you and D16 weren’t too surprised. D16 gently tapped your elbow, looking up at you with a tinge of curiosity, it was pretty wholesome. You look at him with your head tilted slightly.

”(Y/N), are you studying science?”

”Yes, why do you ask?”

”I just wanted to know… Why? You are the fastest bot in all of Iacon! You are swift and sly, unlike any other bot. What’s the poi-“

D16 was cut off with Orion yelling out your name, trying to get you to go over to him. He was yelling for you to come and explain something to him, seemingly it was something pretty personal to you. D16 just scoffed and crossed his arms, he was jealous?

TO BE CONTINUED

with another poll!!

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lay all your love on me 24

jj maybank x heyward!reader

<- previous next ->

"y/n come on, we're gonna be late if we keep waiting on you!" pope calls from outside your door. you roll your eyes at that, putting on one more swipe of mascara.

"stop rushing me! i just need like two more seconds!" you call back as you apply your lip liner and lip gloss. you give yourself a final once over, making sure you look decent before grabbing your sandals and sliding them on as you hobble over to the door.

when you open it pope is still standing there, arms crossed over his chest as he shakes his head. you stick your tongue out at him before taking the steps two at a time to meet everyone else outside in front of the twinkie. sarah wasn't feeling well today, so it'd just be you, pope, jj, cleo, kie, and her girlfriend lex going to the party at the boneyard today. sarah and john b were sitting on the front porch when you got out there, so you stopped to talk to them.

"hey guys. are you two sure you don't want me to stay home? i wouldn't really mind." you ask as you stand in front of them. sarah waves a dismissive hand at that.

"yes yes, we're sure. besides, you have more important things to worry about." she says as she and john b wiggle their eyebrows at you. sarah was pregnant so you couldn't exactly hit her, but you sure as hell did give john b a good punch in the shoulder before walking away.

ever since you and jj had fallen asleep together outside, the pogues would not leave the two of you alone. i mean, it's not like it meant anything. just friends helping each other out. friends who had been doing a lot of... hanging out lately. the kind of hang outs that felt like dates. but they weren't! jj was just trying to make up for being an ass. in a very rom-com way. but still! the two of you were just friends. much to your dismay.

you all had been at the boneyard for about 3 hours now, and it was really starting to crank up. not that you could really focus on that, though, because you had spent basically the whole time running and hiding from jj.

"y/n, would it really be that bad to talk to him?" aubree asks as rafe comes back with her drink. rafe immediately wraps an arm around her, and you get the sense that that should make you upset or something but it doesn't. you've both moved on for the better.

"obviously. don't wanna embarrass myself. besides, he seems a little... preoccupied at the moment." you say as you tilt your cup in his direction. he's currently talking to some girl that went to school with you guys- her name was like, ashley or something? doesn't really matter, what matters is the fact that she has jj's full attention and not you.

"aww, are you jealous because he's talking to other girls?" kiara asks teasingly, causing lex to elbow her in her side.

"i am not jealous. if he wants to talk to other girls, he's very free to. it's not like we're dating or anything." you say as you take a sip of the beer you'd been nursing since you got there.

"but you want to be." rafe says. it's a statement and not a question, which makes you even more frustrated with all your friends. why couldn't they just butt out of your love life?

"i'm leaving." you say, walking away quickly before any of them could poke fun at you again. as you're walking towards the water you hear someone calling your name, and you turn to see jj jogging towards you. just what you needed, great.

"hey, y/n! haven't really spoken with you since we got here." he says once he catches up with you. you force a smile on your face as you try and come up with a response.

"yeah, sorry about that. to be honest, i'm not really in the partying mood tonight." you say with a shrug. "i'll probably head home soon, anyways."

"you're gonna walk all the way back home by yourself?" he asks as he shoves his hands in his pockets. it's a nervous habit of his that you've always found cute, but you can't help but wonder what could possibly be making him nervous at the moment.

"yeah. don't wanna ruin the fun for everyone else." you say with a light chuckle as you kick up some sand.

"i'll walk with you." he says as if it's the easiest decision he's ever made.

"what? no, jj. you stay, i'll be fine." you say quickly. "you love parties."

"yeah, but i'm not really feeling this one. 's kinda lame." he says with that boyish smile of his. god, he's making this really difficult.

"alright, fine. if you insist." you say as you toss your empty cup somewhere. (sorry kie!)

"lead the way, m'lady." he says as he tips an invisible hat at you. you roll your eyes, shoving him gently. he just laughs, seeing as your little push didn't do much in the way of moving him.

the walk back home is pretty much silent, save for the late night sounds of the town. you almost wish that it could be like this forever, the two of you just enjoying each other's company. but there's this thing that keeps floating around in your head, and no matter how hard you try you just can't seem to rid yourself of it.

"so, i saw you talking to ashley earlier." you say so quietly that jj didn't hear you. "the two of you looked pretty cozy."

that causes jj to stop walking, looking at you as if you had grown three extra heads. "huh?"

"you and ashley. the two of you were talking at the party. are you into her? it's totally cool if you are. i mean yeah, she was kind of a bitch to us in high school but i'm sure she's changed-"

"and they call me the oblivious one." he says with a chuckle. he was looking around as if he thought he was being pranked.

now it was your turn to be confused. "what?"

jj looks at you for a moment, almost as if he was studying you. "y/n, do you honestly think i'm interested in any other girl besides you?"

had you drank more beer than you thought? was it actually beer in your cup, or had you been drinking something else the whole time? because that was the only logical explanation for what you thought you just heard. "huh?"

jj smirks, taking a step closer to you and using his finger to push your chin up. "close your mouth, mama. wouldn't want bugs getting in there would we?"

you couldn't believe it. had jj really said what you thought he said? "i'm sorry, could you repeat that please?"

"i'm in love with you, y/n. have been for a while now. and i know that i acted like a total fucking asshole about the whole rafe situation, and there will never be enough time or enough words for me to properly apologize for that, but i want to be with you. genuinely. in fact, i don't think i've ever been so serious about something the way i'm serious about you." he says as he gently takes your hand in his.

"b-but, you were talking with ashley and it looked like-"

"i was talking with ashley because i was buying something from her. something for you." he explains as he reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a braided bracelet. he slides it onto your arm, making sure it's secure before removing his hands so you can get a proper look at it. it was fairly simple; peachy colored thread holding up a bead with the letter j on it. "i was gonna give it to you when i asked you to be my girlfriend."

"i don't know what to say." you whisper, still in awe. you hear jj laugh at that, and when you look up he bring a hand up to cup your cheek.

"just say yes, y/n. say you'll be my girlfriend." he whispers as he brushes his thumb across your cheek.

"yes, jj. i would love to be your girlfriend." you say with a smile. the biggest smile you'd ever seen broke out across jj's face, so big you're surprised his face didn't split in half. he brings his other hand to the other side of your face and pulls you in for a kiss. it's a lot more gentle than you would've expected from someone like jj, but you wouldn't have it any other way. his lips were soft, almost cloud like and he tasted like cheap beer and his favorite spearmint flavored gum.

you honestly couldn't tell how long the two of you kissed for, but you didn't want it to ever end. unfortunately the two of you needed to come up for air and when you did, jj pressed his forehead against yours.

"i love you too, jj." you say, pressing a small kiss to the tip of jj's nose. he smiled again, but this time it was charged with something else, something you couldn't quite put your finger on. but if you had to guess, it was somewhere between love and admiration.

"good. now let's get you home." he says as he grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together as the of you finish the walk back home.

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Past and Future (Happy Birthday Lighter)

🍓Finished this shit at 4:30am, if y'all don't enjoy this I will kill myself. Anyway had fun writing this, it's more of me fucking around and finding out with Lighter's character, but I think it's fluffy and cute so... enjoy lol

TW: Mentions of Death; Suicidal ideation

Info: Lighter x GN!Reader; Angst to Fluff (?) Kinda?; hurt and comfort (i think??)

