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The lone wolf rested beside the White Rose, nestled in the grass, enjoying the balmy summer evening. Two souls, seemingly the opposite of each other, one hot and the other cold, were both forced to grow up fast in a cruel, careless world. They struggled with adulthood and often took to the road, running from their troubles in favor of excitement and adventure. He fell in love with her, as he did back then. The Rose was his light, a single bright bloom in the wastelands, one he ran fervently through the cold dark to get closer to. The pain of those he lost was carved into his heart, a stark reminder to fight, to protect her until his last breath. The memories of their laughter, their whispered secrets under a starlit sky, all threatened to become nothingness if he failed to hold onto her. He wouldn't let that happen. Not again.
"You know, I never imagined we would…" He glanced at her as she spoke. "I don't know what I'm trying to say but…I know everything's going to be okay." He smiled at her, then shut his eyes. "Would be nice for a change."
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When I Say Forever ༓ jjk (m)
✑ Summary: Today’s your wedding day and the slightly shy yet handsome, doe-eyed stranger who chased after you when you dropped your wallet on the street three years ago just happens to be the man standing before you today.
Original request: can you please write something about oc's and Jungkook's wedding? Your readers just need to witness it. We would highly appreciate it. Thank you!
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre/AU: fluff, smut, wedding au
word count: 4,696
warnings: a cute wedding where jungkook gets emotional and is very eager to be married, they get a little scolded during the ceremony ahaha, jk is romantic and prepares something very special for his lovely bride, mentions of absence of parents on oc's side (nothing gets too deep but I chose to go this route due to the very real factor that parents aren't always around), and finally sexual content bc come on it their wedding night 🥺
sexual warnings: soft dom!jk, sub!reader, swearing, explicit s*x, jk asks for consent bc yeah i don't even need to justify it, f*ngering, oral (both m. and f., multiple orgasms, dry humping, t*tty suck, heavy making out, overstimulation, possessive!kook, m*ssionary, c*wgirl, oc claws at his back which jk seems to have a kink for, a little bit of steamy rivalry at the end (just a hint), our kook is attentive even though it gets kinda rough
now playing: My You by jjk
a/n: my you has been one of my on repeat songs and im not sorry. Also, thank you for the request, i hope this is alright! Anyway pls enjoy! ❤
Dozens of cherry blossom trees are sky-high in the air, covering you as you walk down the aisle in the grass. Some of the blush pink and white blossoms shake from branches every few steps to shower over you in a cascading effect. The temperature is also perfect, a steady 68 degrees.
This is why you and Jungkook chose to marry in the spring–it was beautiful.
You look to your left, then to your right. Rows of seats filled with family, friends, and co-workers stare at you in awe. The only two people missing, however, are your parents.
With the passing of your father years ago and your mother's absence in your life since then, your half of the guest list isn��t extensive by any means. It's for those reasons that you both agreed a small wedding would be ideal.
Still, even with the minimized guest list, you find it difficult to hold eye contact with any of them. It's not because you're nervous exactly–you simply don’t believe your reality is real.
Was this another one of your silly dreams?
Are you going to wake up just as you reach the front?
You keep your eyes straight ahead and towards the man who's waiting for you with tightly clasped hands. He makes all your worries melt away in that instant.
No, you remind yourself. This isn't a dream.
The veil you’re wearing drags on the ground behind you and flows over the small train of your delicate, white gown. You chose a form-fitting sheath dress that’s made from the softest satin fabric. Its clean, sharp lines allow the semi-deep-v neckline to appear more elegant than revealing.
The closer you get the more Jungkook’s cheeks wet with his tears. He knew he was going to cry today. But he was hoping it’d happen towards the end so he could see you walking down the aisle to him without his vision blurring.
“Hi,” he whispers to you once you’re fully in front of him. He wipes his face with his thumbs as subtly as he can.
You bow to each other in greeting and, with the request to join hands from your officiant, you hand your bouquet of fresh-cut flowers to your maid of honor and place your hands in his gentler ones.
“Hi,” you reply, equally quiet and with a small smile.
Jungkook’s dark, raven hair parts in the middle with a few strands tastefully out of place. He’s wearing a black, pin-stripped suit with a matching vest and plain black tie. The white dress shirt underneath is buttoned all the way up to the top too and he’s kept all his piercings in, including his lip ring. He’s unbelievably handsome–and he’s yours.
When your officiant begins making the welcome speech, the guests settle down in their seats all at once. Yet you and Jungkook keep whispering to each other as softly as you can.
“You look amazing.” His thumbs rub soothing circles over the top of your knuckles.
“So do you.” Your gaze holds his reddened ones. The fact that he’s still on the verge of tears causes you to form watery eyes as well. But you blink them back. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“I know. I feel the same way.” He pauses and grins at you. “Did you see who came with whom?” He gives a side-eye, gesturing at Jimin, one of his best men.
“I saw.” You and Jungkook start giggling at once because the person who Jimin brought as his plus one is perhaps the most annoying person in the world to him–your co-worker who’s had an insane crush on him for the last year. They insisted that Jimin be a “gentleman” and show them a good time while at your wedding.
“Do you think they’ll…you know,” you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively to finish the sentence.
Jungkook shakes his head lightly. “I don’t know, maybe. I can’t really bother to think about who’ll sleep with who when you’re gonna be the one under me tonight.”
Though he says it with the most sincere tone, more endearing than flirty, you swallow hard. It’s not your first time with Jungkook but you’re unsure what to expect tonight. You’ll be his wife after this.
“Why do you get to top?” you mouth.
Jungkook gives a half-smirk.“Why do you pretend to hate it?”
You open your mouth to form a response but the harsh clearing of a throat behind Jungkook orders you to stop.
“Everyone-ahem-can hear you,” Taehyung coughs. “Stop it for god sake.”
“Yes, if the bride and groom could please save the after-wedding affairs for later, we can move forward with the ceremony. Thankfully I don't see many children in the crowd today,” the officiant adds as humorously as she can and the crowd chuckles.
Oh god. You bite down on your tongue to keep from embarrassing the two of you further.
Once your officiant is able to finish her welcome speech she turns her attention to you. "__ do you want to marry Jungkook, to be your husband, to love and to cherish all the days of your life, today, tomorrow, and always?
"I do. Yes."
She looks at Jungkook afterward. "Jungkook do you want to marry __, to be your wife, to love and to cherish all the days of your life, today, tomorrow, and always?
He stares at you, wordless for a moment as every memory between the two of you hits him like a tidal wave. His hand starts shaking in yours, and tears start spilling from his eyes again.
"You okay?" You whisper and this time it's your turn to rub soothing circles on his hands, calming him down.
"Yeah," he sniffs. "I just never imagined myself to be standing here today. I love you so much."
Your officiant decides it's best to wait for the right time to speak but Jungkook smiles at her softly. "That means yes by the way," he jokes and the guests laugh in unison.
She turns to the ring bearer, aka Namjoon's eight-year-old son who stands on Jungkook's left by his father. "May we have the rings please?"
The boy walks over to her, hands over the small gold bands, then returns to his previous position.
"The couple will now exchange rings as a symbol of their love and devotion. I understand they have prepared their own vows thus binding promises to love, honor, and cherish one another. __, please place this ring on Jungkook’s finger and when you're ready you may begin."
You take the ring and begin slipping it on Jungkook's finger. "They say when you marry someone you become one. You consider each other in every decision, make compromises for the other, and be the strength when the other cannot. We've been together for three years now Jungkook, doing those exact things and I couldn't fathom stopping now. I love you and I promise I'll always be here next to you, however and whenever you need."
"Jungkook," your officiant hands him your ring. "Please place this ring on __’s finger and when you're ready you may begin."
"When I saw you years ago, waiting at the crosswalk, I thought you were the most beautiful and intriguing person I'd ever seen in my life." He puts the ring on your fourth finger. "And then you dropped your wallet and it gave me the best opportunity to approach you. Little did I know, the sight of a man running after would make you run too. But you took my number in the end and three years later, the love of my life is standing before me. Everything I am and have belongs to you __, always and forever."
Your officiant smiles at you both as Jungkook struggles to keep his distance from you a few seconds longer. He's been waiting for this very moment since the day you agreed to be his boyfriend. He just can't take it any longer!
"In the presence of...oh for the love of might," your officiant stops mid-sentence when she sees Jungkook shuffling his feet closer and closer towards you. "Never in my twenty years of performing marriages have I seen a groom this eager to get married. Go ahead and kiss your wife hun! Mr. and Mrs. Jeon Jungkook everyone!"
Massive grin on his face, Jungkook grabs your waist and dips you low into a romantic kiss. The crowd goes wild at the dramatic gesture, whistling and clapping behind you.
After about a million more tears, speeches, first dances, a surprise song preformed by the wedding party, and Jungkook practically ripping off the lace garter around your thigh with his teeth, the wedding festivities come to an end. But not before you both find yourself being guided to a secret place led by Taehyung.
The wedding party insisted you be blindfolded beforehand. So here you are, almost pitch black out and clinging to Jungkook's arm.
"I don't understand why I need to be blindfolded and you don't," you say.
"I'm not sure," he replies. "Maybe they got you a gift or something."
"We're here! Stop!" You hear Taehyung shout from a few feet ahead and Jungkook freezes in place. You're body jolts forward a little with the sudden pause.
"__." Jungkook calls your name softly. "Open your eyes."
You flutter your lids open and at first, the sight before you is hazy as you adjust to the night sky. But then, your jaw drops to the ground.
In front of you is a charming river surrounded by perfectly arched cherry blossoms with lanterns hanging from the branches. All the lanterns illuminate the entire length of the stream, including around the bends and curves. At the edge of the stream is a small dock where a wooden row boat floats with a set of oars inside.
"Oh my god." Your eyes trail as far down the river as you can. You've only ever seen this in movies, so you're incredibly overwhelmed by the sight. "Jungkook, are we-are we going in there?"
He watches as you openly gape at the scene in front of you. "What do you think? Do you like it?"
You whip your head in his direction. "Are you kidding? It's amazing! Did you know about this?"
His big grin tells you everything you need to know.
"He planned everything himself," Namjoon speaks up. "Come on, your boat's waiting. It'll take you all the way to one of the best hotels in Seoul. I know you're going on your honeymoon tomorrow but we thought a night up in a five-star hotel might be nice. Unless you want to go back to Jungkook's house of course but...we kinda already grabbed your suitcases for the trip and had them put in your room."
"You're serious?"
"Dead serious __."
You snake your arms out Jungkook's arm and swing them around him. "I can't thank you enough for doing this, Joon."
He places a gentle hand on your upper back. "Of course, but like I said. Jungkook planned everything so you should thank him more than me." He laughs and breaks away from you when he sees the younger man eyeing the two of you excruciatingly close. "I think your husband would like you back now."
Jungkook comes up behind you and sneakily slips your hand in his tatted one. "Are you ready?" He gestures towards the boat.
You nod and he pulls you towards the dock, helping you into the boat first when you approach it. He sits across from you after and grabs the oars of the boats, lowering them into the water one at a time.
"Wait!" Taehyung lunges over the edge of the boat with something small and black in his palm. "Don't forget this." He clips a tiny microphone to his shirt and you scrunch your eyebrows.
"What's this about?" You ask.
Taehyung only half-smirks at you and backs away from the boat. "We'll see you when you come back from the honeymoon okay? Have fun! But please, for the sanity of us all, don't text us any details. In the words of the wise, keep the private things private!"
Jungkook laughs and starts rowing the boat forward and down the stream. You, on the other hand, wave goodbye to everyone as you drift further and further away from the dock.
"So, husband," you sit with your elbows on your knees. "What's the mic for?"
Jungkook doesn't reply but shushes you instead. He tests the mic a couple of times before soft music comes from either side of you. Apparently, there are stereos lined down the banks of the river.
When he starts singing, you cover your mouth in overwhelming joy.
"Summer has already spread in the air
Breeze is already blowing.
The last cold snap is going out
The days were getting longer and longer
But my days were still going on and on and on
I got wet in the sunshower, I looked up at the night sky..."
At this moment the lanterns start twinkling, reflecting like raindrops in the water. You look all around you, taking in the change of atmosphere. Jungkook's cool eyes focus on you intently as he continues serenading you.
"It was quite a lonely night
In the blink of an eye, the dark faded out
Blooming under the sunlight
Memories with me and you..."
The boat rows left and you peer over your shoulder. Taehyung and the rest of the wedding party are barely visible by now. When you look ahead again, you see that you're about to go under a stone bridge. On the other side are more cherry blossom trees and a glimpse of downtown Seoul.
"All these lights are colored in by you
All these times are precious due to you
Four seasons have passed with you
Four scents were left 'cause of you
All the reasons why I can laugh out
All the reasons why I sing this song
Thankful to be by your side now
I'll try to shine brighter than now..."
Jungkook rows the two of you closer to the city as he finishes his song, passing a number of other couples taking night strolls together. The wind blows a little but it doesn't make you shiver at all—his voice warms your soul.
And when you lean in to kiss him once the boat reaches the dock near the hotel, fingers grazing his cheeks, your body yearns to be near his.
It takes little to no time for the two of you to find your hotel room. Jungkook swipes your keycard in the door and in you both go, your hand shamelessly yanks at his tie.
He presses you up the back of the door once it's locked shut and kisses you with a fiery passion. It's different from all the other times; neither rough nor soft, as he sucks on your bottom lip, eagerly begging to deepen the kiss.
"Kook," you let out a muffled moan when his tongue finds its way into your mouth. It's a wrestle at first, your tongues toying with each other. And once you get the hint that he's not about to back down you start threading your fingers through his hair.
"I love it when you do that," he groans and pushes himself against your body, grinding his growing bulge against your center.
You whine against his lips and grind your hips back into his. "I know you do," you tease and a strong pair of hands wander your waist before traveling behind to grip your ass.
You yelp when he squeezes your cheeks and starts rutting himself into you faster. He moves his pillowy lips to the side of your neck too, peppering you with kisses from the the sensitive area right below your earlobe and all the way down to your collarbone.
"Fuck," he grunts, nothing short of frustrated, when your dress stops him from kissing down any further. The hands gripping your ass move up to find the zipper of your gown. "Please, baby, can I remove it?"
"Yes, go ahead," you nod and retract your hands from his hair to let the gown fall off your shoulders. Jungkook watches lustfully as your bare breasts are revealed to him little by little. He's seen them a million times but each time is always like his first, his eyes never fail to dilate.
"Perfect," you hear him whisper under his breath. And when the gown pools to the ground around your feet with a heavy thump, he can't hold himself back any longer.
He needs you.
One by one he starts tearing off his suit jacket, then his vest and leather belt until he's left standing in nothing else left except his black underwear. His muscles bulge without even having to flex and his pecs are more than solid.
If he weren't the love of your life, you'd say he was damn intimidating. Yet the pleasure you get from simply viewing his perfectly toned body is ridiculous and what pushes you further is the gold band wrapped around his fourth finger.
Jungkook must be feeling the same as his hands are back on your hips in the seconds following, pushing you to the wall adjacent to the door and attacking the area near your collarbone again with his plushy lips. You whine when his large pecs rub against your pebbled nipples.
"God what have you been lifting these day Jeon? Half of Seoul?" You rest your hands on his biceps which tense at the touch.
"Uh uh," he tsks in response. "Can't call me that anymore. We share the same name now." He kisses your shoulder then moves his mouth over to a nipple. He licks one first, teasing it with the tip of his tongue until you moan for him to keep going.
"You have such soft boobies," he comments before finally sucking on one. Your head falls back from the pleasure it sends up your spine.
"Do you have to say it like that?"
He switches to the other breast, licking and sucking it firmly like the he'd done previously. "What's wrong with boobies? I like the word."
You chuckle and decide to let him have his fun. Pick you battles __, you hum to yourself.
Jungkook tugs at the string of your underwear after placing one last kiss atop each boob. He slowly pulls the thin material down your legs at your consent and you step out from them.
"Lean against the wall and throw your leg over my shoulder," he tells you on bended knees.
You do as he says, swinging a leg over his shoulder. The movement has his head face to face with your cunt which is not in the least bit dry from all the teasing and grinding earlier.
Jungkook sticks a finger in his mouth, wetting it with his spit and then rubs it back and forth between your folds. The lubrication mixes with your own arousal.
"Jungkook," you whine when he doesn't sink his finger in right away, despite the fact that you're well prepared for it.
He blinks at you through his lashes with a devious smirk. "What?" He asks. "You don't like this?"
"I do but I need more. Please," you beg. "Fingers. In me. Please."
