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brattyspence · 2 days ago

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nothing matters | s.reid

summary: when reader catches her boyfriend cheating, she��s quick to run right back to spencer, even if she once swore she’d never do it again. he just has a way of making her forget about her troubles.( loosely based on lyrics of ‘Nothing Matters’ by The Last Dinner Party)

tags/warnings: pure fucking filth (at least for me), fem!reader, afab!reader, soft dom!spencer, lowkey asshole spencer, reader makes bad decisions and is aware of it, situationship, reader gets cheated on, minimal foreplay bc reader is horny af.

a/n: um. so. about that.

word count: 1.7k

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"And you can hold me like he held her,

And I will fuck you like nothing matters."

Getting involved with Spencer was more complicated than you’d hoped.

It had started as mindless sex. It was no secret that your job was stressful, and you both lacked the time and emotional availability to truly maintain a relationship. Still, after spending days running around and chipping away at a case, it seemed that the only real way you could unwind was by getting in his bed.

There were logical explanations for why the sex was so, so good. You both understood what the other had gone through each day, and the way that each case would sit heavy on your minds. Spencer was keenly aware that you were not in the mood to talk when you got home. What you really wanted was to turn off any part of your brain that could think, and let him rearrange your guts until you were too tired to remember any of the details of the day.

The arrangement worked until it didn’t.

You’d met someone else; someone you believed could give you everything you wanted in a relationship, and quickly called things off with Spencer. The friendship you’d once shared had crashed and burned in an instant. Spencer couldn’t understand why you thought you would suddenly be capable of a relationship with someone else, and this only fueled the growing frustration you’d had with him.

Recently, you were seated across from one another on the jet, your feet tucked up under you on the seat, boots kicked off and strewn somewhere under you. You were engrossed in something, reading texts on your phone with narrowed eyes.

“You okay?” he asked. He flipped a page of his book, looking up for a moment.

“Yeah.” You nodded, eyes lingering on the device for a moment longer than he’d have liked. “Boyfriend. It’s nothing.”

“Is everything…alright?”

You nodded, chewing the inside of your lip. “Yeah.”

Spencer couldn’t figure out why you stayed with him. Even if he didn’t know the extent of the situation, it was clear you were unhappy. It wasn’t something you’d ever been too careful to disguise. He couldn’t seem to figure out why you’d never pull the trigger and admit you were wrong. Part of him was convinced you were holding on out of spite.

“You always avoid that question,” he noted.

“I said ‘yeah’. I answered.”

“Hm.” He seemed to hold your gaze for a moment before picking up his own book again.

“Spencer,” you replied, your tone biting. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” He didn’t look up when he spoke this time.

“Judging.”

“Not judging,” he replies. “Just waiting for you to admit you were wrong.”

Now, here you were, standing in the doorway to your own apartment, keys in hand, watching the reality of your impulsive decision unfold right in front of you. Another woman in your apartment, in your bed, with the same man who had promised to treat you better.

All rational thought seemed to escape you in an instant. Before you had time to process, you were flying through the stairwell and out into the night, your feet carrying you quickly to the one place you swore you’d never be again.

The cold night air didn’t bother you as you hastily made your way through the streets. You weren’t aware of the tingling cold that bit your nose and cheeks, but instead you were so caught up in the rising heat and mix of emotions that were threatening to spill through your tear ducts and onto your face.

Within the next ten minutes, you were standing outside his door, rocking on the balls of your feet. You only had to knock once before the door opened. Suddenly, the intense quiet of the street behind you seemed to be all too loud.

Spencer looked you over once, that same smug look on his face.

“So?” he asked. “Tell me I was right.”

“Oh, would you please-”

“I know. I know. Sorry. Come in.”

You crossed the barrier of his doorway with less hesitation than you'd expected.

You watched as he shut the door behind you, the solid clunk of the lock a reminder of the decision you were about to make.

“So… what happened?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I don't want to talk about it.”

He took a step closer, and you tilted your head up to meet his gaze.

“You don’t want to talk at all, do you?”

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head.

“So tell me what you do want.”

He took another step closer, the gap between your bodies becoming increasingly smaller. He knew exactly what you wanted, and he was determined to make you spit it out. You narrowed your eyes at him, annoyed that he had to make everything so difficult for you.

“Drop the attitude,” he said, his voice low. “And use your words.”

You swallowed, bracing yourself for what was to come. You took another breath before finding the right words.

“Spencer,” you breathed. “Will you please just fuck me?”

“Mm,” he hummed. He was already tugging your coat off by the sleeves. “So polite. That's not like you.”

You thought better than to quip another remark back his way this time, instead letting him pull you further into the apartment. You offered no resistance as he guided you through the doorway of his bedroom, spinning you around to catch the foot of the bed against the back of your knees. You let yourself fall against the mattress with an exhale.

You quickly kicked your shoes away, letting them fall to the floor with a thump. Spencer had already climbed over you by the time you settled against the bed. He carefully slipped one hand just below the hem of your shirt, fingertips barely skimming your skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“You ready for these to come off?” He asked, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your jeans.

“Mhm,” you nodded, quickly tugging the button undone.

“Eager,” he chuckled, pushing your hand away. “I got it. Relax.”

You watched as he undid the button with practiced ease, then quickly tugging away your jeans entirely to discard somewhere on the floor. With one hand holding his weight over you, the other continued its path up your side, pushing your shirt further up your stomach.

“You sure you want to do this?” He asked.

You knew the implications. Nothing had changed, of course. You'd do this, and things would still be the same. Spencer was adamant about refusing to settle down.

It would hurt tomorrow.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Really sure.”

“You're not gonna regret this?”

You huffed. “Yeah, I’ll regret this. It doesn't matter. I just need you to fuck me..”

“I know,” he replied, settling his hand against your side. “Like nothing matters.”

You nodded again, impatience creeping back into your body. “Now.”

You heard him chuckle softly, and he quickly disappeared from your line of sight. You stared at the ceiling fan as it spun lazily above you, and listened to the soft sound of rustling fabric, anticipation gnawing at your bones. You were quick to lift your hips when he queued you, letting him remove your underwear in one swift movement.

You let him pull you closer to the edge of the bed, his hands sitting firmly over your hipbones.

“Look at you, honey,” he breathed, running a thumb slowly over your core. “Missed me that bad?”

“Oh, shut up,” you groaned. “Just-”

“Is that how we ask for things that we want?” He asked, leaning in.

You sighed. “Please?”

You watched with half lidded eyes as he carefully lined himself up, pushing himself slowly inside of you. He continued rubbing circles against your clit with one thumb, easing the growing ache of need between your legs.

“That's okay?” He asked.

“Mhm,” you nodded. “Please move.”

You weren't quite prepared for how good he would feel after so long apart. The sensation caught you off guard, leaving you unable to control the desperate pleas for “more more more” that spilled from your lips.

“There’s my girl,” he cooed. “So good. I knew you were still in there.”

Spencer moved one hand from its spot gripping your hips, instead tucking it against the back of your neck, anging your head up just enough to force your gaze on him.

“Can you- more, please?”

“More? You sure?”

You nodded, bringing one hand to hold onto his arm. “Mhm. More. Please.”

If the goal was to fuck you until you forgot why you came, he certainly succeeded in that. You squeezed your hand against his arm, holding on for dear life as each thrust pressed you against the mattress a little further.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he breathed. “So, so good, baby.”

Spencer knew exactly where he had you. Your nails were just beginning to dig into his skin with the familiar sting you always left him with. He watched the flush of color in your cheeks slowly darken as the seconds ticked by.

“That’s… please don't stop, Spencer. Please, please, please,” you whined.

“I know,” he replied. “I've got you, baby. You can let go.”

Sure, he'd made you come dozens of times before, but there was something about the circumstance that made today more intense than before. You were only half aware of your body, seemingly lost somewhere between your brain and outer space. By the time you were just beginning to drift back into your body, he was still pressed into you, breath heavy with the aftermath of his own orgasm.

As you lay against the mattress in the minutes following, nothing seemed to be going through your head. This was exactly what you came crawling back to him for.

You felt the soft touch of his hands again as he quickly cleaned you up.

“You feel okay?” He asked, carefully climbing back over you. He pressed one final kiss against your stomach before settling down on the comforter next to you.

“Mhm,” you mumbled. “So good.”

Spencer chuckled, turning his head towards you. “I can't believe you waited for that guy to cheat on you before coming back to me.”

You could have given him a hard time about it, or gotten upset all over again about his lack of willingness to commit. The point was though, you wanted him to fuck you like nothing mattered. That was exactly what you got.

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bonny-kookoo · 3 days ago

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Jungkook

X♡X♡ [SEVEN DAYS] Day 4

You've already won.

Tags/Warnings: Porn with a lot of plot basically, inexperienced!reader, Dom!Jungkook, BDSM themes and elements, discussion of past bad experiences (sexual and general relationships), toys, jk is more dominant in this, NSFW, size kink if you squint, Subspace, a teeny bit of Angst, a little of fluff, brat behavior

Wordcount: 6k

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A/N: screw it i can't hold this back any longer. Sorry if it's disappointing..

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You never really knew that Jungkook is actually a pretty good home-cook.

Obviously, he is no michelin star collector, his chaotic nature bleeding through his every move- but it's still clear that he has skill and a genuine passion for what he’s doing. It feeds, however, also into your own personal observation about him; that while he is a dominant person by nature who enjoys controlling situations to their fullest, he’s also a pleaser. He seems to thrive most the moment you tell him you trust him, when you let him lead or even just seek out physical contact to him. It reminds you of what he told you before.

‘As long as you make me feel wanted, I’ll be just fine.’

“You’re staring.” Jungkook chuckles as he finishes cleaning the dishes from your shared breakfast earlier. There has been some tension between you, and you know he’s waiting for you this time. The training wheels are slowly coming off, and he’s becoming less and less easy on you. It's exciting because you also feel.. like you could challenge him.

And whatever the punishment, you’ll take it.

But no matter what you tried and try, nothing really seems to get a proper reaction out of him. So when you sit in front of him now on the couch that acts as your bed as well for this week, you’re stunned. “What?” You ask, making him repeat his words. You’ve just offered him yourself, told him you want to have proper sex, and instead of taking the chance, he wants to…?

“I said:” He smiles impishly as he speaks, “Get me off without touching me, and I’ll fuck you the way you want.” He repeats his lewd sentence freely as ever, long having shed the shame about the topic.

Well, the task itself isn’t what you didn’t understand. It’s more so, that you don’t understand why it needs to be so difficult? “but- I thought you want this?” You argue weakly, and he nods.

“I do.” He agrees. “that, and so much more. But you also wanted me to stop being so soft with you.” He repeats your request, and in a way, you want to smack your past self for making this so difficult for you now. “also, trust me- it’ll be a lot more interesting this way.” He almost seems to joke, and you can clearly see and feel just how excited he is as well.

Because deep down, you can understand it.

And you’re ready to take on the challenge.

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The entire rest of the day, you attempt to distract him from his placed challenge the best you can. If you can trick him into forgetting his own rules, maybe you can somehow cheat your way to the goal?

Jungkook however sems to have a sixth sense for your antics however. No matter what you do to try and get his attention, his patience never seems to snap. If anything, it just seems to amuse him- and that’s not quite what you were aiming for.

What you also weren’t aiming for was the fact that he could turn your wonderful plans against you in a heartbeat- the remote controlled toy inside you buzzing to life yet again while you went to read something on your phone on the couch. It’s been happening for almost an hour now, randomly- and never enough to really get you off properly.

Your plan was simple; after a bit of research, you read that some guys are really into the controlling part of the toy, but that it would often lead to more than that later on. So you not-so-subtly told Jungkook that you had taken the toy, and not only that- you'd mentioned that you were ‘wearing’ it, too. The look on Jungkook’s face was surprised at first- but quickly shifted, gaze changing as he acknowledged what you had informed him of.

What you didn’t think about, was that Jungkook isn’t just some guy.

He knows how to control himself, and he knows how to control others even better it feels like. A text on your phone makes your skin run hot, as it only displays a simple message.

[Don’t you dare cum.]

It’s not even like he can see you! The buzzing of the toy is a strange rhythm, and you move your hands between your thighs to shift things a bit, when Jungkook’s voice is heard.

“Can’t follow basic instructions when you’re not supervised, huh?” He chuckles, walking into the open kitchen to open the fridge and take out a bottle of soda. “I said don’t cum. Get your hands off your cunt.” He commands before unscrewing the plastic cap and bringing the neck of the bottle towards his lips to drink from it.

For some reason, you do exactly as he says. But the way he said it did not really make your situation any better.

“Not too sure where you were going with this plan of yours-” He teases, as he walks closer to you, bottle still in hand. “-But I’m giving points for creativity.” He chuckles, holding the bottle out for you. “You look thirsty, darling.” He jokes.

You glare at him, trying not to shift in order not to make it worse for yourself. But still, you look at the beverage with a bit of longing- maybe drinking something can help you calm down?

Wrong.

Especially when it’s his hand underneath your chin that holds your face at the right angle to make you drink from the bottle, look in his eyes sharp and devilish to say the least. He’s visibly happy about the clear display of dominance over you, maybe even amused by it? In a way, you don’t care. This side of Jungkook is new, and you feel excitement over the whole ordeal.

Maybe your plan is working?

But as soon as you’re done drinking, he reaches into the pocket of his pants, and turns off the device with a simple tap on his touchscreen.

“Take it out, princess.” He says, nodding towards your legs.

You stare, and wait.

“Too hard to follow?” He asks you in fake worry. “Okay, simpler terms then. Get up.” He waves his hand up, and your legs seem to move for a second without your command- making you embarrassed, before you roll your eyes and still follow his request. Standing in front of him, he nods, before he taps at your hips. “Strip.” He tells you as a next step, and you almost stubbornly kick off your shorts. “Strip further, baby.” He emphasizes, but there’s a dangerous undertone to it.

You’re testing a limit.

You slowly move to push your panties off your legs- fabric clinging to your wet folds for a second before it falls to your feet. Much to your surprise however, Jungkook gets to his knees right in front of your exposed legs- before he taps your thighs on the inside- a silent command to part your legs.

This is an oddly embarrassing position to be in. Strangely. Because technically, he’s seen it all- so why does this make you feel so.. Small?

Maybe it’s his gaze. Maybe it’s the fact that despite being in a lower position, he still controls the situation. Or maybe it’s just because it’s him.

His fingers pull on the tail of the toy that’s still outside, making your core clench involuntarily. “No.” Jungkook lowly warns. “Give it up.” He commands, and you want to look away from the scene so badly as you relax your muscles- toy finally slipping out, hanging warm and wet from Jungkook’s fingers that still hold onto the tail end of it.

You feel empty.

“Go wash up.” He kisses your cheek, tone kind again. “But no fun times in there. I’ll be checking when you come out.” Jungkook warns, and you groan in agony-

Though you have to admit, that it’s kind of fun.

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Its late, and you’re both breathing heavily.

This happened rather spontaneously to be honest- a commercial break having broken your attention to the TV show you were both watching, making Jungkook turn it off entirely before focusing on you instead. After that steamy Makeout session of the two lovers in the show, you’d stolen glances at Jungkook any second you could, stolen orgasms from the entire early day still leaving you unsatisfied and hungry for any kind of release.

And it did not go unnoticed.

Maybe it's been tough on him too, because it feels as if he can’t undress you fast enough- hands struggling with the clasp of your bra in the back for a moment, before he groans in anger about it, and just pushes the whole garment up to reveal your chest to him, fabric pulled over your head in it’s entirety. He’s hungry, clearly so- but you’re struggling on your end, despite the misery.

This is what you wanted. Something soft, slow, romantic. But right now, all it does is cause you frustration.

And you wonder why.

Did he taint you so much that you’re now forever stained with the way he does things, so much so that you’ll forever seek what he’s offered? Has he ruined you to the point of no return, that no ‘normal’ form of bedroom love can fulfill your needs any longer? This is what you had wanted at the start- something calm, casual, something you know. But for some reason, there’s something awoken inside you that makes you yearn for his touch to be more demanding, more exciting, more enticing than this. Have you gone mad?

Or are you simply not seeing the bigger picture?

His lips on your skin are sensual, warm but not hot, gentle, caring, affectionate. His hands never grab too hard, only brush over you, map out your body as if he needs to remind himself of every curve you have.

You want more. Need more. This is too slow. Or is it?

His tongue over your chest makes your breath hitch, back arching off the mattress as he gently bites your hardened bud, pulling it a little, always teasing, never going rough. You never imagined you’d want more than that, but there’s this sudden need to be absolutely ruined by him.

And that’s somehow exactly what he’s doing.

His hand only occasionally finds its way between your legs to spread around your leaking arousal, even sometimes taunting you by using it to cover his bare length in it, hand only slowly moving to close around it in a fist, hips thrusting into his hand, a mere glimpse offered at what he could be giving you.

You know he’s warm. Heavy, and thick. More than the toy could’ve offered you last time. You want him, as deep as he can go.

Your brain is filled with the most obscene visuals of his cum leaking out of you, filling you up until there’s no space for anything else. It’s as if you’ve gone rabid, head no longer functioning, only instincts left and the need for that very specific pleasure only he can offer you.

You’re a slave to his touch, and you’re not even upset about it.

“Nuh-uh.” He chuckles, as you try and reach for him. “Patience.” He scolds softly.

“Please-!” You whine, but its not working at all as he leans over you, his cock rubbing over your stomach, way to far away from where you need him most. “jungkook-“

“You sound so sweet when you beg.” He purrs, licks and bites at your neck, kisses placed with meaning behind them. “I think I could cum just from this.” He chuckles. “Can you?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“Need you..” you whine.

“You have me.” Jungkook reassures you. “I’m right here.” He offers, but you reach out to touch him, this time trying to keep your self control, only letting your fingers run over his abdomen. “Such a good girl. Following rules so well.” He tells you with amusement in his tone.

It’s the rule, after all. You’re allowed to touch, to feel, to move. Just not there.

You’ll have to get creative if you want to get him off without touching him at all. Because if you do- you win. And the grand prize will be what you’ve begun to anticipate with eagerness and excitement, and no more fear.

Because it’s Jungkook.

And you’re starting to no longer think you’re falling in love with him-

But believe in it.

Suddenly, there is an idea in your head. Jungkook had made the mistake of not making the rules too clear- which means that you’ve got a bit of room to play with, as you collect your thoughts and form a new plan. He’s clearly more than just aroused, tip leaking onto your lower stomach, and that alone offers you an opportunity.

He spots the way your gaze changes instantly. Like something awoken inside you, the you that’s looking at him is no longer unsure or worried or holding back.

Your hands move between your legs, to spread your own arousal over the inside of your thighs, just for your legs to close up, and lift to be pushed towards your body- closing up on the very tip of his, and he gets the message crystal clear.

A smirk finds its way over his lips, as your hands reach for his hips.

“You want me to fuck your thighs, huh?” He chuckles, leaning in, accepting the offer seemingly and making your blood rush in your veins. You found it. You solved the problem. “cute.” He says, kissing your neck-

“But I said get me off, not make me do it myself.”

Your whole world crashes down as you realize the fatal flaw in your plan, leaving you at square one again. The frustration builds, making you whine for a moment before you snap- pushing at his chest to make him switch positions with you, his body now beneath yours. You’re not sure what to do now, a bit uncertain again as you feel too responsible in this position.

How’re you supposed to solve this?

Meanwhile Jungkook, beneath you, is mesmerized.

You know that the easy way out would be to simply jump over the rules, or give up- two options you probably would’ve made use of days prior without the experiences you’ve collected until now. But you’re following what he said, always staying on the road he set up for you, only ever looking at other ways possible, but you never dare to go against his orders.