Word Count: 2k

December 27th. Two days after Christmas, five days before New Year's. Oddly placed on the calendar, awkwardly smooshed between two major holidays in New Eirdu. To most, it was insignificant, just another day. To Lighter it was something he dreaded each year. Between the holiday cheer and the buzz of excitement for the new year, it was nothing more than a looming cloud dampening his mood.

December 27th, Lighter Lorenz’s birthday, one of the worst days of his life.

He didn’t hate birthdays, they were nice when they were for other people. He had to admit he enjoyed getting gifts for others and seeing their eyes light up when they opened it, and the light atmosphere when everyone sang a horrendously off-key rendition of the birthday song was hard to hate. They were celebrations of the life of that person, a hurrah to cheer them into another long year until the next came around. He just hated his own.

Gifts and cake and warm fuzzy sweet nothings acted only as reminders that he was alive. He was alive, and everyone else who deserved to be wasn’t. Another marker of another year since he lost everything. He wanted to pretend it wasn’t there, maybe sleep until the 28th or run away for a while, but the girls wouldn’t let him.

They’d managed to weasel his birthday out of him about a year into his being here, and they made a point to celebrate it each year. Nothing big, they knew he wasn’t one for huge crowds outside of his fights, but still a party where they showered him with gifts and congratulations that he did not deserve. He didn’t have it in him to tell them to stop.

So, year after year he grinned and bared it with as much grace as someone as fucked up as he could. It wasn’t hard to be grateful for all they did for him, but it was always hard to smile and accept it like he deserved it. The nagging voice in the back of his head reminded him that he shouldn’t be allowed to be this happy, not when his stupidity cost the lives of good people – wonderful people, who he loved.

He usually only lasted until Burnice got out the nitro fuel, then he would quietly slip away from his own party to be alone. The quiet was easier on his mind than the distractions of colorful confetti and sweet cake made just to his taste. He liked to sit in the pain, to recede into that cocoon of hurt, as if to apologize to his friends by torturing himself. 

This year was no different, of course. Just as Burnice handed out the nitro fuel, he quietly slunk into the shadows, smiling to himself as the rest of the Sons of Calydon remained celebrating in his steed. He walked his way to his bike, sighing in the cool night air. The breeze on his skin was the only comfort from the hell in his mind.

He let the air out, hand tucking into his pocket to pull out the little thing of candy he carried around on him. The little lemon drops fall into his palm with ease, and he tosses them back with practiced ease. He rarely felt like smoking anymore, but his birthday was always a struggle. The heightened emotions made him want to take the easy route out, to fall back on his old ways and make stupid mistakes in hopes it would make him feel better. Instead of giving in, though, he sucked on those candies like a saving grace. It was the least he could do for his old friends.

As he stopped in front of his bike, he shoved the candies back into his pocket. Taking a second to himself in the quiet of the night. It was almost over, just a few more hours, and the pain would lessen back down to an ache again. A little longer and he wouldn’t have to worry about constant reminders of being alive, and he wouldn’t have to save face for everyone else’s sake.

“Lighter?” A quiet, soft, almost worried voice from behind him.

He glanced over his shoulder, eyes softening when he saw it was you. You’d been quiet about his birthday all month, not bothering him with any reminders. You knew, intrinsically, how much he hated it. You always knew everything about him, it was an infuriating quirk of yours that he would never want to go away. 

“Hey, dollface,” his voice just as quiet as he raised his arm for you to duck under, “got tired of the party?”

You press yourself into his side, enjoying the warmth of your personal heater, “I saw you leave and I wanted to make sure you weren’t doing anything stupid.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “Me stupid? Never. Just needed some air.”

“Is this getting some air just for you, or could you use some company?” You offer, giving him the reins.

He liked the alone time, he wanted to wallow in self-pity more than anything in the world. His head reminded him that he deserved to be alone on a night like this. Yet, your eyes flutter a little at him, and your lashes brush away those awful thoughts like nothing. 

“I’ve always got room for you,” he hums, giving you one last squeeze before helping you on the bike.

The drive is peaceful, the breeze cooling his hot skin like an apology from the world for all he’d been put through. He doesn’t think he deserves it, but he wouldn’t deny the feeling either. Your arms wrapped firmly around his middle, head pressed against his shoulder only calmed him further. It grounded him back in the present, reminding him that the past had long passed and that he still had things to live for.

The Sons of Calydon, who took him in and cared for him despite how distant he was at the start. The Proxies, who took special care to stop by earlier and give him a gift, congratulated him for being so strong and thanked him for his constant help when they needed it. The other former members of his mercenary group who, despite how much he wanted to deny it, held no ill will to him and wished him the best for the future.

And, of course, you curled against his back. You trusted him with your life, and he would easily lay his down for you – not that you’d let him if you had any say. You kept reminding him every single day that he was someone worth loving, that he was more than his past, and that he was the one who could define what his future looked like. It was hard not to picture it without you there, not with how attached he’d become to your little displays of love for him.

Displays like this, following him out of his party to make sure he wouldn’t do anything to hurt himself more than he was already hurting. He smiles warmly back at you as he eases his bike to a stop at his favorite quiet spot. You smile back pressing a kiss to his shoulder before moving to get off the bike.

You intertwined your fingers with his like it was second nature as you walked to the fence at the cliff's edge. From here you could see the endless desert, and the edge of the hollow, the moon peaking over it in an almost beautiful display. He helps you sit on the fence, placing a protective hand around your waist to keep you from falling forward.

Your hand presses his head into your shoulder, scratching at his scalp with such care it nearly makes his knees buckle. Another reminder of what he has that he couldn’t afford to lose. No one has known him the way you know him, no one has ever had the effect you have on him. It was almost enough to make all the horror of his past dissipate in his mind, but a small part of him still clung to it. Unwilling to allow himself to fully forget.

“You okay?” You ask, interrupting the quiet bubble that had formed around you.

He nods, “Thinking.”

“About…?” You urge with a raise of a brow, unbearably cute in his mind's eye.

He smiles, genuine for the first time that night, “About how much I love you.”

You shake your head at him, but you don’t argue with him about how he’s lying, or try and force him to tell you everything. You don’t need to. You always trust that he’ll tell you when he’s ready. It’s another thing about you that he couldn’t risk losing.

You let the quiet fall over you again, leaning into his chest with a content hum. He allows himself to indulge in your affections for now, preferring having you here in his arms than staring aimlessly at the skyline by himself. It was easier to swallow the ache in his throat with you to soften the harshness of the feeling, regardless of whether you knew you did it or not. 

He wonders, hopelessly, what his old friends would think of you. They would like you, he was sure of that. You had a personality that would let you fit right in with their eclectic group. The idea of you smiling side by side with them warms his chest, his heart aching as it fades away. A dream he’d never get to see.

He’s not aware that he’s crying, he’s not sure how long he has been crying, all he knows is that you turn to him and cradle his face in your hands. They wipe at his tears without needing to be asked, another quiet reassurance that you cared for him regardless of what was going on in his head.

Lighter sniffles pathetically as his eyes lock with your worried ones. You seem to know what's wrong without him needing to say it, which he likely wouldn’t be able to do if you weren’t able to deduce it on your own. You frown at him, bringing him down to kiss his forehead.

“I’m sorry it’s so hard,” You whisper, wrapping your arms around him.

He pulls you in tightly, desperate for the skinship you offered up, “It never gets easier. Everything is a reminder.”

“I know, that’s okay,” you press a kiss to the side of his face, “I don’t think you need to forget it, Lighter. I think you need to learn how to live with it.”

He closes his eyes, the hollow where they’re buried fading from sight as if looking at it would blind him now. He holds you even closer, letting your words sink in. Learning to live with it, sounded much easier than it probably was. Maybe you were right though, he’d done so much wallowing and running, maybe it was time he found a way to live with the pain.

“Mistake, failure, accident… it doesn’t matter what you call it,” you continue, pulling him back to look him in the eyes, “It’ll always hurt, but that hurt is a reminder of how human you are. You don’t want to lose that. Remember it, feel it, and they’ll never really leave you.”