He groans at the way your voice seems to crack the more you beg. Well, he's made you wait long enough. Jungkook pushes his finger into your velvet walls all at once, dragging it back and forth in search of your sweet spot.
He knows he's found it when you instantly buck your hips and the leg that's over his shoulder reflexively clamps down on him.
"Right here?" He curls his finger inside you and it has your pussy already throbbing for him. You don't even have to ask for a second finger before he does the honors himself, sliding another into you then proceeding to make a scissoring motion with both digits. "Or here?" He asks again.
"Anywhere," you barely make out through your gasps. "Just don't stop what you're doing."
"What if I wanna lick your pussy?" He pumps his fingers faster all while maintaining focus on your face. "Make you come all over my tongue."
"God Kook, do whatever you want," you reply and it's all the push he needs to remove his fingers from out of you to replace it with his mouth. "Fuck!" You cry as he desperately licks long stripes up your slippery folds, tongue dipping inside for additional pleasure.
He repeats the motion several times until he decides its not enough and sucks on your clit.
"Oh, that feels so good, fuck, fuck Jungkook," you moan with eyes closed and a shaky breath.
Your legs start trembling as your first orgasm of the night builds inside. It gets closer and closer as Jungkook works faster and faster before finally, the cord inside you breaks free.
Jungkook happily swallows as much of your cum as he can. He uses his wrist to wipes his mouth after, cleaning up any leftover.
"First time eating my wife out," he starts, guiding your leg over his shoulder back on the ground. "What a fucking turn on."
Jungkook stands up and pulls you into an embrace with both hands, your bare bodies press tight against each other. Then, without any warning, he swoops up your legs with one hand supporting your lower back and lifts your into his arms.
"Kook!" You call his name in suddeness of the action.
"Yes? What is it wife?" He carries you to the large, king size bed that's covered in rose petals and lays you on top. His handsome face leans over you with careful, attentive eyes while a hand reaches for one of the soft pillows nearby to slip under your head.
It's now that the weight of the moment hits you, as if you've just doven off a steep cliff and head first into the rushing rapids of the ocean.
"I love you," you say.
Jungkook sticks his thumbs in the band of his underwear and pushes it down until he can easily remove them. He's fully hard when he crawls over top of you after, and places his hands on either side of your head.
"I love you too." He lowers his head to capture your lips into a deep kiss. "Now," he continues, sitting up on his knees and shimmying his thighs up your frame. "I think I might need some help here."
He grips his pulsating length, tan tip leaking with pre-cum. You widen your mouth gladly and he shoves his length to the back of your throat.
"Mm!" You gag but to say you hate it would be a lie.
Jungkook doesn't move at first, letting you get used to the weight of his cock on your tongue first. He bites his lip as you hallow your cheeks the best you can.
"I don't want to come, I just want it wet okay?" He tells you and you nod in understanding. "Fuck, so good," he lets out a throaty growl after the first thrust.
You suck him as hard as you can as he fucks your mouth at a steady pace, making sure his cock will be nice and well-lubricated with your spit this time.
"Can't believe we're married," he thrusts faster, teeth clenching together. "My wife, mine forever. No one else can have you. I won't let them."
You blink your glassy eyes at him, thighs struggling to rub together due to the arousal pooling between your legs for the tenth time tonight.
You love him so fucking much.
Jungkook pulls himself out of your mouth while you're in thought, a string of spit following. He backs himself down your body until he can properly hover over you in a straddling position.
"Legs up," he commands and you wrap them around his waist in a criss-cross position. His wetted length finds your entrance with little guidance and pushes forward, stretching your walls so deliciously well.
"Oh my god," you shudder as his cock sinks all the way in thanks to both of you being incredibly worked up and lubricated. Your hands fly under his arms after two thrusts, to grip his back. "Fuck, you're so deep Kook."
"I know, holy shit," he grunts and beats himself into you. He likes the feeling of your body bouncing up and down underneath him so leans down on his elbows to fuck you faster and harder. "I think this might be the deepest I've been in you baby, so wet for me—fuck!"
He moans loudly when your nails claw his back. "Shit I'm sorry!" You relax your fingers immediately when he winces at the slight pain.
"No," he nips at your jaw. "I like it, keep doing it. Mark me up." He snaps his hips into yours and you claw at his back again, harsher than the last time; not enough to hurt him but enough to make him moan in your ear over and over again.
"Jungkook! Too much," you pant as he burries his head in your neck, trailing hot open mouth kisses to the area. "It's too much, I'm gonna come!"
"Fuck, that's the goal baby!"
"Yeah but, don't wanna come so soo—"
He shuts you up with his tongue shoving between you lips, kissing you with a purpose. You's body squirms at the pleasure and you find yourself clenching around his thick length that yes, twitches in response.
"Three years together and you still think I'll give you one round and call it quits. Since when baby?" He groans as he feels himself achingly close to his high (you too). "Tell me, since fucking when?" He emphasizes once more.
You're too lost in how close you are to your second orgasm to give him an answer.
"That's right, never."
One hard thrust later and you come on his length. It takes little time before he releases in you as well, yet he continues his pace.
"That's one down," Jungkook says, riding out both your orgasms which slowly works you up to another. "Not including any eating out. And if my memory serves our record is five. Don't you think we should surpass that now that we're legally bonded to each other Mrs. Jeon? In sickness and in health was it?"
"I'm still trying to recover from the first two orgasms I had tonight, including the fingering and you relentless dry humping."
"Baby," he coos. "My sweet baby, come here." With both arms Jungkook lifts your body with his until you're both in an upright, seated position. Your legs that were once wrapped around his waist rest on the mattress as he thrust up into your cunt. "Don't you know I just want to make you feel good? Why recover when you can be wrecked so heavenly over and over again?"
You moan and squeeze your hands on his shoulder. Jungkook studies your face, maintaining slow, calculated thrusts into you.
"Come for me again," he says.
And you do, sticky white liquid dripping down to the base of his cock and onto the sheets under you.
"You enjoyed that didn't you?" He smirks. "Let's see you get on all fours now. I'd love to see how well my wife takes it from behind."
You catch him off guard by pushing on his chest and guiding him flat on his back. "Mm no," you refuse him. "I think I'd like to get a taste of my husband as a bottom instead."
Jungkook's cock hardens inside you and his fingers settle around your hips as he smirks up at you. "Go ahead then," he tests. "Try getting yourself off."
"You think I can't do it?" You narrow your eyes and grind forward on his cock, earning you a deep growl from your new husband.
"We'll see how long you'll last before I have to flip you on your back and take over," he spats. "But good luck beautiful."
With a huff and determination in your eyes, you start a strong pace. Jungkook watches you with lustful eyes as you bounce on him– enjoying the show a little too much.
a/n: Thanks for reading! Lmk what you think 🥰
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Puppy Love
Matt sturniolo x fem!reader
word count: 1.5k
warnings: none that I can think of, just fluffy
summary: for their anniversary, Matt surprises Y/N by adopting a dog for them and they become dog parents
requested?: yes/no
A/N: the whole adoption process may be incorrect as I’ve never adopted a dog or anything like that so idk if you can actually adopt them and then pick them up but hey ho😭also the photos for the IG posts at the end, just imagine the puppy in the photos is a golden lab and not some random dogs off Pinterest or Trevor, Presley or Leo Leclerc, it was hard finding photos😭
❗️semi proof read❗️
Today was Matt and Y/N’s 3 year anniversary and Matt had a big surprise for Y/N, he was going to the animal shelter to pick up their new Labrador retriever puppy. She had wanted a pet for the longest time and as much as Matt hated to, he had to say no to her since there was nobody to take care of said pet. A year later however, Y/N had started her own business and began to work from home, so she was always home and Matt thought it’d be the perfect anniversary present to get her a pet.
He woke up fairly early that morning to go and pick up the puppy and buy her a bouquet of flowers, he had already brought her a few gifts, but he decided last minute that some flowers wouldn’t hurt aswel and he had a sweet idea on how to introduce the dog to her that involved the flowers. He got dressed, got in his car and drove to the nearest flower shop to him and brought her a bouquet of her favourite flowers, roses and made his way to the animal shelter to pick up their new fur baby.
He parked outside the animal shelter and made his way into the shelter, immediately getting overwhelmed with cuteness at all the dogs and cats, he just wanted to take them all home but sadly he couldn’t. The owner of the shelter came over to him and introduced herself.
“Hi, you must be Matt? I’m Marie” she shook his hand. He nodded as he replied.
“That’s me, how are you?”
“I’m well thank you. I understand you’re here to pick up little Leo is that correct? He’s pretty well trained for his young age, but a little extra training would never hurt.” He nodded and he followed her over to the cage that held Leo, the 2 year old Labrador retriever who looked up at Matt with big brown eyes and his tongue hanging out. He immediately fell in love as soon as he laid eyes on the puppy. The older woman passed Matt the adoption papers and he signed them, he and Y/N were officially dog parents.
“You’re going home today little man. Do you have all the supplies for him or is there anything you need to purchase while here?” The older lady spoke as she opened the cage and passed Leo over to Matt and once Leo was finished licking Matt’s face, he put him in the little carrier he had brought the day before.
“I have most of it, all I need is some food and a leash and then we’ll be good to go, won’t we buddy?” He replied, looking at the puppy. He had brought everything they’d need for Leo a couple days ago and hid it in Chris’ room knowing that’s the room Y/N was least likely to go in out of the house. Matt and Marie made their way over to the counter after grabbing a bag of puppy food and a leash off the shelves and Marie moved to behind the counter to scan what he needed.
“That’s all done for you. Do you have any questions about taking care of Leo here?” Marie asked Matt as she passed him the plastic bag with the puppy food and leash.
“Yeah. Leo’s a surprise for my girlfriend for our anniversary and I also brought her some flowers for an idea I had to introduce Leo to her. Are roses generally safe to have in his mouth?” Matt queried.
“Yes, they are harmless to him, just make sure you obviously cut off the thorns beforehand, so he doesn’t hurt himself on them. You’re a good boyfriend, your girlfriend is lucky” she smiled sweetly causing a gentle blush to paint Matt’s cheeks.
“Thank you that’s very sweet and yeah, I was planning to cut them off anyway, that’s all thank you. Have a good day.” Matt thanked her and grabbed the crate and bag of supplies and left the shelter and got Leo’s crate settled in the passenger seat of the car.
“You ready to go meet your mama?” Matt spoke to the puppy, Leo panting in response, they made a quick stop at Starbucks to get Y/N a caramel latte and Matt got the same and brought Leo a puppucino.
Before he walked into the house, Matt called Nick to come to the garage with some scissors so he could sort the roses out. He saw Nick walk out of the garage door and he passed the scissors through the car window and walked over to the opposite side so he could ‘meet his nephew’ as he said. As soon as he opened the crate and picked up Leo, he smiled at the adorable puppy.
“Why are you cutting the thorns off the roses?” Nick asked his younger brother with the puppy in his arms.
“I’m going to put one of the roses in Leo’s mouth and surprise Y/N like that and I’ll put the rest in a vase for her next to her card and other presents.” Matt replied, concentrating on cutting the thorns so his little puppy won’t hurt himself.
When he was done, Nick took the rest of the flowers and took them upstairs to put in a vase for Matt while he got Leo ready to surprise the younger woman.
“Right, are you ready to go meet mama? You know what to do?” The dog replied by licking his face causing a smile to illuminate Matt’s face. He picked the puppy up and grabbed the Starbucks and locked the car and made his way upstairs.
He put Leo on the floor in the living room, having Nick watch him to make sure he didn’t move until he needed to, and Matt picked up Y/N’s latte and walked into his room, smiling at the sight of Y/N still flat out asleep, hugging mr wrinkleton to her chest. He walked over to her side of the bed and gently shook her.
“Wake up beautiful. I got you a latte” she smiled sleepily as she took the Starbucks from her boyfriend and took small sips before placing it on the bedside table.
“Happy anniversary my love” she murmured sleepily “your gift and card are in the closet.” She added on, attempting to get up but Matt softly pushed her back down.
“I want you to have my presents first babe, I have a nice surprise for you.” Y/N was slightly confused as he took her hand to lead her out of the bed and out the bedroom and her eyes locked on the Labrador retriever puppy sat in the living room with a rose in his mouth. She gasped and slapped her hands over her mouth, and she quickly walked over to him, pulling the rose from his mouth and immediately, she started fussing him.
“This is Leo, he’s our new puppy” Matt smiled, and Y/N’s eyes filled with small tears of happiness. Matt made his way over to his little family and sat on the floor, fussing the puppy with his girlfriend.
“Welcome home baby boy” Y/N cooed to the puppy, causing him to lick her face and she giggled. Matt took a picture of the two along with the photos he already had of Leo, one being of him sat on his lap with his head on the steering wheel that Nick had took just before he came upstairs.
“I love you both so much” Y/N whispered, reaching over and planting a kiss on Matt’s lips which and the couple smiled into the kiss before getting interrupted by Leo joining in by licking their faces making them both laugh at the puppy.
After playing with Leo, Y/N opened her other gifts from Matt and Y/N had gave Matt her presents for him, the couple quickly grabbed Leo’s things from Chris’ room, making sure Chris was awake first and the youngest triplet made his way upstairs and played with the puppy to keep him entertained while Y/N and Matt sorted his things out throughout the house such as his bed, his training pads and his food and drink bowls and everything else.
They had finished setting everything up for Leo and the couple were now in his bathroom, Y/N, getting ready for the day and Matt was brushing his teeth while watching, almost mesmerised, while she applied her makeup.
“Thank you, Matt, I’m so happy we now have our own puppy” Y/N smiled as she hugged Matt after she finished applying her makeup. He smiled as he hugged her back, placing a kiss on the crown of her head.
“It’s okay sweetheart, I know how much you wanted a pet and now that there’s someone home pretty much 24/7, I decided it’d be perfect to surprise you with Leo. Happy anniversary darling.” he replied.
“Happy anniversary baby” she murmured, her words being muffled from Matt’s t-shirt.
“What do you say we take Leo for a walk on the beach, yeah?” He suggested, she nodded to her boyfriend and the couple left the bathroom to get shoes on and Y/N picked Leo up and they made their way down to the garage and got in the car and headed to the beach.
Matt and Y/N announced the addition to the household a week later on Instagram.
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y/user: the latest addition to the sturniolo-y/l/n household, welcome home baby Leo, featuring uncle Chris and Leo having cuddles🫶🏻
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nicolassturniolo: Leo Sturniolo-y/l/n supremacy🫶🏻😌love the little fur baby❤️
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christophersturniolo: Little Leo loves his uncle chris, he’s the cooler uncle😉
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nicolassturniolo: umm I think tf not
y/user: how about he likes his mama better than both of you?😌😘
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matthew.sturniolo: now that we have a fur baby, can I call you a MILF?😘😏
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y/user: you’ve been spending too much time with Chris 😭😂
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user5: MATT😭😭😭
user1: OMG NOW THEYRE PARENTSS
user2: milf and dilf🤭
matthew.sturniolo: that’s what I’m sayin😌
user2: MATT LMAOOOO
nathandoe8: uncle Nate wants cuddles next time I’m in LA
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y/user: can’t wait for you to meet him Nate, if we come to Boston before you come to LA, well for sure bring him to meet his uncle Nate😘
madisonbeer: omg Leo and Presley play dates when I’m back from tour🤭🫶🏻
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y/user: you already know it babes, Leo and Presley gonna be the baddest duo ever 🤭
user4: Leo asleep on Matt’s shoulder😭
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matthew.sturniolo: Leo Sturniolo-y/l/n everybody🐾❤️and the most gorgeous milf ever😉😘
photo creds to @/nicolassturniolo for the first photo📸
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nicolassturniolo: he’s so photogenic just like his uncle Nick🤭😌
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nicolassturniolo: Matt giving photo creds? who is this and what have you done with my brother?