So obedient. But what’s most amazing to him about it, is that you freely choose to be.

He’s been giving you options to take the lead left and right, but you willingly let him control you and the scene. The amount of trust you put in him makes him feel high almost, and it’s not just the fact that he’s feeling the ‘rush’ of somehow ‘corrupting’ you in any way. This isn’t just something that he feels because you play into his fantasies.

This is way more than that.

Suddenly, your body loses all tension, as you lean down on him, openly seeking his help without even asking. “A bit of a tough challenge, hm?” he reassures you, and you nod, stubborn as you sit back on his thighs, still unsure what you’re supposed to do. You’re not as adventurous as him, you don’t yet have this big collection of fantasies yet. So, in a way, he had expected this outcome- making him not even surprised, nor disappointed.

He could never be disappointed in you.

“Tell me what to do.” You request, and he watches you for a good second or two. Oh he definitely has more than a handful of ideas blossoming in his mind about what he’d love for you to do- but small steps, for now.

“I already told you, though.” He almost teases, not bowing down this easily. He’s not that quick to break under your doll-like eyes, he doesn’t falter at the way you lick your lips this quickly.

Suddenly, your gaze changes. You have an idea, and he’s curious to see it.

You remember one crucial thing about him he’s always made sure to emphasize; he doesn’t need much to come undone. Sex isn’t as straight forward with him as it is with others- some you simply need to think outside the box, and try seeing it from a different perspective. What makes him shiver? What made him sigh out in pleasure last time? What could potentially make him weak? And then it hits you.

Its right there. Right in front of you; and you simply failed to see it.

“What is it?” He asks, and you take a shuddering breath as you prepare yourself to be brave for once, before you say it.

“I don’t like this.”

Your eyes are closed, and you feel terrible for a good couple of seconds- because while it is an admission you knew you had to make, it still makes you feel incompetent and like a looser. You ruined the moment and failed his game, and not only that- you had to admit that this might just be too much for you. But this feeling doesn’t last long, because soon enough his hands hold your face to lift it towards him, your gaze finding his as he looks at you with what can only be described as pride.

“there we go.”

He needs you to understand exactly this. He needs you to feel safe, and not just in a simple way. You need to feel 100% comfortable before you can begin to rely on him to the point he so desperately wishes you would- and it looks like you’re beginning to understand this.

“That’s all it took baby.” He smiles encouragingly, hands moving to run over your skin, before he moves you to lay down on your back again. “I need you to say what you think. I want to know all your thoughts.” He almost whispers before he brings his lips down on your neck, still so careful with you.

“Jungkook-“ you sigh out, before you look at him. “-I think I can.” You spill out, unable to keep it in anymore- because if he wants to know all your thoughts, he should know this one too, as delicate as it is still.

“Can what?” He wonders, looking down at you from his position above your body.

“I think I can love you.”

The implications of this sentence are massive- because it finally gives him the feedback he was hoping to find. You want him, in every way, and it finally gives him the last push of confidence to really let you in. Now he can fully commit himself, try his hardest to make this work, because even if it doesn’t end up the way you both are hoping for, he knows that you at least want this.

You want more than sex.

You want him.

His kisses are of an entirely different nature now as he devours your soul it feels like, and this sudden display of clear vulnerability makes you feel like you’re leaving something heavy behind you. Like a backpack dropped from your shoulders, your hands no longer move in a shy way- instead they reach out to him with comfort in mind, wanting to touch him with just as much care as he’s offered you these past few days.

He deserves it.

And he feels the change in you. Your whole body behaves just a little differently now, legs pulling his own closer without hesitation as you suddenly giggle out even, drunk off of him. “Did I fail?” You ask, and he shakes his head, hand grabbing at your flesh.

“No.” He denies, out of breath. “I’m changing the rules.” He decides, leaning back a bit to let you breathe, just to witness the sight of you moving your arms up to stretch even, back arching towards him, innocently teasing.

“Can you just do that?” You challenge, and he leans his head to the side a bit, looking down at you with the eyes of something similar to a demon in disguise.

“I can.” He affirms. “And I say fuck the rules.” He states towards you.

He knows you’re on the very edge of something you yourself are completely unaware of- and he wants to see it, craves to witness it at it’s fullest. This will test whether or not you truly can be what you told him you can’t, and what he believes slumbers deep inside of you.

When he turns onto his back, and maneuvers you to sit atop of him, you’re a bit unsure- but you trust him. You want to rely on him- not just in terms of sex.

But it all starts here.

“Take as much as you like-” He reassures you with hands on your thighs. “-this isn’t a challenge.” Jungkook clears up one last time for you. “You can’t fail this. You can only win.”

And you understand. For once, you understand exactly what he’s talking about.

It’s quite different from the toy he’s pushed inside you before- the warmth that radiates off of him feels as if it’s burning you, even though it’s not. He’s slick from your own arousal and his just as much- making it easy for the head of his length to push right in. The stretch however is different- it's a lot less harsh, more welcoming this time around, as you slowly move yourself to your first stop. Your legs are trembling, but not from fear- it's excitement. Anticipation.

You can only win.

You already did, didn’t you?

You rest yourself forward on top of him, your own lips now mindlessly kissing his neck, hands holding onto whatever you can get to. His own arms wrap comfortably around your back as you gently rock yourself on what little you have already fit- unbeknownst to you taking him just a little deeper each time. But all the way through this process, your head starts to spin almost- not as if you’re dizzy, no. This feeling is strange, as if your own bodyweight suddenly doesn’t matter any longer. You’re made of nothing but air, muscles having no tension, mind clear of any real thought.

Your head was never this empty and blissfull at the same time.

You don’t even realize the mark you leave in the crook of his neck, as you become a little eager- bringing yourself down on him quite a bit, drunk off of whatever this is. You decide that you want to explore this high to it’s fullest, leaving your body to the hold of his arms, relaxed in the comfort of the fact that he will take good care of it while you leave it behind.

And then, you feel it.

There’s nothing more to take, and you’re full of him- not just physically. All your thoughts include him, his name leaving your lips in a sigh. You can’t see it through your glossed over and hazy gaze, but he can-and he wants to burn this into his mind forever.

“Move, baby.”

It’s like he’s commanding your body for you instead of you making the decision to do so- and it’s an odd feeling, but not unwanted. Like you’re nothing but a spectator able to feel what’s happening, you can just lay back and let yourself be played like an instrument made by the most talented craftsmen the world has ever seen. His grip is strong, especially when he holds onto your waist, silently commanding your pace, and you can’t help but let your eyes roll back before you close them and hold onto him.

Like waves shaking your body back and forth, you’re drowning. But it’s not unpleasant, because he makes you able to breathe amongst the waters.

You don’t even realize that the slippery sounds of your bodies should be embarrassing to you- instead, you aim for more, grabbing onto some of your strings to puppeteer your body alongside him, testing if he lets you. And he does, welcoming you to play alongside him, though he’s clear on the exact song he wants you to perform this time.

You want more- but you trust that he knows what’s best for you.

“I.. I wan-” You slur, and he understands even those broken bits of language, smiling brightly as he rolls his own hips into you, pushing you towards him in the sudden movement. It makes you laugh, before you cry out in pleasure, his pace sending you over the edge-

But he doesn’t stop. And neither do you want him to.

You both part for just a moment, before he has your back against his chest, length guided inside you one more time for a better angle as his hands grip your chest. He bites this time- teeth leaving a mark on your shoulder and neck as he almost growls it sounds like, while his hips set a pace for himself, your thighs shaking from both the exhaustion and pleasure running through you, one of your legs hooked over his forearm to keep you open for him. You come undone a second time, and it feels as if it’s happening somewhere else, before he slips out- at first something you believe might be a mistake, but it’s clearly not.

It was intentional, calculated. Controlled.

The way his cock is now running through your folds with the help of your slick after he's let go of your leg is completely wiping your head clear- you can’t hear yourself whining for nothing in particular while he chases his high between your thighs, hand of yours reaching for him but the action is denied. He instead holds your wrists above your head, while the other keeps your hips close to him, body shuddering from the orgasm rushing through you-

And then, he slows down.

Slowly, the cotton wool in your ear leaves, and you get to hear the pleasure filled moans of the man behind you, the sound of his length moving through your soaked thighs and cunt, and your own breathing and heart beating. You feel the exhaustion, the way your fingertips are cold now, and yet, you don't want the control back yet.

Luckily for you, Jungkook holds you, easily. You can trust him after all.

The sight of your thighs covered in both your own release and his cum, some of it still trickling down the pulsating head poking through, is something that would’ve made you shy, days prior. It’s dirty, and something you never thought you’d find.. Romantic.

But you do. In an odd way.

“You wanna stay like this baby?” He asks, and you drunkenly nod, making him chuckle. “Alright. But only for a bit.” He gently whispers, while you try and collect yourself.

It’s like two sides of you are fighting. One is the you you’ve come to know all your life- trying to get back into control over your body and consciousness. The other is a stranger, trying to tell you it’s alright to let this be for a moment longer.

And maybe that stranger is right.

When he moves you both into the bath, water rushing in, you’re still hazy. You can barely articulate yourself, but he doesn’t seem to care about that whatsoever- nor does he look alarmed. He most likely knows exactly what’s going on with you, and manages it perfectly just like always. And even if not, you wouldn’t be able to tell anyways- nor would you really care.

A dangerous state of mind.

But you feel no fear.

You’re clinging to him during the entirety of the clean-up process, including the time he needs to set the bed again, disposing the soiled sheets and blankets in exchange for new ones. You’re attached to him the second he lays in the new blankets with you, smell of detergent and his bodywash surrounding you. And you’re even more eager for any touch and praise he sends your way, bathing in the afterglow of whatever you just experienced.

All while he’s just as much in heaven as you are.

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When you wake up, the first thing you notice is how much your muscles ache- especially your legs.

As if you’ve run a marathon, your legs feel like rubber the moment you try and turn around- but it’s also made difficult by the man and his heavy arm around your body. Jungkook is still sound asleep, softly snoring close to you as he recovers from what happened hours prior. You don’t even know why you’re awake, until you dig into your memories.

They feel like you’ve watched a movie. As if it wasn’t you who experienced it.

But it was, and whatever it was what you were feeling, you can’t help but feel intrigued by it. When you turn in his arms he moves as well- first only burying himself closer to you, before his breathing changes, and eyes open. They find yours in the dark of the room, barely illuminated by the now setting sun dipping the entire room in an orange glow.

“Hey.”

That’s all you can really think of, and it makes him laugh sleepily into your chest, causing you to giggle as well.

“Hey.” He returns. He looks cute like this.

“Go back to sleep.” You almost tease, but he shakes his head, yawns and moves a bit to properly look at you.

“How do you feel?” He questions, a hand reaching out to move the blanket back over your shoulder, before it disappears beneath it, seeking out the bare skin of your waist beneath your pajama shirt.

“Sore.” You admit. He laughs.

“I can imagine.” He sympathizes. “Proved you wrong though.” He teases, and you nod.

“I’m glad you did.”

There’s a heavy silence for a good moment, where neither of you really know what to say- and it’s only broken when he decides on the easier topic for now, something you’re glad about. “I’m sure you wonder what.. Happened to you.” He says, and you nod.

“It felt as if I was high.” You describe. “Drunk, but not feeling sick. Like.. One of those out-of-body experiences some people talk about.” You try and picture it to him, and he nods.

“It’s called Subspace.” Jungkook explains. “It’s when.. Well, a headspace a lot of submissives fall into during scenes. Especially when all the conditions align perfectly.” He tells you. “It’s one of the biggest compliments to people like me.”

“Why?” You question.

“Because it’s the ultimate display of trust.” Jungkook offers you. “You need to feel.. Relaxed, and perfectly safe and comfortable with me to be able to let go like that. Just a moment of uncertainty, and you’re unable to slip.”

“To be honest, it felt entirely out of my control.” You respond. “I don’t think I really made a conscious choice to.. Slip.” You repeat the term that he used.

“I know.” He nods. “Some can control it, others, especially new subs, can’t. They need those conditions and a good amount of guidance. And.. Their subspace is fragile, too.” He emphasizes. “One mistake from my side, and you’re falling.” He warns.

“So, I could.. Drop, like in the shower a few days ago?” You ask, and he nods.

“Yeah.” He agrees. “But it’s more complicated, because it’s harder to comfort a person who slips in a mindset where they’re not in full control of themselves. They can’t think rationally, and are more often than not scared of the person who made them drop.” He describes, and there’s an odd look in his eyes.

You’re careful with your next words. But you need to know.

“Has that.. Ever happened to you?”

He nods. You feel your heart constrict.

“It’s a truly terrible feeling.” He sighs. “I won’t sugarcoat it. It’s not forever- but in that moment, you’ll hate me. In it’s purest form.” Jungkook tells you. “I remember how much I despised Yoongi that day. It was as if I felt every negative emotion by just looking at him. But I couldn’t help it. Not until I finally snapped out of it.” He recounts the events.

“Do you still hate him?” You wonder, but he shakes his head, laughs even. It makes you feel better.

“No, absolutely not. I understand it now.” He replies. “But when you’re in that state, you’re.. Running on default settings. You’re not capable of complicated thoughts like trying to see things from another perspective. In hindsight, it wasn’t even his fault it happened. Simply bad timing.” He shrugs. “Which is why I’m so careful with you. I know you need to experience certain things- but I don’t want you to go through things you don’t have to.”

“Do you think.. That day, as bad as it was, made you a better guy at this?” You ask, and he nods.

“It did.” He agrees. “How did you feel?” He wonders, and you shift a bit to get more comfortable, before you remember your situation.

“Weightless.” You describe. “Like I was.. Just existing. It was fun- exciting, but also strangely relaxing.” You tell him.

“You looked very pretty to me, you know?” He states, and you laugh. “No, really. That look in your eyes was something I’ll never forget.”

“Jungkook?” You ask, and he nods, looking at you. “... I think I might be..” You swallow your pride for a second before you say it. “..I might be falling in love with you.”

There’s silence again.

You can hear the clock in his open kitchen faintly ticking away, the fridge buzzing. Outside the window, there’s a car honking, and a water bottle near the window cracks as the plastic bends from the temperature difference. A soft rushing sound is also there- rain, probably, being thrown against the glass of the window by the wind outside.

And then, he speaks.

“I’m glad.” He just says with the brightest smile you've ever awen on his face, while you look at him both surprised and a little confused. But he only leans forwards, and presses a gentle kiss against your lips.

“I already did.”

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #bts jungkook fanfic #bts smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts jungkook x reader #dom jungkook

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genderqueerdykes · 3 days ago

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i feel like butch has become a term that is just sexual to a lot of people in the lesbian community and it kind of makes me question whether or not the label's right for me. im ace and a minor and i hate the oversexualization of "butch", considering so many of the posts i see about being butch is about strap-ons or sexual dominance (and obviously nothing against butches who do define that as a big part of themselves, i just wish it wasn't all that people see to being butch). i really do like the label, but this kind of stuff just makes me wonder whether i actually am butch, yk?

that just saddens me deeply, i'm so sorry to hear that SO many people are treating it like this, but you're not alone in noticing this. literally any and every time i try to go into butch tags, it's all sexual. it's all about sex and being tops and doms and using strap ons. it's so exhausting

what makes this even more annoying is that people will criticize you for using high femme or stone butch in a nonsexual fashion, but then sexualize the hell out of butch when that's supposed to be a catchall term. it's like... are all lesbian terms about sex and only sex at this point? i understand that lesbian is an attraction label, but butches and femmes have aspects to their genders that are not related to sexuality.

do people not realize how alienating this is to minors and asexual butches? it's also entitled and creepy. it's not okay. i'm sorry you're seeing people do this. but you are butch no matter what. butch just means queer masculinity. that's all. you don't have to be a sexual being. the fact that people are equating masculinity to sexuality is gross as hell.

#asks #feedback #answers #butch

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thursdayinspace · 3 days ago

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ficlet: wrapped with a bow

@laurencem told me to write Mulder gift-wrapping Scully as his own birthday gift, and I really had nothing else to do tonight. So this is for you, Yeti! You ask, I ignore the state of my apartment and write fic. (I mean, does it really matter whether I clean the bathroom now or tomorrow morning?) This is just a quick little thing, but writing them being silly is so much fun. tagging @today-in-fic

“Scully?” he says, panting and boneless, “Scully? Come up here.”

She lifts her head where she’s kneeling between his legs and wipes her mouth. “Huh?”

“Come up here.” He waves at her limply, his arms heavy, heart still hammering hard in his chest. Are you ready for your first birthday present of the day? she’d asked, slipping between his legs and sucking him off until he was seeing stars. He’d thought he was ready. But good god, he’s amazed she didn’t transport him straight to the afterlife. In fact, he’s not quite sure that this isn’t the afterlife. And if it is… He squeezes his eyes closed. Holy fucking shit, what a way to go.

She stretches out next to him and he brings up a hand to her face to wipe a last drop of his come from the corner of her mouth. She looks so very pleased with herself and she has every reason. He’ll buy her a trophy. He’ll learn to cross-stitch and make her a little thing to hang up above her side of the bed: Dana Katherine Scully, Birthday Blowjob World Champion.

“So you liked your present?” She grins at him, her lips red and swollen, and he grins back at her.

“I did. I loved it.”

“Good.”

“Better than good.” He puts his arms around her as she rests her head against his shoulder. She cuddles up close to him and if they’d be doing nothing but this for the rest of the day, he would be more than okay with that. But as his heart rate returns to normal and he regains the ability to formulate thoughts beyond ‘Oh dear lord yes’ and ‘I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again,’ he realizes what would make the morning even better. “Hey Scully?”

“Yeah?”

“I was just wondering…”

“What?”

“Is it too late for one more last-minute birthday wish?”

She frowns, propping herself up on one elbow next to him. “That depends entirely on what it is. You know I’ll let you talk me into anything against my better judgment four times out of five, but I’m not going Bigfoot-hunting with you today. The rain’s really coming down out there.”

“Oh, it’s very much an indoor activity,” he promises. “Well, not that it doesn’t work outside. I mean, we have done it outside. And that was pretty fun, actually. But it’s definitely mostly an indoor thing, and I think maybe you could even consider it a gift for both of us, if you think about it. I know you enjoy it too. I was actually planning to give it to you for your birthday in a few months, but that’s the good thing about it, really. It can be gifted over and over, and—”

“Mulder!”

“Yes?”

“You have to—” she starts, and then squeaks as he rolls her over and tackles her to the mattress.

“I’ll even wrap it myself.”

She laughs. “Mulder,” she says again and wiggles underneath him, not really trying to get free. “Mulder, stop it.”

She giggles uncontrollably as he tugs at the bedsheets with one hand and wrestles her underneath. “Sorry,” he says. “I’m usually better at gift wrapping.”

“You’re crazy,” she gasps as he rolls her into a tight blanket burrito so her arms are pinned to her sides. “You’re completely crazy.”

“You love me.”

“I guess there’s not much point in denying that anymore,” she mumbles, face half smushed into the pillow as she’s lying immobilized on her belly, wrapped up nice and tight.

He kneels next to her and tilts his head pensively as he takes in the picture. “Something is missing.”

“Yeah,” she says, trying to blow at a strand of hair that’s clinging to her cheek. “Your sanity.”

“No, that’s not it.” He brushes the offending strand of hair behind her ear, then holds up a finger. “I know. Hold on. Stay just like this and don’t move.”

“Oh, haha, very funny.” She does her best to sound annoyed, but he can see the sparkling in her eyes as he climbs off the bed.

