#this one has been living in my head rent free for a couple days now so here it is
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Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Crosshair, to each other: I would trade you all for a chicken mcnugget and a power nap, no questions asked.
Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Crosshair, to Omega: Youâre everything to me. Quite literally the most precious person in my life. I would not hesitate to die and kill for you if someone so much as looks at you wrong. *spits on Hemlockâs nonexistent grave*
#they love each other i swear#itâs just different lol#this one has been living in my head rent free for a couple days now so here it is#the bad batch#star wars#tbb incorrect quotes#tbb memes#clone force 99#tbb hunter#tbb wrecker#tbb tech#tbb echo#tbb crosshair#tbb omega#fuck hemlock this ainât about him i just had a point to make lol
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my game, your rules. â ldh part two
â§Ëâ pairing: lee donghyuck x afab reader 18+MDNI â§Ëâ genre: brothers best friend au! fake dating! friends to lovers! humor! fluff! angst! smut! adult life au! jenos sister! flirty hc! â§Ëâ word count: 6.5k+ â§Ëâ cw: lots of smut towards the end. dirty talking, raw sex, reader has to talk on the phone while getting railed lmao. drinking. spitting. hyuck turns into a dom. â§Ëâ summary: youâre fed up with your family constantly telling you how to live your life, but what would they think if you showed up with your brotherâs best friend as your new boyfriend? even worseâwhat happens when you realize youâre actually falling for him?
â§Ëâ a/n: thank you for your patience guys! if you havenât already, pls comment to let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist for the rest of the series. enjoy!
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You sat at your desk, staring blankly at the computer screen in front of you. The spreadsheet was a mess of numbers that no longer made sense, blurring together like static.
âAre you even listening to me?â
You blinked and looked up to see Renjun leaning against the edge of your desk, an incredulous expression on his face.
âWhatâs got you so distracted today?â
You shot him a glare and grabbed your coffee, taking a deliberate sip. âIâm just tired. Itâs been a long week.â
âSure,â he teased, crossing his arms with a knowing smirk. âWell, whoever he is, heâs doing a great job living in your head rent-free.â
You choked mid-sip, nearly spilling the coffee in the process. âThereâs no he! I told youâIâm just tired!â
Renjunâs chuckle echoed through the office as you slumped back in your chair, muttering curses under your breath.
That was just the kind of work relationship you had with Renjunâteasing, sarcastic, and occasionally helpful, though youâd never admit that last part. Heâd been a mutual friend of Karinaâs, and luckily for you, sheâd used her connections to get you into the company.
âAs long as it doesnât interfere with our marketing proposals, feel free to keep daydreaming,â he said with a shake of his head, clearly amused.
You sighed, rubbing your temples. The last thing you needed was to get distracted at work. The past few weeks had been a relentless cycle of trying to prove yourself, dragging your name into meetings, and praying the higher-ups would finally take you seriously.
Renjun had already managed to make himself known. Despite being in the same intern program, heâd been invited to several major meetings while you were stuck at your desk, double-checking numbers and responding to emails no one cared about.
So when your boss finally invited you to sit in on a big meeting tomorrow, you knew you couldnât mess this up. This was it. This was everything youâd been hoping forâa chance to prove yourself, to show that you were capable of more than spreadsheets and inbox cleanup.
And yet, here you were, staring at your monitor while your thoughts drifted elsewhere. To Haechan.
You and Haechan had officially planned a day for him to meet your familyâas your boyfriend, that is. They were already familiar with him, given all the times heâd tagged along with Jeno. Now they were curious, eager to see this new side of him.
The closer the day came, the more nervous you grew. As if sensing your anxiety, Haechan spent more time with you, lingering around whenever you got home from work.
âDonât you have anything better to do?â you grumbled, half-heartedly trying to shoo him away as he lounged on your couch.
He didnât budge, grinning up at you. âIâve got a couple of ideas in mind, but youâd probably kill me.â His gaze flickered up and down, far too obvious for your liking.
Your face immediately warmed. âYouâre getting ahead of yourself now,â you snapped, your voice rising an octave.
Haechan shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. âSo whatâs the game plan? We show up for dinner, gush about how madly in love we are, and then dip?â
You rolled your eyes. âSomething like that.â
But his teasing faltered when he noticed the subtle shift in your demeanorâthe way your shoulders tensed, your fingers fidgeting at your sides. His tone softened. âWhatâs on your mind right now?â
You hesitated, your gaze drifting toward the floor. âI have this really important meeting at work tomorrowâit could make or break everything for me,â you admitted, biting your lip. âThen thereâs the dinner we need to plan, and after that, I have to come up with a way for us to pretendâbreak up. Iâm still giving Jeno updates on this whole mess while trying to find my own place in case he actually does want me to leave. I havenât even seen Karina since the arcade, and on top of all that, my coworker is depending on me not to screw up this presentation.â
You paused, exhaling heavily. âSo why does it feel like all I keep doing is ruining things for myself?â
The words tumbled out before you could stop yourself. You froze mid-rant, shaking your head. âIâm sorry. I probably shouldnât be unloading all of this on you.â
Haechanâs expression softened, concern replacing his usual playfulness. âHey,â he murmured, stepping closer. âIâm your best friendâwell, besides Karina, of courseâbut you can always open up to me.â
Before you could protest, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a gentle hug. He swayed you slightly, one hand rubbing the top of your head in a soothing rhythm.
âYouâve got a lot on your plate,â he said quietly, his voice steady and warm. âItâs okay to be worried. Just remember to take small steps before you try to jump ahead of yourself. Donât stress about the dinnerâleave that all to me, okay? Same goes for Jeno and everything that comes after. Let me take that burden off your shoulders.â
You looked up at him, your chin resting against his chest. âAre you sure? Iâm the one who put you in this position in the first place.â
âNonsense,â he chuckled, his gaze meeting yours. âThis was my idea, remember? We do this, and you get to live an easier life. Iâll make sure of that.â He leaned down slightly, the corners of his lips lifting into a soft, reassuring smile. âI promise to make this life less of a burden for you, pretty girl.â
Your breath caught, the words hitting you harder than you expected. Suddenly, you became acutely aware of everythingâthe closeness, the warmth of his embrace, the faint brush of his breath against your skin.
You gulped, your heart thudding a little too loudly in your chest. What are you doing?
For a moment, neither of you moved. His eyes lingered on yours, unreadable but intense, and it sent a wave of nervous energy rushing through you. You couldnât fall for this. You wouldnât.
Pulling back ever so slightly, you cleared your throat, breaking the moment. âThanks, Hyuck. I mean it.â
âAnytime,â he replied softly, his hands lingering at your sides before he finally let you go.
As he stepped back, you busied yourself with brushing imaginary lint off your clothes, anything to distract yourself from the fact that youâd just felt safe in his arms and that it scared you more than anything else.
âI have an idea,â he proposed, leaning slightly closer with that familiar spark in his eyes.
You sighed lightheartedly, already wary. âYou and your ideas.â
He only grinned, unfazed. âThis oneâs a real one, I promise. How does this sound? Iâll order us takeout, and Iâll help you practice for your presentation.â
Your eyes widened slightly at his offer, and you paused, caught off guard. He noticed it too, his gaze softening as he watched you process your thoughts.
âNo silliness, I swear,â he added quickly, raising one hand in mock oath while the other rested dramatically over his heart. âScoutâs honor.â
You looked at him thenâreally looked at him. His playful smirk had faded just enough to reveal something else underneath; a quiet determination to make sure you were okay, to make sure this went smoothly for you.