You swallow, taking him in with those pretty eyes of yours. It’s not perfect, but it’s what he needed to hear tonight. He presses you into a kiss, soft and light and nervous. He was afraid you’d disappear if he was too rough. You melt into it, indulging him like he hoped you would. This was the only way he knew how to show you his appreciation, words would never be enough to display how deeply he cared for you.

When he pulled away you were breathless, face flushed from lack of oxygen, and indescribably beautiful. He smiled subconsciously at you, and you returned the look with all the love and admiration in the world.

“Happy Birthday Lighter,” You say soft as the wind still tussling your hair, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” He repeats back, and he feels the ache in his chest lessen every second he spends looking at you. You taught him a lot since he met you. A lot about himself, a lot about those around him, a lot about you. Most importantly, tonight you taught him that despite his past, he made a future for himself that he should be more determined to remember to protect.

[grapejuice32]

Could you do Spencer + reader who is away fro work a lot and when she comes home with a few days off and important news to tell Spencer he has to leave before she wakes up because there was a case he had to go work

Make it work

Spencer Reid x reader

Notes: I had a lot of fun with this one! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

When you woke that morning to the lack of Spencer's presence besides you in bed, you tried to push away the tears that stung your eyes. Obviously you knew that if he got the call from work, even on a day off, he would take it, it had always been that way and he was clear about that when the two of you first got together. It's not like today was an incredibly special occasion or anything, but it was one of the only days when you were not working and he had taken the day off of work to spend time with you. Your schedules were constantly clashing, with you being a rising star in the acting world, every opportunity to promote you new film was one you would take which at the moment meant you were currently travelling a lot for interviews, premiers, talk shows etc. You had only just come back to Washington the night before after a month of being away filming something new and you had taken the short 3 day filming break as an opportunity to deliver some important news to Spencer. He didn't know that you had anything to tell him, so you couldn't really fault him, after all, his role at work was vital and you wouldn't be able to forgive yourself if you held him back from work while other people lost their lives because he didn't go and help out. And yet, you couldn't help the tears that lined your eyes, you felt pathetic you knew you could tell him over the phone, but you wanted to tell him in person.

You told yourself that perhaps they would be able to wrap up the case quickly and that he'd be able to make it home before you had to go back to LA. You sniffled and made you way out of bed and to the kitchen, a small smile making an appearance on your lips as you noticed a note in Spencer's scrawly handwriting on the counter besides a now cold cup of coffee he must have left out for you before he went to work. You picked up the note and couldn't help but bite your lip as a wider mile spread on your face at the sweet words.

Hi angel,

I'm so sorry I left but the team needed me on a case and I couldn't say no after I got given the details. I’m so sorry to leave you when we were meant to spend the day together, I hope you're not too upset but I'd understand if you were. Hopefully we can wrap up the case before you have to go and we can spend a bit of time together. I left you a coffee on the side but knowing you, it will probably be cold when you wake up. I love you, I'll try and give you a call later.

~ S

A sigh escaped you're lips, you weren't upset, disheartened perhaps but not upset. How could you be? There had been many occasions when you had be away for work when he got to have his weekend days off, and while it wasn't the same, travelling was a vital part of both your jobs and you were just lucky that the both of you were able to understand it and manage to make your relationship work even with the constant long distance time.

The two of you had been together for a year and a half and the majority of that time was spent apart, his team weren't really aware of you yet and you were okay with that. With the little time that the two of you got to spend together, going home to each other and knowing that you were both just each other's secret was exciting and strangely comforting in a way. Especially for you with so much of your life now being public, to know that you had Spencer, who was only yours never failed to bring a giddy smile to your lips. But he had told you the team knew something was going on with him, and that didn't surprise you with his being in a team of profilers. He'd also mentioned that possibly the main reason they were suspicious was that before you, he had such a lack of days that he took off from work that he was made to take compulsory holidays and after meeting you, he would actually request the days off and would leave the office at a reasonable hour to go home to you, sometimes before the rest of the team would. Even though you loved your and Spencer's relationship being a secret from his work life and your work life, you were also aware of the fact that his team were his family, and you knew that with the news you had to tell him, it wouldn't be long before he told the team about you. The thought of meeting them excited you, you wanted to meet the people that were so important to Spencer and the ones who looked out for him when nobody else did.

You spent the day tidying the apartment, you hated tidying but it was something that needed to be done, the apartment having fallen into Spencer's organised chaos. Your phone wasn't on silent like it usually was as you didn't want to miss is Spencer called, every notification you received you hoped it was a text from him but you were left disappointed. By the time it hit 1am, you had come to terms with him probably being too busy with the case so you sent him goodnight message and let him know you were okay before going to sleep. In the morning, you checked your phone to find a message from him that read 'Sleep well, I love you honey' and that made you feel better. It was clear to you that the case had him very busy, as they always did so you didn't expect to hear from him today either but you left the ringer on your phone on just in case. Not having much motivation to do anything and wanting to use your time off of work properly, you spent the day binging Gossip Girl and ordered Chinese takeout. Eventually you grew tried so, exactly like you had the night before, you sent him a message and went to sleep.

When you woke up, the first thing you did, after checking your phone, was pack your things. It was the last day of your break in filming and you would be catching a flight back to LA later that night as the first shot you had was an early morning shot so you had to be on set at 4.30am for hair and make up. After packing your things, you heard the sound your phone ringing, you were ecstatic to see Spencer's name on the caller ID.

You: Hi, Spence S: Hi, angel. Sorry it took my so long to call. You: Don't worry, you've been busy. I understand, Spence. How's the case going? S: It's...it's really tough, I doubt I'll be back in time to see you before you go back to LA. 'M really sorry, sweetheart.

You: Oh...

S: I'm so sorry, I know we were supposed to spend some time together but the team needed me.

You: I... um, 's fine, I get it, it's your job, it's important.

S: You're important too. 'M sorry, I really am.

You: Don't need to keep apologising, you can't control when people commit crimes.

S: When's your next filming break? Do you know yet?

You: Probably not for another month at least...

S: Oh, well we'll be able to make it through, we've done it before and for longer periods of time.

You: I know, it's just I...I really needed to um, I needed to...

S: Yeah?

You: It doesn't matter.

S: Sounds to me like it matters.

You: No it's whatever, you've got more important things to deal with right now.

S: If it's important to you then it's important to me too.

You: I just needed to tell you something, is all. But I um...yeah.

S: Sweetheart, you know you can tell me anything right?

You: Yeah, I know.

S: Whatever it is, you can tell me, angel.

You: I'm um, it's...well-

S: Fuck, 'm really sorry but I have to go, think we've had a break in the case.

You: Oh, oh yeah, okay.

S: Call me when you land, yeah?

You: Yeah.

S: I love you.

You: ...I-

The line beeped as the call disconnected, meaning he hung up on you before you got to finish what you were saying. You were mumbling though, talking slowly, maybe he couldn't hear you. Yeah, that's what it must have been, you nodded, trying to convince yourself.

You spent the hours leading up to your flight doom scrolling in bed before you had to make your way to the airport. On the flight back, you got lucky and had nobody sat next to you, you spent the time going over you script for tomorrow, not even able to drink to make you feel better. When you landed you shot him a text letting him know you were back in LA, when you arrived at the place you were living at for filming, you shot him another text letting him know you were home safe.

You continued on as normal for the next week, spending your time either filming, learning lines or sleeping with minimal contact from Spencer. He hadn't called you again and the only contact from him would be a short response to the messages you sent before you went to sleep. It was a week and a half since you had come back to LA when you finally got the message from him saying that they'd wrapped up the case and that he was on his way home. You were glad, you responded by telling him to make sure he got some proper rest, knowing how exhausted he would be when he came home from cases, only to stay up doing paperwork.

The following morning, you were woken up by a knock on your door which confused you since you didn't have anywhere to be until your evening filming and you hadn't made any other plans. You begrudgingly got out of bed and flattened your hair down as you made you way to the door. When you opened it, you were shocked to be met with the sight of sender stood there with a bouquet of pink lilies in his hands. You rubbed your eyes tiredly, thinking you must have been imagining it, but you weren't. Before you hugged him, you ushered him inside and then jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck. The sound of his chuckle as his arms wrapped around your waist instantly bringing you a comfort only he could give you.