He searches the floor, their clothes in a trail from door to bed where they hastily discarded them last night, and finally picks up his sweater. He jumps back onto the bed, landing on his knees, making her bounce a few inches on the mattress.

“You’re in so much trouble,” she says. “Once I get out of here. So much trouble.”

“It’s my birthday.” He says. “You can’t be mad at me on my birthday.”

She sighs. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

With a triumphant grin, he slides the sweater under her head and ties the sleeves neatly over her forehead. “There.”

“What on earth…?” she asks.

“Every nicely wrapped present needs a bow.”

“You’re not normal, Mulder.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, I suppose. Are you going to unwrap me now?”

He runs a hand over the blanket from her shoulder to her thigh. “Hey, no card?” he asks, doing his best to sound upset. “Where’s the card?”

“Mulder, I swear to god—”

“Okay, okay.” He leans down for a kiss and feels her smiling into it. “I guess I’m ready for my present.”

“I think your present is ready for you too.”

“Are you saying that because you want me to unwrap you or is there something else you had in mind?”

The look she gives him is the one that makes him do whatever she commands without a second thought. “At this point? There’d better be a ‘something else’ after the unwrapping.”

She’s trying so hard to look angry with him and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. “Oh, as often as you want,” he promises. “I swear. Part-time-Bigfoot-hunter’s honor!”

“I’m glad to hear it,” she says dryly.

He unrolls her slowly and carefully, and feels actually, seriously, honest-to-god excited. He feels giddy as he finally pulls the covers off her and watches her lying here, glaring up at him. She’s so beautiful he can barely breathe. “Scully?”

“What now?”

“This is a really good birthday so far.”

“I’m sure it could be even better,” she says, and he kisses her. First her lips. Then the rest of her.

As he lowers his head between her thighs and finally gets his mouth on her, he’s already getting hard again—not surprising, he thinks. Nothing is hotter than getting her off. He lets himself drown in the smell and taste of her, and then she gives him his real present as she arches off the mattress and comes with a cry that makes him happier than any Happy Birthday anyone has ever sung to him.

“Hey,” he says, looking up at her, taking in her flushed face, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes heavily through the aftershocks. “Thank you for my present.”

“Oh god.” She lets her head fall back with a long exhale. “You’re welcome.”

“And I really liked my birthday breakfast.”

She starts laughing and he crawls up the bed, looking at her, high on love and happiness.

“You know, I liked mine too and it’s not even my birthday,” she tells him, then sighs deeply. “There was no coffee though.”

“That’s okay,” he says. “We’ll have a second breakfast.”

“We can have breakfast as many times as you like,” she promises, and he lays down next to her and pulls her into his arms.

She’s his real gift, he knows it down to his bones. More than he deserves. But she tells him she loves him and he’s always been a believer, so he’ll believe this too. And give her as many gifts in return as she wants, whenever she wants. Anything he has to give. It’s all hers already.

#txf #the x files #msr #mulder and scully #poangpals #fic #ficlet #this was fun

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gigglesandfreckles-hp · 1 day ago

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Sneaky Snippets

thanks for the tag @yallthemwitches! here's a snippet from my cruel summer chaos fic (which is jussssst about done!).

James turns toward her on the bench. “I really want to be your friend, Evans.”

Her scepticism flares before she can stop it. “And this has nothing to do with the almost-shagging thing.”

“I mean—” He shrugs, grinning now. “It might have a little to do with the almost-shagging thing. I’m not likely to forget it anytime soon.”

“You must forget it,” she demands, pointing at him. “Immediately.”

He leans closer, grinning wider. “It was the hottest thing of my life, Evans.”

She scoffs. “We didn’t even—”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says quickly. Earnestly. “It was you.”

tagging @apalapucian @tainwho @juniperpyre & uhhh idk anyone who has a snippet to share!

#this was gonna be a long one-shot #but it's almost 50k right now #so multi-chapter it is hahahahaha #jily

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kurogane2512 · 13 hours ago

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Vautour Bleu Birthday 2025

18+ CONTENT

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Vautour Bleu x fem!reader (Chief)

Type: Fluff and smut (long fic, Vautour's real name is used in some places, references to her backstory and event).

I know I'm late 😔 Sorry Vautour but belated happy birthday I love you so much 🥹

Vautour Bleu opened her eyes to the warm rays of the sun falling on her face, accompanied by the dusty wind of WhiteSands clouding her vision. The start of a new day meant many things, for her it was forging new deals and continuing her business no matter what day. She sat up on her bed and stretched her arms with a yawn, drowsiness slowly leaving her body as the scent of her favourite tea and pastry covered her nose. She smiled to herself looking at the neatly arranged tea set and pastry box on her table, along with a bunch of gift-wrapped boxes and packets arranged on the side. Of course, she knew what this meant. Today was that day, after all.

After freshening up, she made her way to the table and poured out the tea before taking a bite from the pastry. The delicate and intense sweet flavour filled her with a sense of joy like no other, her body relaxing to enjoy this brief moment of respite. She looked at the several boxes and packets, having no interest to really open and respond to them. It was going to be the same old things again. Her mind wandered to a distant memory of her past, familiar hazy faces occupying her sight as she recalled what she used to do on this day long ago with her loved ones. Her life was different now and those old pleasures were no more.

She stood up to glance at the gifts briefly, checking out the name cards and accompanying tags to find out their senders. Some officials from the Outland Affairs Agency, some old and regular clients, and others from acquaintances she had small dealings with but were always looking to gain more from her. The content of the gifts didn’t really matter to her. She appreciated them but knew their hidden intentions well- none of them were genuine. As her eyes glided over the boxes, she curiously looked to find something from a particular bureau, from a particular Chief, but found nothing.

“Heh, what am I expecting? This is a trivial matter to her....” she let out a sigh then took a huff from her pipe and let out a cloud of smoke gather her sight.

She then kept all her thoughts aside and went out to go about her day as the enigmatic Vautour Bleu, a shrewd and cunning merchant in the WhiteSands. By afternoon, she had already gone through several business meetings that left her drained and she planned to take a break when a letter arrived from MBCC. She perked up for a moment, becoming curious of the content. However, it was a simple letter reminding her of the meeting scheduled today along with the usual pleasantries.

Vautour shrugged and kept the letter away. By 3pm, it was time for her to head over to the bureau as promised. She boarded the vehicle arranged by you and arrived after 3 hours. She immediately headed to your office and found you waiting outside the door, looking at her with a gentle smile.

“How have you been, Vautour?” you asked.

“I’m well, thank you for asking. How about you? I trust my souvenirs reached you in one piece.”

“Yes, they were beautiful. I had them placed around the building.”

“Wonderful. So, what regulations do I need to abide by today?”

“Not much, you can head to the medical centre for a checkup then come back here to discuss what we agreed in the letters.”

Vautour nodded and was escorted to the medical room while you headed inside your office.

“Nightingale, tell everyone to be prepared. I’ll bring her in an hour.” You spoke in your earpiece.

“Noted, Chief.” Nightingale replied.

You watched Vautour enter the medical room in the surveillance camera then sat on your desk and waited for her to return. The checkup merely took 15 minutes and she was on her way back to your office. You were well prepared on the agendas you had to discuss with her and hoped it wouldn’t take too long; though, knowing her, it would certainly be done quickly and smoothly. Vautour sat in front of you soon after, leisurely leaning on the chair with one leg draped over the other and huffing from her pipe.

“Some desert bandits have been rather rowdy lately, attacking markets and caravans on the move. I can protect my caravan, but the atmosphere in WhiteSands is degrading day by day.” She commented while looking at a report.

“I see....” you couldn’t really assist in any manner when it came to situations like this.

Vautour continued the conversation, asking about the refuges she had sent your way. She was always more enthusiastic to know about Dèsir’s people, still keeping close tabs on them to ensure they were okay. She then gave you some intel on things you had asked her to investigate if possible, and she got you more useful information than you hoped for.

“Hah~ Is there anything more you’d like to discuss?” she remarked as you had finished discussing all the agendas. You looked at your tablet and noted the time then stood up with a smile.

“Would you come with me for a moment? There’s something I want to show you.”

Vautour raised an eyebrow then stood up, “Interesting.... What do you have in store, little Chief?~”

“I hope you’ll like it~”

Curiosity grew in her as she followed you, she didn’t know what to expect. You reached the cafeteria and stood outside the closed door before pressing your earpiece.

“We are here, Nightingale.”

“You can come in, Chief. We are ready.”

You turned around to look at Vautour with a smile then slowly opened the doors. Party poppers erupted as soon as you stepped in, accompanied with sounds of clapping. Vautour’s eyes widened for a moment when she looked at the scene in front of her- the cafeteria was decorated with balloons and frills and in front of her was a table having a familiar looking cake.

“Bon anniversaire, Vautour.” You wished and gestured to bring the cake closer, which Hecate did by pushing the table forward a few steps.

Vautour stared at the scene in silence, feeling quite surprised. The atmosphere and vibe were warm, comforting as she looked over the Sinners gathered around who came to celebrate for her. It reminded her of her past, the buried memories of the simpler days with her family. Yet, she donned her confident smile quickly and walked towards the cake before picking up the knife.

“Gâteau opéra? Oh my, you really know how to appeal to my tastes....” she said with a smile.

She then cut the cake as the Sinners around and you sang the birthday song for her. She couldn’t describe the joy and warmth she felt in her heart at this moment, still appearing composed to you all. Once the cake was cut, many of the Sinners, especially children, came forward to give gifts to her. She again felt overwhelmed receiving such wishes but remained calm and thanked each of them wholeheartedly, even kissing and patting their heads. Afterwards, you came forward carrying a bouquet consisting of an assortment of various flowers you had come to know she liked, the signature ones being datura.

“Happy birthday once again.” You wished while extending the bouquet. Vautour accepted with a smile and gazed at the flowers for a moment then looked at you.

“Mèrci, dear Chief. This was a wonderful surprise, how long ago did you plan this?”

“Ah, it’s our tradition for every Sinner. Either we make special arrangements if there are requests or we do this little celebration. It’s not much since our budget is tight, I tried to include things you like most.”

“I see.... I keep getting impressed by how attentive and caring you are towards us~”

You blushed, “It’s the least I can do. Still, if you have a particular wish then feel free to say. I’ll try to fulfil it as best as I can.”

Vautour smirked, “I’ll keep that in mind~”

When you were almost finished talking with her, Nightingale came to inform that dinner was served and you asked her to escort Vautour to the table.

“Well, shall we dine together? It’d be my pleasure to have you eat with me~” Vautour suggested.

“A-Ah, I’m sorry, I’d love to but there are some matters I have to attend to.”

“Oh, that’s a shame. I hope you can make it up to me some day then~”

“Of course, I promise. I trust you can manage here now, Adjutant?”

“Yes, Chief. You can rest easy.” Nightingale replied.

You took your leave with a smile and one last birthday greeting to Vautour. She gazed at you walk away and couldn’t felt but feel a certain attraction to you, also having some suspicions in her mind. She was not used to being shown such selfless appreciation as she had grown accustomed to dealing with everything in a business manner, always giving back n forth. She enjoyed the feast with everyone, letting herself be relaxed for the moment and relishing the celebration.

After the celebrations were over and she thanked everyone for the wishes, she came to your office to get some answers and clear her suspicions. While she knew you were genuine and different from others, she couldn’t help but feel there was more to this. Old habits die hard, after all. She reached your office door and was about to knock when she heard faint talking sounds from inside, she could make out there was only one voice which belonged to you and concluded you were talking on the phone.

She slightly opened the door and found you standing near the shelf, conversing on your earpiece while going through a file in your hand. She then knocked on the door and you turned around to see her standing at the doorway, seemingly waiting for you. You were about to hold your call when she gestured you to carry on and simply walked in to sit on the sofa, patiently waiting for you to get free. She huffed her pipe and gazed around the office, admiring the sophisticated and professional decorum. Her eyes fell upon certain paintings and statues she had sent you as souvenirs, smiling to herself knowing you placed them in good places.

“Yes, I will send a team to investigate the matter tomorrow. Tonight? I’m sorry but my Sinners also need rest; unless it’s very urgent, I won’t dispatch them at such an hour.” You firmly spoke on the call, making Vautour intrigued at the conversation.

“It is not about protocols; it is about their well-being and health. They are also human beings. If you have issues then I suggest contacting the Public Security Bureau instead.”

Vautour leaned forward and rested her head on her hand, occasionally taking huffs from her pipe.

“You can reach out to the 9th Agency if you want, my decision remains final. Have a good night.”

You finally cut the call with a sigh then turned around to face Vautour.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting. How was the party?”

“No worries, little Chief. The party was great, everything was to my tastes~”

You smiled, “Glad to hear that. Was there something you wanted to talk about right now?”

Vautour nodded and stood up, taking a few steps towards you.

“Something has been on my mind for a while, care to satisfy my inhibition?”

“Of course, what is it?”

You walked closer to her, standing beside the sofa.

“You said organizing such parties for the Sinners is a tradition and that you arrange things according to their likes.”

“Indeed, was something unsatisfactory in the party?”

Vautour gave a small smile, “No, everything was satisfactory. In fact....” she paused and came closer to you, “....too satisfactory.”

You blinked in confusion, “What do you mean....?”

She let out a chuckle then placed her hand on your chest, slyly rubbing it across.

“You said you have a tight budget yet were able to bring a 1-pound opera cake and other Eastside desserts I like, along with all the decorations and gifts the Sinners arranged which I’m sure were mostly paid for by you.... You know how expensive Eastside desserts are, don’t you?~”

“....W-We do have a tight budget but we can arrange this much. I planned out the things in advance to be able to fit in everything, what are you trying to imply?”

“Oh, don’t misunderstand me. I appreciate you doing all this, my suspicions are different. It’s not about how you arranged it, but it’s a matter of.... ‘why’~”

You couldn’t understand what she was getting at, feeling conflicted over her words.

“I.... I still don’t get it. I told you it’s just our tradition for everyone....”

Vautour narrowed her eyes, “Let me get to the point then. What is it that you are trying to get from me by doing this?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “What? Why would you think that....?”

She let out a small laugh, “It is a simple matter, Chief. I appreciate your efforts, but I believe you wish to gain something from me through this. Perhaps, something highly important that you couldn’t ask through normal methods. Am I wrong?”

You furrowed your brows, almost feeling offended at her assumption.

“I wouldn’t do things like this to gain favours, Vautour. What I told you is the absolute truth. You are my Sinner and I will treat you like everyone else. Everyone who gave you gifts and helped in arrangements did it with genuine intentions because they like you and enjoy your company, I did not force anyone. It was an expression of our well-wishes and I’d appreciate it if you don’t jump to such conclusions and undermine their efforts.”

Vautour was a little surprised by your serious and firm reply, realizing she seemingly made you upset. A gentle smile drew on her lips then with a simple push, she made you sit on the sofa and straddled your lap before you could react.

“Is that so? Hehe, seems I offended you by that. I didn’t mean to undermine their efforts, I was simply questioning your intentions....” she slowly cupped your face, “An expression of your well-wishes, you say? Mèrci, I appreciate it. Don’t mind it so much, just a habit of mine to interpret it this way~”

You let out a sigh of relief, “You made me really anxious for a moment there....”

She softly chuckled and wrapped her arms around your neck, gazing at you with a smile. You became nervous and blushed a little then cleared your throat to speak.

“To make such interpretations.... I guess you receive ‘gifts’ in this form a lot.”

She twirled your hair around her fingers, teasingly playing with them.

“Indeed, I cannot say when was the last time I received something so genuine with no ill-intentions or favours aligned.”

You looked at her with a sympathetic look, feeling sad at her words.

“On that note.... do you mind if I ask for something more?”

Her question caught you off-guard, but you were more than willing to accept.

“Sure, anything. There are no obligations between us.”

She smiled more then suddenly pushed you further on the sofa, making you lie on your back. She climbed on top of you and pressed her body to yours, keeping you in place with her weight.

“That wish you spoke about, shall I ask for it now?~”

Your face turned redder at her implication. Her left hand cupped your face and traced a finger along your jaw, smirking at your flustered expression.

“....What do you wish for?”

She leaned slightly closer, “If you satisfy a lady’s heart well enough, she begins to burn for something more..... tangible~”

You could feel Vautour’s breath brush your lips, your eyes fixated on her beautiful face that you’d never seen so close from before. Her words only made you more flustered, your heart racing faster at the situation. Your hands slowly wrapped around her waist, gently holding her.

“So, dear Chief, I wish for.... you. Just for tonight, be mine~” she whispered in a soft hushed tone.

Your lips trembled as you contemplated her words, “Is that all? You can ask for something.... better.”

Vautour chuckled and drew closer, her lips lingering over yours.

“You already gave me everything else. Besides, what makes you think you aren’t the best option I have ever come across, little Chief?~”

You blushed and thought for a moment before nodding with a smile, “Does that mean you’ll be mine as well?~”

Vautour raised an eyebrow in amusement, “Well, a deal works both ways. Although, I’m already quite bound to you as your Sinner~”

“You know that’s different.”

Vautour chuckled, “Indeed.... Then, we have a deal~”

You gazed into each other’s eyes, feeling captivated by her deep blue eyes and the sight of her above you this way. She leaned even closer and finally placed her lips on yours, gently moving them together. Her hand slowly slid up your wrist and traced circles on your palm, her luscious hair cascading over you. She could feel your heartbeat reverb this way, your fingers fidgeting as she teased them with her own.

Her free hand cupped your face and tilted it as she kissed deeper, pulling on your upper lip before grabbing onto your lower one and sucking it. Restrained breaths and small moans resounded between you both, then she moved her lips lower to kiss your chin before pulling back completely. You gazed at each other with uneven breaths, you knew your face was flushed red by now while Vautour looked same as before, except for her smudged lipstick.

“Hmm, a rich taste.... akin to a mille-feuille. I must admit, I do miss having you as my cute little neighbour, the way you used to have your eyes on me all the time, watching my every action was..... adorable~” she husked with a smirk, caressing your cheek and her thumb tracing your lower lip.

“Shall I show you how we kiss in my hometown? I’d love to see your reaction~”

With a gentle pull, she parted your lips and stuck out her tongue while approaching you. You braced yourself as her tongue entered your mouth and lips enveloped yours, kissing you deeply and passionately. The sensation was wildly different from a normal kiss, her tongue explored every corner of your mouth as if searching for a lost relic, to relish in your sweet taste before dancing with yours.

You couldn’t help but moan into her, surprised by the way your tongues rolled together. Your heart raced faster than ever; eyes open wide before becoming hooded due to the hypnotizing sensation of the kiss. Vautour’s eyes remained closed, her movements slow and effortless as if she was used to this, but you didn’t miss the way her hand tightened in your hold and the slight shift of her body to come even deeper.

“Haah.... V-Vautour.... mmh~” your words came out in a muffle, making her open her eyes slightly then becoming narrowed with a mischievous glint.

“Hehe, and you said I should ask for something better? Oh, ma chèrie, having you in this state is a treat itself~”

She was about to kiss you again when you suddenly tightened your hold around her and sat up, making her sit on your lap with her arms locked around your neck.

“Oh my, what’s the hurry? We have all night, don’t we?~”

You smirked then slightly pulled her closer, “Yes, but I had something else in mind.”

She once again became curious and stroked your cheek, “Do enlighten me~”

You slowly dragged your hands up her back, tracing her curves.

“Let me service you tonight, if you don’t mind.”

Vautour couldn’t help but feel surprised, silently pondering for a moment.

“You are really unique, little Chief. Saying such bold words to me.... are you sure you can meet my expectations?~”

You smiled, “You chose me for a reason, didn’t you? Perhaps I’ll even surpass your expectations~”

Her lips curled up in a smirk, “Very well. I’ll look forward to it, little Chief~”

You nodded, “Let’s go to my room.”