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matthew.sturniolo: ha ha ha ha, so funny nicolas🙄
y/user: I thought he was pretty funny babe👀
nicolassturniolo: see Matt😌
matthew.sturniolo: you’re both annoying (Y/N come back to the couch, me and our son want cuddles😘)
user5: has Leo met Trevor yet??
y/user: no not yet as we haven’t had the chance to go to Boston. We’re planning to soon tho so they will meet soon💓
y/user: our fur baby🥹thank you again for surprising me with him baby❤️
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matthew.sturniolo: you’re welcome my love❤️ now will you PLEASE come back to the couch I’m getting cuddle deprived😭
y/user: on my way you needy child🫶🏻😭
y/user: and stop calling me a milf, @/christophersturniolo you’re a bad influence on my boyfriend 😭😭
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matthew.sturniolo: but baby you AREEE a milf😘😭
y/user: anyone want a Matt Sturniolo?? he’s free on the boyfriend market😭😂
christophersturniolo: im not a bad influence missy, you’re just boring (you’re literally the funniest person i know after me)
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y/user: @/christophersturniolo why thank you😌😭
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christophersturniolo: Matt quit simping on the main😭, where’s tough guy Matt💪🏻
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matthew.sturniolo: ‘tough guy Matt’ will be coming to kick your ass if you don’t shut up 🤺
nicolassturniolo: more like setting Leo on him, dogs got some gnashers on him😭
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y/user: leave Matt alone you two, just cus you’re both single and he’s not😘🙄
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matthew.sturniolo: thank you baby😌
user9: Leo with the rose in his mouth🥹
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y/user: that was how Matt introduced me to him on our anniversary, he had the roses in his mouth 🥹
user9: STOP THATS THE CUTEST😭 IM SO SINGLE😭
user11: most iconic dog ever alongside Trevor and Presley😌
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user7: the puppucino😭😂
user1: Y/N and Leo asleep together has got to be the cutest thing ever😭🫶🏻
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If you’re an f1 fan, notice a familiar pup in here😌🤭
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Monster Ark
The Ark is a ship on a 1000 year voyage to take the survivors of a dying fantasy world to a new home. They live in a massive biosphere without knowing it. The ship is controlled by The Captain. A radiation leak caused massive fertility decline in the specimens so The Captain has been kidnapping humans to be used to encourage copulation among the specimens. The humans have womb tattoos that act as tags to keep track of individual humans. The womb tattoos also send vitals back to The Captain so they can track the progress of the mission. Furthermore, the tattoos have color cycles to indicate fertility on those with wombs, glowing pink when ovulation is occurring.
The humans brought to the Ark and the creatures living in the Ark have no idea this is a ship. Many of the sapient monsters think the gods have given them humans to be able to reproduce. The world is functionally a fantasy world.
Monsters fall into three distinct categories: Sapients, Semi-Sapients, and Non-Sapients. Sapient species have cultures, complex language, and larger society structures with hierarchies. Semi-Sapient species have small family pack units, very limit tool use, rudimentary language use, no formal chosen hierarchies. Non-sapient species have no indication of higher intelligence or formalized socialization and only function on instinct.
Below the cut is a list of the creatures so far and their pregnancy details. Will also be linking them to lore posts for the creatures as I make lore for them! Some of these rankings and classifications will probably change. Had a close friend help me a lot with the world building ^^
You can ask to be added to my taglist in the replies!
The below links take you to information posts that include master lists.
Sapient:
Orcs : livebirth 9 m gestation
Minotaur : livebirth 9 m gestation
lamia/naga (may have cultural differences) : egg laying 5 m gestation
fae : flowering 7-12 w gestation
vampire : livebirth 9 m gestation
witches : livebirth 6 m gestation
demons: livebirth 5 m gestation
Semi-Sapient:
gnoll : livebirth 3-4 m gestation
harpies : egg laying2 m gestation
Yokai : (varies greatly) gestation
pixies : flowering 7-12 w gestation
ghosts : goop 1 hr gestation
centaur : livebirth 1 yr gestation
merfolk : varies but many egg laying 1 w gestation
dryads : flowering 7-12 w gestation
werebeast : livebirth varies gestation
cyclops : livebirth 1 yr gestation
satyr : livebirth 5 m gestation
angel: livebirth varies gestation
sphynx : livebirth 3.5 m gestation
succubi : egg laying gestation
goblins : livebirth 2 m gestation
shifter : livebirth 2.5 m gestation
Non-Sapient:
Slime : goop 1 hr gestation
tentacles : egg laying 1 w gestation
chimera : livebirth 3.5 m gestation
hellhound : livebirth ve 3 m gestation
insect : parasite 1 m gestation
parasite : parasite 9 m gestation
unicorn: livebirth 1 yr gestation
jackalope : livebirth 1.5 m gestation
fungi : goop 1 hr gestation
dragon : egg laying 1 yr (3 m to lay) gestation
mimic : egg laying 1 w gestation
rat beast? : livebirth 1 m gestation
kraken : egg laying 1 m gestation
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Genshin HCs on how they text their s/o?
Genshin Men Texting their s/o Headcannons (Part 1)
Characters: Neuvilette, Itto, Childe, Ayato
Content: GN! reader; Genshin AU; established relationship; slightly suggestive (Ayato only)
[Masterlist] [Part 2]
💙Neuvilette💙
He has a very formal way of texting: well structured, complete with commas, semi-colomns, dashes, and quotation marks. It's not that he doesn't feel close with you to speak more casually, it's just that it's his natural way of speaking/texting (he already thought he was using casual texting).
Apologizes a lot if you comment on his manner of texting and might try to make it a bit more 'casual,' though it felt too off when he tried it, so you asked him to just text what he's comfortable with.
Sometimes asks you the slang terms used in the newer generation. "Dear, what does sjfskflak stand for? You mentioned that yesterday and I could not find the definition for it." Or even "Dear, what is U.W.U.? Is that some organization from Sumeru? It sounds quite familiar."
He will react to the Reels/TikToks you send him, though he says he will get back to it later on his free time (he always remembers).
There are times when he completely gets drowned in his worked and hasn't said goodnight to you or view your texts the whole night (He apologizes the next day.) Though his instinct is to always greet you good morning once he sees the sun peeking through his window, it's a reminder for him, and he never missed a day to say "Good morning, my dearest. Did you sleep well last night?"
💛Arataki Itto💛
Reading his texts feel loud and lively, it's chaotic- a lot of times he uses uppercase letters, stickers, GIFs, and emojis to express his emotions even further. It's like you can really hear his voice when he texts.
Replies with silly stickers and meme reactions when he's either reading your messages or when he talks about something.
Will literally send his entire IG/Tiktok feed of memes or cool stuff to you.
Typos and wrong spellings all the time.
Itto will update you constantly, he'll send practically everything that reminds him of you "this beetle has ur vibe idk y" or anything mildly interesting that he's doing because you're also his bff got slushies but soem brat ran into me snd spillde it"
Expect constant facetiming for him to show you random stuff, tell a story that just happened, if he's bored, when he's walking through a dark alley and is secretly scared, or if he feels lonely while taking a dump for too long. He's also the type to make silly faces or poses when you accept his call.
He always finds a way to make the most mundane things sound like such s story to tell.
When he feels that your mood isn't vivbing that day, he will always try to lighten the mood through memes or tell you to "lay it on me, my campadre" and do whatever he can think of to cheer you up when he makes a surprise visit (comes over that night with your favorite snack, holding a flower in his mouth, and giving you a rizzed up look to make you smile)
You change his name too frequently it gets confusing sometimes (recent names: beetle dude, Gordon Ramslay, Deoderant, CheesePuff, Guy from McDonalds)
🧡Childe/Tartaglia🧡
There could only exist one: He's either incredibly busy from work and unresponsive for hours/days or he suspiciously has too much free time to be replying a little too quickly to your messages. (He lets you know beforehand if he will be inactive for a while)
Loves using every cute, funny, sweet pet name when texting you. His personal favorite is either babe or one of the many funny ones he can think of like sweet thang, boss, nerd, etc. (if that doesn't offend you)
When he does respond after being gone for days- Childe will send the most random, out of context photos of what he's been up to recently, out of no where (Photo of him on the top of a skyscraper antena, inside a submarine, Mt. Everest, an illegal substance den-) Often this is because this is where his work usually takes him and at the very moment he was done with work he figured he'd text you.
Sends screenshots from chats with his siblings or send photos about his family, talks about them A LOT.
Happy to open his phone and see your messages and see the links you sent, he's just excited to talk to you. He will go "US", "lmaoo", or "FR" and if you send a nice place from a reel/tiktok, he will book a reservation right away to surprise you that week.
INSTANTLY replies the moment he gets a notification from you even if he's at work. (except during those long, complicated missions where he says he will be inactive) you were confused one time where he would view your message, leave you on read for a minute, and reply (you found out later that he was in the middle of beating up some people in their headquarters who owed them money)
💜Ayato💜
Calls you sweetheart, darling, my love, and every other affectionate name. He isn't shy to say anything to you through texts. He's sweet and lets you know exactly how he feels.
Loves teasing you in a subtle, flirty way in his texts, it his way of showing his attraction and affection towards you. Sometimes, he does this during a time when you're outside or if you're out with another guy just to make sure you're reminded that only he knows how to make you blush. Imagining your reactions also amuses him (he knows exactly what to say to make you flusterred and embarassed)
Sends photos of things Ayaka made and things Ayaka she did recently because he acts like a proud grandfather when it comes to her.
Asks you to send photos of yourself when he feels particularly clingy or misses you
There are days he forgets to reply the entire day/night because of his insane workload- but remembers you the next day when he wakes up and realizes 'no wonder my day felt incomplete yesterday': He didn't get to talk to his sweet beloved.
Sometimes texts can get a little more flirty and turn a bit spicy
You get texts from him asking you to check your door (he sends you food and flowers to spoil you and make you smile).
[note: I'm no Itto simp but fave one I made was his]
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Sun Wukong x GN!Reader: Overworked
Y/n was in class, listening to the lecture with a semi-bored expression. The professor was announcing a new group project and was going over all the ins and outs of the assignment, when Y/n was startled out of listening to the lecture from their phone buzzing like wild. It was clear that a certain someone was texting them at a rate so fast that Y/n's phone was vibrating at an almost constant rate.
They promptly excused themself from class and went into the bathroom to call their loving partner: Wukong.
"Hey, peaches! What are you doing right now?"
"I should be asking you that! I'm in class right now!" Y/n whisper-yelled into the phone.
"Then what are you doing on your phone?" Wukong asked teasingly. Y/n knew he was just pushing their buttons, but that didn't make it any less infuriating.
"I had to go to the bathroom just so I can answer my clingy boyfriend's messages. So, did you have something to actually say to me or are you just messing with me again?"
"Again?"
"Sun Wukong, I will hang up if you don't answer my question."
"UGH, fine! I was wondering if you wanted to come over to Flower Fruit Mountain after you get out of your boring class."
"It may be boring but it's also important. But to answer your question, I'm sorry but I can't. I just got a group project I have to start today."
Y/n didn't have the heart to hear his disappointed response, so they just hung up and turned text notifications off on their phone.
Once Y/n got home, it was already almost 10pm and they still had some homework to do before bed. The group assignment in one of their classes was already leaving a bad taste in their mouth because the group Y/n ended up in is filled with slackers and decision-dodgers. So, from the looks of things, Y/n was going to be the sole person doing any work in the group for that class assignment.
Eventually, the last paper was done for the night and Y/n crashed onto their bed. They were unable to sleep just yet because of the energy drinks and adrenaline of working so much, so Y/n just took their phone and checked to see if Wukong had texted them at all since their phone call prior in the day.
Nothing...
That did slightly concern Y/n. They glanced over at their calendar and knew that laying there speculating as to whether Wukong got busy himself or not would do nothing for them. So, Y/n instead decided to just fade to sleep.
The next few days practically were a blur to Y/n. Things were rather busy preparing for the group project being due the next week and tests and homework assignments thrown in for good measure to keep Y/n as busy as possible.
A couple times throughout the week, Wukong had reached out to Y/n to ask if they wanted to hang out. As much as they wanted to do just that, they told him that they just didn't have the time.
This unsettled Wukong a lot because he could tell they seemed tired in the few moments he got them on the phone. When Friday came along and they rebuffed him for what felt like the hundredth time, Wukong decided enough was enough.
Y/n was sitting at their computer desk, typing away at their group project that might as well have been called their project. But as they were finishing up the final report for it, they were snapped out of their thoughts by their phone ringing.
Y/n sighed as they checked both the time and the caller ID.
Sun Wukong, 1:58am
"Hello?"
"I knew it." Wukong said with disappointment clear in his voice.
"Knew what?"
"You're staying up late to finish your work, right?" He asked despite knowing the answer.
"No...?" Y/n kicked themself in the head mentally for that lame excuse of a reply.
Wukong sighed. "Alright, I'm coming over."
"Wait, what? But I-and you hung up..." Y/n said as they heard the call beep.
Sure enough, 20 minutes later, a knock at Y/n's window sounded throughout their apartment.
Y/n got up from their computer desk and let him in.
Wukong looked around, feeling unsettled by the mess of energy drinks and soda cans littering every surface, along with small snacks sitting at the computer desk.
Y/n began to walk past him to head back to said desk but Wukong knew where that would lead.
"No, no, no you don't." Wukong picked them up, ignoring their flailing.
"Wukong! Put me down! I'm almost done!!"
"Well, then if you're almost done, then you can finish your work tomorrow." He said, making a good point despite Y/n's efforts to think not.
"You've been working all week. I think your grades won't suffer that much if you take one night off." Wukong pointed out, placing them gently on their bed. When Y/n sat up, Wukong placed a hand on their shoulder, keeping them down. "Y/n. Get some sleep. It'll make you feel better than it would if you got a slightly better grade. I'll stay here with you if it helps."
Y/n knew they weren't getting out of this without sleeping. Plus, their eyes were starting to get heavy since the caffeine was wearing off. They let loose a small yawn. "Alright, Wukong. You win, now come over here and cuddle with me."
Wukong smiled sweetly. "Alright." He squeezed into bed with Y/n and the two of them cuddled till late into the next day.
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Over the Treacherous Ocean
Male! Naga x Female! Reader
Warning(s): Medieval-ish setting, enemies to lovers, kidnapping, ocean setting, semi-harsh language(?), fluff
Word Count: 2.5k
Synopsis: Kidnapped by pirates for a ransom, you wonder if you could ever come to terms with the captain who drives you crazy from how beautiful he is.
A/N: Just like last time, this story is set in the same world as Swords Clashing, Weaving Through Complications, and my latest addition, A Crown & Masks! The reader will be the middle sister out of the three, who isn't mentioned much previously. This story is currently living in my brain rent-free because I love the thought of enemies to lovers, featuring a ruthless(?) and cocky naga who slowly shows his vulnerability as he starts falling in love and who doesn't.
As a heads-up, there will be lots of world-building, social issues, and history-related topics in the future, so I'm not quite sure if you will enjoy it. BUT, nonetheless, I will absolutely adore you if you do!
Part 2
The port market was bustling as usual, with the smell of all kinds of seafood caught in the neighbouring sea being filled in the air and the sharp tang of spices lingering here and there. Merchants were shouting their products, trying to best their competitors with the promise of better quality and cheaper prices.
You were with your mentor, a wise and knowledgeable healer from the Xaenait palace—Tokimune—whose nine fox tails trailed graciously behind him. He could sometimes be quite above the clouds, where his responses to certain questions were sometimes so bizarre that it took you a while to understand their meaning—it took a long time for you to come to a conclusion that he was not naive, but in fact was just simply a kind and easy-going soul that never really cared about anything outside of medicine. As if to prove it, he didn't bother to change his fox form into a human, showing all of his soft-furred ears and muzzle proudly.
“May I have those astragalus root and honeysuckle flowers?” Tokimune brought two pouches out of his sleeve and handed them to the seller. “Also, do you by any chance have peppermint and cumin in stock?”
Despite having all of those herbs in the palace storage, your mentor always loved to bring souvenirs from these markets, never failing to make you chuckle in amusement.
“Unfortunately, we’re out of peppermint and cumin,” the seller said, scratching his head sheepishly. Nevertheless, he swiftly and effortlessly packaged the astragalus root and honeysuckle flower in the pouch that was displayed, checking for the right amount that the kitsune wanted to have.
“Ah, no worries,” he replied, his eyes thinning from smiling like a fox. “I assume that the trade route between Slainem and Arathia will solve this shortage.”
The seller nodded, excitement twinkling in his eyes. “I can’t wait for it to be done. If you come by in the future, I’ll make sure to have that peppermint and cumin for you.”
Tokimune chuckled. “That will be delightful.”
Once it was done, you accepted the pouch from the seller's hand, and the kitsune gestured for you to walk with him, away from the herb seller.
“Do you know when the trade route is going to finish?” Tokimune asked with his archaic smile still in place.
“I’m not quite sure,” you said, thinking back to your oldest sister, Lan, rubbing her temple tiredly as she attended meetings and read through the paperwork for the project. “But my sister is working endlessly. Especially during the night.”
“Ah, I will send her some lemon balm tea to encourage her sleep,” he said with a chuckle. Your older sister was infamous for her tendency to stay up late to finish her work. "Perhaps Ryugen would be fit for the job."