And just like that, you couldnât resist.
âFine,â you relented with a small smile. âBut youâre paying for the takeout.â
He grinned triumphantly. âDeal. You get to choose what weâre ordering, by the way. Iâm generous like that.â
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât deny it; takeout did sound good, and maybe, just maybe, his help wouldnât be so bad. Even if he did goof around here and there.
By the time the takeout arrived, you were already seated on the couch, laptop open and presentation slides pulled up. Haechan set the food on the coffee table, making himself comfortable beside you.
âOkay, so hereâs the deal,â he said, handing you a pair of chopsticks. âWe eat, you present, and I give you my expert-level feedback.â
You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. âExpert-level?â
âHey, Iâve sat through enough of Jenoâs late-night study sessions to know how these things work,â he replied, smirking as he unwrapped his food. âBesides, Iâm a very tough crowd.â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help smiling. âFine, but you better be serious about this.â
âIâm always serious when it counts,â he shot back, and something about the way he said it made your heart flutter just a little.
With your nerves settling slightly, you took a deep breath and began walking through your presentation. As you spoke, pointing at graphs and summarizing your key points, Haechan listened intently, nodding in all the right places. It was a side of him you didnât see oftenâfocused, attentive, and surprisingly serious.
âOkay, pause,â he said after you finished your first run-through, leaning forward with an earnest expression. âFirst off, you sounded confident, which is good, but hereââ he gestured to one of the slidesââyou lost me a little. The numbers are strong, but you need to explain why they matter. Connect them to your main point more clearly.â
You blinked at him, genuinely surprised. âThatâs⊠actually really helpful.â
âI told you Iâm good at this,â he teased, but his tone remained gentle. âLetâs go over that section again, and this time, think of it as telling a story. Hook them in.â
For the next hour, you practiced, tweaking your phrasing and pacing as Haechan offered thoughtful critiques between bites of food. He was playful enough to keep you relaxed but serious when it mattered, pointing out where you could improve and hyping you up when you nailed a section. It also helped mid way when Jeno came home to find you two together, he kept his distance and comments to himself, but couldnât help to smile as he made his way to his room.
âSee?â Haechan said finally, sitting back with a proud grin. âYouâre gonna kill it tomorrow.â
You let out a deep breath, smiling despite yourself. âThanks, Hyuck. I mean it.â
âAnytime, pretty girl,â he replied softly, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment too long before he stood to clean up. âNow go get some rest. Youâve got this.â
The next morning, you walked into the conference room with your laptop tucked under your arm and your heart pounding in your chest. The senior executives were already seated at the long table, their expressions unreadable as they greeted you politely.
Renjun shot you a reassuring smile from the corner of the room, mouthing a quick âGood luck.â
Taking a deep breath, you set up your presentation, your fingers shaking slightly as you clicked to the first slide. You can do this, you reminded yourself.
Haechanâs voice echoed in your mind: âHook them in. Tell a story.â
And so you did.
You began strong, your voice steady as you introduced the proposal. You outlined the key strategies you and Renjun had developed, seamlessly weaving data into a clear narrative. As you reached the section where youâd stumbled the night before, you found yourself explaining the numbers with confidence, emphasizing their relevance with ease.
The executives nodded along, some even jotting down notes as you spoke. You caught glimpses of interest in their expressionsâraised brows, subtle nodsâlittle victories that spurred you on.
By the time you reached the conclusion, your pulse had slowed, your confidence solid.
âAnd that concludes our proposal,â you finished, meeting the eyes of the room. âThank you for your time.â
For a beat, there was silence, and the anxiety youâd pushed down began to creep back upâuntil the senior manager at the head of the table smiled.
âWell done,â she said, closing her folder. âThat was clear, concise, and well-executed. This has real potential. Weâll discuss further details and get back to you.â
You blinked, stunned for a moment, before nodding. âThank you,â you managed, relief washing over you.
Renjun met you at the door once the meeting ended, grinning from ear to ear. âYou nailed it!â
âReally?â you breathed, a smile breaking across your face.
âReally,â he confirmed. âThey looked impressed.â
As you made your way back to your desk, you couldnât stop the grin that tugged at your lips. Youâd done it. The meeting youâd stressed over for weeksâyouâd nailed it.
You pulled out your phone under your desk, typing out a quick message.
You: killed the meeting. youâre the best fake boyfriend ever.
Seconds later, your phone buzzed with a reply.
HC: iâm not surprised. told you youâd kill it. go ahead, admit that iâm your good luck charm ;)
You bit back a laugh, shaking your head, deciding to give in to his antics.
You: fine, youâre the best fake boyfriend and greatest good luck charm i could ever ask for. does that sound better?
HC: thatâs what i like to hear, baby.
âHereâs to being a full-time marketing assistant!â you cheered, clinking your shot glass against Haechanâs, the two of you seated in the cozy corner of a dimly lit restaurant.
It hadnât been long since the presentation day and you were pulled into the senior managerâs office alongside Renjun. The memory still felt surrealâher sharp, confident voice replaying in your head as if it had just happened.
âYou two have something the team can really benefit from,â she had said, smiling as if she already knew how much this meant to you. âWe incorporated some of your ideas from the previous presentation into the current project, and the feedback has been astonishing. Weâd like to offer both of you full-time entry positions and officially put you in charge of strategies moving forward.â
Joy didnât even begin to cover it. Renjun and yourself had accepted immediately, emotions bubbling over as you practically floated out of her office, and then she called you back.
âYour growth here since you first started has been remarkable,â sheâd said, her words lingering with unexpected warmth. âContinue to keep up the good work.â
The encouragement had sent you over the moon. The grin on your face hadnât faded since.
Now, here you wereâcelebrating over dinner with Haechan. It was his idea, of course. Heâd texted you the moment you told him the news, insisting you couldnât let something this big slide by without a proper celebration.
Prior to the dinner, you had grabbed your coat and prepared to meet Haechan, your phone buzzed. It was Karina.
Karina: CONGRATULATIONS ON THE PROMO BABE!! how are we celebrating tonight?!
You sighed, leaning against the wall as you typed back quickly, realizing youâve been so busy with Haechan, you never got around to telling her whatâs really going on.
You: thank you babe!!! and about that⊠iâm actually going out to dinner.. with haechan lmao.
The three dots appeared immediately.
Karina: HAECHAN?! as in jenoâs best friend haechan?? the same guy whoâs always flirting with you, haechan???
Biting your lip, you debated what to tell her. For a brief moment, you considered lying, but Karina was your best friend. If anyone deserved the truth, it was her.
You hit the call button instead, knowing a text wouldnât do it justice.
âI swear, itâs not what you think,â you started the moment she picked up.
âWhat?! I was just starting to get excited!â Karina replied, her voice sharp with curiosity. âExplain yourself.â
âItâs⊠complicated,â you admitted, chewing on your bottom lip. âHaechan and I are fake dating. Just for a while.â
There was silence on the other end. Then: âYouâre WHAT?â
âItâs a long story,â you rushed on before she could interrupt. âMy familyâs been nagging me to get my life together, so Haechan offered to pretend to be my boyfriend. Itâs nothing realâweâre just buying me some time until they get off my back.â you lower your tone, thanking God, Jeno was gaming in the other room, unable to hear you.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â she said flatly. âThis is the most ridiculous thing youâve ever done.â
âI know,â you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. âBut itâs working. Sort of.â
Karina sighed dramatically, though you could hear the smile in her voice. âOkay, but if you catch feelings, Iâm saying âI told you soâ first. Good luck surviving a fake relationship with someone whoâs totally into you.â
After hanging up and adjusting your coat, you took one final look at yourself in the mirror. If there was anyone who would tell it like it is, it was Karina. As much as she swore Haechan was into you, a small voice in the back of your mind insisted you were overthinking it. Maybe he just wanted some fun.