Vautour agreed and stood up from you, fixing her dress while you packed up the things on your desk before moving out together. You had barely walked a few steps outside of your office when an idea occurred to you and you stopped her in her tracks then stood beside her.

“What do you have in mind, de-”

Before she could complete her sentence; you placed one arm around her back, careful not to pull her hair, and the other behind her knees then effortlessly picked her up, holding her in your arms bridal style. Of so many things she was prepared for, she didn’t anticipate this and simply stared at you in silence as your faces remained close. She regained her composure quickly afterwards, lazily wrapping her arms around your neck and smirking.

“Oh my, aren’t you charming?~”

You smiled, “Just want to make you feel special.”

The sincerity in your words and the expression on your face surprised her, yet she kept up her calm demeanour. You walked to your room while carrying her the entire way, she simply remained motionless and couldn’t take her eyes off of you. You soon entered your room and kicked it close then were about to place her on the bed when she cupped your face and kissed you, enrapturing your lips with hers. It started as a slow kiss but you were soon devouring each other, tongues mingling and breathy moans exchanging. You walked to the bed this way and sat down on the edge while keeping her in your lap, your bodies pressed closely and continuing to kiss.

Vautour stood up on her knees slightly and deepened the kiss, one hand wrapping around your neck and clenching your collar from the back while the other gripped your shoulder. Her tongue soon slipped in and flicked yours, kissing you with passion. Your hands slowly caressed her curves, tracing the sides with your fingertips. You slid your hands towards her ankles this way and slyly removed her heels, making her smirk against your lips for a brief moment then kissing you again. She then sat down on your lap, completely putting her weight on you.

You placed your hands around her back now; sensually caressing her bare skin underneath the coat, tracing her shoulder blades and the curve of her spine before settling upon her hips. You gave them a gentle squeeze, earning a low moan from her. She pulled back abruptly, biting your lower lip with her eyes hooded and gazing into yours. She was about to say something, perhaps to tease you, but you took her by surprise when you tightened your grip around her and swiftly spun to make her lie down on the bed. Her back hit the mattress with a soft thud, shielded by your hands securely.

“Oh-?! So, you have this assertive side in you, little Chief?~” of course, she still had the mettle to tease you.

You simply smiled and lowered yourself closer to her, “Be glad it’s just assertive, Vautour. You don’t want to see me lose control.”

Vautour raised her eyebrow before extending her arm to cup your face, stroking your cheek with her fingers.

“Perhaps I do? You should let the beast unleash once in a while, dear Chief~”

You chuckled and lightly gripped her held out hand, “I’ll show you some other day. For now....” you paused then pulled her hand away and pinned it down with your own, applying minimal pressure to keep it in place, “....Just rest back and let me love you, okay?~”

Hearing the word ‘love’ sent butterflies in her stomach. Despite your assertive actions, she still felt gentleness in your touch and didn’t move away. In a similar way, you dragged her other hand to the side and pinned it by her wrist too, holding her open for yourself. You gazed at her this way, her shining fluffy hair sprawled over and the subtle rise of her chest as she breathed slightly faster than normal. You lowered yourself further and pressed your lips to her neck, planting tender kisses on her skin.

She sucked in a breath feeling your lips travel around her neck, her eyes hooding at the sensation and breathing becoming faster. Your kisses were soft and delicate, akin to kissing a lover. When you asked to service her tonight, she didn’t think you’d be this gentle and caring. The touch was feather-light, yet sent electrifying sensations in her body. She felt your hands that were pinning her wrists slowly slide up to her palms now before intertwining your fingers in a gentle grip. She could break away anytime, yet the comforting feeling made her stay.

You moved to kiss her other side in a similar manner now, keeping track of her reactions. She was strangely quiet, simply letting out deep breaths. Her own fingers now slowly closed on yours, giving you enough indication that she liked what you were doing. You occasionally licked at some spots and moved lower to her chest, kissing on the exposed part of her breasts. You could feel her body arch for a moment when you kissed between her breasts, but she refrained from giving any more reaction.

Vautour couldn’t describe the sensation she was feeling, her hazy vision glued to the ceiling. Why did such soft touches feel so good to her? Was she really seeing you as her lover at this moment? If she was, then she was going to let it continue for tonight. She pulled her left hand out of your grip rather easily and wrapped it around your head, lacing her fingers through your hair and pressing you further close. She let out a hum when you caressed her breasts, gently fondling them over her dress.

You then released her other hand and moved further down her body, kissing over her clothed belly and abdomen then sitting up between her legs. She anticipated what you’d do, yet you surprised her once again with your next action. You shifted back more and started caressing her feet, sensually rubbing her ankles and calves before placing kisses on her legs. She almost pulled back out of reflex but kept her composure and watched you, eager to see how you’d service her. You kissed up till her knees, her breath almost flinching at the tickling yet loving sensations.

Each touch of your lips on her skin sent shivers in her body, but she continued keeping her unfazed expression and silently watched with a smirk. She watched as you moved past her knees, her fingers clenching the mattress expecting something but you stopped when you reached the hem of her dress and sat up with a smile. She almost felt dumbfounded, betrayed even. Her body heaved with long breaths now, feeling pleasure build up inside her despite such simple touches.

“May I undress you?”

You asked with utmost sincerity, your tone laced with care. She nodded and sat up to let you remove her blue coat followed by the collar. You were about to slide down the straps of her dress when she instead pulled you closer by your collar and started unbuttoning your shirt, smirking to herself.

“Don’t expect to have all the fun, ma chèrie~” she whispered against your lips.

You smirked back and let her remove your shirt then pulling off your undershirt, leaving just your bra on. Before you could do anything else, she pulled you along with her as she laid back down and embraced you in her arms. You let out a yelp of surprise then were silenced as she kissed you passionately, her hands roaming on your back then pressing down, nails clenching your skin. You groaned into the kiss then pulled away with a sigh, gazing at her while panting. Once again, you placed your hands on her dress straps and began sliding them down.

Vautour laid still as her body came into view, simply arching up when you reached down. Her beautiful breasts enthralled you, subconsciously licking your lips at the sight. Soon, you finally pulled off her dress and only left her underwear on. You leaned down to kiss all over her belly then moved up to breasts, capturing them in your palms and gently kneading them. She hummed in pleasure as you moulded them, pressing and squeezing in between.

She bit her lower lip when you attached your mouth to one nipple. She felt your tongue flick over the nub while your lips sucked on it, your hand twirling and pressing her other nipple. She arched up a little when you pinched her nipple with your fingers, followed by grazing your teeth over the one in your mouth. Her hands once again wrapped around your head, tugging your hair strands with her fingers.

“Oh, little Chief, how adorable you look....” she spoke in a breathy tone.

You sucked her breasts more, swirling your tongue around and pulling before releasing with a pop. She whined softly, then watched you go lower until her naval. Your hands grasped the waistband of her panties, your eyes met hers for a moment before sliding them off as well and bringing her complete naked body to view. She looked no less than a model, perhaps even better, like a Goddess. Her soft and fair skin was perfect to the touch, completely unblemished in every crevice. You caressed her inner thighs and gazed at her core, throbbing slightly in front of you. The sight was marvellous, you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

“Rendered speechless already, little Chief? I believe you must have seen this sight many times~”

“No matter how many times, it’s always beautiful~”

Vautour scoffed teasingly, “Why don’t you put that tongue to better use, ma chèrie?~”

“Well....” you placed your arms under her thighs and raised her body slightly, “Be prepared then~”

You lowered between her thighs and gave a small, teasing lick to her clit. She didn’t give a verbal response, but you didn’t miss the slight shake of her legs. You continued further, now licking up long and slow strips across her folds and clit, and your hands gently caressing her inner thighs simultaneously. She barely reacted most of the time, simply taking in deep breaths. You then went faster, licking up her slit before pulling it open and inserting your tongue inside. Her hips bucked in surprise and a breathy moan left her throat before being concealed by her own hand as she bit down on her finger.

You smirked to yourself and realized what she was trying to do, she was reluctant to give in to you and submit. You had the patience to make her lose her mind, you could do it for as long as it took. You pushed your tongue deeper, parting her spongy walls and lapping up her sensitive spots. Your nose bumped against her clit as you increased your pace, lapping her walls faster and more intensely. Her thighs enclosed around your head in response, essentially capturing your face in between and making it harder to move. You tried to look up to see her face but were instead pushed down as she placed her hand on your head and pressed you in further.

You applied some force to spread her legs, but she was adamant in locking your head in. You decided to give up for now and focus on pleasuring her, you could see her face drowned in ecstasy anytime later. With a faster lick and suck, you slurped up her folds drawing out her essence and chasing her release. Your fingers rubbed her clit occasionally, pinching and squeezing right in time with your tongue motions. You could feel her walls tighten around you, and her thighs also closing in further, indicating how close she was. Yet, in all this time, you barely heard any proper moans from her. Vautour’s face was turned to the side, her eyes hooded and body rising with your ministrations. She still covered her mouth and only moaned through deep breaths, her voice coming out restrained and muffled.

“Hn.... C-Chief.....~”

The only time she moaned your name; it was music to your ears. You gave her hips a little push and folded her knees, making her legs rest on your shoulders as you pushed your tongue inside her the deepest possible. Her hand that was placed on top of your head now tugged your hair and pushed your head further down, her body lightly rutting against your held out tongue. Her body arched as she approached her release, her free hand clenched her sheet and she bit down her lower lip. Then, an explosive release washed over her when you stroked her sensitive spot, making her cum on your mouth.

“Aaah.... hah....” she panted out as she came, feeling your tongue religiously lap up her essence like a starved wolf.

Her taste was sickly sweet as you had anticipated, just like all the desserts she loved. You cleaned her up before sitting, licking your lips in a hazy state of mind and relishing her taste. You finally looked at Vautour and found her taking in deep breaths, her fluffy hair covering her face and her body heaving. Still, you missed the look of when she’d came. It seemed as if she was intentionally preventing you from seeing her vulnerable state.

“Are you okay, Vautour?” you asked in a concerned voice and crawled forward then swiped away her hair and cupped her face.

“Yes.... mmh.... that was good.....” she answered in between sighs.

You gazed at her dishevelled state, her messy hair scattered around, sweat glazing her fair skin and her lipstick smudged- everything was perfect and you felt lost in her beauty, even feeling flustered at having made her this way. Vautour placed her hand on your held out one, gently grasping it and looking back into your eyes with a deep emotion bubbling inside her. She leaned into your palm a little, cradling her face and you couldn’t help but lean down to kiss her.

“Say, little Chief....” she husked and placed her other hand on your shoulder then traced a finger down your chest, “.....You have been meeting my needs so well, I assume you have something more to offer?~”

Your face flushed more, realizing her implication.

“O-Of course, if you are not satisfied then I will continue....”

Vautour smiled and slid her finger further down, “Do you happen to have something a little.... intense? Something that feels different?~”

Your mind racked for a moment to ponder what she meant then finally understood.

“Uh, I do have some toys, including a strap-on..... Are you okay with that?” you asked shyly.

Vautour seemed amused and let out a chuckle, “Oh my, quite well-prepared you are to please a woman. I wonder, have there been more affairs of this sort in here, my naughty Chief?~”

You averted your gaze shyly, unable to respond to her. You then stood up from the bed and walked towards your cupboard to fetch the strap-on, she sat up and watched you with intrigue while taking a huff from her pipe. Her mind thought back to the recent happenings, your touch lingering on her skin and the strange feelings she felt. She didn’t know why her heart was beating this way, it wasn’t the rush from just having an orgasm but it was something far deeper. She expected to treat this as a casual affair, just to have a little fun on her birthday. Yet, here she found herself experiencing intimacy like never before.

The wisps of smoke from her pipe clouded her vision as she pondered further back, going down her memory lane. At some point, she used to dream of such simple things. To be able to live with her loved ones while doing painting, gardening and enjoying desserts. Yet, her dream was shattered long ago and buried in the depths of WhiteSands with her loved ones. She may have decided to protect the dreams of others instead of shattering them like her own, even if it meant deceiving them forever. But after meeting you, she wondered if she could have those dreams again, and if you would fulfil them for her.

“Vautour.”

Your voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she looked to see you standing nearby, holding the tool in your hand.

“This is what I have, is it okay?”

Vautour kept aside her pipe again and stood up with a smirk while glancing at the object, “Hmm, not bad. It’s sufficiently sized.”

“Uh, I also have some lube so I’ll put that. Let me just wear this....”

You turned to face away from her and were about to fasten the strap when Vautour turned you around again and gripped your shoulders.

“Let me help you, ma chèrie~”

She whispered and brought her hands to unbutton your pants, followed by zipping down the flyer. You blushed as she opened your pants and you kicked them away then she helped fasten the strap around your waist. She looked at the tool intently, holding back a giggle watching you wear something so daunting. You were then about to make her lie back again but she instead pushed you down on the bed first, looking at you with a smirk and coming close to climb on top.

You understood what she wanted and made no arguments. You shifted back on the bed to give her space and watched her crawl to straddle you, standing on her knees with the tip of the cock resting on her belly. The sight was breathtaking for you, just having her sit on your lap this way sent butterflies in your stomach. Vautour grasped the cock and rubbed it a bit, feeling the material and size. She then came forward and grinded her clit across the length, humming at the pleasurable friction.

“U-Uh, let’s put the lube. It could pain you otherwise....”

You picked up the bottle from the side table and sat up slightly to pour it over the toy, but Vautour stopped your arm midway and made you keep it back.

“No need, I’ll do it myself~”

“But-“

“Shh~” she placed her finger on your lips, shushing you.

Soon after, she stood up more and pointed the cock to her slit. You could see she was considerably wet, but were still worried about putting it in. She, meanwhile, seemed unbothered and started pushing the length inside while sitting down on it. You gripped her thighs and helped her ease on it; a hiss left her lips as the toy penetrated her, pushing past her tight walls. You expected to go slow but she suddenly sat down with a single push, taking it all the way in. A throaty moan resounded in your ear when she sat down, taking in the sight of her in this position.

“V-Vautour, you shouldn’t have put it in so fast....!” you said in a worried tone, keeping your hands on her waist.

She smiled and dragged her hands to your shoulders, gripping them tightly.

“Don’t treat me as someone so fragile, little Chief. I have been surviving the unforgiving WhiteSands every single day for the past decade~”

“It’s not that. I just—"

“Shush now. Let me enjoy this~”

She smirked and pushed you back more, making you lie down flat. She then started grinding back n forth on the length, accommodating the stretch and lubing up the toy with her juices. You remained still and watched her in silence as she wanted, letting her as she pleased. It was a treat just getting to watch her this way. Her expression remained fairly unchanged, holding the smirk on her lips as she started rising up and down the cock. The penetration soon felt pleasurable, enjoying the way it scrapped against her walls.

Her movements were precise, pushing herself in and out at just the right angles and speed. Her hips rocked backward as she rode you, her waist coiling forward into your skin and making her appear almost akin to a cat on prowl. Searing hot pleasure coursed through her body and tightened fingertips by which she held you, the little Chief who had given her so much love. She ground down as she sought you deeper, your name cradled atop her tongue. Through half-lidded eyes, you watched her, and emotions danced between you like flames. You were smitten, finding her unbelievably beautiful.

Vautour gazed down at you as well, noting your fascinated expression and how you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. She too felt enthralled by you, looking down to see how she was pleasuring herself on your lap so openly. The deep and intense emotions came back in her, and so did her mind conjure up some memories again. She placed her hands on your stomach and leaned forward while continuing to grind, and a surprising statement left her lips before she knew it.

“Happy to take my first time, dear Chief?~”

Your eyes widened in surprise, taking a moment to understand her words.

“First time? Wait, you mean....?!”

Vautour chuckled at your shocked expression, “Oh, how adorable you look. So, it seems you assumed I was experienced. Shall I say I’m a little offended or impressed?~”

You immediately sat up and kept your hands around her waist, stopping her from moving more.

“N-No, I.... I’m sorry about that..... for assuming that.... Actually, it’s my fault. I should have asked you before we began....”

She wrapped her arms around your neck, “And, what would you have done if you knew from the start? Treated me as delicately as possible?~”

“W-Well, I’d certainly be more considerate....”

She gazed into your eyes, knowing the sincerity and respect you showed.

“Are you okay right now? We can stop if it feels uncomfortable any- mmph~”

She pressed her lips on yours and prevented you from speaking further, then started rising up and down on the cock. She moaned into the kiss before letting go with a gasp and pulled your face near the crook of her neck, lacing her right hand in your hair while the left clenched on your back.

“You have already made this experience very comfortable and memorable for me. I’m glad I chose you for this.”

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, an urge bubbling in you to make her yours. Well, she was indeed yours for tonight. Now, you felt like owning up to her expectations even more. You wrapped your arms around her and suddenly thrusted your hips up, hitting a spot deep inside her and making her arch with a loud moan. Her fingers dug in your back, painted nails scratching your skin. You kept up the pace and thrusted into her as she bounced, making a pleasurable rhythm that hit all the right spots for her. She was moaning more than before, even if still restrained.

You tried to move your head up to look at her pleasured face, you wanted to etch the sight in your memory. Yet, once again, she tightly held you and kept you down, preventing you from seeing up. You were buried in the crook of her neck, her breasts almost smothering you from the tight grip she had on you. Her fingers intertwined and pulled your hair strands lightly as she threw her head back and continued riding you. You licked up her exposed neck and kissed on several spots, even biting down to mark her fair skin.

“Ngh.... Chief.... Aaahn~”

You could tell she was close as she was bouncing harder than before from her walls clenching around the length. Your hands squeezed her hips as you pulled her closer, rutting into her to make the cock hit more spots. Just then, you felt lost in the moment and muttered something unexpected.

“....Madeleine, you are so beautiful....”

Her movements halted for a second, her cloudy vision suddenly opening wide. You breathed against her skin and planted several kisses on every spot you could access and continued moving your hips into her. She would have found anyone unruly for using her real name without permission, yet hearing it from you felt serene. It was as if she was craving for it, longing to hear it from you.

“Do you.... mind if I call you that?” you asked. She smiled to herself and placed a kiss on your forehead before caressing your head.

“No.... mmh.... just say it only when we are alone.... aaahn~”

“As you wish~”

You moved your lips all over her neck and chest as she resumed bouncing before stopping to simply hold her. Her legs wrapped around your waist now, giving you the reigns to make some final pushes. You placed your hand on her back and swiftly thrusted into her, making her arch into you. Her head fell back as you angled the cock deeper inside, grazing just the perfect spots she wanted. She bit her lower lip as she edged closer to release. You embraced her again and for a moment, she gave in to you.

She fell limp in your arms as she finally released, drenching the toy with her essence. Her body convulsed as she moaned the loudest tonight. You missed seeing her expression once again, but you weren’t as disappointed as before. You held her in your arms as she came down from her high, intensely panting and her arms tightly wrapped around you as well. She lightly kissed your forehead then held you with content as well, relishing the moment.

“....More~” she suddenly mumbled and you looked at her in surprise, while she simply smirked and joined your foreheads together.

“More....? Madeleine, why did I not know you are insatiable....”

“Why, I want to make the most this time, of course. You are mine for tonight, you should know I have high expectations for that~”

You let out a sigh then suddenly spun around to place her on the bed, rubbing the drenched toy over her slit while gazing at her.

“I wasn’t going to deny you anyways. Are you sure you don’t want to take a break even?”

She extended her arms to wrap them around your neck and pulled you down, your lips ghosting hers.