“You will also have to tell him to watch her until she drinks it all,” you joked, to which the kitsune laughed heartily, showing all of his sharp teeth.
Alongside you and your mentor, disguised officials surveyed the market to check for any illegal imports that frequented the trade from pirates that entered the port. Many of them reported back to you, assuring that most of them were fine and that they were taking care of the ones that weren’t.
Just as you were about to thank them, a loud bang! sent a shock through your ears and the next thing you knew, one of the buildings blew up—you noticed that it was one of the lower-rank brothels. The market immediately tumbled into chaos, with screams and hurried footsteps rumbling to the ground.
“Your Highness!”
Two officials came to your side and swiftly escorted you through the haze of dust and avoiding the tightly packed people by navigating through the less crowded places. Tokimune placed a helping hand on your back, gently ushering you forward, which you were grateful for—despite all the training you had with your sisters, your fear got the best of you in these situations for a lot of the time.
“We are almost there to our carriage!” the senior official shouted over the noise, guiding you and the others by braving the front.
As the carriage came into view, you sighed in relief and got onto it quickly, followed by Tokimune, and you immediately relaxed in the seat as the horses started to gallop, gradually picking up speed. However, the carriage came to a screeching halt and the door suddenly opened, and the next thing you knew, hands were shooting out to grab you. One of them caught your arm and roughly pulled you out of the carriage.
Finding your footing on the ground, you unsheathed your knife and tried to attack the offender, yet it immediately got knocked off of your shaking hand and the next thing you knew, your hands were tied and you were thrown onto their shoulder. With your levitated line of sight, you felt the blood rush out of your face once you saw that all of your guards, officials, and Tokimune were knocked out on the ground.
Trying to wriggle out of their grasp, you demanded with a snarl, “Let me down!”
“No can’t do, your highness” a voice said in front of you.
Looking up, a dark-skinned human man smiled—albeit slightly apologetically—at you. There was another, taller and buffer man that scowled at the easy-going nature of the other; with light green skin and small tusks protruding out of his thin-lipped mouth, you realised that he was a half-orc.
The half-orc grumbled something under his breath before he brought out a cloth and pressed it against your nose and mouth, filling you with a sickly sweet smell through your senses that gradually dwindled your anger into drowsiness as your vision enveloped into a black veil.
———
Once you woke up, you immediately felt the unstable ground, rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm that occasionally made you slide across the wooden floor where you were lying. Voices and grunts filled your ears, alongside the recognisable crashes of waves of the ocean. You were aboard a ship, and god knows how far you were away from the port.
Gasping in shock, you sat up with a jolt, only to feel the tightness of the rope digging into your wrist and ankle painfully.
“Finally awake, princess?”
A shadow towered over you against the setting sun. Taking your eyes off of the wooden deck, the first thing you saw was a glimmer of bright pale blue scales that seemed to trail endlessly into a snake tail. Slowly, you looked up to see the scales morph into a tanned human skin, bare and muscular, with intricate tattoos circling around his biceps. Finally, your gaze landed on his face—he was so beautiful that it made you dizzy and light-headed. His long silver hair was tied up in a messy bun above his head, with some strands falling gracefully down his cheekbones to his glimmering collarbones. His eyes shined a beautiful golden colour around the centre, turning a gradient to a turquoise colour around the rim, and his thin, vertical black pupil pierced you to your spot.
“What do you want from me?” you asked through gritted teeth, desperately trying to ignore your heart that was powerfully beating against your ribcage.
“I expect a ransom out of you,” the naga said, a furrow covering his brow as you asked the question, twitching ever so slightly in irritation.
“How did you know I’ll be at the ports today?”
“Luck seems to be on our side today, princess.”
Blood rushed up to your head, and you couldn’t tell whether it was anger or his deep voice that reverberated inside you sultrily.
“Do not call me that.”
“I make the rules here, princess,” he said as an arrogant smile nestled widely on his face. “Captain Tamva, at your service.”
The tip of his snake tail swished to the side as Tamva placed his hand on his chest and leaned forward into a mocking bow.
“How bright of you to let me remember your name,” you said, sarcasm dripping venomously. Scanning the ship nervously, you tried to see if you could see any land across the ocean, only to find nothing but endless water.
The naga narrowed his eyes as his forked tongue slipped out from between his lips, revealing his sharp fang. “I’m not worried about my crew getting caught. Xaenait never had any control over the waters to begin with.”
You winced. That was a sore spot for you, especially when you had just been at the port market alongside officials to check the illegal imports brought into the dynasty from pirates like him.
“I will personally find you,” you spat. “And make sure you will be chained and thrown in a cell to rot.”
Something in his eyes darkened, and ever so slowly, he started to slither towards. Just as he was right in front of you, he lowered his face to you, harshly grabbing your jaw in a painful grip as he forced your eyes on him.
“You threaten all those things, yet I heard that you couldn’t even start a fight when we captured you at the port,” Tamva said, an ugly curl in his lips and eyes that looked at you with such disgust in his eyes, your breath hitched into a stop. “Pathetic.”
Eyes wide from fear, you felt a shiver run down through you when his forked tongue ever so lightly grazed your lips, all the while fuming at his insults.
Satisfied to see your eyes flaring in anger, he lets go of you with a rough push, turning his back on you.
“Bring her down the cell, boys!”
“Yessir!” the crew all shouted in response.
The human and the half-orc from before took your arms and lifted you up, dragging you into the dark cell.
———
The cell was dark, damp, and cold. Although your ropes were untied and you weren’t chained, the iron bars didn’t forgive any possible escape. All of your belongings were stripped away from you, including the pouch of herbs you bought at the market with Tokimune, and angry tears prickled your eyes at how helpless you felt.
Night apparently has fallen, as a gnoll brought a plate of stale, hard bread and cheese to eat for dinner. He slid it under the cell and seeing your apprehensiveness of accepting the food, the gnoll let out a high-pitched laugh, assuring you that it was bought from the market today. Still tentative, you took a bite, and devoured it down as your stomach rumbled with hunger; the gnoll was there the whole time, keeping watch. Once you were done, you begrudgingly thanked him and slid the plate back at him and he accepted your gratitude with a chuckle.
Before he left, he told you, “I was surprised, you know, when you pulled out that knife when I grabbed you out of the carriage. Wasn’t expecting it.”
With a start, you realised he was the one who carried you to this ship and you narrowed your eyes at him, to which he responded with another howling laugh that lasted even after he closed the door behind him.
Another hour or so passed when the door opened. Your head perked up at the sound and you watched with a racing heart as blue scales emerged from the entrance, glimmering against the lamp.
“You,” you sneered, nose scrunching from distaste.
“Yes, princess. It’s me.”
Tamvan gave a little scoff as he slithered inside, curling his long tail, at least thrice your height, in a circle around him before closing the door. Unlike earlier, he wore a navy-coloured coat on his broad figure, the silver embroidery blending in well with his hair. The urge to stab his tail and ruin his beautiful scales was so great, that your fingers tightly gripped the cell bar until your knuckle turned white—alas, your knife was somewhere in the port when that gnoll slapped it away from you.
“What do you want?”
“I’m here to keep an eye on you.”
You were surprised at that, and equally vexed by the thought that he would be here the entire night as you slept.
“Don’t worry, princess.”
From the pouch hanging lowly on his hip belt, he brought out a neatly folded paper, and with a start, you noticed the Xaenait emblem—a wax sealed with the shape of a magnolia flower.
“Your father promised to pay an extra three hundred gold coins if ‘the princess is unscathed and unharmed’,” he read from the paper, a taunting smile plastered on his thin, pale lips. “How generous of his highness.”
He rolled his eyes at the fierce glare you sent his way. Nonetheless, he showed you the paper, and relief washed over you at seeing your father’s handwriting and the vermillion, square stamp at the end of the paragraph.
“The deal’s settled. You’ll be released back to your little palace in three nights.”
An unconconscious sigh left you, your fingers on the bars loosening as well.
Tamva chuckled obnoxiously. “How delightful to see you’re finally in a good mood.”
Your body tensed at his unneeded comment. “How would you feel if you were kidnapped and thrown in a cell?”
“Be thankful that you’re not in chains, and that none of my crews are laying a hand on you,” he hissed. “Most pirates aren’t as generous as us.”
“Thank you so much for your hospitality, then,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Could you also be ever so kind and give me a tour under the starry night?”
His powerful tail hit your cell bars, narrowly missing your hands as the impact rattled the iron. You yelped as a great wave of fear hit you, the sound of his tail striking the bars ringing in your ears unpleasantly.
“I will say it once and I won’t repeat it again,” he said through gritted teeth, “you may be a princess in Xaenait, but as long as you’re on my ship, you’ll learn to know your place.”
Recovering from the shock, you leaned closer to the bars and retorted back at him in a low voice, trying to keep your voice from shaking, “Well, let’s see what happens to that extra three hundred gold coins then.”
Tamva let out another great hiss, his forked tongue tasting your fear in the air, yet didn’t say anything back at you, knowing that he was greatly risking your father’s offer. He heaved a sigh and sat on a stool, arms crossed as he watched you with a cold gaze.
Ignoring his stare, you turned away and hesitantly settled on the wooden floor, shutting your eyes in hopes of finding sleep. All the while, Tamva watched you unwaveringly, laughing to himself incredulously at how quickly you fell asleep despite being held hostage. You smelled of herbs that left a tang, bitter smell on his nose, while his tongue captured the sweetness of your scent that lingered in the air like a vice.
All those glares and scowls you gave him were quite amusing to him, but also ever the more irritating and confusing to see how much you fought back futilely despite your helplessness and fear. But now, seeing the gentle rise and fall of your body from snoring softly in your sleep, his eyes unconsciously softened, and his heartbeat quickened its pace ever so slightly.
A breath of cold air entered through the gaps in the door, which made a shiver ripple through him despite the coat he wore. He cursed himself for not bringing a thicker coat, not realising how cold the cell was for his cold-blooded body. Glancing at your sleeping form, he felt the heat radiating off of you pleasantly, making him wonder if you would screech at him in rage if he were to curl his tail around your body.
Shaking his head to clear those thoughts away, he hugged his coat tighter and leaned closer to the lamp instead, trying to alleviate the cold and perhaps to ignore the slight longing he felt to feel the warmth from you.
Part 2
Check out my other stories set in the same world! (It might help with understanding some of the overlaps mentioned in this story)
Swords Clashing (Orc x F! Reader)
Weaving Through Complications (Tiefling x F! Reader)
A Crown & Masks (Oni x F! Reader)
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part two of when i met you
this is a filo!james au revolving around james potter courting regulus black in a semi-traditional way
disclaimer: english is NOT my first language and not the type that this would be beautifully written but there might be some grammatical error i didn't notice while editing. also keep in mind that this is my first multichapter fic and im still trying to improve my writing
translations at the bottom
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without even knowing what love and life were all about
James didn't stop. Regulus doesn't think he plans to. Wherever he's going, James is just suddenly there. Pestering him. He didn't know how he always found him. Even in a hidden alcove that he thinks it was only him who knows about it then suddenly there's James. Writing his essay.
He even got the nerve to look surprised. "Wow Reg, didn't know you would be finding me here."
"You're getting suspicious." Regulus crossed his arms.
"Maybe I just wanted your attention." James cocks his head to the side and leaned back to the wall. "You know, you are not easy to erase from my mind. Just—tila ako'y nahulog sa mala bituin mong ganda."
Regulus just gave that baffled look, obviously not understanding a word he said. But that didn't stop him from replying. "I wasn't aware that you still have a brain."
"Hey!"
"Seriously," James snorted. "What do you want?"
"I already told you, liligawan kita."
"You think you're high and mighty 'cause I don't understand what you're saying?"
"Oh, I'm loving it."
"Va te faire foutre!"
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"What does 'liligawan kita' means, Sirius?" Regulus asks his brother, hesitantly. Surely he knows some Filipino phrases since he lives with the Potters now. He didn't expect his already pale face to go paler.
"Did James tell you that?"
"He kept repeating it when I asked him what his pestering means," Regulus shrugs. Sirius temper is boiling now. That doesn't sound good.
"It's what Monty did to Effie," Sirius trails off. "Did he really say 'ligaw' to you?"
"That's how I learned to pronounce it correctly," Regulus deadpans.
"It means 'pissing you off'." Sirius' tone is biting now. "Excuse me for a moment. I need to find James."
He didn't even wait for Regulus' reply. He just marched away. That surely is an odd reaction. Does it really mean that? Was he really just pissing Regulus off?
Regulus didn't have to wait for an answer. James came barrelling to him as if he were being chased. "Hi Reg, let's head to the library?"
"You know I could tell Sirius where you are, don't you?"
"It's not as if you have a way to communicate this far to each other," James smirks. He grabbed Regulus' wrist and pulled him to the hall.
He did not, in fact, go to the library. They went to the greenhouse instead.
"This seems too peaceful to piss me off, Potter."
"I just have to show you something." He seems to be finding something. "Here!" He gestured at a chain of flowers that were pure white, small, dainty, star-shaped blossoms with a very heady scent.
This was the first time he saw a flower like that. It smells really good. "What's it called?"
"Sampaguita," James said, with a smile blooming on his face. "It symbolizes purity and fidelity. It's from back home—like in the Philippines. They usually use those flowers for saints."
"And you're showing me this...?" Regulus trails off, asking.
"You look quite like a saint." Regulus never expected a compliment. Especially from James who suddenly vowed he would piss him off. This is clearly not pissing Regulus off. Quite the opposite, really. He knew James could be a charmer but he didn't see himself on the receiving point. "I want you to keep it," James continues, not letting Regulus think of a reply to the compliment.
"How are you so sure I can take care of it?"
"Because I can't. Just keep it. It's charmed so that it doesn't wither as long as its owner is in lo..." James trailed off so quietly he didn't hear the last word.
"Um, okay. How can I trust you it's not a prank?" Regulus asks, skeptical.
"Trust me." He's not even hinting that it's a joke.
"If this turns out to be a prank I would ask Sirius to kill you in your sleep or I could kill you myself."
"Then I'll gladly die if it's you I would see last."
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If James is thinking that compliments and flirting gestures would piss him off then he's not thought of that well. Regulus came to the dorm, the Sampaguita chain practically wrapped around his wrist
"Wicked smell! Is that a new weed?" Barty asked.
"No."
"What? You're making this dorm a mini Hufflepuff common room, is that it?"
"It's just a flower chain and I'm not." Regulus places the flower on his desk. "James gave it to me. Said he can't take care of it."
"Seems to me, he's giving that to you as a gift."
"He's trying to piss me off. This is probably a prank."
"Then why was it wrapped around your dainty little wrist like it's very dear to you?"
"Who knows what would happen if I ruined it? Drop it, Barty. I do not have a romantic relationship with James."
"I didn't say you have a relationship with 'James'," Barty quotes. "Since when were you on a first-name basis?"
"We're not. Merlin, stop being nosy."
"I hope you know what you're getting into," Pandora said suddenly. Since when was she in here?
"Have you been here all this time?" Regulus asks.
"You're too busy gawking at the flower James gave you." Pandora walks towards him and gently grabs his arm where the Sampaguita wraps snugly. "This is interesting. It smells lovely. Is this Sampaguita?"
"How do you know that?"
"You can't forget a flower that smells as good as this. Lily gave me a chain of this flower after her vacation." She delicately touched the flowers. "James is really sweet giving you this. Are you sure it's his motives?"
"Why would he give me flowers if not annoy me? That would probably do something in my sleep."
"I'd love to die with that scent," Pandora commented. "Seriously Reg, Are you certain about his motives? It's unusual that he gives flowers to someone he doesn't fancy."
"It's not just a flower. It's a whole fucking chain," Barty adds.
"Would you two just stop."
"Just saying," Barty teases. "You sure he doesn't fancy you."
"No." If his face is red, no one's going to dare to point it out.
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"tila ako'y nahulog sa mala bituin mong ganda" - seems like i fell for your star-like beauty
"liligawan kita" - i'll court you
"Va te faire foutre" - go fuck yourself
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anti romantic
chapter 8 : darling, you’re the one i want
synopsis : anti romantic, college student choi yeonjun who thinks he’s seen everything in a relationship, promising himself that he won’t go through another relationship ever again to prevent himself from going through another heartbreak. that was until he sees yn, a classmate, chasing his heart. will his walls be enough to scare yn away, or will they continue chasing yeonjun with all they have ?
your eyes slowly opened, blinking, adjusting to the bright light that peeked into your room through the curtains. you laid in bed for a minute, the memories of last night’s picnic date with yeonjun ran through your mind, a giggle escaping your lips. you stretched out your limbs, as you yawned, pulling your blankets off of your body. slowly and progressively getting up, putting on the slippers that were right next to your bed.
your feet led you over to the living room, finding yeonjun’s body laying on your couch, a white puffy blanket covering his body. his phone in his hands, as he mindlessly scrolled through his social media. his eyes catching you through his peripheral vision.