You couldnât ignore the facts. Based on his past relationships, Haechan had always jumped from one person to another, or things simply didnât work out at all. Heâd brushed it off before, claiming those werenât real relationshipsâjust distractions to keep him occupied, but that was years ago, before the two of you had grown closer as friends.
Since then, heâd been single. So what if this âfake relationshipâ was just his way of chasing the thrill he used to have? A perfect opportunity for fun without the mess of commitment.
The thought settled uncomfortably in your chest, but you pushed it away, letting out one last sigh before stepping out to meet him.
Youâd briefly considered telling Jeno about your big newsâmaybe even inviting him out to celebrateâbut the thought quickly passed. The last thing you wanted was to hear yet another lecture or feel the weight of someone else rushing your success. Tonight was about you, and for once, you wanted peace.
If there was anyone youâd rather spend the night celebrating with, it was Haechan. That alone felt like more than enough.
âYou didnât have to go all out like this,â you said, gesturing toward the table, where your favorite dishes sat alongside the drinks heâd ordered for both of you.
âI absolutely did,â Haechan replied, pouring you another shot, his grin smug but genuine. âYouâre a big shot now, Miss Genius Full-Timer. I figured itâs only fair to treat you like one.â
You snorted, shaking your head, but you couldnât hide the smile spreading across your face. âA genius, huh? Iâll remind you of that next time you call me boring for working late.â
He laughed, leaning back in his seat. âFair enough, but seriously, Iâm proud of you. You worked your ass off for this, you deserve it.â
His words caught you off guard. It wasnât just what he said, but the way he said itâsoftly, earnestly, without a hint of his usual teasing tone. You stared at him for a moment, feeling an unfamiliar warmth in your chest.
âThanks, Hyuck,â you said quietly, and for a second, you let yourself sit in the moment.
Of course, Haechan couldnât let things stay serious for too long. âDonât get all sentimental on me now,â he teased, raising his shot glass with a wink. âTo the coolest, smartest, and prettiest girlfriend Iâve ever had.â
The verbiage caught you off guard, wondering if he meant to say it like that. You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks flushed despite yourself. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âAnd youâre the one drinking with me, so what does that say about you?â
You shook your head, raising your glass anyway. âTo me, I guess.â
âTo you,â he echoed, clinking his glass against yours once more.
The two of you lingered at the restaurant longer than you expected, your conversations flowing easily between teasing banter and genuine moments of reflection. Haechan had a way of making you forget about the pressureâof making even the most overwhelming days feel a little less heavy.
When the bill arrived, you instinctively reached for your purse, but he waved you off with a look of mock offense. âPut that away. I told you this was my treat.â
âHaechan, you really donât have toââ
âIâll start a tab and make Jeno pay if you keep arguing,â he cut in smoothly, flashing that infuriating grin of his. âLet me have my moment.â
You sighed but relented, tucking your wallet back into your bag. âOkay⊠but Iâm paying next time.â
âWeâll see about that,â he replied, standing up and holding your coat out for you like a gentleman.
As the two of you walked out into the crisp night air, you couldnât help but smile to yourself. Haechan noticed immediately. It could be the buzz from the drinks you two shared but something about being in his presence was better than anything else.
âWhatâs that look for?â he asked, narrowing his eyes playfully.
âNothing,â you replied quickly, though you couldnât stop the grin tugging at your lips. âItâs just⊠tonight was really nice. I needed it.â
His teasing expression softened into something warmer. âAnytime, beautiful.â
You looked away, suddenly too aware of how close he was as you walked side by side. Your heart fluttered for reasons you refused to admit to yourself, and you cursed the way he always managed to affect you without even trying.
Itâs just Hyuck, you reminded yourself. This is just part of the plan.
As your hands brushed against each other, his fingers found yours. For a moment, you blamed it on the alcohol, but when neither of you pulled away, your fingers interlocked naturally. Haechan smiled at youâsoft, content, and just a little smug. At that moment, you werenât sure who you were trying to convince anymore.
âWanna come over to my place?â he asked casually, though there was a playful glint in his eyes.
âSure,â you replied with a soft grin, âas long as itâs clean this time.â
He groaned dramatically. âThat was one time! Iâll have you know my place is spotless these days.â He paused, grinning smugly. âIf you donât believe me, I can show you how clean my bed is.â
âNice try,â you shot back, rolling your eyes as you nudged him playfully. âGood luck with that.â
Even as you teased him, you didnât let go of his hand, and neither did he.
His place was definitely a lot cleaner than you rememberedâactually, it felt more spacious too. Haechan took your coat from you with a small smile, letting you bask in the warmth and comfort of his apartment.
âTold you so,â he said smugly as he hung your coat up.
âYou planned this out, didnât you?â you teased, narrowing your eyes at him.
He chuckled, the sound low and easy. âYeah, sure, baby.â
There he went again, throwing out those pet names when they were completely unnecessary. You rolled your eyes, pretending it didnât affect you as much as it did.
You made your way to the couch, settling in as Haechan returned with two glasses of wine, setting them carefully on the coffee table. âMore alcohol to celebrate,â he announced, flashing you a grin as he sat down beside you.
âSo what show are you feeling?â he asked, his arm draping over the back of the couch, close but not quite touching you.
You glanced around his apartment, your eyes catching on his speakers. Bringing the glass to your lips for a small sip, you made a suggestion instead. âHow about we just listen to music and talk?â
Haechan paused for a moment before nodding, a smirk pulling at his lips. âThatâs why youâre the geniusâyou come up with all the good ideas.â He shot you a wink before moving to connect his phone to the speaker.
Soft R&B melted into the room, filling the air with an atmosphere that felt too intimate, too comfortable. Haechan returned to his spot next to you, a little closer this time, the space between you barely there. His arm slid along the back of the couch, and you could feel the warmth of him radiating beside you.
âWhatâs on your mind tonight?â he asked softly, his voice so casual yet so deliberate.
Him.
If you were being honest, it was all himâthe tension that had been building between you two, the countless hours spent together that made the line between friendship and something more blurrier by the day. Youâd felt it in the way his teasing turned softer, in the glances that lingered a beat too long.
Now, sitting here with his deep brown eyes meeting yours, you couldnât deny it. The way his lips looked so⊠desirable. The way his hair fell perfectly against his forehead, sometimes parting in that effortlessly cute way. Or the fact that half the time, you forgot what he was saying because youâd gotten distracted staring at the faint moles scattered across his face.
You swallowed thickly and told yourself it was just the alcohol talking.
You licked your lips nervously, unable to stop your gaze from flickering to his mouth as you shifted on the couch. âCan I ask you something?â you murmured.
âAnything,â he replied without hesitation, his stare deepening as he looked at you.
You exhaled softly, your fingers tightening around your wine glass. âWhy all the pet names? I mean, Jenoâs not here, so who are we trying to fool?â Your voice was steady, but your eyes betrayed youâthey lingered on his lips, no matter how much you fought it.