"What are you doing here?" You asked in excitement as you let go of him, taking the flowers from his hands and putting them down on your coffee table.

He shrugged, "I wanted to see you." He spoke nonchalantly as he hung his jacket on the coat rack.

"You're crazy." You laughed, letting him follow you as you went to brush your teeth.

"Crazy for wanting to see my girlfriend? I don't think so." He shook his head, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom with his arms crossed, his eyes locked on yours through the mirror.

After you brushed your teeth, the both of you went to lay in your bed, your head resting on his clothed chest while you spoke quietly to each other.

"Hey, what did you want to tell me?" He suddenly asked in the midst of a conversation.

"Oh, um," you nervously sat up, your legs crossed as you anxiously began to pick at your fingernails.

"Hey, none of that," he tutted as he too sat up, placing his hands on yours to stop you from picking and accidentally hurting yourself.

"I um, I have news..." you softly spoke.

"Okay, good or bad?" He asked, his voice gentle and calm.

"Well that depends, its..." you started, before stopping again afraid to tell him. You glanced up at him, his eyes as patient and understanding as ever. You let out a deep breath before deciding to just get it over with, "I'm um, I'm pregnant."

You were met with silence, you tried to gauge his reaction but the only immediate one you received was shock. After a minute of the silence killing you, you whispered, "Spence?"

To which he only hummed in response. You bit your lip before trying again, "Can you say something...?"

He blinked quickly, as if pulling himself from a trance, "That's great, angel. Really."

"You're not upset?" You frowned, not understanding the way he reacted.

"Of course I'm not, it's wonderful news!" He spoke with a smile now on his face, "Was just shocked is all, I thought we'd been careful. I was trying to get my head around it. ' M sorry if I scared you."

A long exhale of relief escaped you, feeling as though a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. He pulled you in for a hug and neither of you said anything, it felt more real now for you that you'd told him.

"I'm scared," you whispered in his hold, your face hidden in the crook of his neck.

"Me too, but we'll be okay. I'd be worried if we weren't a little scared," He joked, causing you to laugh tearily, he pulled back from you so that he could look dow at your face, "it's going to be okay, really. Means I'll have to finally introduce you to the team and face Derek's teasing but it's worth it and it's exciting."

You nodded, smiling softly up at him, "We're gonna have a baby."

He laughed in what sounded like disbelief, tears now lining his eyes, "Yeah. Yeah, we are."

You were glad you had him, you'd never been with somebody you had understood you as effortlessly as he did. You knew it would be tough, but you would make it work, you always did.

Please lmk what you guys think, I'd love to hear from you! I'll also be happy to try and write any requests you may have <3

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

•Making Amends

MelJay x reader

Synopsis: You and Jayce just can’t seem to get along and Mel can’t have that.

CW- Jayce&Reader and Mel’s lovers, lowk cringe, alcohol, Mostly Jayce but does have Mel :), hella ooc Jayce, voyeur Mel, a small lil strip scene, sex, multiple positions, edging, masterbation, size kink? (Idk) mentioned like once, feels rushed to me but it was getting to long 😭

A/N- started ts last month and I know this gonna flop 😭

Jayce walked through the tall golden doors that lead to Mel’s room. He held a small prototype he and Viktor had been working on for a while and he wanted to be the first to show it to her. But to his surprise when he walks in there you are in front of Mel sitting pretty on her piano and even more Mel already had the prototype praising you for bringing it to her.

“Well hello Jayce,” Mel gets up patting your thigh before she moves to Jayce giving him a small peck on the cheek. “She was just showing me something you and Viktor have been working on.” She quirks a brow and smirks as she sees you watching them. “Yes, how did you get this?” Jayce asked you, eyeing you up and down as you smiled leaning back giving him a better view of your dress that showed more of your body than cover. “I have my ways.” He should have known Viktor has always had a soft spot for you. He sniffs as he shoves his prototype in his back pocket. “Of course.” He scoffs just before you can bite back at him Mel raises a hand silencing both of you. She walked to the steps that led to her bedroom sitting on them before addressing you two.

“Why is it you two must always bicker when I’m around or even when I’m not.”

Jayce and you both got choked up, glancing at each other before looking back at Mel. “Is it that you two don't like each other? Because we can’t have that”

Jayce raises his eyebrows in surprise, getting ready to answer before you just had to come in and save the day. “Oh no my lady,” you crouch to the ground, grabbing her hand gently. “Don’t you strain yourself with worry, me and Jayce just have a few disagreements he can’t seem to work on.” You clenched your words at the last bit, making Mel wonder. Jayce was infuriated, “You’re just going to act like you don’t start half of the arguments that come about.” Jayce began hounding in on you as you; however you glared at him envy was all that was found in your eyes and maybe a little something else. “How you always try to one up me in front of Mel—“

“That’s quite enough.” Mel put a pause on the explosive argument ahead.

Mel was quite shocked she didn’t even realize the tension that grew between her and her lovers as she was too busy being well, loved.

But when she looked up at both of you it was quite a shock, both of you looked at her in a way she never realized as if she were the sun and moon. And then she realized all those times Jayce presented something before you just for you to present something ten times greater; and so on and so on. Then it clicked that you two were in a competition; for her approval. Her cheeks heated up, she had never felt so wanted in her entire life, her body felt tingling seeing you two stand up in front of her waiting at her beck and call, seeming to do anything she says. “I think I found the best way to solve these disagreements you two have.”

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“You want us to do what?” Jayce was surprised at Mel’s request. “I want you two to make love in front of me. It’s the only thing that will settle this tension. For you to feel each other so intimately it would be out of this world. And also I just want to watch.” She was listing all the facts on why you and Jayce should have sex she looked over to you, quiet as a mouse.

She could practically feel the warmth your body gives off, how your thighs clench whenever she even mentions Jayce fucking you. It seems Jayce hadn’t noticed though, oblivious as always. “What do you think, y/n.” Mel cuts Jayces insistent questions off and all the attention goes to you. Your throat was so dry you didn’t even know if you could speak the syllables all caught up in your mouth, your tongue felt like jelly and an unwelcome heat burned between your thighs.

“Would it make you happy?” Out of everything that has happened today that was what shocked Jayce the most. Mel didn’t even answer you, only standing up and wasting up the steps waiting at the top for her two lovers.

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She held both of your hands as she led you through the candle lit room, following her like Eurydice followed Orpheus but she did not look back leaving her two lovers in an anxious condition. Jayce looked over towards you and saw a woman he’d never seen before. You looked so malleable, so obedient. He looked you up and down wetting his bottom lip before looking in front of him, at Mel.

You had made it to her room. You’d both been in it before just not with each other. You were nervous, stressed and worse of all horny.

You couldn’t believe you were going to let Jayce motherfucking Talis fuck you, the man of progress was about to fuck you. You began to breathe heavily, you concealed your nerves before looking at the other two who sat on a small white couch, Jayce sat up like a prude, legs together back straight, hands in his lap. It would have been funny if it weren’t for the predicament.

Mel handed the male a glass of wine but none for you. You puff at that, putting your arms across your chest. “Y/n doesn’t know how not to be a brat, but” Mel begins glancing at Jayce before looking at you before you could say anything she continues, “She makes up for it, in other ways.” Any words or retaliation you had dissipated as soon as those words left Mel’s mouth.

“Like how she looks when she undresses, Y/N give us a demonstration.” It wasn't you to look at her with wide eyes, it was Jayce. She took another sip looking down at Jayce’s untouched glass. “Drink up Jayce you're gonna need it with this one. She really has no sense of respect.” She laughs seeing you slip the all too tight dress off of your body that Jayce never did appreciate. Your breasts were shown first, nipples already hardened from the cold air and Jayce felt like he’d been sent to heaven, had you always had those?

“Doesn’t she look so pretty?” Mel asked, of course you did, you were more than pretty but saying that would give you an even bigger head so Jayce just sat back, spreading his legs with the top of his button shirt undid he took a sip of his wine only lifting the side of his mouth as his answer. Mel couldn’t help but smile at the little game you had still happened moments before you have intercourse. To connect in such an intimate manner well Mel just couldn’t wait.