“good morning,” you spoke, taking a seat on the loveseat that was placed diagonally across the couch.
“good morning, how’d you sleep ?” yeonjun asked placing his phone down. his semi-poofy hair, puffy eyes and cheeks, a small little pout resting on his face as his brows were still creased. it was obvious that he had recently woken up. but it was odd, because it didn’t matter that yeonjun had just woken up, he still looked so pretty. a wide-eyed gaze as he attempted to wake himself up.
“i slept kinda good.” preventing a smile from appearing on your face, you didn’t want him to know just how much last night meant for you, well you did want him to know, but you didn’t want to overwhelm him. “what about you ?”
“your couch is too comfortable, i don’t think i’ll be able to get up.”
“mmm that sounds good to me. i wouldn’t mind providing for you as long as you’re happy.”
“don’t say things like that, you’ll make me shy.” yeonjun replies, his morning voice still audible, a slight rasp coming out as he spoke.
you smiled, a bright grin resting on your face, at this point you’ve learned to appreciate any moment that you spent with yeonjun, things could’ve gone completely different : if yeonjun hadn’t sat next to you that one day in your fashion design class, had he gotten home at the usual time that day then he wouldn’t have broken up with yoojung and he would’ve still been an innocent and naive victim. or if you never attempted to cheer him up, where would he be now ? yeonjun knew that finding yoojung cheating wasn’t ideal, but he’s glad that he did because overall, he knew that you gave it your best, while yoojung never really tried to make him happy.. she was just there, no such thing as affection, so why was he ‘happy’ in such a bad relationship ? had it really been the greatest relationship that he had gone through, to the point where just yoojung’s presence had him riled up ? that’s what a relationship should be, no ? the idea of being in the presence of your partner should have you in filled with euphoria. but nothing he ever experienced had ever gone like this, he never went through a relationship where his significant other had reciprocated the same amount of energy.
were you really the one ? were you the one that he wanted ? the person of his dreams ?
“-also yeonjun..” he hummed, as he sat up black tank top becoming visible as the blanket fell off his shoulders. “if you don’t mind me asking.. why did you and yoojung break up ..? sorry if i made you uncomfortable.. it just seemed like you gave it all in your relationship.. so i just found it weird.”
“mm- that’s because i did.. i always planned dates for her, gave her flowers every time i saw her. i even went out of my own comfort zone for her.. but i guess that wasn’t enough. i used to think that she appreciated all of it, looking back on it now, she always had a face of hesitation. then one day, i was going to surprise her with something, and i walked in- she was with another man….” yeonjun’s voice slowly dropped.
“can i tell you something, jun.”
“-yeah..”
“i told you we went to the same high school together, right ?” yeonjun nodded, his fingers fiddling around with each other, the memory of yoojung still going through his mind. “well… i’ve actually liked you since then.. i know i lied when i said that i didn’t, i just didn’t want to come off as someone who was trying to take advantage of the hard times that you were going through.. you also came off as way too cocky so i felt kinda challenged.”
“ hm..? i did find it weird that you were so insistent on proving me wrong about how you saw love, but i never thought about it too much. it’s okay though, i’ll let you off the hook, just because you’ve been succeeding in all of this..”
“thank you for forgiving me..” you smiled, the tense feeling that ran through your body was finally gone, for some reason being around yeonjun felt more natural, he felt more like home. somebody that you could rely on. you were no longer trying to prove him wrong about his ideals, but rather you were trying to make him happy. “i don’t know if you remember this, but when we were still in school, i used to put little letters, gifts, and flowers in your locker..”
yeonjun’s memory quickly came to him, he remembered it very clearly.
yeonjun walked through the hallway, his backpack causing a certain ache on his shoulders. shoes echoing throughout the empty hallway. he had felt so.. pathetic, had he really gotten dumped in front of the entire cafeteria. a sigh leaving his lips, he wasn’t really sad about the situation, rather he was pretty upset that he had gotten so humiliated.
he picked his head up, neck tired from staring at the floor, he watched as a student walked into the hallways, exiting the entrance area. his mind immediately thanked them for being at the wrong place, but surely they were bound to find out soon, after all he did get dumped, in front of everyone. he went over to his locker, twisting the lock on it.
and there it was, a strawberry milk with a little red bean bread. a letter attached to it.
“cheer up ! there will always be obstacles, but you can defeat anything that’s comes in your way (^。^)”
little drawings decorated the small piece of paper, he grinned to himself, he had been receiving letters with small treats for nearly a while, he didn’t really think about who had been sending him things.. but he was happy that at least someone was looking out for him.
and the only reason why yn knew exactly what yeonjun was going through was because they heard his partner talking about it and bragging about dumping yeonjun in front of everyone. although yeonjun (thanks to the note) didn’t give up and he healed quickly from his breakup.
“huening told me that you stopped dating around high school… is that why, was it because of me ?”
“perhaps, but it’s because i also went through something similar as you did.. i always focused on what others wanted and not what i wanted, i’m still like that, but i never thought i would be in a relationship where the amount of energy that i put in would be reciprocated.. and you had that reputation, that you would put in so much energy into your relationships. so i stopped chasing for people that would do the bare minimum, and instead i started chasing over someone who would care for me.”
“so we’re exactly the same.. we really only have each other… thank you for those by the way.. for the gifts. they actually did make my day.”
“i know, you don’t think that i didn’t stick around to see your reaction.. i had to see if you liked it or not. and thank you for giving me the opportunity to steal your heart, i’ll have you wrapped around my finger as soon as i can..”
“mmm i’ll believe you once i start feeling it.” truth was, yeonjun was already feeling it. the comfort he got from just a few minutes of conversing with you, he felt like his life was beginning to piece together, the jigsaw puzzle that was once incomplete was starting to make sense. of course it would take a while to truly trust you and get a complete hold of his life and feelings, but he started to understand the outline.
“would you like something to eat ?” you questioned, your head tilted. “just tell me what you like and i’ll have it delivered.”
“mmm, any kind of soup would be nice, it’s getting colder and colder each day..”
“dumpling soup ?” yeonjun nodded in excitement, he couldn’t wait to eat something warm. the sky was already gloomy looking, clouds filled the sky.
he turned over to face you, his face beamed with a smile, cheeks red, he couldn’t believe that you had been the one to get him through thick and thin. and he wasn’t sure, but he certainly thought that, you were the one that he wanted
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Helloz, I wanted to ask for a fic of Spider-Noir with a assistant s/o that takes their job very seriously and acts more like an assistant than an actual partner (bonus points if they call him 'bos' or 'sir' casually)
you can make it any gender and smut or fluff, I don't care that much about that
Thank you for the request!
It Can Wait
Spiderman Noir x Female reader
Summary: Peter works as the boss of some important company and you are his girlfriend assistant. Reader takes her job super seriously and keeps rejecting Peter, but eventually, she doesn't ;)
Warnings: Smut! Handjob, unprotected sex, established relationship, pet names, semi-public? Not really? Oh yeah also reader is annoyingly grumpy lol
A/N: Thank you guys for the support! As always, my requests are open. I plan on getting to everyone's, but I like to put quality and time into each one so it may take a while. Enjoy! <3
“Peter, no.” He was kissing your temple from behind you, while you sat at your desk, annoyed. Even though you two were dating, you worked as his assistant and had to keep it professional. You spent most of your days behind this desk in this large penthouse doing paperwork or sorting through God knows what. He came to revisit you, impossibly bored from the lack of distress the world was in. He brought flowers and lots of unwanted affection. “Darling, I can’t help it, I miss you.”
“Well, it can wait until after work.” You replied monotonously, ignoring his hold and kisses. “It can’t… I need you” he said in an aroused and low voice. You didn't take the bait though and swatted him away. He stood up straight with his arms crossed and furrowed eyebrows. “Darling, don’t give me the cold shoulder…” he cocked his head to the side as you turned in your chair to work on the other side of your desk with an unbothered face. You looked up, seeing a customer walking through the doors and asking you a question. “I have an appointment with Dr. Parker?”
“Oh, yes!” you smiled with a handful of papers in your hands, “One moment, please.” You turned around in your seat to see Peter still standing right there. You looked up at him with a neutral expression, saying “Sir, you have a patient.” He gazed at you with a raised brow and smirk, lingering there for a bit trying to make your impartial demeanor falter. After no success, he looked up at the person and smiled with his arms raised, “Come right this way!”. As he led the patient to his office, he looked back down at you with intense eyes. You met his stare with the same neutrality as earlier.
The rest of the day went by somewhat smoothly, customers came and went and Peter must have taken the hint and stopped bothering you. That doesn't mean he stopped glancing at you though. It was late and you packed up. It took you a while to lock up everything. Peter was walking out of his office, locking the door behind him. He tried to keep his suitcase and papers from falling out of his hands while his glasses lowered down his nose. He wore his usual black suit, the tie loosened a bit and his hair slightly messy from the day. After completing that, he looked up and adjusted his glasses while looking at you. You were wearing an average blouse and pencil skirt. Earlier, you had on a flattering suit coat but it was now in your arms along with some documents you planned on taking home.
“Hey Beautiful,” he flirted while walking near you. “Hello Peter,” you replied with a sigh, still annoyed.
“Is someone upset with me?” he chuckled, setting his items on the desk. You looked up at him through your eyebrows and stood up straight. Your bodies were close and he smirked down at you. “Ok, ma’am.” he raised his hands up defensively with a joking inflection. He followed you as you made your way to the doors, speaking, “Peter, I don’t appreciate your advances. When we are at work we are expected to be professional, that includes-” Before you could finish your sentence he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you smoothly. Your surprised eyes became irritated, but you let him continue to kiss. A few more seconds pass before you both part. He pants a bit before saying “How am I expected to act professional around you?” You just looked at him, peeved, “Peter.” He chuckled again and lowered his head down your neck, kissing and nuzzling into it. “I’m being serious.”
“Who knew you were such a tease?” he scoffed, smirking, “You must’ve known what you were doing when you called me sir…” he mumbled, pushing your blouse out of the way to kiss your collarbone. You stood expressionlessly as he did this, pursing your lips.“So pretty,” he hummed. You looked up at the ceiling and eventually swung your paper-filled hands around his back. You felt him crack a smile after feeling you reciprocate the hug, but you were still displeased. Now your blouse was getting stretched out by Peter’s efforts, him kissing your upper breasts. You started trying to push him off, but he only hugged you more. “Enough Pete,” you flatly said, finally making your way out of his grasp. He looked down at you with smirking eyes and kept his hands on your hips. “Oh doll, don't be so stubborn, stay awhile. Sit with me?” he gestured toward the leather couch in the lobby. You gave him a dry stare. “Please?” he pressed. You sighed and walked over to the couch, Peter directly behind you.
As you both sat down, he slung an arm over your shoulders and leaned into your side, getting comfortable. “It’s been a long day,” he spoke. “I missed you.” he flirted. “We saw each other an hour ago.” you scoffed. “Yeah? Well, I can still miss my girl, even if I see her.” He replied, twirling your hair in his finger. You looked at him with tired eyes and an awkward smile, giving in a bit. “Aw, I’m making you smile…” he chuckled, taking any chance of lightening the mood. He brought a hand up to your mouth, holding your chin up as he leaned in and kissed you gently. You kissed back, causing him to grow even more passionate. “Hmm,” he groaned into the kiss, his hands now lowering down your waist as you both pulled away to breathe momentarily. When you came back again, he leaned further into you on the couch, his hard-on becoming ever so apparent. “Peter,” you moaned into a kiss, bringing your hand to his chest, pulling slightly on his loose tie. “What a knockout,” he muttered, grasping your body and trying to shove off your skirt. He successfully got your skirt off as you sloppily unbuttoned his shirt. He parted from the kiss and pulled the rest of it off impatiently. You watched him with hungry eyes, still trying to conceal your desires at the sight of his muscular and hairy chest. You started throwing your hair up in a ponytail, arms in the air, and the hair tie in your mouth. He grabbed your hips again, smirking down at you putting your hair up. After you did, you kissed him a few times sweetly.
He thought to himself that he needed you on his dick right now, but you were taking your sweet time playing with him. First, it was rejecting his efforts, then denying him any affection, but now it was taking forever to end the foreplay. “I need help,” you asked, turning your back to him and pointing to the zipper on your blouse. He groaned quietly as he unzipped it, making the blouse sleeves fall to your shoulders. When you turned back to him, he couldn't hold back. You looked ravishingly beautiful. “Darling, may I?’ he whispered in your ear, impossibly close to you and your dropping blouse. You looked at him with sincere eyes and nodded with a tiny smile. He kissed your cheek and jaw, wrapping his arms around you and pulling down your blouse. You laid your arms around his lower waist, moaning. He cupped your bra-covered breasts and grinded his erection on your clothed area, uttering praises in your ear as the situation intensified.
You unzipped his pants with sultry eyes and pulled them down just enough to see his boxers and hard-on. “It’s not a show and tell doll,” he huskily spoke, chuckling and lessening his grip on your waist. You looked up at him with an annoyed yet playful face before pulling down the boxers and holding his cock. He sucked in a breath, not expecting you to be so bold. You then began to move your hand up and down, encompassing his precum lathered shaft. You looked down at your work, bringing up a free hand to put some hair behind your ear. Peter was lost in pleasure, whimpering under your hold, but he took a moment to look at you while you put your hair back. He almost melted at your beauty, watching this. “Is that it?” you said under your breath, still very focused on pleasing Peter. He only leaned his head back and moaned. Your pace quickened and didn’t stop. He tried to sit up and touch you in any way, but he was too stimulated. “Shit,” he let out. You smirked up at him, almost sadistic-like before pausing and pulling down your panties.
You sat on his hips, straddling him as you led his dick into you. He cried out again, high on arousal, and let you ride him. “Quiet, Peter” you shushed, trying not to make any sounds yourself. He sucked in his breath and held it, still watching you satisfy yourself on him. Your hands were on either side of him and your hair swung down, tickling both of you. He took both breasts in his hands and kneaded them while clenching his teeth in passion. He grumbled in his baritone voice, “Sweetheart, please.” as you softly mewled. “Fuck,” you mumbled before slowing down and feeling his erection fill you with his cum. He gasped and thrusted into you as this happened, both of you making lewd noises. You leaned onto his body, him still very much so in you, as he relaxed his own on the couch again. Both panting and holding on to each other, he kissed the top of your head. “Thank you,” he murmured hoarsely. You smiled and held him tighter.
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Unusual Physical Characteristics: His green hair and nails, his rouge-red lips, and his chalk-white skin are all directly due to chemical exposure.
The Joker is a genius inventor and chemist. Using a seemingly laughable but actually very dangerous and deadly arsenal of comedy-themed weapons, such as his patented laughing gas, a bang-labeled spear-gun, explosive whoopie-cushions, an acid-squirting flower, a high-voltage joy buzzer, razor-sharp cards, poisonous pies, acid spraying water gun, and exploding cigars.
Violent themes ) Strong language) sexual themes) Cards > prompts > Character studies.> headcanons > Semi lit. && literature > Semi selective > Minors Dni ) < Asks are welcome. Tags are fine as well >
I don't really have many rules
Flirting, starters, one liners, i don't mind, because the Joker likes to flirt as well. He flirts a lot in dc comics, so that's just part of his character honestly, but he's not really into the person most of the time.
Batman and joker relationship is already establish. ❤
Some sexual themes is fine, but not too much..
If you send me something I'm not comfortable with. I'll just let you know privately, or you can even message me, and see if it's okay, before you write it up.
Please don't send me romantic starters unless the character's have known each other for awhile, and if you do send them. Please don't get bother when the Joker turn them down.
I am alright with romantic relationships, but if we do decide to go down that road. He'd have to really build up a relationship with them.
Harley Quinn / Batman / Punchline / their relationship is already established with the Joker. Romantic starters are welcome.
I won't be able to answer your replies fast, because i have a lot to reply to, or I'm really busy. Please be patient with me.
The Joker is violent character, so It might have some strong violence. Joker is also is sadomasochistic too. This is also mention in his bio and his wiki page.