Haechan noticed. Of course he noticed.
He shifted closer, the arm behind you dipping lower until you could feel his presence surrounding you. âWho said anything about wanting to fool around?â he asked, his voice dropping to something almost husky.
You blinked at him, breath hitching as the room suddenly felt much smaller.
âWhat if I like it?â he continued, his lips a breath away from yours now. âWhat if I mean all of it? Would that be a problem, sweetheart?â
You couldnât look awayâcouldnât move, couldnât think. Your gaze fell to his mouth as your pulse raced, and then you felt it; the careful weight of his hand resting on your thigh, his fingers light but deliberate.
Your breath stuttered, and you looked down, hyper aware of every single point of contact between the two of you.
This wasnât really happening, was it? But as Haechan tilted his head slightly, his gaze never leaving yours, you werenât so sure anymore.
"I asked you a question," he murmured, his voice low and dripping with intent. His hands slid slowly toward your waist, fingers brushing against your skin in a way that left you breathless.
"But.. weâre just friendsâshitâDonghyuck..." you gasped, his name falling from your lips like a plea as his hands gripped your waist firmly, his breath hot against the sensitive curve of your neck.
"Just tell me this isn't what you want, and I'll stop," he whispered, his tone soft but urgent. "Baby, can I touch you? Is this okay?"
His pleading eyes never left yours, and the vulnerability in them sent your heart racing.
The goosebumps on your skin were undeniable, and any lingering sense of shame had long since dissolved.
Your mind felt like a chaotic blur, thoughts sprinting faster than you could keep up. One moment, the two of you had been laughing over dinner, and now you were practically under him, struggling to remember how to breathe.
"Yes," you confessed. your voice is small, shaky but sure. "Please... continue," you begged, your words barely above a whisper.
A slow, wicked grin spread across his lips just before he leaned in, capturing your mouth with his.
The kiss started slow, deep but measured, like he was savoring every second, every taste, as if this might be his last chance. His hands explored your body with an intensity that made your skin burn, like his touch was the only thing grounding him to this moment.
Your body felt alive, every nerve ending ignited as desire pulsed through you. You didn't care that this was the same Haechan you had sworn weeks ago was just a friend.
Right now, all you cared about was the way he made you feel-the way you wanted him, desperately and without hesitation.
As the kiss grew heavier, your confidence swelled. You pushed him back slightly, straddling his lap, your hands finding the hem of your shirt. In one quick motion, you tugged it off, tossing it aside before glancing down at him breathless.
His dark, hungry gaze roamed over your newly exposed skin, his lips parting as his chest rose and fell heavily. "Fuck, baby," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "You have no idea how many times I've dreamt of this."
His eyes lingered on every curve, taking you in like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
Heat rushed to your face, a flush rising from a combination of the wine and the shy vulnerability creeping back in. Instinctively, you shifted to hide yourself, but his hands shot up, gripping your wrists gently but firmly.
"No, no, baby," he said, shaking his head. His voice softened, his gaze steady and filled with adoration. "Don't hide from me. Don't ever be shy about a body this beautiful."
Before you could protest, his lips descended on your skin, planting slow, deliberate kisses along the curve of your shoulder, down your collarbone, and across the sensitive expanse of your chest.
The contact was electrifying. Every kiss, every graze of his lips sent a spark of pleasure shooting through your veins. His tongue flicked against your skin, and as he tugged your bra off with a practiced ease, tossing it somewhere out of sight, the rest of your inhibitions melted away.
"God," he groaned against your skin, his voice muffled but filled with need.
His arms wrapped around you, lifting you with ease. The sudden movement made you gasp, your legs instinctively tightening around him.
Haechan carried you to his room, his lips never straying far from yours as he kicked the door open. He placed you down on the bed with care, hovering over you as his hands worked swiftly to rid you of the rest of your clothes.
His gaze darkened as he drank in the sight of you, bare and vulnerable beneath him.
"You're perfect," he said, almost to himself, as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours again with an urgency that left you breathless.
His hands roamed your body, his touch igniting every inch of your skin, and as his own clothes joined the pile on the floor, all you could think was how badly you needed him.
âYouâre always trying to deny me, but look at this,â he proceeds to hold your legs apart, his fingers slowly grazing against your core, covering them in your wetness as you let out a groan.
He hovers over you once moreâshoving his fingers in your mouth. âSo fucking wet for me and I havenât even fucked you yet. Go ahead baby, taste yourself for me.â
You ran your tongue along his soaked fingers, savoring every trace of yourself before sucking on them greedily. When your taste was no longer there, all you could think about was wanting to taste him instead.
âFuck,â he curses out, his eyes watching as you take his fingers between your lips. His cock starts twitching when your tongue starts lapping against them.
âPlease, Hyuck..â you pleaded, your voice trembling with need.
âSpeak up,â he grabs you by your thighs and yanks you closer to his mouth. âTell me what you want and how you want it.â
âI... I want to feel your mouth please. Please, Hyuck, I want you to fuck me,â you look down and find his eyes locked on you, looking nearly possessed.
You felt his breath against your cunt as he let out a low laugh laced with something dark. Before you could say anythingâ he laps his tongue slowly against your entrance, making sure to savor every part of you.
âHoly fuckâŠâ you gasped, the pressure and intensity building as his pace quickened. Who wouldâve guessed your best friend had such a way with his mouth?
The lewd sounds of your cunt get louder as he shoves two fingers inside of you, and he begins sucking on your clit. He gave you no time to catch your breath, keeping his relentless pace until he finally found your sweet spot, making you squirm.
âTastes so fucking goodâI shouldâve done this the first time I laid eyes on you. Look at you, my pretty girl is going crazy while I fuck you with just my fingers,â he fastens his pace against your spot and starts attacking your swollen clit with his tongue again.
You swore on your life you saw starsâand you hadnât even finished yet. Your body was teetering on the edge, the feeling overwhelming, when suddenly he stopped.
Your head snapped towards his bedside table, the moment interrupted by the buzz of your phone vibrating against the wood. The flashing light of the screen read: Incoming Call: Jeno (Brother).
Your eyes widened, heat rushing to your face, but before you could even process the situation, Haechan was already looking at you, his expression unreadable.
âDonât stop,â you pleaded, your voice trembling with desperation. âPlease, Hyuck, Iâm so close. Just ignore it.â
But instead of obliging, he pulled his fingers out of you with maddening precision, leaving you gasping at the sudden emptiness. His other hand reached for your phone, and before you could protest, he handed it to you.
âPick it up,â he said firmly, his tone low and serious, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
âWhatââ you started, your voice barely above a whisper, but he cut you off.
Without warning, he answered the call for you, setting it on speaker.
âWhere are you? Youâve been out all night, and youâre not answering my texts. Are you okay?â Jenoâs familiar voice rang out, concern laced with irritation.
Your breath hitched, shame and annoyance flashing across your face as you met Haechanâs gaze. His lips curved into the faintest smirk, his hand now resting possessively on your thigh, fingers tracing patterns.
As you open your mouth to answer, Haechan holds his cock against your folds, slowly gliding it against the mess he caused, leaving you breathless once again.
âI-Iâm okay. Iâm with Karina.â You bite your lip trying to suppress a moan as you watch Haechan start to insert himself into you slowly.