You slide it down all the way showing off your bare skin, no underwear. Jayce’s grip got impossibly tight on the glass; he was surprised it didn’t break before he gulped all of its contents. You would wait as long as Mel wanted but you were starting to get bored. “So are we getting started this century. Or does the man of progress need time to y’know progress.” You pointed down before laughing. Mel couldn’t keep a little giggle and Jayce just smiles before getting up leaving his glass on the floor. “You’re right Mel, she really doesn’t have any respect.” Jayce laughed grabbing you by the side of your neck pulling you closer his eyebrows creased upward with a smile, “She’ll get some though.”

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Jayce fucked you hard, your eyes rolled to the back of your head in annoyance and pleasure, he bullied your sweet spot bruising it with such force. A sheer gleam of sweat shines on your skin in the humid room. He squeezes your waist as he drags you back, your smooth skin recoiling with every thrust he delivers. Jayce flicks his tongue, his abs flexing as he holds your back down making your arch higher with one hand and pushing your head down with the other.

Mel watched from across the room a devious smirk on her face as she watched the mean strokes Jayce gives you. How your bodies mold together as he fucks you, your hips rolling back every so often; you can peak up through the mattress looking up through wet lashes at the watching woman. She couldn’t lie and say this is the wettest she’s ever been her two lovers fucking as she gawks at them in the most intimate ways.

You reach out for Mel, crying out for her. “Mel, M–Mel,” you squeak with every thrust delivered to your pussy. The Medarda looked in wonder as you cried out for her whimpering and whining like a puppy that had just been kicked, how that made Jayce go even faster as if he was punishing you for even speaking. She’d never seen this version of either of you. Jayce always touched her as if she were delicate, soft just how she liked it with him. And you well you were like a hound dog when you got her in bed. Never had she seen you in such a mess, palming the bedsheets, clenching your jaws to keep the screams of ecstasy at bay in the back of your throat. Tears drenched your face, lips quivering as you still cried out for her. Your cries and whines were only drowned out by Jayce’s degrading words. “Always acting like a fucking bitch, your my bitch now aren’t you?”

She gets up from her seat setting her wine glass down the glass clicking against the table just as her heels clink against the floor as she drags her feet to be in front of you. She lifts your face, cradling your cheeks, wiping your drenched cheeks. “Why are you crying for me dear?” She asked in faux concern Jayce fucking you with so much force you swished back and forth. “I’m not the one fucking you.” She said watching you slip into a chaotic storm of ecstasy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, you couldn’t hold the screams in anymore as desperate pleas for him to stop, go, harder, slower. You didn’t even know what you wanted.

Jayce slowed squishing you into the mattress with his body mass, calloused hands finding their way between your legs immediately latching to the little bud. Your legs buckle trying to move your hips but Jayce is too big. He could squish you to death and you both knew it which was what made it so much more hot. His breath fanned the back of your neck, worked up sweat dripped from both of your sticky skin stuck together as he played with your cunt. “Make up your mind, y/n” he spoke in a harsh tone as if he was scolding you. It made your pussy flex.

He stopped playing with you for a second, his pupils dilated, and got impossibly hard. You liked being told what to do, you like him telling you what to do. Getting up you gasped in full gasps of air just for them to be knocked out by Jayce’s full force thrust. You cried out in pleasure looking up at Mel who had watched the whole thing face flustered and legs intertwined. You smile as Jayce pulls you up on his cock, changing the angle of his cock in you it was so heavenly. He held you in place with his arm across your throat making sure you could breath before fucking you without remorse.

“Don’t cum until he tells you.” Mel whispers trying not to lose composure. You listen to her trying to hold the crashing waves of pleasure back as hard as you can. But it’s not easy with Jayce fucking you harder than anyone has every, and you love it. You looked over at Mel. She was disheveled as if she needed just a little push over the edge. You hold onto Jayce’s forearm as he bounces you on his cock his tip hitting your cervix every single time. “Mel,” you whined, the woman’s eyes caught yours full of lust, “Please touch yourself for us.” You say grabbing Jayce’s hand from your hip. “Please, Mel.” Jayce spoke softly looking through puppy dog eyes as if he wasn’t fucking you no mercy.

Mel couldn’t take it anymore she grabbed her dress , shoving it up just enough for her to touch her bare cunny. Her legs spread wide when she touched herself circling her clit in the same manner Jayce did yours. Simultaneously you both arch your back when she slips her fingers in pumping them in and out in and out just as Jayce fucks you. Taking the arms from around your knock Jayce grabs both of your hands pulling you closer to him. “Cum with her.” He whispers and you only nod fucking your hips back against his.

Mel quickened her movement. She was close you could tell by the way her legs contorted and she squirmed. You couldn’t hold it in much longer, you didn’t just want her to cum you needed her to. “Please Mel, please cum.” You spoke in a small voice. You sounded so desperate, so needy, she couldn’t help herself as she came around her fingers white cream surrounded her fingers as she rode her high out on her fingers drenching them in her essence. As soon as Mel came it was like a dam broke within you.

It all came crashing down on you like acid rain your skin burned when you came, wet hot liquid squirting out of you wetting yours and Jayce’s thighs. Jayce came with you as your pussy walls contracted against him, milking him for all his worth. He couldn’t keep the whimpers he held back during sex in while he came and it made you feel something you couldn’t expect.

Jayce fell on his back shocked at what had just transversed. “He didn’t think I would only last one round did he?” You asked Mel who only giggled caressing your cheeks. “Oh I don’t think he knows what he’s gotten himself into.” Mel says as she begins to strip down to her undergarments; her house colors. Jayce only now looks up as he watches you both crawl towards him like lions hunting their prey.

“Gods help me.”

[alrightbuckaroo]

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12 times TK and Carlos love each other in their rawest form. or Sex. 12 ways.

goodnights and goodbyes | G | 4.6k words

TK and Carlos journey to New York for the first time to attend TK's high school reunion. While Carlos is dreading the thought of socialization in a new city, TK is dreading the thought of running into something, or rather someone, from his past.

furever home | G | 4.9k words

“Do you think he bites?” TK asks, bringing Carlos back to the present. His question is laced with uncertainty, but it’s not strong enough to raise cause for concern. “You didn’t seem to mind biting all that much the other night,” Carlos playfully counters, pulling out the plastic food dish that’s covered in imprinted black paw-prints. Pun, somewhat intentional. TK, fondly, rolls his eyes. “Really?” Carlos' chuckles are lost in the mix of kibble hitting the bottom of the plastic bowl. “Force of habit,” He defends with a shrug. or Carlos and TK get a dog.

modus operandi | E | 1.1k words

Carlos walks through the front door, smelling of gunpowder, sweat, and satisfaction.TK almost falls apart on the kitchen floor right then and there. He’s just finishing putting Lou II back in his tank and putting the rest of the bell pepper away. “Hey baby,” TK greets, his smile turning a bit electric when he seems the gleam in Carlos’ eyes. He watches as Carlos takes off his hat and removes his holster. “Just finished feeding Lou II. He was hungry.” “He’s not the only one,” Carlos declares before undoing the knot in his tie. He collides with TK, mouths overtaking one another, no air escaping between them. Carlos tastes like married life, missed dinners and the right kind of mayhem. or Carlos solves the case and needs to put all of the adrenaline somewhere.

devour me | E | 20.5k words

de·vour [ dih-vou-uhr, -vou-er ]: to consume destructively, recklessly, or wantonly or kinktober prompt fills

come home to my heart | M | 2.8k words

TK crawls up his body as if he’s a path only he gets to trek. As soon as they’re face to face, TK briefly stills, falling even more in love with his husband’s eyes. Brown, warm, and somehow both inviting and begging to be let in. TK wants to tell him that he doesn’t need to beg; there’s a place in his heart where he’s always welcomed. Carlos smiles and TK’s pulled out of his thoughts, smiling back, almost subconsciously. He can’t help it, Carlos just has this effect on him. He leans in, and Carlos opens his mouth, the heat tantalizing and teasing. or a 5x05 Coda in which we see "sexy time" reach fruition and that loving kiss become something more

moments in love

when the morning comes

a pretty good team

it's okay. we're okay.

sidewalk chalk, covered in snow

Don't worry, I'm not done, I made a couple of gif sets too!