Don't godmode me. Don't make my character do something I'm not alright with.
I don't mind if you send me anything. I don't bite.
Please feel free to let me know if I did anything wrong.
This is a multi ship blog for now, but I'm still deciding.
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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)
Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,
Word Count 2.8k
Summary: You and Jake talk, resolving some things but also leaving more open.
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Chapter 13: Hope & Purgatory
Group Chat: Your Favorite Hoes
Members: Lydia, Beth
Lydia: I just found out about the bet and all the other bullshit. I’m so sorry, sweetie.
You: It’s over so there’s not much to think about anymore
Lydia: Your boy is hurting too.
You: He’s not my concern anymore
Beth: He obviously cares about you after what he did today
Lydia: ??
You: Creepy Bill left flowers at my house, Jake called in a favor from a friend and now I have a security system and a shiny restraining order
You: What about you and Rooster?
Lydia: It’s definitely in the “It’s complicated” category. I’m pissed he went out his way to expose Hangman, but it’s ultimately Hangman’s mess to fix
Lydia: I’ll let you know, I talked with him. Probably told him too much of your backstory, but I think he’s the real deal and really cares about you.
Lydia: I told him about Liam
You: It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s over.
Beth: Elsa, for once in your life don’t go scorched earth on a guy
You: I know you guys both want me to have a happy ending, but this is my life and it’s not like that.
Beth: I know what that means, you’re done talking about this
Lydia: Sweetie, we’re here for you
You: I know that, love you guys.
You immerse yourself in work to fill the void you feel. You imagine your heart hardening like a scar, not healing like a wound.
It's Thursday afternoon when you get a text from Jake.
Jake: El, I really need to talk to you. I'm leaving for a mission tomorrow and I don't know how it's going to turn out. I get this is a selfish ask.
You have no energy to protest; you figure this talk will at least bring some closure. The way you've been trying to figure out Jake and you has exhausted you.
You: I'll be home by 5:30, you can come by if you want
As you walk up to your house, Jake is sitting on the steps, elbows on his knees, hand clasped together. You curse your traitorous heart as it does that little flutter when Jake locks eyes with you. Unlocking the door you wave him in.
For once in his life, Jake looks unsure of himself and looks around awkwardly for somewhere to sit. You wave at the sofa, wincing when you think of what happened there the last time you were together at your house.
He sits on the sofa and you sit on an armchair, desperate to put some distance between you two. He slides down to the end of the sofa closest to you. There is nervousness written all over his face and a new bruise on his cheekbone.
“Where did you get that?” you ask, desperate to break the silence in some way.
“Rooster, clocked me during training,” he replies sheepishly.
“For that stunt you pulled at the Hard Deck?”
“No, I brought up his dead dad and his history with Maverick. I was being an idiot and trying to make him hurt in some way. Stupid kid stuff, I deserved this.” He points to the bruise.
“I’m not going to disagree with that assessment.”
Jake reaches out and takes your hand, in the split second you hesitate to considering pulling it back, he starts talking,
“Elsa, I don’t know where to start. I’ve fucked up, majorly. I should have told you about the bet, I shouldn’t have taken it all, I was already planning on trying to talk to you and Rooster, fucking Rooster, laid down the bet and youtook it like a fish on hook. I don’t know what it is about him that fucking riles me up so much. But that's on me, I made that stupid choice and I'm hoping to God that it's not going to haunt us for the rest of our lives.”
He takes another deep breath and continues.
“"Elsa, I don't know what to call what we have going on here, but I know this isn't some extended hookup situation. I'm feeling a lot of things I can't name and for once in my life they're not coming from my dick. I get why you’re keeping at an arm’s distance, Lydia told me about Liam.”
“I know, she told me.”
“I can’t begin to understand that level of betrayal and how deep that must have cut. But, I’m not Liam.”
“Jake, we both got into this knowing it was temporary, that you were here only for a few weeks. That this was just a little bit of fun," you say looking away, the earnestness in Jake's eyes overwhelming you.
“I know, I know," he sighs,
"That’s what I thought this was, but this is different. This isn’t some summer fling. I get the tantalizing glimpses into who really are and then they’re gone. I get why you’ve got this shell around you,it’s survival. You wouldn’t be where you are in this world, be the amazing person you are, if it hadn't been there to protect you, but some time you're going to crack that shell open and be vulnerable.”
You scoff,
“That’s easy for you to say, you just act like a cocky asshole to keep everyone away."
Jake nods, squeezing your hand,
“If it had been anybody else that night at the bar I wouldn't have given it a second thought and written you off as a bitch. I've had my balls busted enough times to have figured it out. I brought out the full Jake “Hangman” Seresin Experience and you didn’t care. You didn't want Hangman, you wanted to get to know just Jake. It's been a really long time since somebody did that. So when you rightfully called me on my bullshit you had me hooked. I don't back down from a challenge so I had to try again.”
“That and $500,” you ruefully laugh.
“Forget the bet, I didn’t collect it.”
“That’s supposed to make me feel better, not feel like a fucking trophy, just another notch on your bedpost?” you spit, the anger lurking under the surface finally breaking out.
He looks into your eyes, and puts his other hand over yours that is still clasped in his,
“I know it’s not enough, Elsa, but if you let me I will spend every day of the rest of my life making it up to you. I’m not those other guys, I’m not Liam. You're so God damn smart, so fucking hot, no wonder guys are intimidated by you. They wanted to tear you down to their level instead of striving for yours. I would be so god damn proud to have the privilege to go through this life with you. Those boys who left weren't me, they weren't man enough to be worthy of a woman like you. I just might be if you let me in and give me a chance to love you.”
The word love hangs in the air like a bomb slowly falling to the earth, you can see it in Jake’s eyes as he looks at you. You turn your head away, and say,
“Jake, I don't know what else I can say. I can only give so much of myself if this isn't for the long haul. Your career is as important to you as mine is to me. I can't give you my heart and have you halfway across the world for months at a time or moving from military base to base, playing the happy Navy wife. There are things I want to achieve and I can’t just give up everything I’ve worked for on a hunch.”
His shoulders sag,
“It's okay, Elsa. I understand it, but I don't have to like it. But it’s a start and that’s more than enough for me, right now. I don't know about anything else, but it's a start."
He starts to stand, knowing he has said his piece. You follow him to the door. Jake pauses before he opens the door and turns around and opens his arms in an invitation for an embrace.
You look into his eyes, blink a few times, swallow hard, and take a deep breath. For once in your life, you take the step forward into his arms. His hug is almost crushing with its intensity, but you can feel some of the tension flow out of his body. He kisses your forehead and murmurs,
“It’s a start, El. It’s a start.”
He starts to break the embrace to leave, and you reach your hand up to his cheek. You lean up on your tiptoes and kiss him gently,
“Come back to me, Jake.”
“I will,I will," he says inside the kiss.
And with that he leaves and your door quietly closes. The silence is unbearable in your house. For the second time in a week, you slump down your door and start to cry.
Later that night you get a text message.
Jake: I’ll be out of contact for the next four days. Just know that I’m thinking about you and I’ll be at your side the second I’m back if you let me. Take care, El.
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The next four days are absolutely agony. You don't have a name for where Jake and you are, but it feels like standing on the edge of a cliff with Jake holding his hand and saying, “Jump with me.”
To pass the time and do something other than work and undertake a punishing workout schedule, you meet Lydia and Beth for dinner in Little Italy Saturday night.
You've settled in and decided to split a bottle of wine, a nice nero d'avola from Sicily.
You lob out the first question to Lydia,
“So what’s going on with you and Rooster?”
Lydia laughs,
“Fuck if I know. I ended up chewing him out after Jake let me know about his antics at the bar. I was more angry that he had fucked up something good for you, forget Hangman. You know me, you know how I am when I’m angry.”
You chuckle remembering an epic break up in college where the guy had cheated on Lydia and the fallout.
“Did you throw anything?”
“Not this time, there was nothing in reach, honestly. I left pissed off, ignored his calls and texts, but the next day he showed up at my house after work with flowers. We talked, acknowledged that it was ultimately Hangman’s shit to deal with but that it was still a really really shitty thing to do. I forgave him, for some reason, and I think we’re good now. I just want him back in one piece.”
“What is it between those two?” Beth asks, grabbing a bite of bruschetta.
“Bob says those two have been at each other's throat since training started. They’re like oil and water.”
You snort,
“More like gunpowder and flame, honestly those two just need to have the fist fight, pissing contest, or whatever they need to settle their weird alpha male energy. Although, Rooster did give Jake a good shiner.”
“I know right? Can’t say it wasn’t undeserved, Hangman brought up Rooster’s dad. He died in a training accident flying with Maverick when Rooster was a kid,” Lydia adds.
You nod in agreement while sipping your wine. Lydia lobs the question back,
“What with you and Hangman? Rooster said he came back Thursday night in a strangely good mood."
You put down your wine and take a deep breath,
“We talked. It’s not fixed, but I think we understand each other more. I’m trying to be open to all this.”
Lydia smiles,
“Is someone finally thawing your heart out?”
Beth snickers next to you.
“As cliche as that is, I’d say yes. There’s a possibility there that wasn't there before," you say.
“Alright, Beth, you’re the last to go. How's this thing going with Bob?” you ask.
She smiles and is lost in a flash of memory before she blushes.
“It’s good, you’d never know just how interesting he is unless you slow down and make an effort. I think that’s why he seems bland compared to all the over the top personalities of the rest of the squadron. He’s definitely the strong silent type.”
“You think this could be a long term thing?” you ask.
“I don’t know, they’re all here on temporary assignment so I haven’t given it much thought,” she replies, “I’m a little gun shy after Leo. But, Bob seems to get that and is letting me set the pace.”
“You and Rooster, Lydia? Long term potential?” you ask, curious where they stand.
She is oddly silent for a long time, “For once I actually hope so. I thought this was just going to be a good night’s fuck and that’d be it, but there’s something there I want to grow.”
She tears up slightly,
“I’m so worried about him right now, doing god knows what out there.”
You reach your hand across the table and take Lydia’s in yours. “He’ll come back, sweetie. I don’t think I’ve seen you in love before.” Lydia startles and opens her eyes wide,
“Shit, you’re right. And I fucking didn’t tell him before he left.”
“They’ll be back Monday, you can tell him them, you know after you’ve fucked the life out of him," you reassure her. She laughs and blinks away the tears.
“Look at us, three lovesick fools mooning for our military men on a mission. Fuck it, we need some shots, at least I can feel miserable tomorrow with a hangover.”
And with that Lydia calls the server over.
The next morning you wake up in surprisingly good shape for the amount of alcohol consumed, so you decide to go for a walk along the beach. As you sit down in the sand and watch the waves roll in, you see jets taking off from North Island and your heart aches thinking about Jake. You hate this purgatory you're in; you can't stand not knowing where you stand. Dismal failure? You can work with that, been there, done that. Floating in limbo? You're powerless one way or the other. You try to absorb as much calm from the ocean as possible before you walk back to your house. Trying to stay busy you do laundry and the other million things you’ve been putting off around the house. The day slowly winds away and you fall asleep in bed reading a book.
Monday is at least filled with work and other distractions. The day is so busy you end up eating lunch at your desk finalizing material reports for the next version of Darkstar. The day ends and you make your way home. You have no idea when Jake is supposed to be back to North Island, all you know is Monday. Your question is answered as you round the corner to your block and see a familiar body clad in khaki stretched out on the steps taking in the sun. You betray your usual cool exterior and break into a run desperate to get to Jake. He catches your approach out of the corner of his eye and jumps up to greet you.
He wraps you in a crushing hug lifting you off the ground and he murmurs,
“Oh El, it’s so good to see you.”
You look up to him and say,
“You came back, you’re here.”
He laughs lightly and says,
“I’ll always be here, baby.”
He leans down to gently kiss you and it feels like coming home. You finally break the kiss and you invite him inside and gesture to the couch.
“Let me change out of my work clothes, grab a beer if you want.” You change into a t-shirt dress in record time. When you get back to the living room, Jake has pulled two beers out to the coffee table and he is leaning over with his elbows on his knees. He reaches for a beer, his knee bouncing up and down rapidly. It’s such a contrast to the cool collected demeanor you've become accustomed to from him.
You sit down on the couch a small distance away from him. There is a nervous energy around him like you’ve not felt before. You catch his eye and arch an eyebrow questioning him. In one fluid motion he’s on the floor on his knees in front of you holding your hands, his hands are sweaty.
“Jake, are you okay? What’s wrong?” you ask, concerned.
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Chapter 4 - it’s all about the…
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A/N: yeah I know it’s late…I’m sorry! I’m just so so busy with uni and Easter (which reminds me; happy Easter!!). I’m tired af but I just couldn’t sleep another night without posting this! I feel awful for no reason, here some flowers as an apology😬💐 love ya, enjoy! And thank you @jamneuromain for some of the ideas, especially about Brock 👀❤️
Pairing: stripper!Steve Rogers x Sugar!Mommy reader
Chapter summary: You go out with steve to buy him some new clothes. The day is all about giving and receiving…
Warnings: hand job, semi public, oral f receiving, subby Steve, needy Steve, mommy kink, a hit of mommy issues,
18+
A few days later a chilly breeze reminded you of Steve’s thin jacket that he was probably still wearing, too thin, too cold. Not even close to what he was supposed to wear in such weather. You felt bad for not having bought him a jacket sooner, especially since you were cuddling in your own fuzzy coat, always warm and soft hugging your body.
Sitting in your office you couldn’t stop thinking about this issue.
Your Babyboy needed a high quality jacket. Something that would keep him warm and be comfortable, not just a thin worn out coat. You didn’t want him to freeze or get sick. It would probably break your heart to see him sick while you could’ve prevented it a bit.
Were you thinking ahead? Again? But it’s just the little voice in your head that told you to take care of him, make sure he’s fed, comfortable and appropriately dressed.
You were definitely caring a bit too much for just knowing him less than a week, but Steve was really a sweetheart. He had probably already stolen a part of your own heart.
But maybe you should just casually mention wanting to go shopping? Maybe asking if he wanted to accompany you?
You’ve already made up your mind. He’s coming with you. And he’s getting a damn warm jacket.
Taking out your phone you found Steves contact, typing a text. > Hello, Steve. Are you free today? We could go shopping, maybe grab some food on our way home and I’d drop you off later at your place. Tell me when I could pick you up. < Reading over the message one more time you added a little heart emoji, before sending. It was immediately delivered and seen only a few seconds after. You hadn’t had time to even put your phone away, before a reply came.
> hi CTN have classes. BRB < You squinted your eyes at the reply for a moment, not being sure if these weren’t some typos-but no, thinking it through you assumed it meant ‘can’t talk now’ and ‘be right back’. That’s the only thing that would make sense. Jesus, this kid.
You decided to reply anyway. >Just let me know. I can pick you up whenever you’re free.< With that you put your phone aside, rereading the documents you had filled out before texting Steve. Just when you sighed them and put them in a binder for later to go over during one of the upcoming business meetings, your screen lit up.
> iirc my classes end in 40 but iu2u when youd pick me up just lmk <
You stared at the message for a solid three minutes before huffing and throwing your phone in your purse. How could a person shorten a sentence so much that you couldn’t understand it? The only thing you assumed was his classes ended in 40 minutes. Hopefully.
After closing your office you walked to your assistants desk, telling her you wouldn’t be back today. For a moment you considered asking her about the text message, if she could translate it into your old school language.
God, you thought it would be easy to be with someone younger, but…whatever.
Sitting in your car you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at the last message one more time.
IIRC... I really care? No, that can’t be right, there are two i’s
My classes end in 40…minutes, right?
but iu2u…I used to you? This also doesn’t make any sense. Why the hell is there a number in it?
When you'd pick me up just…lmk…Love me kiss me?? Huh. So should you kiss him? Or what does he mean?
Only when you look in your rearview mirror do you notice the grimace on your face, the squinted eyes and pouty lips. Jesus. All this over one text message. Now you feel even older than you actually are.
After putting your phone and purse away you started the car. Not needing your GPS since you knew where Steve’s university was, you turned on some music before finally leaving the parking lot, quietly humming to yourself.
Within twenty minutes you arrived at Steve’s university, to be exact in front of the art building. Opening your car door you turned down the volume of the music, but not fully down. It was quite chilly and windy so you threw your fur coat over your shoulders, leaning against your car.