âOkay, thatâs fine. Are you going to sleep over at her place tonight or do you need me to come and get you?â He asked, completely unaware of the situation.
You canât do this. The feeling of his length stretching youâ filling you up slowly was too much for you to handle. You started to feel your eyes rolling back.
âHello?? I asked you a question,â Jenoâs voice snapped through the speaker.
Your eyes flew open, and you were met with Haechanâs piercing gaze. His expression was dangerously calm, but the slow, deliberate way he began to withdraw from you sent a clear message, answer him.
âNo!â you yelled abruptly, your voice shaky and desperate. âNo, donât pick me up! IâIâm sleeping over at Karinaâs. Iâll text you in the morning, bye!â
âUm, okay, butââ
You hung up on him before he could finish, tossing the phone onto the table and turning to Haechan with a pout.
He snickers at you, shoving his length deeper into you. âGood girl. Since you did so well for me, Iâll let you cum around my cock. Huh baby, is that what you want?â He teases as his hips start moving faster.
âYes, fuckâ you moan. âPlease Donghyuck, donât stopâdonât stop!â You move your hips, bringing yourself closer to him. You take in every inch of feeling as his tip continues hitting the same spot from earlierâand his balls slapping against your lips with each thrust.
âYou just couldnât wait for this, hm? Years of teasing me and you couldâve had this all along, shitââ he seethes as he feels your walls clench around him.
âThis sweet pussy is all mine, right baby?â Haechan grabs your chin and holds your face, locking eye contact.
His eyes burned with an intensity youâd never seen before, locking onto you with an unwavering focus that made your breath catch. Your mouth was dry, parted slightly, but no sound escapedâand he noticed. The way his gaze flicked to your lips, sharp and deliberate, sent a shiver down your spine.
He spits into your mouth and pounds harder, âanswer me now.â
âItâs all yours, Donghyuck!â You scream, then swallow, gaining your voice back and your walls squeezing against him again as you're about to reach your high.
He smirks and to finish you off he attaches his lips to your hardened nipples, playing with them as he focuses on your walls clenching around him.
âDonghyuck!â You scream one last time as you cum around him, your body giving in and your nails practically clawing down his back as you cling onto him for your sanity.
He lets out a high pitched moan, music to your ears as he caught up to his release shortly after, dumping his load onto your stomach. He slumps himself right beside you as you both catch your breath.
What. Just. Happened.
You lay there, staring at the ceiling, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. A whirlwind of thoughts raced through your mind as you kept asking yourself the same questions. You wanted to wish for regret, to muster the energy to question himâor maybe even sneak away. But your body was too drained, and a bigger part of you didnât want to leave.
âAre you okay?â Haechanâs voice broke the silence, soft yet laced with concern as the two of you began to recover.
âYeah, Iâm good. Um⊠are you okay?â you asked awkwardly, your voice quieter than you intended.
You heard the smallest chuckle escape his lips, warm and teasing in a way that made your cheeks flush. âA thousand times more than just okay,â he murmured, his words sending a strange mix of comfort and flustered warmth through you.
He sat up, reaching over to the side table to grab a tissue. Gently, he cleaned you up, his touch careful and deliberate, as if he were handling something precious.
âWhat⊠what was that?â you asked carefully, your voice soft and unsure, afraid to ruin the moment.
âCall it your congratulations present,â he replied, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. âWe can talk more about it in the morning, yeah? For now, let me take care of you and get you to sleep before Jeno starts figuring out youâre not actually at Karinaâs.â
You let out a small shriek, covering your face with your hands. âWhat did you make me do?!â
He laughed, pulling you into his arms as he tugged the quilt over the both of you. âRelax,â he said, his voice warm and amused. âYou played it off really well.â
Groaning into his chest, you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you, but it was quickly replaced by something deeperâa warmth, a sense of safety you hadnât felt in a long time.
âFine,â you mumbled, your voice muffled against him. âWeâll talk about it in the morning.â
His arms tightened around you, and he kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering just enough to make your heart flutter. As his steady breaths surrounded you, you found yourself growing drowsy, your body relaxing in the comfort of his embrace.
And just for tonight, you allowed yourself to believe that this wasnât just pretend.
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Miguel OâHara x Fem!Reader
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đđ đđ§đ đđ: Married couple, Unprotected sex, SMUT, kissing, vaginal fingering, brief cum eating, tit sucking, giving Miguel a hand job while he explains the male anatomy đ«Ą brief praises, body worship, eventual breeding kink, mentions of contraceptive pills, couple role play(?)
đ/đ: Is it me or has tumblr updated and itâs harder to use now?? Like I canât move images like I used to?! Anyways this is inspired by my old mutuals fic (Salty if you see this, hey bestie!! That Doc fic examining player still lives rent free in my head!) Anyways, enjoy!!
đđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: In an effort to make amends for neglecting Miguel, you dedicate a night to spend quality time together. However, Miguel has other ideas to make the evening unforgettableâ using science.
Your joints clicked as you stood up from your work chair. Youâve finally finished your project that youâve been putting your blood, sweat and tears into and sacrificed your sleeping schedule to complete.
Your body felt stiff and heavy from sitting in one place for so long. The apartment was quiet as expected to be at this late hour, amplifying the creaks of your joints.
You switched off the monitor before you left your office and plodded upstairs to the bedroom with heavy steps and slouching shoulders.
You found Miguel in the bedroom, engrossed in tinkering with his watch with only his sweatpants on and no shirt.
His eyes crinkled up as he sensed your presence. âThere she isâŠâ
You didnât feel like you deserved his acknowledgment, let alone his affection, especially the way youâve neglected him for your work the past few days.
He didnât expect you to say anything back but he felt the weight of your solemn expression, âÂżEstĂĄs bien?
You shake your head mutely in response, guilt washing over you. He stepped closer, closing the distance with a gentle stride. âTalk to me, whatâs wrong?â
Your mouth was dry from the lack of fluids youâve been avoiding, making your voice slightly hoarse âIâm sorry, Iâve been pushing you away.â
He lowered himself and held your chin with his thumb to tilt your head up so you would look at him. The gesture made your heart ache.
âIs that why youâre upset? You know Iâm not going anywhere. Iâll always come back to you mi alma,â he murmured.
Even if he did lower himself to be level with you, he still felt bigger. It made you feel protected, the way he towered over you with his large frame.
The holographic lamp illuminated the room, casting a gentle glow. With its subtle lighting you could see the crimson gleam from Miguelâs eyes, which melted the weight of your stress from the past few days and the newfound guilt.
You were glad the main light wasnât on to flood the room with its sickening bright glow that would scream at you â your eyes needed a rest from the screen and the absence of flood lights gave that comfort you needed.
He leaned in to kiss you and you tiptoed to deepen the kiss. It felt refreshing, feeling his lips againâ almost like an anchor that kept you grounded.
You wrapped your arms around his neck while he wrapped his around your waist. His tongue teased your lips before slipping in, tasting you and you let him take his fill of you before pulling away.
âMiguelâŠâ you breathed, hesitant to break the peace in the room.
âHow about we shift our focus on a different kind of study.â He suggested. There was a lighthearted undertone in his sentence that you tried to articulate.
You cocked your brow inquisitively until you remembered Miguelâs background in the science field. âStudy? As in science?â
âScience is such a broad term. Letâs start with biology and anatomy,â
You heart stuttered in both anticipation and excitement along with your core already throbbing. You could already sense where this was going as soon as you heard anatomy. The atmosphere felt charged guided by the intimate spirit of Miguelâs proposal.