“Time is precious to a merchant, ma chèrie. We have made a deal, let’s not waste time with unnecessary matters~”

You had no reason to deny her if she was so eager. Throughout the night, you gave her all the love and pleasure you could, treating her no less than a lover. Although, you still weren’t able to see her ecstatic face anytime. Each time you attempted to look, she’d be one step ahead of you and do something to hide your eyes. You wondered if she was insecure about something, or just didn’t like having herself being seen that way. Still, you hoped some day you’d get to witness the sight.

There was no sunlight or the dusty wind of WhiteSands that woke up Madeleine the next morning. She woke up by her own body clock, used to starting the day early. Her eyes fell upon the artificial lighting on the ceiling which somehow felt warmed than the natural sun she was used to feeling every day. Perhaps, it was due to the loving presence beside her. She moved her gaze to the side and looked at you peacefully sleeping, a gentle smile drawing up her lips.

She turned on her side and extended her hand to lightly stroke your hair and tuck some strands behind your ear. She recalled the memories of last night, knowing that the precious time was up. If she could have that again, she would never end it. She still didn’t have a name for the feelings you gave her, for the emotions you surged in her. But she was grateful for the unforgettable memory.

She leisurely sat up and stretched her arms with a sigh, missing the scent of her regularly morning tea and dessert. Just then, she felt the mattress on your side move and realized you had woken up as well. She watched as you rubbed your eyes before opening them, only to see her face gazing at you as she laid on her side propped up on her elbow.

“Good morning, Madeleine....” you said with a yawn and turned towards her with a smile.

“Good morning, dear Chief. Had a good sleep?~”

“Mhm, it was fine. How about you? Does it pain anywhere?”

“I’m fine, ma chèrie....” she extended her other hand and cupped your face, “You were perfect last night~”

You blushed at her words then sat up while stretching your arms before looking at the clock.

“Ah, it’s still early. No wonder I didn’t hear my alarm.”

You scratched the top of your head then suddenly heard a giggle from Madeleine, becoming confused at what she was laughing at.

“Reminds me of your first morning in Dèsir when we were talking across the balcony....” she sat up and extended her hand towards your head and gently caressed some strands that were messily sticking out, “Hehe, how cute~”

You blushed in embarrassment and quickly fixed up your unruly hair while she chuckled more.

“I’m surprised you remember those little things from then....”

Madeleine hummed, “Hmm, don’t you as well? Sometimes I can’t help but feel you miss the time when we were neighbours~”

“....I do miss it. It was strangely.... comforting, or I suppose that was just Dèsir’s atmosphere.”

She tilted her head with a sigh, “Indeed.... it was a paradise.”

You looked at the way her eyes stared into distance, seemingly pondering something deep. You extended your hand to hold hers then leaned forward to kiss the top of it, catching her by surprise.

“We can still have that here, if you allow me to show you.”

Her eyes widened before she gave a smile and came forward to peck your lips, “I look forward to it, little Chief~”

If she had met you earlier, perhaps her dreams would have come true. But it didn't matter anymore, she was happy with what she had and the memories you gave her, and she hoped to make such more memories with you.

#path to nowhere #path to nowhere smut #path to nowhere x reader #ptn #ptn x reader #ptn smut #vautour bleu #vautour bleu x reader #happy birthday vautour bleu

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noxxuniverse · 1 day ago

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Don't drag me into shit.

I was debating on making this post because honestly like nothing is happening but I'm seriously pissed off and I just want to get it off my chest, idgaf if I get a response or not and idgaf if I get backlash for this, because you dragged me into this, ima give my opinion no matter who is lying and who isn't.

Before I get into this, I want to quickly say, this isn't like my usual posts, this is going to be rather serious and probably really long so please bare with me. If you'd rather see my other posts, then ignore this one and just enjoy the content I put on here.

I never expected to be pulled into some random ass drama. I didn't want to give it attention but I can't just like sit back and watch this shit happen anymore because I'm seriousslyyy pissed off with all of this drama and how people have been reacting to it. I have every right to say my piece seeing as I've been pulled into it for no reason whatsoever.

So, I randomly decided to come online and I noticed I had been tagged in a post by @/voidmysteries and naturally, I was confused and curious so I clicked it. It was a post basically saying that someone (@/fairykittz8) was claiming to know @/luvmanifesting and that they were trying to... Harm their reputation? Now, before I go into anything. I find it unbelievably funny how so many people immediately jump onto a person who has had void success stories and claimed they're lying, which is what I've seen happen to @/fairykittz8. It's honestly disrespectful, no one owes you proof they've manifested things in the void, or in any way for that matter.

I'm not on anyone's side here, even if I may sound biased. The reason why, is because neither side has proof. I can't say "this person is lying about their post" because how tf should I know? However, I'm going based on half of the shit that's gone on tumblr and shit that's been said and done.

I went on @/voidmysteries' account and I saw the post they reposted before they made their original post, and saw how originally people were claiming that Kaylee (@/fairykittz8) was actually @/luvmanifesting. Do you know how disrespectful it is to basically say both of these people are lying with 0 proof + saying they're the same person, just because you want to actually see fucking proof of a manifestation for your own validation and because you don't want to believe that people are fucking limitless. I get people can be skeptical, but fucking hell, mind your own damn business? Like I said, no one owes you anything. Yes, people lie, unfortunately it comes with any community, but it isn't your job, to dig into it. If you believe someone is lying, and you ACTUALLY have proof, then sure. Go ahead, call them out in a respectful and mature way. But just because two people may have had the same name, or the same similar desires, does NOT mean they are the same fucking person. Grow up.

On the post that was reposted, Kaylee did respond and both creators left it on some what "good" terms, basically just saying no one was going for anyone, which is completely fair. However, @/voidmysteries, then made their post. I was rather confused because they were saying Kaylee has done this before and has ruined multiple creators reputations by claiming that they know them? I don't get how someone lying and claiming to know someone can harm another's reputation but obviously I haven't seen anything like that. Therefore, despite my opinion on it, I can't say much. A lot of this shit that is going on has little to no proof. They also claimed to be a big creator who was a victim of something like this with Kaylee, however decided to keep themselves anonymous due to the fact they de-activated their account. The thing I find rather convenient is that all of these bloggers who have allegedly had their reputation destroyed by Kaylee, have deleted their accounts?? Surely if there are so many harmed by this person, you'd remember at least one of them.

Secondly, they said how Kaylee is doing this for fame? If you go on their account, they barely have any notes whatsoever apart from their void success story. No, they did not get their fame from saying they know @/luvmanifesting. They got their fame most likely from their void success story. You have to understand, most people don't actually really care about who is mutuals with who on here, it's all about "how did you get into the void?" And shit like that. So, immediately claiming Kaylee has done this for fame is just a little off in my opinion.

This is where I come in. @/voidmysteries basically @'d my account and said that I, along with some other rather popular and more relevant accounts as of recently, are at risk of Kaylee if we choose to leave? Why are we specifically the accounts that are at risk? It's a little weird that we've randomly been chosen like we've been put in a fucking sorting hat like how do you know WE are the ones at risk? Also, at risk of what? Like what, we go off our accounts and then someone claims to know us, what the fuck is that going to actually do to us? It doesn't change the advice and shit we've put on here.

If Kaylee is lying about knowing @/luvmanifesting and other creators, then they're lying. Simple. There's not really much to it. Yet at the end of the day, it's all he said she said. You have no proof that Kaylee is lying, Kaylee has no proof that she actually knows Ayami. You say that they're trying to ruin people's reputation but what's to say you aren't doing the same thing?

All of this was incredibly random. I also don't get why people keep making these god damn burner blogs for shitty drama like this. You can always tell too because they never change their profile picture from the original tumblr pic. They keep it the same way, post things for like 2 days and then leave as if nothing happened.

Something that swung me the wrong way for everyone in this situation is that everyone's comments are off. I get why Kaylee might have done it due to the harassment that has come her way (which I'll speak about in a moment) but for @/voidmysteries and the person I'm about to speak about, it makes little to no sense. I just found that rather weird on all of their sides so I wanted to mention that.

Finally, I went on Kaylee's blog and I noticed someone was literally harrassing her aka @/therealphynx. It is so fucking disgusting, no matter what the fuck someone has done, to make insults like they did is fucking horrific. Even if Kaylee was lying, it does NOT justify your actions at all. Making fun of r*pe victims and disabled people is completely out of line and genuinely disgusting. Even after she blocked you, you still went on and on, being desperate for her to unblock you so you could continue to harrass her. Are you fucking serious? You don't need to believe in what other people have manifested, but harrassing them in such a way like this is a new fucking low and I hope to god you fucking read this part of the post. You are disgusting and need serious help. All of that just because you didn't get proof of what someone else manifested? Get a fucking grip.

I seriously hope this community can actually fucking grow from this shit because I'm getting so sick and tired of all of this he said she said bullshit. I know a lot of people have lied, but even with the posts they've lied in, people have still gotten motivation to go and manifest the shit they want. So doing all of this, with no proof, is pathetic. + I know I have no proof Kaylee is telling the truth and I ain't backing Kaylee in any way shape or form whether they're lying or not. Once again, I have no proof for either side here, but why don't you lot just handle shit maturely rather than creating posts to get fame off of and portraying them as "awareness."

The last thing I'm going to say, is leave me out of shit like this unless I'm genuinely going to be affected by something or someone has said some fake bullshit about me and my account. I don't give a fuck if someone lies about knowing me if I leave. It doesn't affect me in any way at all.

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writingforstraykids · 2 days ago

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A place to call ours

Pairing: Minsung

Word Count: 5038

Summary: Finally in a dorm of their own Jisung worries if things will continue to go as well between Minho and him. Minho does nothing but prove him it will and Jisung tries to spend Minho just as much comfort whenever he needs it.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, comfort, Min pampers Jisung, mention of hate, smut tags: sub!min, softies

A/N: This fic is mostly a fluffy comfort fic. I will indicate the beginning of the smut part with the 18+ banner for everyone who prefers to keep it that way🖤🖤

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Jisung's arms strained under the weight of the last box as he stepped into their new dorm. The sound of his footsteps on the tiled floor echoed faintly, the space still unfamiliar and empty. Minho, ahead of him, had just placed a box down on the desk by the window. He straightened up, brushing his hands together and taking a brief moment to glance around.

When Jisung didn’t move, Minho turned back, his brows furrowing slightly. "Jisung? You alright?"

Jisung stood frozen in the doorway, his gaze sweeping over the place that would soon be theirs. His chest rose and fell with a deep breath, the weight of the box in his arms seemingly forgotten. "This is it, huh?" he finally murmured, his voice carrying a mixture of wonder and unease.

Minho tilted his head, stepping toward him. He plucked the box from Jisung’s grip with ease and set it down near the others. His movements were calm and steady, a stark contrast to the turbulence Jisung felt inside. Minho’s hands then found Jisung’s, his touch gentle but grounding as he held them.

"Of course this is it," Minho said softly, his lips curving into the faintest of smiles. "It’s us. We’re gonna be fine."

Jisung’s eyes darted to the pile of boxes now scattered around the room, each one holding fragments of their lives. "But... what if we’re not? What if it’s harder than we thought? What if we-" He bit his lip, his voice cracking slightly. "What if we mess this up, Min?"

Minho blinked, his eyes softening. He squeezed Jisung’s hands gently before guiding him further into the room. "We won’t mess this up," he said firmly. "I promise you, Jisung. We’ll do just fine."

"But what if-" Jisung faltered again, his voice barely above a whisper now, "what if we can't manage without the other guys? What if-"

Minho let out a quiet chuckle, cutting him off. "We’ll still see them all the time, Jisungie. You know that." He let go of one of Jisung’s hands to cup his cheek instead, his thumb brushing softly along the curve of his jaw. "We’ll figure it out, just like we always do."

Jisung’s shoulders relaxed a fraction, but the crease in his brow remained. "What about... what about when we argue? Who am I supposed to run to if you’re mad at me?" The vulnerability in his voice made Minho’s heart ache, but he didn’t flinch or look away.

With his other hand, Minho gently cradled Jisung’s face, his touch as steady as his voice. "I’ll never go to bed angry with you," he said, his tone carrying a quiet conviction that left no room for doubt. "Not ever. I promise you, Jisung. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you always feel loved and cherished, no matter what."

Jisung blinked rapidly, his eyes glistening. "You really mean that?"

"Of course I do." Minho’s hands dropped back to Jisung’s, threading their fingers together before giving a small tug. "Come here. Let me show you."

He led Jisung across the room to the corner where their shared bedroom awaited. It was small but cozy, the bed neatly made with the fresh linens Minho had insisted on. The sunlight streaming in through the window made the space feel warm, welcoming.

Minho paused at the doorway, turning to face Jisung. "I’ll make sure you get enough sleep," he said, his tone laced with fond determination. "Even if I have to drag you out of the studio at two in the morning. No more staying up all night and turning into a zombie, okay?"

Jisung laughed softly despite himself, the sound easing the tension in his chest. "Okay."

Minho smirked, tugging him along again. This time, they stopped in the small kitchen, where the boxes labeled *food* and *dishes* were stacked haphazardly in one corner. He gestured toward the space with a sweeping hand. "And here? I’ll cook for you. I’ll make sure you eat properly, not just instant ramen every other day. You’ll be healthy because I’ll make sure of it."

Jisung tilted his head, an amused grin tugging at his lips. "Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Both," Minho shot back with a playful glint in his eye. "Try me."

They moved again, this time to the bathroom, where Minho leaned casually against the doorframe. "And when you have rough days," he said, his voice softening, "I’ll cuddle you close, draw us a warm bath, and remind you that you’re safe with me. I’ll do everything I can to make sure you never feel alone."

The sincerity in his words struck a chord deep within Jisung. He swallowed hard, his throat tightening as emotions welled up inside him. A tear slipped free, and he quickly brushed it away, smiling up at Minho with watery eyes. "You’re making it really hard for me to argue with you, you know that?"

Minho reached out, his hand resting gently on Jisung’s shoulder before sliding up to cup his face once more. His thumb wiped away the lingering tear, his gaze unwavering. "Good," he said simply, his voice carrying a warmth that spread through Jisung like sunlight breaking through clouds.

Jisung sniffled, a small laugh escaping him. "But what am I supposed to do then? You’ve got all these plans to take care of me. What do I do?"

Minho’s smile widened, and he leaned in just a little closer, his eyes searching Jisung’s as if the answer was written there. "Just keep being you," he said, his voice a quiet murmur that wrapped around Jisung like a soft blanket. "That’s all I need. Because I love you, just the way you are."

Jisung’s laugh came easier this time, his chest feeling lighter as he reached up to cover Minho’s hands with his own. "You’re ridiculous, you know that?"

"Maybe," Minho admitted with a shrug, "but you love me anyway."

Jisung grinned, his cheeks flushed and his heart full. "Yeah, I guess I do."

Minho dropped his hands then, only to take Jisung’s in his own again. "Come on, love," he said, tugging him toward the boxes. "Let’s get this place unpacked. We’ve got a lot of memories to make here."

As they set to work, the room slowly began to transform around them. Books found their way onto shelves, photos were placed on desks and walls, and the once-empty space began to feel like home. And through it all, Jisung couldn’t stop smiling, the warmth of Minho’s promises still lingering in the air.

This was it, he realized. A new beginning. Their beginning. And for the first time, he felt truly ready for it.

Over the next three months, Minho began to notice subtle but significant changes in Jisung. It was in the little things-how Jisung woke up in the mornings, how he carried himself through the day, and how his laughter came easier, brighter.

Mornings used to be a battlefield. Jisung would cling to the covers, grumbling about getting up as Minho dragged him out of bed, sometimes with a playful flick to his forehead or a teasing remark. But now? Now Jisung stirred naturally, his arms seeking out Minho instead of the blanket. His face, still soft with sleep, lit up with a gentle smile as he nestled closer.

“Good morning,” Jisung murmured one morning, his voice raspy but warm.

Minho tilted his head to look at him, his lips curving into a fond smile. “Morning, beautiful. Sleep well?”

“Mmhm,” Jisung hummed, eyes still half-closed as he tucked his head against Minho’s chest. “Really well. You?”

“Better now,” Minho replied, his hand coming up to comb through Jisung’s messy hair. He couldn’t help but marvel at the change-how easily Jisung smiled now, how at ease he seemed. It wasn’t just the mornings either. It was in the way Jisung’s cheeks had grown fuller, the hollowness of late nights and skipped meals now replaced by a healthy glow. His eyes sparkled whenever Minho surprised him with a home-cooked meal, a look of pure delight lighting up his face.

“Min, you didn’t have to do this,” Jisung said one evening, staring wide-eyed at the steaming plate of japchae Minho placed before him.

“I wanted to,” Minho said simply, taking the seat across from him. “You’ve been working hard, and you deserve it.”

Jisung beamed, his grin wide enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes. “You’re the best.”

“I know,” Minho teased, though his heart swelled at the sight of Jisung eating with such gusto. Every bite seemed to bring a little more light into Jisung’s eyes, and Minho couldn’t help but feel a quiet pride in knowing he was part of that.

It was a typical afternoon when Jisung stepped into the practice room where Minho was dancing with Felix and Hyunjin. The music echoed off the walls, and the trio moved in perfect synchrony, their movements sharp yet fluid. Jisung lingered by the door for a moment, watching Minho with quiet admiration.

When the music stopped, and Minho turned to grab his water bottle, he noticed Jisung standing there. “Hey, Jisungie,” he called, waving him over. “What’s up?”

Jisung hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, his expression softer than usual. “Can we talk for a minute?”

The request was quiet, almost timid, and it immediately caught Minho’s attention. He shared a quick glance with Felix and Hyunjin before nodding. “Yeah, of course.”

They stepped out into the hallway, where the hum of the music faded into the background. Minho leaned against the wall, his eyes scanning Jisung’s face. “What’s wrong?”

Jisung fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I’m not feeling so great,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Channie said I should go home for the day.”

Minho straightened, his concern deepening. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

“Just a stomachache,” Jisung said, finally looking up at him. “I think I just need some cuddles.”

Minho’s expression softened immediately, and he reached out to ruffle Jisung’s hair. “Alright. Let’s get you home.”

Back at their dorm, Minho wasted no time. He helped Jisung settle on the couch, tucking a blanket around him before heading to the kitchen. A quick scan of their pantry and fridge confirmed they had everything he needed to make chicken broth-a simple, soothing meal that would be easy on Jisung’s stomach.

As the broth simmered on the stove, Minho darted into the bathroom for a quick shower, not wanting to bring the sweat from practice into their quiet sanctuary. When he emerged, hair damp and dressed in fresh clothes, he carried a steaming bowl of broth to Jisung.

“Here we go,” Minho said, sitting beside him. “Eat up.”

Jisung blinked up at him, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You didn’t have to do all this, you know.”

“Of course I did,” Minho replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. He held out a spoonful of broth, waiting patiently until Jisung opened his mouth. “You’d do the same for me.”

They fell into a comfortable rhythm-Minho feeding Jisung small bites, his hand occasionally brushing against Jisung’s as he adjusted the blanket or reached for the bowl. The warmth of the broth seemed to ease some of the tension in Jisung’s frame, and by the time the bowl was empty, he looked a little more like himself.

“Feel better?” Minho asked, setting the bowl aside.

“Yeah,” Jisung murmured, leaning into Minho’s side. “Thanks, babe.”

Minho wrapped an arm around him, his hand settling against Jisung’s stomach. His palm was warm, grounding, as he began to hum softly-a familiar tune that lulled Jisung closer to sleep.

“You’re safe with me,” Minho whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Jisung’s head. “Always.”