Steve's class should end in ten minutes so you decided to let him know you were already waiting. > I parked at your art building.<
It didn’t surprise you when the replay came within seconds. > rnbbbb? <
“What the fuck does this mean”, you whispered to yourself having no idea what Steve meant. Not even a hint. Sighing, you shook your head. Not wanting to look like a total moron by asking him what he meant you took a picture of your view, to show him where you waited. > I’m here <
While waiting for Steve’s classes to come to an end the sun slowly started shining, the wind stopping. It started to get warmer immediately, making you feel too warm in your coat, so you quickly took it off, throwing it over your arm, leaving you in your black suit, the Gucci belt shimmering in the bright light.
Since it would take a few more minutes till Steve’s classes come to an end you grabbed yourself a cigarette, lightening it and bringing it to your lips. The red lipstick staining the stumble, while you breathe out the smoke.
Your phone vibrated again, four times. This many messages could mean business so you quickly took your phone out-only to see all four were from Steve. A small smile crept onto your lips while you opened his chat, surprisingly seeing a picture of yourself, leaning against the car and smoking.
> picture <
> I see you! HOT! <
> omw <
> bbbbb <
You pulled your eyebrows together, a quiet chuckle escaped your lips, still not understanding half of the things he meant-well, omw you knew was on my way. Wanda used it sometimes, too, being the youngest in your friend gr- “hello gorgeous”, interrupted you a voice. A voice you didn’t know.
With raised eyebrows you lifted your gaze, looking into the gray eyes of a stranger with a predatory grin. “Hello, and you are?” You smiled as friendly as possible at the man, who was in your opinion standing a bit too close to your personal space.
“I’m Brock and you seemed like you needed some company, so I’m here to help you out, gorgeous.” A scoff escaped your lips. “Please, leave me alone, I’m not interested in you nor your company.” You didn’t like men who behaved like they could have everyone. Especially you. His grin made you actually feel the opposite, making you slowly back a bit away from him. “Thanks, I’m just waiting for someone”, with that you looked to the doors-just then did Steve leave the art building. Finally
Your lips curved upwards. “There’s my boy. You can go now, Brock.” He wanted to say something more but you turned away from him, instead awaiting for Steve to come.
Behind you Brock snorted when Steve stopped in front of you, a bashful smile on his face. “Hi”, he mumbled leaning a bit down when he noticed you wanted to kiss his cheek-which you did, leaving a red lipstick stain behind. “Whops, sorry, Stevie, now everyone can see who you belong to”, you grinned; licking your thumb before trying to wipe away the red color from his skin. Of course this made him blush immediately.
There was another unfriendly reaction behind you, an unpleasant groan. “Really? Steve? That’s who you’re spending your time with? Come on, that doesn’t make sense. You can do better-or maybe he’s just some waiter boy huh? Earning a couple more bucks, because there’s no other reason such a gorgeous woman would be with a poor, sick nerd that-“ “oh for fucks sake aren’t you bored of standing here and watch us?” You hissed, throwing your fur in the back of your car while nodding for Steve to get in the car, before turning around to address Brock again.
“Maybe you are wondering how he lands with a rich af girlfriend, but I'm not putting up with your shit because he's the one having a relationship between the two of you. In fact, he's a million times better person than you are, you arrogant misogynist prick." With that you got in the car yourself, wanting to drive away. Your gaze once again falling to the young man that had bothered you-but then you looked back at Steve, who was visibly uncomfortable and upset.
Sighing you took his hand. “Don’t think about him. I only met him ten minutes ago and can tell he’s a total idiot. You’re not what he-“ “fucking Gold digger!” You heard Brock's voice, making your grip on the wheel tighten-thank god you weren’t driving or you’d have hit the brakes till they’d squeak.
“I won’t let him do that to you”, you hissed under your breath, leaving the car, loudly throwing the door shut. Brock was already standing with his friends, talking shit about Steve that you could hear from your car.
So you decided to teach him a lesson.
Nobody messed with your boy.
“Hey Brock!”, you called out, noticing how a grin spread onto his lips while he turned around, already saying something. “Gorgeous, I’m glad you changed y-“, before he could finish the sentence your fist met his jaw so hard he stumbled back into one of his friends. All of them left shocked and speechless, while you smiled at the group one last time before walking back to your car. Behind your back you could hear some mutters that made you grin even more.
When you finally sat back behind the wheel, Steve was also shocked. His beautiful blues wide, at the same time feeling how his heart was thudding wildly. “Now where were we? Oh right, don’t listen to Brock, he’s not worth it,” while you tried to cheer Steve up he seemed to get even more upset.
“He may be not worth it but…he’s not wrong. I’m poor and sick and a total nerd, while you’re this amazing woman that deserves to be with a real man,” he looked out of the window, ignoring your hand when you tried to take his. “Steve, why do you think that? Money is not important-that’s why we have our agreement and…you’re not sick, right? Do I need to know something? If you need medicine or anything, I’ll get it for you. You just need to tell me.”
There was a sigh next to you and Steve carefully took your hand. “Just look at me”, you did just that, your gaze falling over Steve for a second, but the only thing you noticed was his hurt puppy dog eyes. “What do you mean, Stevie?”, you chuckled, having a hard time understanding what he meant.
“Take a closer look-“ “Steve, if you want me to take a closer look we might end up in a tree, you have to tell me,” there was another loud sigh.
“Look at my ear,” his voice was quiet, even sounding a bit insecure. That’s when you had to stop at a red light, making it way easier for you to finally take a look at him. He wasn’t looking at you, completely avoiding your gaze.
Only after a few seconds did you notice what he was talking about, or, well, because he pointed it out. “Stevie…how have I not noticed it before?”
Steve had a hearing aid.
It wasn’t even much noticeable, just a bit of light blue around his ear.
“And Brock bullies you about that? What a dick. You shouldn’t feel self conscious about that. You’re still perfect-maybe even more than before”, you said softly, leaning over to him and kissing the shell of his ear, noticing how he blushed. His whole chest swelled up, his throat felt a bit tighter, while butterflies erupted in his stomach. His whole body.
Which he quickly tried to ignore.
Instead he cleared his throat. “So you don’t mind it? There’s more stuff. I also have asthma-and I-“ Softly chuckling you took Steve hand again, while pulling over. You hated how he was trying to talk himself down. Steve was an amazing person, with an incredible soul and heart.
His gaze was glued to your hand that was holding his, your thumb stroking the back of his hand, his skin tingling under your touch. “None of that, Stevie. I really like you the way you are-but I don’t like it when you talk yourself down, okay? You’re amazing-and so much better than this Bully Brock. I’d rather spend my whole life with you than a day with Brock.”
A that you both were shocked.
But the composed person you were, you tried to ignore the blush creeping up into your cheeks.
“Well, I-I wanted to ask you about something you texted me-or…a few things even”, you chuckled, probably making yourself even more nervous than before. Somehow you felt like you walked right in a dead end with all that, which Steve partly noticed too, so he grabbed your phone. “Could you enter the password so I-” “I don’t have one, don’t worry.”
You could feel the side eye Steve was giving you.
You could feel it burn a hole in your skull.
“What? Don’t look at me like that. I forget my passwords all the time.” Steve still wasn’t convinced with your explanation, but didn’t say anything. Instead he opened your chat watching over the messages he sent you. “So? What did you wanna know?”
Surprisingly you felt yourself blush again. Which hadn’t happened often…before meeting Steve.
“Could you…could you explain the abbreviations to me? I know a few-I think-but not all of them”, at this point you felt your whole head burning. The last time you were this nervous was…maybe in highschool. Which also was quite a while ago. You really didn’t want to get deeper into it.
Since you couldn’t remember the shortened messages Steve had sent you before you leaned a bit over to him. “Oh right, there were a few. iirc, iu2u, lmk…? Like…I really don’t know what this means. Lmk? Love me, kiss? If you want me to kiss you just-“ Steve’s laugh interrupted you, the blush on your face deepening immediately.
When he noticed you were serious he promptly shut his mouth. “I’m sorry-I didn’t mean to laugh, I’m sorry. I thought you were joking…”, he mumbled, averting his gaze. “Okay, so, iirc means ‘if I remember correctly”, there was a pause, so you looked up at him but he didn’t say more.
“So do you remember or not?”
And that’s when Steve realized it’d be a long, long time till he explains everything.
He was right.
It took him twenty minutes to finally explain everything and till you two finally stepped out of the car, your hand immediately wrapping around his bicep. “Just one more question, you didn’t explain what the whole ‘bbbb’s mean? That I Waldo couldn’t figure out” “oh, no, that’s nothing just typos, my screen broke and now it sometimes…does this”, Steve laughed quietly, the blush from before reappearing.
He definitely needed a new phone. You’ve seen his phone before, but you hadn’t expected it to be that bad.
“Would you mind?”, you smiled at him, giving him your purse that he took without hesitation. There was even a little happy smile on his lips, feeling helpful.
You walked into the shopping mall, your heels clicking coudly against the tiles. Many heads turn to watch you, eager to see the source of the clinking.
And Steve? Steve didn’t like all the attention.
The looks of other people’s faces first interested, then thoughtful and after a second judging. Him. They were all looking at him. They were all judging him. His simple collage hoodie, while you were wearing a whole elegant suit. The Louboutin heels loud and clear for everyone to hear, to see. To notice.
“Don’t do that”, Steve’s head turned so quickly you feared he might hurt himself. “What? I’m not doing anything?” Softly chuckling, you shook your head squeezing his biceps a big harder to comfort him. “I can feel you thinking. Ignore it. The thoughts, the people. They’ll always look. It’s what people do”, you tried to reassure him, succeeding only partly. He was still tense, but his lips twitched to a smile.
For a moment you watched as he watched his bottom lip, his cheeks covered by a soft pink blush. “Can we get some food first, tho? I haven’t eaten anything today and-“ “you what?? But it’s three pm?! You must be starving, baby. Let’s get you something to eat first”, with that you grabbed him a bit tighter, pulling him with you.
Half an hour later Steve was fed, happily still holding your purse while the two of you walked into a clothing shop. A very, very expensive shop. At least compared to the clothes he’d usually buy-mostly stuff on sale or second hand. And now he was in a shop surrounded by premium brands he didn’t even know how to pronounce.
You didn’t even look at the prices while showing him all the clothes he should try on. “I’ve noticed you like blue, right? Would you mind trying on some suits? I’d love to see your beautiful body in a real suit, maybe a blue one…or gray…or..well, we’d see which one would suit you best”, while talking you couldn’t stop yourself from brushing your hand along his muscular chest. To no one's surprise his face was covered by red spots, again.
“You’re so cute”, you whispered, pulling him a bit closer. His smile widening to a grin, his hands automatically falling into your waist.
He’d love to kiss you.
At the thought his chest tingled a bit. A bashful chuckle escaped his lips, while his grip on you tightened.
It’s weird how much happier he felt with you. How much more desirable he felt because of you. He didn’t even know you a lot, having only spent a bit time with you and yet he felt amazing with you. Like he mattered…like…you really liked him.
But maybe that’s how it's supposed to be. Nothing was real, it just was supposed to feel and look like it’s real. Or not? Was it real? Slowly he got confused, so he decided to push these thoughts away. It was all about money, he shouldn’t be seeing too much into it.
“Now go try these on…and whatever else you’d want to, there’s no price limit if you’re worried about that. It’s on me”, you gave him the clothes, continuing to look for something for yourself, maybe a new blouse or skirt.
Maybe some new heels…
Or a coat? Maybe- “could you please come with me? I…want you to help me…decide and just tell me what looks good”, Steve seemed nervous, maybe even a bit uncomfortable with the attention he was getting from some shop assistants that always checked if he needed any help-which he denied.
“Sure, sweetheart. Let me get something for myself then”, after finding a few pieces for yourself you followed Steve to the changing rooms-hust when he wanted to walk into one of them you grabbed his arm. “The last one is bigger.” Without further explanation you pulled him into the last one, immediately hanging your clothes up.
Steve looked a bit around, his gaze falling to your hands when you started taking off your suit jacket and slowly opening the button down. He didn’t even notice the smirk on your lips, while you casually let the blouse slide from your shoulders, his gaze still glued to your body, now to your bra covered breasts. A very pretty bra, if he had to be honest, black with lace, perfectly pushing your breasts up, making them look nicely. Very, very nicely…the image of your naked breasts popped up in his head, reminding him of the incident a few days ago.
Then your pants dropped to the floor and you stepped out of them, with this coming a step closer to him. The matching slip nicely hugging your hips, the hip dips making him wanna grasp your body even more. You were so beautiful. And so, so sexy.
Without saying a word you turned around and bent down to pick up your clothes, his breath stopping for a second. Your round ass on display. So close he could touch you if he’d reach out. Your legs look incredibly long, especially with the heels. The heels with the red bottoms.
Fuck.
Now he had a little problem.
Or a big one.
Whatever.
Definitely a visibile one.
And he knew you’d notice it, too, as soon as you’d look back at him.
What he didn’t know is, you did all of it on purpose, knowing exactly how your body, clad in only underwear, would affect him. You took a skirt, sliding it on then finally turning around to watch Steve’s reactions.
Just as expected his head was red, the blush creeping up his chest to the very tips of his ears. His hands folded before his crotch, making you raise your eyebrows. “You’re hiding something from me, Stevie?”, you whispered teasingly, slowly pushing his hands away, your palm pressing against his hard cock. A soft gasp escaped his lips.
“S-sorry I-“ “you got a bit excited, hm? Was it because of my breasts? Or my ass? Did you imagine how it’d be to grab my body? Pressed against you, while you’d fuck me?”, you whispered against his neck, leaving some kisses behind. His pants felt tight around his crotch, especially with you palming him with every word, “come on, baby, tell me what you’re thinking about.” A quiet whine escaped his lips while he buried his face against your neatly made hair.
“Thought about-about holding your hips-squeezing-feeling you close”, he mumbled, pushing into your palm, while you slowly opened his pants, your hand stroking over his boxershorts, grabbing his thick shaft tightly. “My naughty boy getting all worked up in a changing room. My filthy babyboy. Want me to make you cum? Are you this needy? Coming while being in public? In a changing room? Aren’t you scared of getting caught?”, you felt how his dick twitched at that, leaking more precum into his underwear, soft moans leaving his mouth.
You kissed underneath his ear, sucking gently at his skin, feeling Steve tense against you. His face pressed even harder into your neck, the moans turning to breathless gasps, while he slowly filled his boxershorts with cum.
A chuckle escaped you, while you slowly pulled out your hand from his pants. “Sweet”, you mumbled watching him cover his crotch, the redness in his face darkening. He looked down at his hands, before back at you. “I just came.” “I know.” The smirk on your lips reappeared and you quickly changed into the clothes you’d worn before, while Steve seemed frozen in place.
“Stevie, don’t worry. I’ll get you something to change into and it’ll be fine. Wait a minute, I’ll get you some underwear…just…wait for me. Don’t make a mess while I’m gone”, you added teasingly, watching as the man whined quietly, a bit embarrassed.
Or a lot.
Giving him a last kiss you left him to find some underwear, already paying for it and bringing it to him. After he changed and tried a few other things on, especially pants which he needed to wear now, because the other pants were…a mess.
After leaving the shop you looked once again back at Steve, who was carrying four to the brim filled clothing bags and your purse, a smile creeping on his lips when he noticed your gaze. “Need any help, baby?” “No, no I’m good”, he immediately refused to give you any bags, wanting to carry it all by himself. Laughing you shook your head at him, but finally let him have it his way.
“I need to do some errands, it’d take half an hour, max. In the meantime you could maybe…go order something? And we could go home then-unless you want me to drive you to your place?” He thought about it for a minute, before shaking his head. “I’d like to stay with you tonight.”
You shouldn’t feel as happy as you did.
After deciding where Steve could go order something to eat, you went back to the clothing store, finding a jacket Steve had not so subtly looked at, a very simple one but very thick, perfect for winter and cold evenings.
You bought something else, too, what you knew he’d be very happy about.
It wasn’t too hard to find Steve with all the bags hanging from his arms, looking a bit funny even. And probably a bit overwhelmed.
“Let me take the food, okay? I don’t want your arms to lose circulation from all the bags”, you grinned, taking the food from his hands, pecking his cheek. Leaving a soft red lipstick stain behind. You decided to leave it.
Your place wasn’t far away so it only took you twenty minutes to arrive. “Bring your stuff to your room and I’ll get the plates ready”, you said while taking out the food and bringing it to the couch so you could watch a movie together.
He turned around to look at you with all the bags in his hands. A grin on his lips while he came a bit closer to you, pecking your cheek. “Thanks, my sugar mommy. Can't imagine having a better mommy”, he definitely meant it kicking my, but seeing you blush and gasp softly made him pretty curious. But maybe he just imagined it.