He lifted you up before gently placing you on the bed.
Being a skilled geneticist, Miguel seized every opportunity to share random biology facts, particularly in the most unexpected moments with you.
It was one of the many things you found attractive about him, especially seeing him being so engrossed in explaining things to you in a way you would understand. It made the complexities of biology feel like an intimate and shared journey.
But youâve never seen him act like this before sex. Perhaps he was trying something new to keep the spark alive.
âHow about we remove your clothes.â His hands hiked up beneath your shirt as he spoke.
âIs this part of the biology teaching?â You asked.
âLetâs just say itâs part of the more practical application.â He removed your shirt and your pants, leaving you in your panties and bra. âAnd youâre the specimen.â
You were amused with where this was going, seeing Miguelâs professional act starting to surface. A scientist eager to teach (and please).
You felt him run his hand over your neck. Spots of goosebumps rose on your skin from the cool air in the room.
âYour skin is so softâŠâ He murmured into your sensitive skin, making you shiver.
Another advantage of being married to a geneticist was that Miguel knew all the sensitive areas on the body and what made you tick. Even before you did anything together, he was aware of all the areas that could arouse a woman.
His lips grazed over your collarbone, trailing down to where it meets the shoulders.
âThe collarbone is connected to your shoulders by the supraclavicular ligament,â he explained softly. He kissed the soft skin around the area.
âSupracâclavicâular ligamentââ Each syllable accelerated in pitch as you tried to repeat after him.
His hand reached behind your back to unclip your bra before slipping them off, one strap at a time.
Your breasts were now fully exposed and he reached over and cupped one with his large hands.
âThe breasts are a collection of organs that play an important role in the reproduction of human females, amor. They are key to producing milk,â He kissed along your chest until he reached the valley between the two breasts.
âThey also serve to attract a sexual partnerâŠwhich seems to be working on us.â
You didnât expect him to lick the skin where his lips hovered over between your breasts. You shuddered in shock until he pulled away to look up at you again.
âTheyâre also erogenous zones, making them more sensitive to simulations. Would you like me to demonstrate?â You nodded in response.
You managed to catch the corner of his lips curve up in amusement, even if he made a concerted effort to conceal how turned on he was right now.
He wore the familiar analytical veneer he always carried when he was working in the lab, except this time you could see his excitement babbling beneath the surface.
He dipped his head until his mouth latched onto one of your breasts. Despite knowing this was going to happen, you couldnât help the surprise whimper that slipped from your mouth.
His tongue lapped over your hardened nipple while his other hand still fondled with your other breast. You groaned out from his touches, running one of your hands over the locks of his hair.
It was flattering, seeing Miguel soaking in everything from you, even when you felt like you had little to offer. Miguel seemed to never get enough of you and to this day, your heart still leaped out of you chest with him around.
He released your nipples and you were met with hooded crimson eyes, dazed and awestrucked. You couldnât stop your shoulders from bunching together in shyness at him.
He moneuvered you so you were laying your back on the bed. Two broad arms rested besides you on the bed with his abs displayed over you.
âBetween the legs are the female reproductive system, weâll be focusing on the labia minora and the labia majora for this lesson,â
He pulled your panties down, revealing your wetness between your thighs.
A sudden rush of cold air brushed against your folds, making you more wet and exposed. His hand reached over, extending out of your line of sight until his fingers were lightly stroking around the delicate flesh.
âThe labia minora is a set of two fleshy folds that form around the inner portion of the labia majora. They are positioned around the vaginal opening to protect the urethra andâŠâ
You gasped when you felt one of his fingers slip into your slick cunt before slowly moving in and out of you.
ââŠand the vagina.â
His sentence was finished off with the soft sounds of your slick from his fingers along with your breathy moans. Your walls fluttered around his finger while he slipped in another digit in, prompting you to grip onto the sheets tightly.
He moved to your ear and spoke in a lowered tone, his breath brushing against your earlobe. âDo you remember which hormones are released when a person is aroused?â
He rubbed his thumb over your swollen clit while watching you fall apart from his touches. You couldnât fully process the question in your head, let alone form a coherent response.
âGodâ Miguel-!â You babbled out.
âCome on amor, I know you know the answer,â he coaxed, having the audacity to continue teasing your cunt with his fingers.
He was going to keep teasing until he got an answer from you. You wouldnât be surprised if he refused to let you come too until you responded to him with the right answer.
âO-oxytocin andâŠhm-mâŠserotonin?â Your words came staggered and breathless. You were fighting the urge to rock your hips further to ride on his finger but you knew better not to push your luck. This was for science after all.
âSuch a smart wife. Are you feeling it, amor? The euphoric feeling and the release of the hormones throughout your body?â Miguel was still near your ear as he asked.
You were so drawn into bliss, you almost forgot about the whole biology lesson and the practical demonstration.
You could tell that watching how responsive you were to his touches excited him, especially if it included him talking about what he knew best.
He withdrew his his hands away and curved his finger so none of your slick slipped away. He spread his fingers apart, watching the string of your fluids clinging onto the pads of his fingers.
You felt your face heat up in astonishment, youâve never seen yourself leak that much before.
You werenât surprised to see him stick his fingers in his mouth to clean himself up. He ate you out before so this was nothing new to him.
Once he was satisfied, he manoeuvred himself to remove his pants along with his boxers, freeing his aching cock. Despite the low lighting, you could still see it throbbing and the veins lining on the skin.
You sat up enough so you could reach to his cock. You wrapped your hand around his length, earning a low groan from him. âSince we covered the female, do you wanna walk me through the male anatomy now?â
You swiped your thumb over the tip where his pre-cum was leaking from. You were purposefully tormenting him now.
âYouâre unbelievable,â he grunted, but you could clearly see he couldnât stop the grin tugging on his lips.
âCome on Mig, do it for biology,â
You started stroking his length, making sure you touched every part of his skin from the base to the tip.
His breathing became shallow with low whimpers stringing out but he tried to compose himself before he spoke.
âThe penis and the testicles bothâŠ.have a lot of blood flow to them butâ hmm.. the main purpose of the testicles is to produce testosterone andââ He couldnât help the low moan that came out when he felt you increase your pace, but he was still determined to finish.
âGo onâŠâ you prodded.
ââŠproduce testosterone and sperm cellsâŠdiosâ the penisâŠ.the penis is the biggest part of the male anatomy. It allows urination, ejaculation or urine and semen, shit! It also helps the male with erection-!â He finished off the last sentence in one shaky breath. Your hand came to a halt around his tip.
âThanks for the clarificationâŠâ You released his dick swiftly, satisfied by his explanation.
After catching his breath and recomposing himself, Miguel positioned himself so his dick was near your opening. His tip nuzzled against your folds with you silky walls clenching desperately onto nothingness.
You were ready for him, even your clit was throbbing in anticipation, and there was nothing you wanted more than to have him inside you right now.
âNow that weâve completed the preliminary, I think we should come to the conclusion,â he said.
You couldnât help the breathy giggles from your lips. He was really immersing himself in the role, playing the part of a tutor with dedication and charm.
He pushed himself inside of you. You havenât done anything in a while so you had to allow yourself to readjust to his length again.
You fleshy walls struggled to open up but eventually you did accomodate to his size, feeling the familiarity of him.