“and you were gazing at me, more than gazing — my gaze was dreaming you, and yours was dreaming me.”

a boy's best friend is his mother

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NEON LIGHTS

Pairing (Original Characters):

Jameson Lucas (Aaron Pierre) x Imani St. Cirie (Megan thee Stallion) Genie Adesanya (Jayme Lawson) x Ellington “EJ” Dupree (Kelvin Harrison Jr.)

Chapters:

Neon Lights Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: Imani and Jameson show all sides of their feelings for each other and come to a devastating realization.

Warnings: smut (18+), toxic relationship, emotional breakdown (x3) -- if we missed anything, let us know!

Word Count: 5.2k

Divider Template: @cafekitsune

Notes: 

The following characters are original creations. Their voice claims are Usher / Lucky Daye (Jameson) & Summer Walker / SZA (Imani). We have no affiliation to any of those artists.

The liquor brought a different Imani to the surface. She was less level-headed, more vulnerable and needy. This Imani thought about what her heart said above anything else. It told her to text Jameson. It told her to call him when he didn’t answer. It told her to tell him to come get her. And it told her to go through all of those texts he left while she had him blocked. Then it told her to read his RHYTHM article she never got a chance to read. 

Fuck. This man was obsessed with her. Deep down, she knew that, but reading the article and seeing his texts opened her eyes to his love even more. A huge smile formed on her face when she got the text that he was outside. She strutted out of the gala and over to his car to see him, standing there in sweats and a simple tee, black jacket unzipped as he waited for her. He was holding the door open, a look of trepidation on his face. My poor baby. She grabbed his shirt, pulling him into her embrace. 

Imani kissed his lips, not caring what onlookers were watching. She missed him and she was going to let it be known. “I missed you.” She said, her speech slightly slurred. “This bald head lookin’ real good on you too even though it brings out your dumbo ears.” Her fingers caressed his face before she gave one of his earlobes a tug. 

He seemed shocked before he began abruptly laughing, shaking his head. “No wonder you called. You’re drunk as hell. Get in the car, Imani.” 

“I’m not drunk. Just a little tipsy.” She corrected him. She took his hand, using it for leverage as she slipped inside his car then he shut the door. Her eyes never left him as he walked to the driver’s side and got in. They stayed on him as he put the car into drive and drove away from the party. 

She noticed the way his muscles popped out of his shirt. How his eyes looked when he was focused. And his lips. Those damn lips. Imani didn’t even feel the car being in motion. She didn’t know where the hell they were going. She was just happy to be with him again. That’s all she knew. She leaned forward, touching his thigh and kissing his lips. “Baby, you really think I’m your soulmate?” She blurted out. 

Jameson gave her a sidelong glance, the answer obvious but he seemed almost reluctant to give it to her. “...Yes. I believe my life ain’t a full life unless I’m loving you. I’m always loving you and living for you. Nobody else.” Fuck. She could feel the dampness fill her eyes. She didn’t want to cry right now. Not in front of him. She batted her eyes, hoping that her tears would hold off. 

He told her he loved her in many different ways, but she never thought he viewed her as his soulmate. “You shoulda been with me the whole time.” She murmured. “I thought about you all fuckin’ night. I felt so…off without you. How do you do that? Invade my thoughts like that?”

“I should ask you. You do the same to me. I’m always thinking about you.” He replied, his voice soft and the words coming easier.

“I’m always thinking about you too. Even when you’re blocked. I was searchin’ your name on Instagram, just so I could see you.” Imani pressed kisses against his cheek then his jawline then his neck. She couldn’t keep her hands off of him.

“Baby,” he murmured. “Baby, baby...I love to hear that. I love that you’re just as obsessed with me as I am with you. But I need you to put your seatbelt on. Tell me where to take you.” he said, hand reaching out to touch her thigh.

She should have said home. It was what sober Imani would have wanted. But she wasn’t her right now. She was drunk Imani and she knew exactly where she wanted to go.

“To your house, daddy. I want to be with you tonight. No one else.”

Alarms were ringing off in his mind. Picking Imani up? Bad idea. Bringing her to his house? Even worse. But he couldn’t help himself. She needed him and even though he swore to himself that he was done trying, he didn’t want to disappoint her again. Getting her inside proved to be more difficult than he thought it would be. She couldn’t keep her hands off him, constantly touching his face and arms. 

He could barely unlock the door to his house with her hoisted up in his arms and it was even more difficult because she kept kissing him. When they finally stumbled into the house, he thought he would be able to get a breather. Maybe help her out of her heels so she could clean up and get into bed. But instead, she was kissing his lips and it wasn’t like the kiss she gave him outside of the gala. It set him on fire from the inside out. 

Chills broke out across his arm and he kissed her back without thinking – his tongue pressed to hers. Jameson slowly placed Imani on her feet, pulling her closer by the waist. He felt her acrylics pressed to the back of his neck and it made him groan. It would have been so easy to pull her out of her dress. It would be just a small shifting of fabric…but no. He had to do this right. They had a chance. He had to get it right this time. So he forced himself to pull back. He groaned lowly and spotted the pout on her face. He was not God’s strongest warrior and was sick of being tested.

“Don’t stop.”

He dropped his head to her shoulder, fingers toying with the fabric at her waist. “Fuck, g-go get cleaned up baby, so we can get you in bed.” 

Imani shook her head, refusing his request. “No. I’m still mad at you. I wish I wasn’t so mad at you. I want to be with you.” She said softly. He looked up, gazing into her eyes. He saw everything. Her hurt. Her anger. Her pain. Her love. It tore him to pieces. He wanted to talk about it all but she wasn’t in the right state to do that. 

Instead, he cradled her face in his hands and kissed her forehead. “I know, baby. I know. I wish I could take it all back. Trust me, I do. But let’s talk about it in the morning, okay?”

Reluctantly, she agreed. “Okay, daddy, but I want you to know this. I love you. I will always love you even when I’m mad at you. I can’t get enough of you, Jameson Julian Lucas. You’re all I ever think about.”

It was like everything he ever wanted to hear from her was free-flowing. Every single word weakened his resolve to stay away from her a little more. She needed a new start – he wanted to give that to her. But he was torn between his selfish desire to love and be loved by her.

“I believe you. Come on, let’s get you out of those shoes so you can go take your shower. I’ll be right here when you get back, I promise.” He bent down, undoing the strap of her heels one after the other. She carefully stepped out of both. His hand rested on her waist as he encouraged her to ascend the stairs.

Her dress hugged her curves, a flash of her thigh showing every time she lifted her leg to rise up the stairs. This was going to be a long night. 

Imani turned around to face him with a lopsided grin. “I won’t keep you waiting long, I swear.” She kissed him again, deepening the kiss as soon as it began. Her head tilted, giving her easier access to his mouth then she slowly pulled away. “Just somethin’ to remember me by.”

After that, she sauntered to his bedroom. He exhaled loudly – frustration eating him up from the inside out. He was happy she was with him, because she was safe, but she was making things very hard for him. His head dropped down and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You got this.” he whispered to himself. 

He didn’t know what to do with himself. He paced the hallway, went back downstairs and grabbed cold bottles of water, then went back upstairs to shift things around his bedroom. It was pristine, but he needed a distraction. 

He heard her before he saw her. “Daddy,” she said softly, the door creaking open. “I need to borrow one of your shirts. Or I could sleep naked. What’s better for you?” Jameson turned to veto the idea of her sleeping naked – and was greeted by the sight of her without clothes, soaking wet. She didn’t even bother to wrap up in a towel. He took his time gazing over her, his eyes sweeping her frame.

He could not have her in his room, in his bed, naked. Not when he was already losing his mind. 

Jameson quickly moved across the room, heading into the adjoining walk-in closet and pulling a t-shirt from a drawer. He ignored a pile of her clothes in his closet. He wanted her in something of his to lay in his bed. He tossed it over his shoulder and strode out of the closet toward her. “You can wear this one.” 