Jisung’s breathing slowed, his body relaxing completely as sleep claimed him. Minho stayed there, holding him close, his own heart full as he watched over the person he loved most in the world. It wasn’t just about making promises anymore-it was about keeping them, day by day, in every little moment that made their life together so much more than either of them could have imagined.

The noise of the practice room was usually a comforting buzz for Minho-a mix of music, chatter, and movement that made him feel alive. But today, it felt different. Every sound grated against his skin, every glance in his direction carried a weight he couldn't shake.

The hate comments had started a few days ago, spreading like wildfire across social media. Someone had taken an offhand comment he'd made during a livestream out of context, twisting it into something it wasn’t. The backlash was immediate and ruthless. Minho tried to ignore it at first-he’d dealt with hate before, after all-but this time, it dug deeper. The accusations swirled in his head, relentless and suffocating.

He tried to push through practice, but his movements felt clunky, his usual sharpness dulled by the storm inside him. Felix noticed first, nudging him gently during a break. “You okay, hyung?”

“I’m fine,” Minho replied quickly, too quickly, forcing a tight smile. Felix’s concern didn’t waver, but he let it go for the moment.

The teasing started during their next routine. Hyunjin, always quick with a joke, pointed out how Minho’s steps were slightly off. Normally, Minho would fire back with a playful jab of his own, but today he just nodded mutely, his jaw tight.

“Hey, Minho hyung, don’t tell me you’re losing your edge,” Seungmin joked, their tone light but cutting deeper than intended.

Minho didn’t respond, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, the walls of the practice room closing in. Jisung, who had been watching him closely, stepped in before anyone could say more.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Jisung said, his voice firm but not unkind. He walked over to Minho, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s call it a day, yeah?”

Minho wanted to protest, but the words wouldn’t come. He just nodded, letting Jisung lead him out of the room.

The drive home was quiet, the tension between them unspoken but heavy. Once they were inside, Jisung dropped his bag and immediately wrapped his arms around Minho, pulling him into a tight hug. Minho stiffened at first, but Jisung didn’t let go, his hands running soothingly up and down Minho’s back.

“It’s okay,” Jisung murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Minho’s head. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

Minho’s resolve cracked, and he buried his face in Jisung’s shoulder, his breath shaky. “I just… I don’t know what to do. They hate me.”

“They don’t,” Jisung said firmly, pulling back just enough to meet Minho’s eyes. “They don’t know you. Not the real you. And the people who do? We love you, Min.”

Minho blinked, his throat tight with emotion. He didn’t know how Jisung always seemed to know exactly what to say, but he was grateful for it.

“Come on,” Jisung said, his tone lighter now. “You sit down, and I’ll make us some dinner.”

Minho opened his mouth to protest-Jisung rarely cooked, and for good reason-but the younger man was already shooing him toward the couch. With a soft sigh, Minho did as he was told, sinking into the cushions and closing his eyes.

The smell of food soon filled the air, and Minho’s stomach rumbled despite the knot of anxiety still sitting there. Jisung emerged from the kitchen a short while later, carrying two plates. He set one down in front of Minho with a proud grin.

“Ta-da! Chef Jisung at your service.”

Minho chuckled softly, the sound weaker than usual but still genuine. “Thanks, Jisungie.”

He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. The food was… salty. Very salty. Minho’s eyes watered slightly, but he forced a smile as he chewed, determined not to let Jisung see his reaction.

Jisung, however, caught on quickly. “Oh no,” he groaned, his face falling. “Is it bad? It’s bad, isn’t it?”

“It’s fine,” Minho said quickly, taking another bite to prove his point. “Really, it’s fine.”

Jisung pouted, his shoulders slumping. “I just wanted to do something nice for you…”

“You did,” Minho insisted, his voice softening. He reached across the table to squeeze Jisung’s hand. “You did, and that’s what matters. Thank you.” Jisung still looked unconvinced, so Minho added with a teasing grin, “Besides, I’ll eat every bite to honor your efforts.”

That earned a laugh from Jisung, and Minho felt a flicker of warmth amidst the cold weight in his chest.

After dinner, Jisung pulled Minho into the living room. He sat down on the couch and patted his lap. “Come here.”

“What are you doing?” Minho asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Just trust me,” Jisung said, his grin mischievous.

With a reluctant sigh, Minho climbed onto the couch, letting Jisung pull him into his lap. He leaned back against Jisung’s chest, his head resting on the younger man’s shoulder.

Jisung wrapped his arms around Minho, holding him close as he began to hum softly. Then, without warning, he launched into an improvised song, his voice light and playful.

“Minho, Minho, my perfect Minho,

You’re cooler than a flamingo!”

Minho couldn’t help it—he laughed. A real, full laugh that bubbled up from somewhere deep inside him.

Jisung grinned, encouraged by the sound. He kept going, his lyrics getting sillier and sillier.

“Oh Minho, you’re so divine,

Even when you say you’re fine,

But I know, deep down, you shine,

‘Cause you’re mine, mine, mine!”

Minho’s laughter shook his whole body now, and he buried his face in Jisung’s shoulder to muffle the sound. “You’re ridiculous,” he managed to say between giggles.

“And you love me for it,” Jisung shot back, his tone triumphant.

Minho pulled back just enough to look at him, his smile softening. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “I do.”

Jisung pressed a kiss to his forehead, his hands gently cupping Minho’s face. “You’re going to be okay, Minho babe. I promise.”

Minho and Jisung stumbled through the door of their dorm, their laughter spilling into the quiet space like music. Their date night had been nothing short of perfect-a quiet dinner at their favorite little restaurant, a moonlit walk through the park, and Minho surprising Jisung with a bouquet of deep red roses, the kind that made Jisung’s cheeks flush as he buried his face in their soft petals.

“You didn’t have to get me these,” Jisung had said then, though the grin splitting his face betrayed just how much he loved them.

“I wanted to,” Minho had replied, simple and sincere. “You deserve beautiful things.”

Now, as Jisung placed the roses into a vase on their kitchen counter, his hands moved with a care that made Minho’s chest ache. He leaned against the doorway, watching Jisung arrange the flowers, his heart swelling at the sight of him so utterly content.

“Perfect,” Jisung said softly, stepping back to admire his work. He glanced over his shoulder, catching Minho’s gaze. “What?”

“Nothing,” Minho said, shaking his head with a small smile. “You’re just... really cute.”

Jisung rolled his eyes, though his grin didn’t waver. He turned to face Minho fully, his expression softening. “You always take care of me,” he said, stepping closer. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

Minho tilted his head, his brows lifting slightly. “What do you mean?”

“You’ll see,” Jisung replied, his tone teasing but his eyes filled with affection. He took Minho’s hand and led him toward the bathroom, the warmth of his touch grounding Minho as they moved.

The bathroom was softly lit, the golden glow of the overhead light casting a cozy warmth over the space. Jisung turned on the tap, letting the water run to warm it up. He looked over at Minho, a playful yet tender smile tugging at his lips.

“Trust me?” he asked, his voice quiet.

“Always,” Minho replied without hesitation.

Jisung stepped closer, his hands finding the hem of Minho’s shirt. He tugged it upward slowly, his fingers brushing against Minho’s skin in a way that made him shiver. The shirt fell to the floor, and Jisung’s hands didn’t hesitate, roaming over Minho’s chest, his touch light but deliberate.

“You’re beautiful,” Jisung murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Minho’s shoulder.

Minho scoffed lightly, his cheeks tinged with pink. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it,” Jisung shot back, his grin widening.

He moved with deliberate care, peeling away each layer of clothing as though unwrapping a precious gift. For every inch of skin he revealed, he left a kiss in its place-soft, lingering, reverent. Minho’s breath hitched as Jisung’s lips traced a path along his collarbone, down his chest, over the curve of his hip.

“Jisung,” Minho breathed, his voice trembling slightly.

“Shh,” Jisung whispered, his hands steady as they slid down Minho’s arms. “Just let me take care of you.”

Once Minho was fully undressed, Jisung guided him toward the bathtub, which was now filled with warm water. The soft scent of lavender filled the air, and Minho felt himself relax as Jisung helped him in, the warmth enveloping him like a comforting embrace.

Jisung knelt by the tub, his hands trailing through the water as he began to wash Minho with the same gentle care he’d shown while undressing him. His touch was unhurried, deliberate, his fingers tracing patterns over Minho’s skin as though committing every detail to memory.

Minho leaned back, his eyes fluttering shut as he let himself surrender to the moment. It wasn’t often that he allowed himself to be on the receiving end of such attention, but with Jisung, it felt natural-right.

When the bath was over, Jisung helped Minho out, wrapping him in a soft towel and drying him off with a tenderness that made Minho’s chest ache. He led Minho to their bedroom, the sheets freshly changed and inviting.

Jisung guided Minho onto the bed, his hands never leaving his skin as he climbed up beside him. He started at Minho’s forehead, pressing a kiss there before working his way down. His lips brushed over Minho’s cheeks, his jawline, his neck. Each kiss was a promise, a declaration, a reminder of how deeply he cared.

Minho writhed beneath him, the sensations overwhelming in the best way. His hands gripped the sheets, his breath coming in uneven gasps as Jisung continued his slow, thorough exploration.

“Jisung,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m here,” Jisung replied, his lips ghosting over Minho’s chest. “I’ve got you.”

Minho felt himself melt under Jisung’s touch, the weight of the world slipping away as he focused solely on the love pouring out of the younger man. It was a side of Jisung he didn’t often see-calm, confident, and utterly devoted-and it left Minho breathless.

The air between them shifted, soft and electric, as they lay tangled in each other’s arms. Jisung’s fingers brushed gently along Minho’s jaw, his gaze searching the older man’s face for any hint of hesitation. What he found instead was warmth, trust, and a vulnerability that made his heart ache.

“Min,” Jisung whispered, his voice trembling slightly, “I want to make you feel how much I love you.”

Minho’s breath caught, his eyes widening briefly before softening. “You already do,” he murmured, his hand coming up to cup Jisung’s face. His thumb traced the curve of Jisung’s cheek, and his lips quirked into a small smile. “Every day I spend with you, you do.”

The words were simple, yet they carried a weight that made Jisung’s chest tighten. He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together as his hand slid down to rest against Minho’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “If it’s too much, you tell me. Promise?”

“I promise,” Minho replied, his voice steady despite the flutter in his stomach.

Jisung smiled then, soft and reassuring, before leaning in to kiss Minho again. It was slow, deliberate, a deepening of everything they’d shared so far. His lips moved against Minho’s with a tenderness that left no room for doubt, no question about how deeply he cared.

Jisung’s hands moved with reverence, rediscovering the planes of Minho’s body as though seeing him for the first time. Each touch was unhurried, deliberate, and Minho found himself melting under the attention, his usual guardedness slipping away.

Jisung trailed kisses down Minho’s neck, his lips ghosting over his collarbone and chest. He paused to look up at Minho, his eyes dark with affection and something deeper. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, the sincerity in his voice making Minho’s cheeks flush.

Minho huffed a quiet laugh, his head falling back against the pillows as his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. His fingers gripped the soft fabric beneath him, the tension in his body a mixture of anticipation and a vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to feel. “I’m not sure I can handle this,” he admitted, his voice trembling with a rawness that surprised even himself.

Jisung, perched over him with a gentle smile tugging at his lips, brushed Minho’s hair back from his damp forehead. His touch was featherlight, his fingers trailing with a tenderness that sent shivers down Minho’s spine. “You can,” Jisung assured him softly, the quiet confidence in his tone steadying Minho in a way words alone couldn’t.

There was a flicker of mischief in Jisung’s eyes as his lips quirked into a grin, but his movements remained deliberate, every touch unhurried. He leaned down, pressing a series of kisses along Minho’s jawline, his breath warm and steady against the older man’s skin. His lips lingered, soft and purposeful, before traveling down to the hollow of Minho’s throat.

Minho’s breath hitched as Jisung kissed a spot just above his collarbone, his lips parting in a quiet gasp. “Hannie,” he murmured, his voice low and shaky.

“Shh,” Jisung whispered, his lips brushing against Minho’s skin as he spoke. “Just let me take care of you.”

The weight of those words settled over Minho, grounding him in the moment as Jisung’s hands continued their exploration. His fingers danced across Minho’s chest, his touch light but firm, tracing the curve of his ribs before settling at his waist. Each caress, each press of Jisung’s lips against his skin, felt like a silent vow—a promise that Minho was safe, loved, and cherished in ways that transcended words.

As the night deepened, the air between them grew heavier, filled with quiet gasps and the soft rustle of sheets. Jisung’s movements remained slow and intentional, his focus entirely on Minho. He paid attention to every reaction-the way Minho’s breath caught when his fingers brushed a sensitive spot, the way his hands tightened against Jisung’s shoulders when the sensations became overwhelming.

Minho’s head lolled to the side, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted as he tried to keep his composure. But Jisung, ever attuned to him, paused. He leaned up, resting his weight on his forearms as his gaze searched Minho’s face.

“Okay?” Jisung asked, his voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with concern.

Minho blinked up at him, his eyes shining with emotion. His hands slid up Jisung’s arms, his fingers curling gently around his biceps as he nodded. “More than okay,” he said, his voice thick with affection.

Jisung’s shoulders relaxed, and his lips curved into a soft smile. That reassurance, that trust, was all he needed. He leaned down, capturing Minho’s lips in another kiss, this one deeper, more passionate. The kiss was unhurried yet intense, their mouths moving together in perfect synchrony. Minho’s hands moved to Jisung’s back, his fingers splaying wide as he pulled him closer, needing to feel the warmth of him.

Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt both new and entirely natural, as if they’d been made for this moment. Every movement, every touch, was guided by a quiet understanding, a shared desire to express everything they felt for one another.

Minho’s breath came in uneven gasps as Jisung’s hands slid down his sides, his touch sending jolts of heat through his body. He arched beneath him, his head falling back against the pillows as Jisung hit his sweet spot, his movements steady and sure. “H-Hannie,” he moaned out, for once not worrying about anyone hearing them.

No one was about to interrupt them, no one would tell them to shut up for once, no one would come home early unannounced and have them stop in the middle of things. And something about the fact made Minho enjoy this even more.

“You're doing so well, my pretty baby,” Jisung moaned softly, littering the older's neck with fond kisses.

Minho's jaw dropped with another loud moan, fingers bruising Jisung's back with how tightly he was holding onto him. His toes curled, thighs shaking from the pleasure coursing through his body, eyes partly closed. “Right there, please~.”

Jisung kept up his rhythm, moaning sweetly. “Min, I'm close,” he warned him, never getting enough of the sight beneath him. As much as he loved it when their roles were reversed, there wasn't much that he found as beautiful as Minho falling apart beneath him.

Minho moaned something incoherent back, his orgasm crashing over him forcefully. His body shook beneath Jisung's, soft, relieved moans spilling from his lips freely as he tipped over the edge.

Jisung buried his face in his neck, crying out his name like a praise as he carried them through their high. Minho's head fell back weakly, soft pants leaving him, his body growing heavy.

When Jisung finally pulled back, his eyes met Minho’s, dark with affection and something deeper. “You’re perfect,” he said softly, his hand cupping Minho’s cheek. “You know that, right?”

Minho’s throat tightened, the words catching there for a moment before he could reply. “I don’t know about perfect,” he said, his voice thick, “but... I think I’m pretty lucky.”

Jisung grinned, leaning down to press one last kiss to Minho’s lips. “We both are.”

As they settled into each other’s arms, the room quiet except for the sound of their breathing, Minho felt a peace he hadn’t known he needed. In Jisung’s arms, he was home.

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aventurineswife · 8 hours ago

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hellohello!! I am quite sick as of writing this, but I still have a lot of work to do, so I havent really been able to take a proper break even tho I feel a lil weird and almost passed out 😔😔 (I have the day off tomorrow dont worry haha)

So I was wondering if you could write jiaoqiu, and dan heng (ofc you can add others if you want too), seeing the reader looking off, either almost passing out, or quite literally passing out mid sentence? so they force/carry the reader to bed and rest, and just spend time taking care of a fever-struck reader?

sorry if that doesnt make sense, or sound weird, you cam always change things if you want to ofc— love your work so much!!!

By Your Side, Always

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Protective, Caregiving, Fever, Slow Burn.

Warnings: Mild injury/illness (fever), Overexertion leading to fainting, Emotional Vulnerability.

A/N: I'm so sorry to hear that anon, please don't overwork yourself and take care!

The gentle hum of the Astral Express accompanied the rhythmic tapping of Dan Heng's fingers on his terminal. He was seated in the corner of the lounge, observing the crew as they moved about their duties. His sharp eyes caught sight of you from across the room, your normally lively demeanor dulled. You leaned against the counter, a hand pressed to your forehead as you muttered something incoherent to March.

Concern tugged at Dan Heng’s chest, though he dismissed it as nothing. Until you swayed.

“Hey, are you okay—?” March’s voice was cut short as you crumpled to the floor mid-sentence.

Dan Heng was on his feet in an instant, faster than anyone else could react. He crouched beside you, his heart pounding against his ribs as he felt for your pulse. It was weak but steady.

“You’re burning up,” he murmured, his usual calm voice tinged with worry. Without hesitation, he scooped you up into his arms.

The quiet strength he carried was evident as he moved swiftly to your room, shutting the door behind him. He gently laid you on the bed, his brow furrowed in deep thought. You stirred weakly, eyes fluttering open for a moment before falling back into unconsciousness.

“Rest,” Dan Heng said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard.”

He pulled the blanket over you and retrieved a damp cloth from the washroom, placing it on your fevered forehead. For the next several hours, he stayed by your bedside, occasionally checking your temperature and ensuring you stayed hydrated.

When you finally awoke, your fever slightly abated, you found Dan Heng seated beside you. His eyes were closed, arms crossed, yet his presence radiated quiet vigilance.

“You should have said something,” he muttered, noticing your movements.

“I didn’t want to bother anyone…”

“You’re part of the crew,” he said firmly. “That means your well-being matters, too. Rest now. I’ll be here if you need anything.”

Despite his usual aloofness, the subtle care in his tone was unmistakable. In that moment, you saw not just a stoic guardian but someone who deeply cared, even if he struggled to show it.

The battlefield stretched endlessly before you, the air thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Jiaoqiu worked tirelessly among the wounded, his nine-square grid formula aiding those in desperate need. You, however, had refused his insistence to rest, determined to carry out your duties.

"That’s the last batch of supplies," you muttered, voice shaky as you approached Jiaoqiu. "I’ll—"

Your words faltered, the world spinning as a wave of dizziness overtook you. Jiaoqiu’s sharp senses detected the shift before you fell, and in an instant, his arms were around you, catching you mid-collapse.

“You fool,” he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with worry. “How long have you been ignoring your own health?”

He carried you effortlessly, his strong arms holding you close as he navigated the crowded tent. Despite the chaos around him, his movements were graceful, his calm presence commanding respect. Though his eyes remained sightless, his other heightened senses guided him with uncanny precision, his keen hearing picking up the faintest of sounds and the slightest shifts in the air.

Inside a quiet chamber, he laid you down on a cot, his hands brushing over your flushed face with a gentleness that betrayed his usual sternness. He reached into his pouch, knowing the exact placement of each item by feel, and began mixing a remedy with practiced precision.

When you stirred moments later, your vision was greeted by the soft glow of a lantern and Jiaoqiu’s silhouette, though his gaze was unfocused, his eyes clouded with a soft, permanent blindness. His ears twitched, signaling his alertness, even as his expression remained calm.

“You’re awake,” he said, his tone as gentle as the cool cloth he pressed to your forehead. “Drink this.”

You obeyed, the bitter concoction sliding down your throat.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, guilt weighing on your voice.

His smile was faint, though you couldn't see it. “You should apologize to yourself, not me. Overworking yourself won’t help anyone, least of all you.”