Once he was all the way in, he came to a halt. Feeling yourself stretch out for him was dizzying. But sudden realisation hit you.
âMiguel, I might be on my fertility windowâŠâ you interjected, a tinge of nervousness in your voice.
While you and Miguel have discussed growing a family together in the past, the timing never felt right, and you werenât ready for the responsibility of motherhood yet.
Youâve been taking birth control pills for your peace of mind. However, with the onset of your work project, youâve stopped taking the pills and your body was still adjusting to the withdrawalâ including your accelerated libido.
Miguelâs face didnât falter but you could practically see the gears turning in his head from your statement. Everything felt more apparent, especially now with his dick buried inside of you.
âWhat are you trying to tell me, amor?â You could feel his cock twitching in anticipation inside of you and touching your cervix, almost making you lose your bearing.
âIâm off the pills Miguel. So thereâs a chance that I might get knocked up after thisâŠbut it is part of biology, right?â
You ran your hands over his broad chest and he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch before resting his forehead on yours.
âYou wanna be a mami?â He asked, assuring full clarity and consent from you.
Miguel, a devoted lover, would do anything to make you happy and would give you a family if thatâs what you wished for. You nodded and thatâs when you knew, he was ready for fatherhood too.
Your hands now wrapped around his naps, fingers lacing together. His gaze dropping to where you bodies joined.
He dragged himself out, feeling the suction from your walls, before snapping his hips back in again. The friction against your walls forced a whine out of you.
He began rolling his hips repeatedly against you in a steady rhythm, each slap ending in a jolt of overwhelming ecstasy. Your fingers were losing their grip around his neck and your hands slipped, with your nails now pressing onto his back.
Your mind and senses started to evaporate and all you could think of right now was chasing your high and Miguel filling you up with his cum, staining you and finally getting you pregnant.
You wanted to feel him for weeks, feel how much he stretched you and filled you. Your nails were digging further into his back as he thrusted deeper into you, hitting your cervix with each snap of his hips.
âGimme a baby, Mig.â You moaned out, the mere throughly of him breeding you drove you insane. You needed his fill, you needed him to knock you up.
âSĂ amor, Iâll give you as many babies as you want,â
His thrusts became more sporadic and you sensed he was lost in a haze too. A few strands of his hair stuck to the moisture that developed on his forehead. You were sinking further into the sheets, taking in everything he was giving you.
The room filled with the bed creaking in protest and the slap of his hips into yours. Soon, his pace became sloppy and uneven.
You watched the familiar trence of your husbandâs climax unfold. You always felt a sense of pride knowing that only you could see him so scattered outside the composed and stoic demeanor that everyone else was used to.
His brows furrowed in full concentration and his words came out messy and slurred along with strings of your name.
He finished off with his cum pulsating inside of you in thick loads. He didnât pull his his hips back until both balls were drenched into you. You felt your walls clenched from the withdrawal as he pulled out.
Immediately, Miguel grabbed one of the pillows and positioned it beneath you, elevating your rear.
âKeep it in there,â he instructed. He didnât want any of his cum to go to waste and leak out.
He starts to massage your thighs to sooth any aches you were feeling. You mind drifted back to the birth control pill that you still kept in the cabinet. There was still another box left, yet you knew that you werenât planning to take them anymore.
You mentally reminded yourself to dispose them in the morning. You looked up at Miguel again, who was still massaging your thighs.
You sighed. âYou know thereâs a chance I might not get pregnant the first timeâŠâ
In that moment, vulnerability wrapped around your words which connected the both of you in shared acknowledgment.
You let your mind wandered about finally getting pregnant, with Miguel praising you and kissing your swollen belly. You imagined all the appointments youâd have to attend to, leading up to the day of your babyâs arrival.
âSo, does that mean weâll be having more biology classes?â Miguel stopped massaging and spread you legs again to display your slick core.
âI think soâŠhow about another round?â
He leaned into kiss your forehead. âIâm down if you are.â
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A/N: probably my longest fic yet haha. Honestly, I seen a video of Hugh literally picking up another woman in front of his wife at the time and this idea has been living in my head rent free for a few days now. I'm trying to get out of my writing slump. And no this is not proofread
Warnings: angst, jealously, mentions of pregnancy
"Y/N, love, I'm sorry. It honestly was all just for fun." Hugh tries to explain as you start packing your bag. "Fun? You call flirting and picking another woman up in front of me, fun? Smiling and touching her waist all while I had to stand there and keep a fake smile on my face!" You exclaim, looking at him with fiery eyes. "What did you expect me to do? If I said no then I would've been accused of calling her fat and my career would've taken a massive hit!" He raises his voice and throws his hands in the air.
Taking a deep breath, you try to suppress your anger as you look at him. "So, your career is more important than your marriage?" You ask, quietly. "No, I never said that." Hugh tries to reach out for you but you back away from him, crossing your arms over your stomach. "You embarrassed me in front of everybody. All those interviews you've done where you flirt with the hosts and picking that woman up tonight, you've embarrassed me for the last time. We have this argument just about every time you do an interview because of how you act on them, and this is the last time I stand here and feel embarrassed and unworthy of your love. I'm leaving and I don't want you following me. You want to flirt with every single woman in this world then fine, your wish has come true." You take your ring off and set it on the dresser, not once sparring a glance at Hugh as you grab your suitcase and quickly leaving the house.
You drive to the nearest hotel to check in, noticing some of Hugh's friends standing outside but you walk right past them, hearing them whisper amongst themselves as to why you're there, but you continue on to your room.
Once up to your room, you lock the door and immediately hop in the shower. Tears flow down your face as you think back to all the arguments you and Hugh have had over the past couple of years, especially when it comes to him having to flirt with every single woman he is around. You understand it comes with the job for fans and interviewers to flirt with him, but he refuses to set boundaries because it 'hurts his career' as he puts it.
You set a boundary with all the men who interview you or hang around you to not flirt or touch you inappropriately, especially after Hugh got over-jealous one time, and it never hurt your career any. Two years you have wondered why he does it but you can never figure out why. When he's with you, he is the happiest man in the whole world but the moment another woman flirts with him, it's like something flips inside and he turns into a different person, especially when he didn't used to be like this.
Hugh was absolutely crazy about you in the beginning. He wouldn't even glance at another woman but now it's like he craves the attention even though he gets all of yours.
Wiping your tears, you finish showering and get dressed, grabbing your phone as you lay on the bed. You see numerous text messages from your friends about a TMZ link so you look at it and are immediately shocked.
Y/N & Hugh Jackman Reportedly Separate.
Who the fuck told TMZ..
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A few weeks later, you wake up the next morning to knocking at your door. Silently cursing to yourself, you open it to see Hugh standing there with bags under his eyes and his beard starting to grow out.
"I thought I told you to leave me alone?" You spit, going to shut the door but he stops it. "Please, can we just talk for a minute?" His voice is soft but hoarse, making you wonder if he's been drinking anything. "I told you the other night I was done talking. I've talked for years and you didn't want to listen then." You say trying to shut the door again.
"Y/N, please." He begs and you notice tears forming in his eyes, causing your heart to slightly break. "Five minutes, that's it." You step aside to let him in, shutting the door behind you.
The two of you stand in silence and you watch as he fidgets with his ring, one thing he does when he's nervous to calm him down. "How did you find me?" You ask even though you know the answer. "A couple friends texted me the night you left that you was here." He barely says, coughing a little.