Stepping closer to her was a mistake. He saw her frame up close and could smell the faint vanilla on her. He noticed all of her body piercings – her nipples, her belly button and her clit. Got damn it. He closed his eyes, counting to ten. 

“Jamie, open your eyes.” She said. “Are you scared of naked me?”

He didn’t answer her question. This was like being in heaven and hell all at once. The heaven part was obvious: he had Imani’s full attention, they weren’t arguing, and she was naked. The hell part wasn’t so obvious: he couldn’t touch her the way that he wanted, there was a big ass elephant in the room they couldn’t address because he had no idea if she would remember this conversation, and she was naked. 

Instead of focusing on this state, he tried to focus on getting her half-dressed. Jameson pulled the shirt from his shoulder, opening the fabric so that she could put her head through. An excuse to touch her but she didn’t complain. Imani lifted her arms and he slipped the t-shirt over her body. She was still naked underneath but something was better than nothing.

“Thank you, baby.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

“You’re welcome,” he murmured against her lips. Jameson picked up the water bottle, twisting the cap off of it before he handed it over to her. “Drink this.”

Imani wrinkled her nose but took the water bottle from him, taking a huge sip before placing it on the nightstand. Without any prompting from him, she turned and pulled the covers back on the bed. Jameson sighed in relief, believing that once she lay down, she’d be out. “Come here, please,” she asked him softly, crawling under the sheets. “I can’t sleep without you.”

What else could he do? The truth was that he didn’t want to do anything else. So he did as she asked. Jameson slipped in beside her, draping his arm across her body. He placed a small kiss on her neck, nuzzling against her. He didn’t know if he’d ever get to have this again. Everything between them was so chaotic and fucked up. So he wanted to savor it – but a thought occurred to him while they lay there. He knew she’d answer honestly because she was drunk…and he asked before fear could snuff it out. “Imani…why do you love me? I mean I’m a piece of shit. Always have been. So why do you love me?”

Imani was quiet for a moment and he thought he missed his window. But when she spoke again, he knew she was thinking. “Because I never had anybody care for me in the way that you do. You’re always looking out for me in a way that no one has. I’ve never had a man care for me like that before.” 

A sense of sadness washed over him. What did that say about the other people in her life? There was no doubt that he loved Imani. But he knew he wasn’t always the best to her. If the way he treated her was the best she ever had in a relationship – no wonder she gave in to their dysfunction every time. What else did she have to compare it to?

“I can be better.” He told her softly. “I will be. I’ll take care of you better.”

“You not finna make me cry tonight, Jay. You can forget that shit.” 

“I’m not trying to make you cry, baby.” He told her softly, holding her closely. “I’m just trying to figure us out. I think it’s time that we do. I want you to be happy to be with me.”

“You are the love of my life” Imani whispered against his chest. “I will never love anyone like I love you. I know one day you will get it together…we will get it together because I can’t imagine life without you.”

Sunlight hit her like a hammer to the damn head. Her eyes were still closed, but she could feel the warmth of it on her face, an unrelenting brightness that made her groan softly. The dull ache in her skull throbbed in time with her heartbeat, and her mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. She was never going to drink again.

Imani shifted slightly, wincing at the stiffness in her body. That’s when she noticed it—the unfamiliarity of the sheets covering her, the faint scent of cedarwood. This wasn’t her bed. It was Jameson’s. She’d know the smell of that man anywhere.

She cracked one eye open, her vision swimming as she took in the room. It was dimly lit, the curtains drawn halfway, but she could make out the minimalistic decor: dark furniture, muted tones, and plush sitting chair across the room. Her stomach sank. She gave in. She remembered feeling sad, mournful. Wanting to call him. And then…she did.

Fuck.

Imani’s eyes darted to the other side of the bed. It was empty, the sheets rumpled but cool to the touch. She exhaled a shaky breath, relief and something else—disappointment?—mixing uneasily in her chest.

Before she could dwell on it, the door creaked open and there stood Jameson with a tray of food. “Good morning.”

It was unfair he looked so good that early in the damn morning. Imani lifted her hand, brushing against her hair as she tried to at least look like she hadn’t been drunk as shit, emotional, and all over him. “Hey.” she said softly, gathering the sheets around herself as he came further in. The tray had a plate of eggs and french toast, a bowl of fresh fruit, and a glass of grapefruit juice. Her stomach growled loudly and Imani met his gaze with a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

Jameson nodded and let her eat. For twenty minutes, he watched and she ignored the fact that he was watching her. He didn’t say a word but patiently waited for her to clear the plate. When she was done, he picked it up and took it out of the room…silently.

Imani blinked as she watched him go. She didn’t know what to do next but slowly made her way out of bed and tried to find something to wear. She had to get the hell out of there.

When he got back upstairs, she was out of his bed. “Mani?” he called out, relieved when he saw her emerge from the closet. She was wearing her clothes – shit she had left behind in the many nights they spent together. Even though she hadn’t said a word, Jameson could feel that the wall was back up between them. Last night may as well have been a fever dream.

“Hey.” She said softly.

“Hey.” He replied.

The two just watched one another, cautious. Last night, they said everything they wanted to – freely and happily. But that was last night and now they were in a new day. Jameson sighed softly. He didn’t know how to start this but he knew it had to be done. “We should talk.” 

Imani seemed to freeze at the idea. “I-I’m not even supposed to be here.” Her movements slowed and for a moment, Jameson thought she would agree. “You go first. I said all I needed to.”

He shrugged, lifting his hands as if confused before clasping them together behind his back. “What are we supposed to do? Do I just…let you go? Do I fight for us? I need you to tell me what you need, Imani.” Last night, he’d cycled through two different emotions: determination to get her back and crushing realization that the rollercoaster process was hurting her. He had decided to let her go. But that one phone call made him come running back. He knew he always would when she called.

Imani spoke again, interrupting his thoughts. “I don’t know anymore. I don’t know how to get past you choosing her over me.”

He opened his mouth to deny it like he had last night at the gala but if he was going to be honest with her – he had to go all the way. “You’re right. I may not have said it but I did turn my back on you. But…Sloane is in the past.”

“Okay…but that can’t fix the issue between us now.” She chided him with a shake of her head, “You said nothing while she joked about our relationship. You took up for her when I called her out on it. I stood there alone – by myself.” She said, glaring at him. “You didn’t have my back and I...I never expected that from you.”

Jameson had devastated her with his affair. The first betrayal had cut deep but that was some faceless girl she had never met before. A fling he had immediately regretted. Sloane was different. Jameson stood at her side and she just knew she had him wrapped around her finger. It made Imani feel like a fool…and she couldn’t quite forgive him for letting her do that to them.

“I was wrong. I’ve said that already. And I’m sorry. But our relationship is about more than Sloane. I’m trying to be what you need."

“I..” She looked down at her feet and when she looked back at him, her eyes were cloudy with tears.  “I don’t think you can be what I need anymore.” She said quietly. “I thought we could move past everything but I need someone that’s going to have my back, no questions asked. And I don’t think that’s you.”

Jameson was silent for a second. She could tell he seemed stunned but he rebounded quickly.

“Okay.” All he wanted to do was hold on to her. He managed to talk himself into letting her go, wanting her to heal, but then he held her in his arms last night – and he couldn’t quite imagine his life without her. But as Jameson watched tears fill her eyes, he knew he couldn’t say anything to change her mind. This was what she needed. He swallowed thickly, nodding his head. “Why’d you call me back last night?”

“I was drunk. I shouldn’t have.” She answered quickly. Imani blinked a few times. The tears fell rapidly down her face.

He shouldn’t have asked that. 

Jameson knew it the second she began to cry. He was making this harder for her. “It’s okay.” He tried to reassure her, moving closer without thinking. His thumbs brushed at her eyes, trying his best not to cry with her. “It’s okay. I understand.”

Loving her meant being willing to give her anything. He could do it. He could give her this. A good, clean break. 