He adjusted the blanket over you, his tail flicking behind him in a mixture of agitation and concern.

“I’ve seen too many lives lost because they didn’t know when to stop,” he continued. “You’re not going to be one of them.”

As you drifted back to sleep, comforted by his presence, Jiaoqiu remained by your side, his fan in hand. He watched over you with a healer’s vigilance and the quiet determination of someone who refused to let you slip away, relying on his other senses and his unwavering dedication to keep you safe.

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defences-down · 22 hours ago

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How It Found Us

Niall/Zayn (Harry/Louis, Liam/OMC) | 117k Explicit | Mind the tags

If you had asked either man a decade ago if they were in love with each other they would have stammered and stuttered their way to a denial. Of course, they weren’t interested in each other like that, they were just friends. Good friends. Never mind that they hooked up behind closed doors. Never mind that they wrote about each other constantly. Never mind they spent days in the other’s bed and there were things only the other knew. Things changed when Zayn left but that love and the confusion surrounding that love didn’t change. They went on writing about each other and thinking about each other and eventually, the fog began to clear. Fall of 2024 rolls around and they find themselves on a writing retreat/reunion at Zayn’s farm, can they finally figure out what it means and give it a shot? Or will this be one of those things? A story that plays on in a memory while the future marches ever forward. A youthful comfort and nothing more. So much has changed in the almost decade since they were together last, could they really make it work?

Written as a part of @zaynsalbumsficfest

Thank you's under the cut

@medicinelarrie for throwing out answers to random questions whenever I asked.

@merryloumas for answering some questions about comfort foods.

@voulezloux, for picking the title for me and booing when I got too mushy so I knew I was on the right track.

@savebylou, for keeping me company while I edited this monster of a fic and helping me not lose my mind. Building the most beautiful headers for my snippets. And for an endless amount of cheerleading.

@whatifai, for being excited to read something this big, making sure I look after myself, and reminding me why this matters. And for helping me with baby names.

And @thechavier, who read this first, for being the biggest cheerleader of this project from the very first text, my sounding board, and for providing endless things to tie into the narrative. I couldn’t have written this without you or finished it at all.

And a huge thank you to the mods for organizing the festival.

#wod.ff #It is finally time!!#h&l #ziall #how it found us

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nordicfiord · 15 hours ago

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It was getting cold and late.

“Why are we here again?” Cold didn’t seem bothered, though. They didn’t even have luggage - just their thoughts and tickets.

“Just because.” Contrarian shrugged, listening to the sounds of incoming local train. “Do we even need a reason? It’s not like you have ever ridden an electric train before.”

“True.” It was Cold’s turn to shrug. He breathed, looking at the steam with an almost amused look. And then he looked at Contrarian.

His friend was unusually quiet, patiently waiting for the train. Not that this bothered Cold… but anything unusual was a thing of interest. So he stared.

Contrarian smiled, noticing this look.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Why the stare then?”

“Do I even need a reason?”

“True.” Contrarian chuckled when Cold threw his words back at him. He sighed then, looking… tired. “Ah, it’s here. Wanna sit in the last car?”

“Sure.” Cold tilted his head, somewhat amused. But the train just got to the station, so they got up on it.

A couple of minutes later they were sitting at the half-empty last car, and the train went on its way again. Contrarian sat by the window and idly watched the landscape, almost invisible in the lighted cabin of the train. Cold sat down in the next chair, not even attempting to look in black nothingness of the windows.

“We should’ve rode sooner. Then it would actually be possible to see from them”, Contrarian sighed, relaxing a bit. “Well, this is something new, and new is pretty much always good.”

“Agreed. Though I can’t really understand, what are we supposed to do here?” Cold looked around at people, sleeping in different positions. “They sure seem like they are having fun.”

“Well, you can do that too, you know!” Contrarian laughed, but he clearly wasn’t having fun.

Cold didn’t quite understand his fascination with taking a ride or two a month on trains, that’s why he tagged along. But now, seeing how he was struggling to keep his emotions in check… Well, that might’ve been the reason.

Boring.

“Doesn’t seem like something else will happen here, so you will be my pillow.” Cold said nonchalantly, as if there were nothing to discuss on the matter. Contrarian laughed at that, and in the laugh there was… a relief.

“Well, make yourself comfortable!” Contrarian smiled and spread his wing, inviting Cold. And Cold wasn’t going to delay. He got on both free chairs and leaned on Contrarian with his back. Little bells on Contrarian’s feathers and clothing jingled softly, as Cold made himself comfortable.”

“Soft. Good pillow.” he murmured, feeling sleepy already. His pillow jingled a bit more, as Contrarian softly laughed.

“I’m glad you like it. Have a good rest!” “I will.” Cold promised, closing his eyes and slowing his breaths.

The train continued to go to its destination, Cold continued to be half-asleep, and Contrarian…

He was feeling shitty that day, and was planning to ride his mind away alone. But Cold was here too now. Grounding him. Not giving bad thoughts any chance.

“Thank you for being here.” Contrarian whispered, hoping Cold is sleeping.

Cold could barely hold back a smile.

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#slay the princess #stp voices #stp #stp contrarian #voice of the contrarian #stp cold #voice of the cold #wha- how??? how did it happen??#i didn't even realize i wrote a short fic???#well um. my brain is a mess apparently. so here you go #the art was inspired by lagtrain the fic was inspired by the art and here we are #could be seen as both ship and friendship but was written with my experience with my friend in mind #Youtube

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cece693 · 1 day ago

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Bound By Appetite (SMUT)

pairing: hannibal lecter x male reader tags: hannibal cheats on alana, but is it really when they're just fuck buddies, male reader is alana's brother, will is just a victim, adult content, smut, blowjob

Hannibal Lecter knew how to mask his desires beneath a composed exterior, but a singular glance from you always threatened to fracture that control. It was something in the way you carried yourself—taller than your sister Alana, more assured, your demeanor tinged with just the right amount of mystery to intrigue him. He had slept with Alana because it offered him a respectable facade if the FBI ever got close enough to discover his more deviant acts, but when his eyes met yours during a visit you made to your sister, he was hooked. Your presence, your voice, your insight kindled in him what Alana never had nor could dare to. You were the one he truly wanted.

That much became undeniably clear the first time Hannibal had managed to seduce you. It wasn't in his nature to relinquish control, but when his back hit the mattress and your lips explored every inch of his skin, it ignited a new hunger in him, beyond even his taste for the forbidden. It took some convincing on his part to make you see that night as something other than a mistake, and more so to establish that connection he'd been gone without for decades. Hannibal would keep you locked in his basement if you dared to reject him, but it seemed you had felt similarly.

In the hush of his home, Hannibal’s outward civility peeled back to reveal an ardent, almost predatory fixation. He viewed your body as a rare delicacy, your mind as a labyrinth he longed to explore, and your presence as an irreplaceable treasure in his otherwise carefully curated life.

It was on one of these nights—after a sumptuous meal in Hannibal’s dining room—that the tenuous calm between you and him was disturbed. The main course had been “lamb,” though you suspected (as always) that the truth might be more monstrous. You decided not to ask. The taste was exquisite, your mood as buoyant as the rich red wine swirling in your glass.

Hannibal’s gaze remained locked upon you, dark eyes alight with a contained hunger. You had already promised you would stay the night. If there was any question left about your fidelity, his intent to keep you there until dawn was clear in every subtle shift of his posture.

But a shrill tone from your phone shattered the quiet. You winced, reaching into your jacket pocket and letting out a soft apology when you caught sight of the caller ID—Will Graham. In any other situation, you might have allowed the call to ring through to voicemail, but recent events complicated matters: you and Will had begun dancing around one another, testing the waters of a more traditional relationship. You had shared a few lingering kisses. Perhaps you were curious about what normalcy would feel like, away from Hannibal’s forbidding shadow.

Hannibal’s smile thinned. Though he set aside his utensils with a flourish of politeness, you knew he loathed this interruption. You offered Hannibal a guilty look as you answered. “Hey, Will,” you said, keeping your voice even.

Will’s tone was tentative, yet warm. “I finally got you. I was worried I caught you at a bad time.”

“No, I’m just…finishing dinner,” you replied carefully.

Across from you, Hannibal leaned back in his seat, posture so calm it seemed eerie. His eyes never left you. A spark of jealousy flickered behind those carefully constructed walls of composure. It simmered deeper when Will ventured to ask if you’d like to meet tomorrow morning for a coffee at his home. You swallowed, feeling heat crawl up your neck. Hannibal said nothing, but you could sense the tension creeping into every elegant line of his body. He despises anyone vying for your attention.

“Will, I’m…I’m kind of occupied right now,” you told him, your heart jumping when Hannibal rose smoothly, circling the table to stand behind your chair.

Will persisted. “Well, I really want to see you again." He sounded hopeful. "If you don't want coffee, perhaps just a simple breakfast—" Your breath caught as Hannibal’s fingertips settled on your shoulders. Then, with disconcerting grace, he nudged your chair back just enough to create space. The scrape of the chair legs against the floor made you tense. You knew precisely what he was planning—some not-so-subtle reminder that you belonged to him.

“Will, can we discuss this another time?” you managed, your voice faltering when Hannibal’s arms slid around your waist.

Will paused, clearly sensing your unease. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” you lied, your heart pounding. “Tomorrow, yeah?”

Hannibal bent closer, his breath ghosting across the back of your neck. He spoke so quietly only you could hear: “Don’t you think Will should know his place?”

A tremor laced your spine, but you didn’t have time to respond before he slipped to his knees. Your grip tightened around the phone as Hannibal’s deft fingers worked open your belt, your zipper. He pressed the palm of his hand below your navel, urging you to shift. You could almost taste the possessive fury emanating off him—your interest in Will fueling a sort of primal jealousy he refused to mask.

“Hannibal—” you murmured under your breath, a futile protest.

He did not answer except by freeing you from the confines of your trousers, his motions precise and unhurried. The notion that you might remain completely composed on the phone with Will while Hannibal did this to you was inconceivable. But that was precisely what Hannibal intended: to watch you falter, to watch you realize that no mundane connection with Will Graham could overshadow the stark intensity he offered.

“Hey,” Will’s voice came again, “is something happening? You sound—”

Hannibal wrapped his mouth around you in a single fluid motion, and your entire body jolted. The phone nearly slipped from your hand. Waves of pleasure undercut your ability to form coherent words. You tried—and failed—to swallow a gasp. Your hand shot out to brace against the table’s edge while the other clutched the phone. “Will, I—I’m here,” you choked out, your voice embarrassingly breathy. “Just… finishing dinner.”

Hannibal’s tongue worked agonizing patterns that obliterated any chance of calm. He was deliberate—this was not a gentle act, but a show of domination woven into the pleasure. A low hum vibrated through his throat, intensifying each burst of sensation, each quiet moan you tried so hard to stifle. "Okay." Will sounded uncertain, but you didn't care, especially when you tried to not moan at the sinful image Hannibal currently created. "So, tomorrow? Or do you have something already planned?"

In a moment of pity or sadism, Hannibal eased the speed of his ministrations, letting you draw a rattling breath. He slid his hands up your sides, anchoring your hips in place so you couldn’t pull away if you tried. "Yes, tomorrow sounds perfect—" A sharp inhale caught your words when Hannibal resumed his torturous, calculated pace. “But I really have to go now. Take care." Hannibal’s satisfied murmur around you sent pleasure zinging straight up your spine. He wanted Will to hear the quiver in your voice, wanted you to know exactly who commanded your desire.

“Okay,” Will answered, perplexed. “Goodnight, see you soon.”

The line went dead, and you let the phone drop onto the table with a clatter. Freed from pretense, your head fell back against the chair, a ragged moan escaping your throat. Hannibal, no longer constrained by the presence of a third party on the line, began to move in earnest. He swallowed around you, sucking, swirling his tongue, each motion of his mouth orchestrated with merciless elegance.

Your mind hazed, every nerve lit up by the sensation. You tried to swallow the cries building in your throat, but Hannibal was relentless. This was how he expressed the depth of his jealousy, by consuming you quite literally. Possessiveness roiled beneath each caress, as though he might devour you rather than allow you to belong to anyone else.

You felt the telltale curl of heat in your abdomen, your muscles tensing, thighs trembling. Hannibal read you like a well-worn script. He tightened his hold, swallowing you deeper, coaxing you into the precipice of release. With a strangled groan, you surrendered, your body snapping taut as pleasure raked through you.

Hannibal took it all, his eyes sliding shut as he savored every moment. Only when you finally slumped back, chest heaving, did he relinquish you. He stood with his usual, unhurried poise, dabbing at the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb.

His dark gaze met yours—smug, perhaps, but also blazing with an undercurrent of satisfaction. You caught your breath, warmth still buzzing in your limbs. When he leaned down, you instinctively closed the distance, pressing a hard, heated kiss to his lips. The taste of yourself lingered on him, fueling your own swirl of possessive desire.

When you pulled back, Hannibal’s mouth quirked in a small, dangerous smile. He brushed his thumb over your lower lip. “You agreed to meet Will tomorrow. Perhaps something will get in the way and ruin your plans."

You said nothing, merely tightened your hold on his arm. In that searing moment, as Hannibal stared down at you with an air of unspoken triumph, any notion of a normal, innocent future with Will Graham felt like a distant dream. You might have dipped your toe in that possibility—but Hannibal’s ravenous gravity always pulled you back under.

You had already promised to spend the night—and you suspected Hannibal would ensure you stayed until dawn and beyond. The phone lay dormant on the table, Will’s name still glowing in your call history. For now, it was an afterthought. Caught in Hannibal’s thrall, you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be—or perhaps you no longer had a choice.

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 days ago

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Wheezy Weasel x Fem!Witch!Reader || Excerpt

Plot: Wheezy wakes up to find you dancing outside under the moon. And he doesn't believe in fate but you do make him wonder. 🌑🌑🌑

Warnings: Nothing really. Profanity? Unedited/Written on phone.

Tagging: @astridflo , @marinerainbow , @moxiiscool , and @spookiifi .

Wheezy thought you were crazy; dancing out here in the middle of the night, candles lit around you looking ethereal even in the middle of a back alley street. He always thought you were crazy doing this shit. Especially when it was snowing- which luckily, tonight wasn't one of those nights. If it was then he'd have to pick you up and carry you back inside- he'd done it before. Instead it was the first break in Hollywood heat after a week of scorchers. Cool breeze blows over him, making his yellow stained, sleep wrinkled clothes flicker against the cool wind.

He stops in the doorway to watch you in the street for a a little bit, leaning against his shoulder on the doorframe just letting the cool inside the apartment. Taking the moment to enjoy the change in weather, and a smoke.

When you catch sight of him casually watching you, drinking you in like the only thing that'll really hold onto his attention these days - despite the fact he thinks you're nuts, - , you flash him a bright smile. A pretty as fuck smile. And waive him over.

With a smirk, a cigerette glowing bright between his teeth, and a shake of his head- he moves off the doorframe and finds you in the street. As soon as he's close, you take his hands and take an oppertunity for a break; pausing your dance to catch your breath. "Hey," You whisper, breathless, that smile he loves still all over your face. "Sorry, did I wake you up??"

"Nah," Your absence from his bed definitely did wake him up- but that ain't your problem. "Real nice dancing, doll. Y'look good. How long y'been out here?"

With a shrug, you look around you. The empty street, dry from days and days of hot sun and no rain at all; the other buildings, covered in grafitti and grease stains; Him, beautiful and tall and a little scary. "Not long... " So probably too long then, he thinks, smirking around his cig again. She needs to get some sleep- but there ain't much he can do about that.

His only job here is to keep you happy- and if lighting candles and dancing in the middle of the street makes you happy, thats easy enough. "... so yer dancin' under the moon again, huh? What's the occasion?" Doesn't matter that in the city you can't see shit in the sky except black soot as far as the skyline; you'll dance for the moon anyway. Every now and then.

"Oh- nothing this time~ " You give a small secretive smile; looking at him with eyes full of mischief. "Just happy right now."

"... that so?" He asks, waiting for the good bit.

That mischievious smile still on your lips, you lean up and get onto your tip-toes and stretch your neck, take the cigerette from his lips, and give him a slow, warm kiss. The breeze brushes you both by gently, whispering around you like spirits wondering how this story will end- if it'll be happy or a tragedy. The man has issues, a couple of reasons he shouldn't be allowed to be so happy, but the woman almost makes up for it. They guess that only time will tell.

"Yeah... " You whisper, your breath on his face almost better then smoke. Just as addictive, at least. Fuck. "Just really happy."

His eyes are intense, searing into yours. You give him back his cigarette.

Wheezy doesn't say anything. He doesnt believe in spirits, or fate, or the universe planning stuff- shit just happens, and you deal with it. But still, a dumb part of him thinks if he admits loud enough how good this particular shit turned out-- then something is gonna realise it made a big mistake giving this to him and take you away. And that's not gonna happen. That choice is up to you and you alone; and he's gonna make sure of that.

So wordlessly, Wheezy let's you draw him into your dance again; swaying gently in the light if some crackling candles and a buzzing street lamp down the way. The moon and the stars, the kinda crap that can almost make you believe in magic and fates, twinkling somewhere high in the sky.

#Wheezy Weasel x Reader Excerpt #Wheezy Weasel x Reader #Wheezy Weasel #Excerpt #Disney Villains #Toon Patrol #Disney Villains x Reader #Toon Patrol x Reader

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uceyliyahh · 15 hours ago

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NOVACANE

Summary: After dealing with a traumatic event in Desiree's past life she decided to keep her heart closed off and didn't have any desire to love again until she met him.

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE, PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

word count: 4392

Jey Uso x Desiree

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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"I will love you forever mama,"

"You have to trust me I'm not going anywhere,"

"I don't want her only you okay? Only you,"

"I'm not going to leave you baby,"

DESIREE Jey's weekend visit came to an end all too quickly as he had to catch a flight back for Monday Night Raw. I felt a wave of sadness wash over me; I wished he could have stayed just a bit longer. Time flew by, and I couldn't shake the feeling of wanting more moments together. However, I didn't want to come off as clingy, so I decided to keep my feelings to myself and let him go.

I truly cherished our weekend together. Jey treated me like a princess, showering me with affection and attention, much like a little girl receiving her very first doll. I felt the urge to argue that he didn’t have to pamper me so, but he was determined to do it anyway, believing wholeheartedly that I deserve nothing less than the best.

Jey mentioned that he would message me as he approaches his hotel room, and I sincerely hope that no one else will be there by that time. In the meantime, I enjoyed a day off from work today, using my iPad to craft fresh designs for my clients. My boss was really impressed with my tattoo concepts and has asked me to showcase them.

I was thrilled because I have a genuine passion for drawing, especially on people. I eagerly anticipated my first day at the new job, as the strip club had become overwhelming for me ever since Jayden showed up and put me in a chokehold.

I received intimidating messages from him, and to make matters worse, the girls at my workplace were starting to learn about Jey. It really upset me, but I felt reluctant to discuss it.

As I was using my iPad, a message from Bianca popped up, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia for my best friend. I really miss her at this moment.