You only smiled at him lightly, nodding before averting your gaze. Your smile turning goofy as soon as he walked out of the door.
While Steve was gone you took the jacket out and laid it out on the couch, already imagining how pretty Steve would look in the clothes you bought him.
His heavy steps echoed through the corridor and a few seconds later he was standing next to, looking at the jacket in surprise. “I-when did you get that?”, he asked quietly, lifting the jacket, a smile immediately appearing on his face.
“I may have lied about the few errands…just wanted to get you something nice-“ “but you bought all the clothes-” “but you chose it. I wanted to buy you something from me”, you smiled at the blond man pushing him down to sit on the couch. He dropped willingly, the jacket still clutched to his chest.
You took the jacket to put it aside. “I have one more thing”, you grinned, taking the bag again and pulling a little box out. Steve gasped loudly, his hand grabbing onto your thigh. When you looked back at him he seemed shocked, his mouth agape.
“You-you did not?”, he whispered letting you put the phone box into his palms. A soft laugh escaped your lips, while you leaned back, watching him fondly when he opened the box, slightly speechless. “I love having a sugar mommy”, his whisper made you laugh quietly but your chest immediately felt warmer, a bit tingling. You stayed quiet, not trusting your own voice.
His eyes had a little glimmer in them, a soft expression on his face while he slowly took the phone out, looking over the screen and back, before putting it once again away. “Thank you so much, I-…I really don’t know what to say…just…” “it’s why we’re having this, baby. Besides, I have a party coming up. Stark organizes a charity event so… let’s say…it’s a little gift for you joining me”, you smiled at him, winking.
Steve giggled quietly and shook his head lightly, leaving the box on the glass table. “I’d love to come with you. The phone is incredible-I’d never be able to afford it myself-but I’d have joined you anyway, you know? It’s actually not so bad…I thought it’d be weird but I really enjoy spending time with you”, Steve grinned, scooching a bit closer to you, his hand not leaving your thigh. Maybe sliding a bit higher.
“I want to thank you for this nice gift-“ “but I told you it’s for you joi-“ “I’ll probably need a suit anyway so…you’d need to buy it too…let me thank you properly, once in a while,” he whispered into your ear. You hadn’t even noticed how close he’d gotten until his lips trailed down your throat. That’s also when you noticed holding onto Steve’s blond hair. “But Stevie…the food…” “is it really that important? Do you really want me to stop? I want to thank my sugar mommy”, the last word made your grip in his hair tighten and he definitely noticed that.
Steve slowly kissed along your neck before uncrossing your legs and pushing them open, slowly dropping to his knees between. You couldn’t stop yourself from spreading them a bit further, your heart already thudding uncontrollably. “I’m sure it won’t be a problem to reheat it later…”
He helped you out of your pants as quickly as possible, admiring the pretty underwear he had seen before. You had no idea how many times Steve had seen women in underwear before but if he looked at all of them like that you definitely felt some kind of jealousy. No man had ever looked at you like that, his soft lips gently kissing your thighs, not really doing anything else.
Slowly kissing up to your core, Steve felt his own dick harden, but he decided to ignore it for now. All that mattered was to make you feel good-and he hoped he’d do it right.
His lips finally found your slip, slowly kissing your dressed pussy, his tongue licking over the material teasingly, curious. A quiet moan rumbled in your throat while you pulled his head a bit closer.
“Fuck Stevie-“, you moaned when he pushed the slip aside and licked over your slit, his nose nudging your clit unintentionally. You tried to push down your slip but before it could go any down Steve grabbed the material and yanked it from your body, ripping the material apart.
This made you gasp even louder, even a bit surprised. You had no time to say anything, Steve’s tongue immediately entering your hole licking up the wetness. His arms wrap around your thighs, holding you against his mouth as he moans against your core, his arms tightening.
You moved your hips against his lips, grinding against his face. He was all enthusiasm, lacking the finesse of an experienced man but his eagerness made up for it, especially when he started sucking on your clit. When you felt your high coming closer two of Steve’s fingers pushed in your hole, feeling how your walls throbbed around his digits. A quiet curse left his lips imagining how it’d feel to really fuck you. So warm and wet. How your pussy would tightly grip him.
“Curl your fingers upwards-and-and suck on my clit-I’m so fucking close babyboy.” Gasping louder when Steve did what you said you felt your peak approach. Steve felt how your muscles tightened around his fingers.
For not being experienced Steve sure did know how to use his mouth, having you moaning and shaking in no time. “I want to see you come-wanna make you come”, Steve moaned into your core, slurping and smacking loudly.
He looked up at you from under his eyelashes. His eyes being a bit glazed over, the blue being swallowed by his black pupils. A sudden urge overcoming him he definitely needed to try. “Mommy, please.”
And he was right.
Wetness gushed around his fingers, your walls sucking him in, your face scrunched up in pleasure. “Oh babyboy-you’re incredible”, after riding out your orgasm you slowly released the grip on his hair, moving your hand to lift his chin, running your thumb along his lips, the wetness glistening on his face.
A little smile widening over your lips. He was breathing hard and his eyes were all soft and needy. Your cum dripped from his chin onto his hoodie having left a wet spot behind.
Fuck.
“Sweetheart, you’re amazing.” , you mumbled, kissing his forehead before pulling him up and next to you onto the couch. “I’ll help you better with that…” Your hand trailed down his chest, but before you could grab his belt he stopped you. “It was about you, not me”, Steve kissed your knuckles. After taking off his hoodie he threw it over the back of the couch, an uneasy feeling erupting in your chest. Didn’t he even want a bit cuddling? You always enjoyed a hug after being intimate, but at the same time you knew you shouldn’t be thinking about it that way. It’s not like you were together. It was strictly business.
Steve kissed your forehead and took the food from the table. “I’ll warm the food up, you should wear something more comfortable than your work clothes-I thought we could watch a movie together”, he seemed sure about his words, but still seemed somehow nervous.
Which he was.
Because he now realized he had called you mommy.
And you seemed to enjoy it more than he’d imagine you’d do.
But the worst part of that?
He had definitely enjoyed it even more.
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Twisted Tonelico (A Twisted Wonderland x Ar Tonelico Tale) pt. 4
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4(End of Book 00)
Book-Prologue Phase 00: Zenva ryushe tes gyas gyenel ciel
A little girl of eight years opened her eyes. She woke up to see herself in her bedroom, surrounded by her favorite plush toys. The room was an off white color, with sprinkles of Mauve colored flowers and butterflies on the walls. There was a mauve colored circle carpet near the bed. Her bed was fairly big for her age, designed a bit off leveled to make her comfortable.
A knock came at the door followed by a voice. “Meryu~. You up?~ Time for breakfast!!”
“Coming,~” little Meryu yawned.
She got up from her bed, and went to get ready for the day.
Meryu came to the dining room. It was a simple styled room, with semi pillar wall protrusions; the color of brass to contrast the pale lavender walls and ceiling. The dining room table was a burgundy set; decorated formally for a well off family to enjoy. Or in this case, a young girl and her main guardian, one who oversees all of Sol Ciel.
Little Meryu looked to the head and saw her guardian greeting her formally at the table. She was a young girl, who looked no older than fifteen. Her hair was long, down to mid back with two braids on separate sides in her hair. And two golden outlet-like hair pieces protrude atop her head. She may look youthful; however, contrary to her appearance, she’s over seven-hundred and thirty nine years of age. This woman is Lady Eolia, also known as Shurelia. An Origin Reyvateil of the Tower of Ar Tonelico.
“Good morning, Meryu,” Lady Shurelia said.
“Morning, Lady Syureli,” the little girl replied, rubbing her eyes away from sleep.
“Did you sleep well last night?” A nod was her answer. “Good. Now come and eat, ok?”
Meryu did as she was told, and came to sit beside her guardian and eat. Every morning was always the same. So simple yet so comforting. All Meryu knew of the world was her guardian and the enormous Tower they resided on above the dreaded Cloud Sea. It was lonely at times when Shurelia had to leave for her administrative duties, but she didn’t mind as she allowed Meryu to accompany her in her duties.
The silence slightly bothered Meryu as there is usually commotion coming from the people of Platina in the palace. She didn’t mention it out loud, but she looked up to see Shurelia, only for the Origin to be gone. Meryu, now her age of nineteen, panicked as the world shifted to the garden park within the Tower. She looked around frantically, wondering what was happening. She ran til the sound of galloping hit her ears. The girl turned, coming face to face with an all black chariot and its two steeds ascending upon her-
Meryu jumped up out of her sleep, breathing heavily. Her blood was still ringing in her ears as she woke up from her nightmare.
“MS. MELENAS!! YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN!! FOLLOW MY BREATHING, OK!!”
She took shallow breaths before following along with whoever beside her ordered to do. After a few minutes, Meryu’s breathing had even out enough for her to process where she was.
Despite being nighttime, she appeared to be in a recovery room of sorts thanks to the light of the moon showing through the open windows. Beside her were the Headmage and a… ghost wearing a nurse’s hat? Oh, I’m still in this strange world, She whispered in her mind. Meryu looks down at her hands in her lap, disappointed at not being home with Shurelia.
Dire Crowley sighed in relief. “Thank goodness you have awakened! You collapsed after you sang your little… song in the Mirror Chamber, so I feared that you may have exhausted yourself.”
“...I…collapsed?” she raised a hand to her head.
Rrha ki erra chs diasee yorr sos ciel
Meryu’s head began to pound when she heard that phrase echo again.
Both men beside her panicked. “Ms. Melenas!”
“I-I fine, sir. I promise.” she waved away their concerns. Clearing her throat, Meryu asked: “You said I collapsed?”
“Yes,” Dire responded. “I’m not sure how since it happened so fast. I ordered some of the staff to bring you after to make sure you were alright.”
“I see…” Nervously, the girl asked. “So, what happens now? What will happen to me since I cannot go back?”
“Since you cannot return home at this moment, I will provide you with a living space until then.” This news shocked Meryu. “Of course, since you aren’t assigned to any dorm, you will need to earn your keep.” Oh… so there’s a catch.
She gives the Headmage a nod. “Ok.” And gets up from the bed, slightly stumbling at first. The ghost nurse helps to keep her steady, and she thanks him for the assistance. “So, Mr. Crowley. Where will I be staying for now?”
~To Ramshackle Dorm~
“Oh my…”
Meryu was left speechless, or rather, she was left bewildered. The place Dire Crowley offered for her to stay was a rundown, and supposedly abandoned dorm outside the main building. Webs dangled off tree limbs, wooden door blinds hanging on their last hinges, and splintered flooring as far as the eye can see.
As sweat dropped on her head as Meryu ‘thanked’ Crowley for the housing, she was surprised by him opening the doors to show her inside the abandoned dorm…
Only for Meryu to meet MORE ghosts who live IN the building!!
There were three ghosts, all varying in appearance in size and shape. they zoomed to the entrance, ready to scare. But, they also seemed excited about visitors coming by the rundown dorm.
She jumped at the sight, slightly hiding behind Crowley. “Are you alright, Ms. Melenas?There is nothing to be afraid of. They are quite harmless.”
The ghostly trio halted in their tracks. “Why hello, Headmage! Got fresh meat to bunk with us?~”
Said man cleared his throat. “I do indeed have a new student. However…” He stepped aside for the ghosts to meet Meryu, who waved at them nervously.
“Huh? A girl? In Night Raven College?” the thinly, slim ghost of the three said.
The other two, both round but different in stature, were shocked by their friend's statement. “Well that’s first!” The larger one laughed.
“This is Ms. Meryu Melenas. I do hope you three don’t mind her staying here for now.”
Meryu, still nervous, curtsied. “Hello, Mr. Ghosts. I’ll do my best to be a good roommate.”
The smaller ghost played along and bowed. “Aww! No need for formalities, Miss! I’m Albert, but you can call me Al.” He hikes a thumb to his two buddies. “Big Guy is Benedict, and this is Curtis!”
With introductions over, Crowley guides Meryu through some of the basics of the ‘Ramshackled’ Dorm, with the Ghostly trio adding their own commentary here and there. After familiarizing herself with the dorm, Meryu is shown the only available room that isn’t too messy for her to stay in. The room was-like everywhere else in the dorm- old and covered in dust. There was a bed in the center of the room upon entry, with a partially covered easel with a painting underneath on its right. A huge, rectangular shaped mirror sat high above the wall near the windows. The small rug, while dusty, seemed partially torn on the ground.
“This will be your living space for now,” Crowley said. “While it may not be much, I do not wish to have you alone on the streets. Aren’t I so generous!~”
The place has seen better days, but Meryu is fine with the accommodations- though she isn’t sure a gracious host would let ANYONE live in a place that would fall apart any moment. “Thank you again, sir.”
He and the ghosts bid her good night, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Soon she yawned. ‘Who knew I would get tired again. Then again, it has been quite a night…’ She gazes out the window to the moon above, wondering about her home, Sol Ciel. ‘I wonder if Lady Shurelia knows I'm gone?’ She shook head. ‘I shouldn’t think that! For all I know, this could’ve been a dream!’
Meryu plops down on her bed, dust flying into the air and in her nose. A sneeze later, and she continues to gaze up at the outside, watching the moon and stars shine before falling asleep once more.
Tomorrow is gonna be a new day, and an unexpected start for this lone Reyvateil from another world.
geeow hyma chyet tasyue gasar suwant manaf omnis
~Phase 00: Zenva ryushe tes gyas gyenel ciel- END~
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For the ask: Zhan Tiri x Demanitus? (seeing as you answered the crack one xD)
I'm so glad you asked!!
I actually already replied to this pairing, but since Tumblr links aren't working well for me anymore, instead of linking the old post I'll be copypasting it here.
Still! Your gave me an excuse to write even more content about them because I love them (but I hate them.... But I love them).
I now have three docs revolving entirely around Ziti and Demanitus in the context of my fic, Moonrise; but since it doesn't stray much from what was shown in canon, it can be read regardless of whether or not anyone has read my fic!
The only thing is that it's pretty spoiler-heavy for the first two, as they're packed with important parts of Ziti's backstory, but I love them enough to share anyway. We'd be getting some insight into Ziti in Moonrise's first Book and diving head-first into it in the second, but you can still read if you'd like it!
(Plus, I wrote almost 3k words specially for this ask, so that's that!)
Doc number one is called "Medinese Victory" and it's semi-unfinished. I'll be updating it soon and the link will still be here if you'd like to check, but it's pretty good as it is so here you go!
Doc number two is called "I Loved You" and it's the first I ever wrote for them, and it's unfinished and sort of in shambles. It's very telenovela-ish. I think it's fun.
And doc number three is called "What Once Was Mine" and it's literally just them being zero braincell buddies. Mindless fluff (can be seen as angst if you remember where that relationship ends but shhh...)
I love the title of the first doc. Hehehhe.
Anyway, here's the copypaste with my honest opinions !!
What made you ship it?
The sheer tragedy of it!! The innate angst of the fact they could have been such a good duo if only... Well. You know.
I personally think they were a really really amazing duo that works either platonically or romantically, but the romantic take on it gives it just a slightly different "flavor" to the dynamic and it makes me so excited about it.
I love it so much because even apart they've sort of always fit—haven't you heard the legends of Zhan Tiri and Demanitus?
What are your favorite things about it?
They are such NERDS.
Look at these little guys. Look at them. They're making SCIENCE, they're making MAGIC. They fit together like peanut butter and jelly and I can't just not see the potential of Demanitus sat down in his favorite armchair reading a book and Ziti plopping down in his lap to read it with him.
I can't not see her smiling fondly as he excitedly plays around with the monkeys he found in the mountain (and continously fails to draw a sketch of them as they keep messing with his quill).
Paired with my headcanon that she can make flowers bloom according to her mood—the concept that he would have a journal dedicated entirely to what each of her flowers mean, and being ready to comfort her or reassure her or anything she might need just by watching the flowers bloom.
Do you see the flavor that these two have as a romantic couple? Sure, you can see these same scenes platonically, but man... Isn't it just lovely?
It just makes the betrayal hurt even more, whether the person to blame was him or her.
Is there an unpopular opinion on the ship?
I'm pretty sure the ship as a whole is unpopular; many people enjoy the idea that TTS didn't go with the "scorned lovers" route. Fair enough, I say, but man... the possibilities...
My unpopular opinion is that Ziti wasn't as bad as she seemed. And also that Demanitus is a jerk there I said it.
#tts zhan tiri#tts lord demanitus#zhan tiri#lord demanitus#tangled the series#tts#rapunzel's tangled adventure#tangled#ask response
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