“It’s not okay…” She sniffed. “Why couldn’t you just–” her voice cracked and her demeanor changed. Suddenly, Imani needed to get out of here. “Where’s my phone? Have you seen it?” She pulled away from him, walking around the bedroom. She pushed the pillows away.

“Mani, don’t…” They had been together and broken up before but this felt more brutal. “We’re saying goodbye.” He said morosely. “I think we owe each other this last conversation. Don’t we?”

But she continued tearing his bedroom apart, looking for her phone.

“I can’t do this. I need to go.” Imani said shakily. “Where’s my fuckin’ phone?” She mumbled, tossing the covers back. She opened drawers, making a mess.

Jameson finally forced himself out of his stupor and followed her around the room, stupidly picking up things she tossed aside. “Mani, please…” he muttered, torn between his desire to make this easier for her and the need to soak up every minute he had left with her. “Imani, stop! Fuck! This is how it ends? You can’t sit down with me and talk about it?”

His voice stopped her in her tracks, breaking him from her shock. Her cheeks were stained with her tears. She knew he had never seen her like this before. “I can’t do this, Jameson! I have t-to go. I can’t say goodbye to you! I don’t want to say goodbye to you.”

“When you leave…that’s goodbye.” he said softly. “That’s it, baby. So why not just…say everything you need to say. Let me hold you. And then – then that’s it.”

She shook her head, sniffing. Imani sat down on the bed. She sobbed, “I’m not ready to say goodbye to you…that makes — that makes everything harder.”

Jameson watched her breakdown, alarmed because it didn’t matter what he did – he couldn’t fix it. He couldn’t make this simple and easy for her. How could it be that they loved each other enough to not want to let go…but that was the exact thing they needed?

He kneeled in front of her, his hands framing her face. “Okay. So we don’t say goodbye. What about…what about space? Just space? Hmm? It means one day. Just not now.”

Imani paused, looking away. “Space.” She sniffed. “Ye-yeah, we can call it that.”

He didn’t let hope fill his chest. It didn’t matter what they called it, she didn’t believe in them anymore. He couldn’t blame her. She had plenty of reasons not to. But she seemed to need to say they were going to hold on to each other. “Space.” Jameson repeated, blinking away his own tears. “I can help you find your phone but I…I bought you something for Christmas. I want to give it to you before you go. Can I?”

She wiped her eyes, sighing loudly. “Yes. You can give it to me.”

He felt if he got up, she’d disappear from right in front of him. Still, he rose from his knees and moved to the closet. He was a single man in a lonely ass house. Decorating wasn’t his forte or his interest so he hadn’t put up a tree. Instead, her gifts were expertly wrapped and waiting in his closet.

The rectangular present contained two gifts inside it. One was a letter he’d written before…well, before his world fell apart. She had stopped talking to him but he never really thought things would be over. Maybe the letter would be some comfort to her but he knew there was none for him.

“I uh – I pulled this together a few weeks ago. After everything happened. I wanted you to know I was sorry and that…That I love you.” Jameson told her when he emerged with the box in his hand. “You can open it at home.”

If she opened in front of him, he’d fall apart. He’d beg her to stay. And he couldn’t afford to do that.

Imani watched him with wary, red eyes. When she reached to take the box, they both gazed at the fancy wrapper. Everything had changed. A break was a break. They wouldn’t be able to make each other smile anymore. They wouldn’t have those annoying long phone conversations in the middle of the night. But she also knew he would make her cry less. She would be less agitated at the inconsiderate way he behaved. 

Imani knew some time without Jameson would be good for her. But she didn’t want what was good. She wanted him. 

“Jamie, I…” she began before stopping abruptly. Her throat practically closed on her when she tried to say anything like goodbye. The way he kept looking at her like he’d never see her again brought the anxiety right back to her chest. She jumped up, swiping at her eyes quickly. “I’ll see you when I see you.” Imani said quickly, ignoring the way he didn’t take his eyes off her as she moved. 

“I love you, Imani.”

He chose his final words with precision. Imani stumbled over the dress she wore the night before, caught off guard. When she glanced down, she saw her phone had been hiding underneath the fabric. She wasted no time snatching the device up and calling for her driver as she left him standing in the middle of his bedroom.

All he had left was a dress and some memories. 

All she had left was a wrapped gift and a stomach full of nervous regrets.

Imani thought she would be okay once she left his house. She thought that she would realize she was making the right decision. But she couldn’t break away from that sinking feeling of regret. It was like quicksand underneath her. Was she making the right decision? The question plagued her mind as she rode in the SUV. It only sickened her more when she was by herself. She sat on the couch curled up in a ball. The sounds of some random HBO show bounced off the walls along with her sobs. 

Imani wanted to call him. She couldn’t live like this. But she refused to give in. She couldn’t. She made her choice and she couldn’t go back. It was better for both of them. At least that’s what she convinced herself. 

Instead of dialing his number, she sat on her couch, staring at the boxed gift, which had become a box of torture. She was scared to open it. Imani had done enough feeling for today. She was tired and didn’t want to feel anything anymore. 

Yet she hadn’t looked away from that damn box since she got it for him. She sighed softly, knowing the only way she would be able to get over this is if she got through it. 

She sat up. Imani picked up the nicely wrapped box. Her hands were trembling as she opened it. There was a small box with a ring and two pieces of paper inside. One of them was a deed with her name on it to some land in Los Angeles. The other was a letter addressed to her. She picked up the letter. The tears already started to fall as she read her name. 

Each word it felt like it chipped away at what sanity she had left. She read it over and over again. To the point that her sobs became uncontrollable. Her breath became shallow and her vision was clouded with tears. She felt like she was drowning and the one person she wanted to call to save her was out of reach.

 It was time she saved herself.

The knock at the door and ringing of his doorbell barely registered over the haze of whiskey and regret clouding Jameson’s mind. He stumbled to answer it, kicking over a bottle he'd finished off last night. He damn near fell down the stairs. With a last second grasp onto the banister, he saved himself from falling. Squinting against the harsh sunlight, he managed to make it to the front door. There stood a man he didn't know with a package. "Mr. Lucas?" he asked.

Jameson nodded slowly, unfazed when he was handed a small, neatly wrapped package with a letter. He mumbled something polite and signed for it without any questions. He didn’t give a damn what it was, he just wanted to be left alone.

Then just as he wanted, the stranger was gone.

He stood there for a moment, the little package heavy in his hand. The handwriting on the envelope containing the letter was unmistakable. It was hers. 

Jameson quickly closed the door, stumbling to his couch. His movements were sluggish and uncoordinated, the alcohol from the past few days catching up to him, but he wanted to open the damn thing very badly.

His hands shook as he tore the paper, the sound of ripping edges too loud in the quiet room. Beneath the wrapping was a sleek black box. He opened it with unsteady fingers, his breath hitching when he saw what was inside.

A watch.

He lifted it from the box, gazing at it in appreciation. The design was understated and elegant, the kind of thing he wouldn’t have picked for himself. He turned it over and saw a date – and immediately knew what it was. Jan. 28, 2020. The day they met.

He immediately put the watch down and tore open the letter she sent, reading it with greedy eyes. Each word hit him hard in the chest. He blinked quickly, vision blurring the more he went on. He read it over and over before carefully placing the letter onto his table and then picking up the watch again.

His breathing was short, choppy as he tried to calm himself down. He was grieving her all over again. The tears he wouldn’t let himself cry for days finally came down. Jameson couldn’t even be ashamed about it. Besides, he was all alone. Who could see him?

Placing the watch on his wrist, Jameson put it on. He adjusted the band, making sure it looked just right, all the while thinking of Imani. Every word in her letter and every word she uttered the last time he got to wrap her in his arms. He had thrown it all away.

The watch was a reminder. Not a sense of hope – even though her letter had been sweet and encouraging. This was a punishment.

Jameson closed his eyes, lifting his hand to roughly clear his eyes and dry his face. His heart ached and he was already tired of feeling it. He rose from the couch, slowly walking back up the stairs to his unfinished bottle of whiskey and a bed where he couldn’t quite escape the smell of vanilla no matter how many times he washed his sheets.