IMESSAGE 💬 Binky💗: Heyyy Desiii Desi🫶🏽: Heyyy girly I miss you Binky💗: I miss you too, how are things going right now? Desi🫶🏽: it's going fine Binky💗: how are you and Jey? Desi🫶🏽: girl, please don't start Binky💗: Desiree don't act like I didn't see you all posted up with him on your close friends 😭 Desi🫶🏽: ugh fine 🙄 we are doing good but he left for Monday Night Raw im worried B Binky💗: why? Desi🫶🏽: because anything could happen while we are away from each other Binky💗: oh? You're attached to him aren't you? Desi🫶🏽: no? I'm not Binky💗: Desi? I know you Desi🫶🏽: I'm not attached to him Bianca Binky💗: you're beautiful your denying it just admit that you're in love with him Desi🫶🏽: I'm not!🥲🥲 Binky💗: so this wasn't yall on your close friends? Binky💗:

Desi🫶🏽: I hate you so much yk? But yes I love the man he's so caring and genuine Binky💗: then what's the issue? Desi🫶🏽: we are away from each other and idk what he'll do while we are away ik how busy yall get Binky💗: see what did I say? Jey loves you so much Desi🫶🏽: I doubt that honestly who knows who he's talkin too rn B Binky💗: Desi you gotta stop being In your head about this he loves you Desi🫶🏽: idkkk honestly Binky💗: you need some dick atp girl Desi🫶🏽: 🙄🙄 dick won't help at all Bianca Binky💗: it will Desiree look don't get inside your head that much that will drain you okay? I gotta go I'll check up on you later Desi🫶🏽: kk

Reflecting on my conversation with Bianca, I realize she might have a point. Perhaps I shouldn't overthink this situation. This man has consistently shown me that his intentions are genuine and that I am his sole focus. Yet, my past experiences with Jayden have made it difficult for me to fully accept that reality.

Sometimes my heart whispers that I love him, but my mind counters with doubts, insisting he doesn't feel the same. This overthinking is exhausting, so I immerse myself in creating designs on my iPad, trying to distract myself from the turmoil within.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

JEY I was in a hotel room with my twin brother and Trinity when I came across a story posted by Desiree on my social media feed. To my surprise, it appeared she was creating something on her iPad. I was truly amazed; I had no idea she had such impressive design skills!

I truly felt her absence after our wonderful weekend together; it flew by in the blink of an eye. Returning to work was tough, and I can't help but wish she could join me on all my adventures. However, I completely understand that she needs to focus on her job to earn her keep, and I respect that immensely.

I received numerous messages from Ke'liyah on Instagram asking when I would return to Tennessee to visit her, but I chose to ignore them, focusing solely on Desiree. As I was scrolling through my social media, I suddenly heard Jon calling my name, which made me stop and pay attention.

"What's up Uce?" I asked placing my phone down on my chest.

"When are we going to meet Desiree? Trin told me she already met her the other day when Desiree came to visit," he said

I chuckle at him, "y'all will see her soon with all of this traveling and her working its goin to be a minute," Jonathan nodded his head.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and as I glanced at the screen, I noticed it was another message from Ke'Liyah. A deep sigh escaped me, drawing Trinity's gaze.

"You good Jey?"

"Yeah, I'm good it's just this girl I met before Desiree at the strip club is blowing my phone up," I replied.

"What she saying?"

I shared the messages from Ke'Liyah with her, and I could see her expression change as she read them. "That girl is really acting out; it honestly looks like she's jealous of Desiree," she remarked, and I nodded in agreement.

IG MESSAGES 💬 ke'liyah: Jeyyy I miss you uceyjucey: I don't? I have a girlfriend ke'liyah: Desiree? she's not even all of that why would deal with someone like her? uceyjucey: because I can? stop blowing up my phone why don't you start talking to my cousin he single 😒 ke'liyah: but I want you Jey uceyjucey: well I don't again I have a girl at home waiting for me to come home so you can stop messing with me respectfully ke'liyah: mmcht the dick wasn't even that good anyways little dick nigga uceyjucey: 😭😭

This girl really had the audacity to say something like that about me, but honestly, I wasn't bothered—I never liked her much anyway. I had promised Desiree that I would text her as soon as I got to the hotel room, and that's exactly what I did.

IMESSAGE 💬 Joshua��: mamas? I made it Desiree🦋: hey that's good Joshua💵: you okay? Desiree🦋: yeah, I'm fine just watching a movie on Netflix hbu? Joshua💵: I'm just chilling right now you should watch Monday night Raw tonight Desiree🦋: just to see you? Joshua💵: exactly mama Desiree🦋: you're funny but I'll make sure to watch it tonight Joshua💵: aight, I miss yo' little cute ass already Desiree🦋: I miss you too big papa Joshua💵: big papa? 🫣 that's new baby Desiree🦋: please 😭 Joshua💵: send me a picture of yo' cute ass need something in my gallery Desiree🦋: we literally took pictures together all weekend Joshua Joshua💵: so? Send me some pictures Desiree🦋: aight hollon boy 🙄 Joshua💵: it's daddy baby doll Desiree🦋: yeah yeah whatever Desiree🦋:

Joshua💵: damn mama you making me want to come right the fuck back home looking like that 😩 Desiree🦋: boy please stop it Joshua💵: I'm fr baby them cheeks hanging out for me 🙂‍↕️ Desiree🦋: then come home Joshua💵: being bold I see? I wish I could mama but I have to be at work you'll see me again love Desiree🦋: ughhh fine 😖 Joshua💵: don't be whining or imma give you something to whine about when I come back home Desiree🦋: what the fuck ever nigga, tell Trin I said Hey Joshua💵: aight then mama I'll check up on you later I love you Desiree🦋: I-I love you too... Joshua💵: don't hesitate to say it mama you know I love you

She is aware of her feelings for me, yet her thoughts are clouding her judgment, making it hard for her to accept that my love for her is genuine. Desiree understands the situation, but I couldn't help but notice Jonathan's constant presence on my phone, which caught me off guard.

"Damn! Fool can't be sneaking up on folks like that," I said while pushing him while he chuckled at me.

"My fault Uce, my fault," Jonathan said.

"Need to get a damn private screen on my phone, yo' ass like to be nosy Trin come get yo' husband," Trinity grabbed Jon by the hair dragging him towards the other bed causing him to whine like a baby.

I chuckled at them two while continuing to scroll through my social media after texting Desiree.

OMNISCIENT Desiree was at work, gracefully dancing on the pole, her focus consumed by the rhythm and the cash being tossed her way. While the money brought her a sense of satisfaction, her thoughts drifted anxiously, wishing to avoid the sight of Jayden and his friends arriving that night. Without Jey by her side, she felt vulnerable and unprotected.

As she gracefully spun around the pole, she effortlessly transitioned into a split, showcasing her remarkable talent. The men watched in awe, clearly impressed by her skills. In admiration, they began to place money into her attire while she playfully blew kisses in their direction.

Desiree did manage to form a few friendships in this environment, yet she consistently maintained a certain distance. She was determined to avoid any potential drama with the other girls, who seemed primarily focused on their own interests, seeking both financial gain and the spotlight from the men around them.

She suddenly noticed a crowd entering, and to her astonishment, it was Jayden. Overwhelmed with uncertainty, she felt his gaze lock onto her as he made his way through the throng, pushing the men aside to reach her directly.

He stepped onto the stage and seized her by the throat, leaving her shocked and taken aback by his sudden aggression.

"Where's that nigga at Desiree?" Jayden questioned her.

"H-he's not here...let me go..." she said holding onto his wrist.

Jayden scoffed while rolling his eyes at her, "that's bullshit Desiree and you know it where is he?!" He shouted.

Desiree felt a surge of fear for her life, haunted by vivid memories from three years prior.

MINI FLASHBACK (domestic violence) Desiree and Jayden found themselves in a heated argument in the car, sparked by a betrayal that Jayden had committed without her knowledge. In a moment of anger, he struck her in the face, warning her that he would flip the car if she didn’t stop talking. Terrified for her life, she fell silent, realizing the danger of being with someone capable of such violence.

"I told yo' delusional ass that me and her didn't fuck around Desiree!" Jayden shouted.

"You're so fucking stupid,"

Desiree remained quiet, her thoughts swirling as she gazed out the window at the setting sun. She longed for an end to the tension that hung between them, hoping that soon, this chapter of their lives would close.

He was infuriated when she remained silent, seizing her chin with a firm grip and locking his gaze onto hers without hesitation. "bitch you better speak or imma fuck yo' ass up when we get home," his threats were scaring her to the bone having tears forming up in her eyes.

"I don't have nothing to say Jayden..." Desiree said.

"Oh? So now you don't have anything to say but a few hours go your ass was yapping up a fucking storm about me messing with ol' girl,"

She remained silent because the truth of her earlier words was undeniable. She had gone through his phone and discovered numerous messages exchanged with various women, yet now she was sitting there, trying to deny everything.

Desiree turned her face from his grasp, her gaze drifting back to the window as a tear rolled down her cheek, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness.

"There are moments when I just can't take it anymore, Desiree. Your constant overthinking and assumptions drive me to this point. It's not my fault that I'm currently unfaithful; I've found myself with multiple women, and it's all because of how overwhelming you can be."

Tears streamed down her face as she listened to him confess his infidelity. She knew she needed to walk away, but the thought of leaving him felt impossible; she simply lacked the strength to do so.

The entire car journey was filled with silence; neither of them uttered a word after he admitted to his infidelity. His confession shattered Desiree's heart, yet she allowed her thoughts to overwhelm her.

'See you're not enough for him or nobody,'

'You will never find someone different due to how you think,'

'You will never be enough,'

"No nigga will be able to deal with you, they'll just cheat on you like I did," Jayden said while chuckling.

FLASHBACK OVER

"I literally just told y-you...he's not here!" she managed to gasp out.

Jayden was on the verge of hitting her when suddenly someone yanked him away, leaving Desiree gasping for breath as she sank to her knees. She watched in disbelief as the security guard escorted him and his friends out of the building once more.

"THIS AINT OVER WITH DESIREE! IMMA KILL HIM!" he shouted while the security guards were escorting him out the building.

Desiree had never experienced embarrassment until that moment. As she sprinted toward the locker room, seeking refuge from the world outside, her body trembled uncontrollably, and her breath came in ragged gasps. Memories of the turmoil Jayden had caused her over their three years together flooded her mind, intensifying her feelings of distress.

Desiree reached a breaking point after enduring countless threats of violence—beatings, shootings, stabbings—each one weighing heavily on her mind. The fear and anxiety became unbearable, compelling her to seek a restraining order against him. With Jey often away for work, she felt isolated and without support, leaving her to confront this terrifying situation on her own. It was time to take a stand and reclaim her safety.

Amidst her tears, she resolved to pull herself together and focus on her work, driven by the desire to cap off the evening by watching her man wrestle tonight.

Desiree freshened up her face, carefully fixing her makeup that had smudged, and confidently returned to the pole, acting as if nothing had occurred.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Desiree arrived home just in time to catch Jey on Monday Night Raw. She kicked off her shoes and tossed her bag onto the couch as she made her way to the kitchen to prepare a quick meal.

She whipped up a quick mini Chicken Caesar Salad and grabbed a bottle of water as she made her way to the living room to catch Monday Night Raw. Settling into the couch, she tuned in to Michael Cole and Pat discussing the latest happenings on the show.

Recently, there was a recap of the latest events on Raw, highlighting the intriguing love story unfolding between Jey and Liv, which also involves Dom. This unexpected twist took Desiree by surprise for a moment.

Following the recap, Liv and Jey engaged in a conversation backstage about Dom. Desiree observed Jey's familiar gestures as he interacted with Liv, his hands exploring her in a way that mirrored their own moments together. This sight ignited a whirlwind of thoughts in her mind, leaving her feeling both intrigued and unsettled.

'You see that Desiree?'

'Remember what Jayden told you in the past,'

'And look it's happening,'

Desiree found herself trapped in her thoughts, a place she wished to avoid. The idea of her man being with another woman filled her with a deep sense of trauma. She couldn't tell if it was just a plot twist or something more personal, but the discomfort was overwhelming. It reached a point where she simply didn't want to continue watching.

She dismissed it as usual, her attention fixed on the unfolding match. As the game progressed, her thoughts began to drift in every direction.

Overthinking

Constantly Overthinking

She couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy after witnessing his chemistry with Liv Morgan. The way he gazed at her, his lips glistening as he licked them while she spoke, made her question her own worth. Liv's beauty seemed to overshadow her, leaving her lost in a spiral of self-doubt.

MINI FLASHBACK 2 (domestic violence)

"Am I not enough for you Jayden? I have given you everything," Desiree said while folding her arms over her chest.

Jayden shrugged his shoulders at her before speaking, "I don't know Desiree, you tell me honestly," he said while smoking a blunt.

His casual attitude towards everything was completely unsettling for her. She realized that discussing it with him would be pointless. Frustrated, Desiree raised her hands in exasperation and made her way upstairs to their bedroom to pack some clothes.

Desiree reached her breaking point after three years of feeling undervalued in their relationship. It was exhausting to watch him act as if she were insignificant, all while he was sneaking around, taking advantage of her tendency to overthink. She deserved so much more than this lack of respect and consideration.

Three years wasted down the fucking drain.

She packed a few essentials and made the decision to call an Uber to a hotel located far from his place, eager to escape his presence for good. As she descended the stairs with her bag slung over her shoulder, she caught his eye while slipping on her shoes, signaling her determination to leave.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Jayden questioned her.

"I need a break from all of this Jayden, to think things over," she said while waiting on her Uber driver to come.

He rose from his chair with a heavy stomp, making his way toward her. In a swift motion, he yanked her hair, causing her to yelp in surprise. As Desiree met his gaze, she could see the intense fire burning in his eyes, drawing her closer to his face.

"If you thinking about leaving me I'll kill yo' ass you hear me?" His threats were sending shivers down her spine while she nodded her head.

"I'll let you have yo' alone time but you better be back," Jayden pulls away making Desiree stumble a bit while she rubbed her hair while looking at him with fear in her eyes.

'I need to fucking leave before he tries to kill me, why god did I have to go through this?' Thats all she could think about at the moment seeing her Uber driver pulling up to the place.

She cast one final glance at him before stepping out, only to find him engrossed in his phone, smiling at something that had never brought a smile to his face for her. With a heavy sigh, she walked out and firmly closed the door behind her.

Desiree stepped into the Uber, exchanging a friendly greeting with the driver. Her gaze then locked onto Jayden, who stood by the window in their house, observing her intently as if she were a captivating target.

'She fucking hated his guts,'

FLASHBACK OVER

Desiree jolted back to reality, realizing she had been lost in her thoughts for too long. She quickly checked her social media to catch up on the latest happenings. Her heart raced when she spotted a story from Liv Morgan, showcasing a picture of her getting cozy with Jey. The sight sent a rush of emotions through her.

She attempted to convince herself that it might all be a performance, merely a part of the spectacle, yet deep down, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that relocating to Atlanta with him was a mistake.

Desiree made the choice to switch off the TV, no longer interested in watching Monday Night Raw. As she tossed her food in the trash, she headed upstairs to her room.

She collapsed onto the bed, tears welling up in her eyes. How could she have been so naive to believe that someone like Jey could ever love someone like her? This thought consumed her as she cried, her breath growing increasingly shallow.

She was mentally fucked up

Hurt

Damaged

She could sense that Jey was growing weary of her constant overthinking and assumptions, just as Jayden had before. It felt like a painful cycle repeating itself. Perhaps she wasn't the right match for Jey after all—feeling shattered and mentally exhausted.

Desiree chose to take a brief shower, hoping that the refreshing water would wash away her worries and bring her some much-needed tranquility.

Desiree enjoyed a refreshing, lengthy shower and chose to activate the do not disturb mode on her phone. She wanted to immerse herself in her own world without interruptions. With her wireless headphones in hand, she placed them comfortably on her head and started playing her favorite music.

As she scrolled through her playlist, she hit play on Drake's "Find Your Love." The heartfelt lyrics filled the room, and as she absorbed the music, she glanced at her notifications. To her surprise, Jey had sent her a message, likely puzzled by her Do Not Disturb status.

Joshua💵 sent a message

IMESSAGE 💬 Joshua💵: mamas? you good? why is your phone on DND?

Desiree was uncertain about discussing the issue with him, fearing it might upset him. To avoid confrontation, she chose to fabricate a story, hoping he wouldn't catch on to her deception.

Desiree🦋: I'm okay Joshua just had a long day today that's all Joshua💵: you sure? Desiree🦋: positive Joshua💵: un-un I'm not buying it what's wrong? Desiree🦋: Joshua.... Joshua💵: nah I'm not listening to that whining what's wrong Desiree? Desiree🦋: you'll just leave me and get tired eventually...😔 Joshua💵: huh? where is this all coming from? Desiree🦋: I seen you with her Joshua💵: Liv? Baby that's just for the show it's not real Desiree🦋: then what about what she had posted on her social media? Joshua💵: I didn't know that she was going to post that I promise you it's not real mama Desiree🦋: your positive u didn't know? Joshua💵: yes mama why would I lie? Desiree🦋: men lie all the time Josh Joshua💵: like I told you I'm not him or any other man who does stupid shit like that Joshua💵: I want you to believe me baby Desiree🦋: I'm sorry a lot has been happening today...had a horrible day at work tonight and then I saw the interaction between you and her and the way you was looking at her licking your lips staring into her eyes made me feel like you wanted her instead of me...😔 Joshua💵: I don't want her baby girl, I want you and only you you have been on my mind all day today Desiree🦋: really? Joshua💵: yes, what happened at work? Desiree🦋: Jayden came back looking for you and he was being aggressive with me Joshua💵: that bitch ass boy? bet its on sight when I come back home but mama you have to trust me okay? I told you I'm serious about you and us Desiree🦋: and I told you in the beginning that you'll get tired of me with me being in my head a lot Joshua💵: and I told you that I didn't care about none of that Desiree imma love tf outta you the way you needed to be

The message he sent resonated deeply; he was genuinely serious about everything. Why did she constantly overthink when a man like him was openly expressing his love for her?

Joshua💵: I'm yours Desiree nobody isn't goin to take me away from you Desiree🦋: okay I'm sorry... Joshua💵: it's okay mamas you don't need to apologize you know I love you Desiree🦋: I do too...really do... Joshua💵: yeah? You'll see me when I come back home baby doll aight? Desiree🦋: aight Joshua💵: imma let you get some rest baby I'll text you in the morning Desiree🦋: kk Joshua💵: I love you Desiree🦋: I love you too

Desiree, after an insightful discussion with Jey, realized it was time to retire for the night. She couldn't help but wish that Jey were there beside her, wrapped in a warm embrace, providing her with the comfort and security she craved.

She quickly entered his bedroom, which appeared far cozier than her own. As she stepped into his spacious closet, she grabbed one of his hoodies and slipped it on. Then, she settled into his bed, feeling completely at ease.

She started sharing posts exclusively with her close friends on Instagram because she had a small circle and wanted to keep her personal life private from prying eyes.

uceyjucey replied to your story: I miss you too baby I'll see if I can make time to come home to see you my people wanna meet you

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: GIRL YALL LOOK SO CUTE TOGETHER OVER HERE SAYING U DONT LOVE THAT MAN WHEN YOU DO 😭😭

y2kjayden replied to your story: Your man? I don't know how he could deal with a person like you so insecure and in your head a lot

MontezFordWWE replied to your story: Don't worry sis you'll see him fasho

ke'liyah replied to your story: you mean my man?

Desiree chose to overlook the remarks from Jayden and Ke'Liyah about her story, instead focusing on Jey's response. She held onto the hope that he would find the time to visit her once more.

She set her phone on the charger atop the dresser beside her, then nestled under the blankets. The familiar scent of him lingered in the hoodie she wore and the sheets enveloping her, providing a deep sense of comfort.

As her eyelids grew heavy, she felt herself slipping into slumber, yearning for the moment when she would finally see him again.

NOVACANE

A/n: I was expecting you all to like this story honestly I was kinda of nervous fr but honestly I think Desiree really does love Jey fr and he wants to give her the world despite all the bullshit she has been through.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

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