You grab a bottle of water from the fridge, handing it to him as he whispers a thank you. He drinks it and you go sit on the couch, motioning for him to follow.
"I'm sorry," He starts, "I know I've hurt you for a while now and I never wanted to do that but looking back at what I've done, I understand what's wrong. I tried every interview to set a boundary but the interviewers always wait until im on camera to ask me to say or do certain things that if i say no, it makes me look bad. Even my management team said if I tell them no then my career is ruined. My career is no where near as important as you are but darling, I love what I do. I don't want to lose my career but I don't want to lose you either."
"Do you remember when we first got married and I done that interview with Jimmy, the one he was flirting the whole time and you got really pissed off?" He nods and you continue, "What's different about you being jealous versus me?" His head turns down and you know he's finally understanding where you're coming from.
"I'm really sorry." Hugh chokes out, letting the tears fall down his face this time. "I don't know if sorry is going to work this time." You quietly say. "I fucked up and I don't expect your forgiveness. I don't deserve your love or anything." Hugh stands up, heading towards the door and looks at you as he opens it.
"I'll go file for divorce today and have the papers sent by the end of the day." He says and walks out, leaving you by yourself with your thoughts.
Divorce?
You never mentioned wanting a divorce, you really just wanted separation so he could realize the mistakes he made. Which leaving your ring didn't help any and that was a heat of the moment type of thing but you figured he would have tried to fix things before running to a lawyer.
You decide to go out for a cup of coffee so you head to the nearest shop, sitting down in a isolated corner of the building as you scroll your phone, seeing all the news articles trying to pick apart yours and Hugh's relationship.
As you drink your coffee, you see a full flash from the corner of your eye and quickly stand up, heading out of the shop and running straight for the hotel.
"Y/N! Where's Hugh at? Why did you two split?" You hear several paps asking but you ignore them, running straight into the lobby and you're thankful this hotel doesn't allow cameras inside. You start walking towards the elevators, hearing the paps start up again as someone walks through and you turn around, seeing Hugh's assistant walk through the doors with some papers.
'Well that was fast.' You thought to yourself. "Mr. Jackman wanted me to bring these to you." He says handing you the papers.
Taking them out of his hand, you see the word divorce at the top of the paper and hand it back to the assistant. "Take them back and tell him I don't want them." You say giving them back. "But, Mr. Jackman told me to give them to you and make sure everything was in order before I brought them back." He tells you.
"Kid, I don't want the papers. If this is a big issue then call Hugh and tell him I don't want them. I'm going up to my room now so go ahead and do whatever else you need to do." You smile as you walk away, heading back up to your room.
The moment you walk inside, your phone starts going off so you answer it.
"Hello?" You ask.
"Why did you turn away the papers?" Hugh's confused voice fills the phone.
"If you would have given me a moment to talk, you would have known I never wanted a divorce. I wanted you to try to fix things with us before going that route because I do still love you." You sit on the couch, listening to him sigh.
"I'm the stupidest man on this entire planet. I should've let you tell me your feelings, I'm sorry." His voice cracks but you don't think he's crying, yet.
"I want to work on these things with you, Hugh, but I want you to be able to figure out what all you have to fix on your own." You tell him, looking out the window.
"I've already fired my management team for making me believe I couldn't set boundaries and I'm releasing a statement today announcing that I'm taking a long break from doing interviews until people can start respecting the limits I set." He shuffles around and a small smile form's on your face.
"You really did all of that?" You ask.
"I did and I'm going to do more. I want my best friend back home with me." He softly tells you causing your tears to well up as he continues, "Can I take you out tonight?"
"Hugh, don't you think it's too soon?" You ask but he stops you.
"If you think so then just tell me no."
You think about it and your mouth speaks before your brain can come up with a reason. "Let's do it."
"I'll be there at 6, darling." He says before hanging up.
You look at the time, noticing it's 4 now so you get up and start getting ready.
After getting ready, you hear a knock on the door so you look at the time, noticing Hugh shouldn't be here for a few more minutes and you open it to see one of his friends standing there.
"Can I help you? Did something happen to Hugh?" You ask, confused. "The only thing that happened to Hugh was he lost the most beautiful girl by flirting with every one else." The man says, lifting a hand up to your face but you smack it away. "Don't touch me." You tell him but he steps closer. "I know you've wanted me for a long time so don't sit here and act like that." His foot steps inside but he gets flung back into the wall and you look in shock as Hugh starts punching him.
You run up to him, placing your hand on his shoulders causing Hugh to relax against you but he stands up, holding your face in his hands. "Are you okay?" He quietly asks, eyes meeting yours. You nod and hug him.
"Come on, Hugh. You know she doesn't want you anymore." The guy says from the floor and he turns around to look at him. "She didn't want you either, mate, but you tried forcing your way into her room after she said no." Hugh snarls as he kicks the guy so you grab his hand and lead him inside, locking the door.
You grab his hand and lead him to the bathroom, sitting him on the toilet as you start bandaging his hand. "This is not how I wanted our first date to start out." He tells you with a chuckle. "First date, huh." You state, looking up at him to notice he shaved his beard off.
He nods, taking your hand in his as he looks at you with soft eyes that speak a thousand words. "We should go if we're going to make our reservation." Hugh says after a few minutes, causing you to straighten up and finish his hand. "Alright, your hand should be all better." "Thank you, love." He tells you as he stands up.
You both walk out of the room and head downstairs, seeing the paparazzi still standing outside. "Is it okay if I hold your hand?" He asks and you nod, interlacing your fingers with his as he leads you out. The cameras flash like crazy as Hugh leads you to his car and he helps you in before getting in on his side.
"I wish I knew who told the media about our separation." He grumbles after he's been driving for a few minutes. "When I arrived to the hotel that night, there was a group of your friends outside, one being the guy you beat up tonight." You tell him. "Well you don't have to worry, I'm getting a new phone tomorrow and cutting a lot of people off." Hugh says, glancing over at you.
"You don't have to do that." You look over at him to see him shaking his head. "No, I have to do it. They're nothing but trouble for me anyways." He continues driving until he gets to fancy restaurant, leading you inside and acting like the sweet and kind Hugh that you fell in love with originally.
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After dinner, Hugh takes you back to the hotel but notices the paps are still outside. "Love, why don't you just come back home? I'll sleep in the guest room but I don't want you being harassed anymore." He tries to reason. You think about it especially since you're tired of staying here. "I need to get all of my stuff if I do." You tell him and he pulls his phone out, sending a quick text before driving off.
"My assistant will get it tonight so don't worry." You smile when he says that, reaching your hand over to grip his. Hugh's hand squeezes yours tightly and you see a smile work it's way onto his face.
The drive to the house is fairly quiet and when you get there, he grabs some clothes and goes to the guest room like he promised. You change into some comfier clothes and lay on the bed, tv playing in the background with the volume off, as you try to go to sleep but after hours of tossing and turning, you sigh and get up.
Walking through the house, you think of all the memories that are here and you zone out thinking of everything, noticing you're in front of Hugh's door so you knock quietly. He opens the door and you're met with his broad, shirtless chest and he looks at you with a smile but has a confused look on his face.
"Is something wrong?" He asks. "Can I stay with you? I can't sleep." You quietly say and he steps aside, letting you in. You both get in the bed and he turns the light back off as well try to go to sleep.
Turning over, you lay your head on his chest and he wraps his arm around you to hold you closer, causing you to fall asleep quickly for the first time in 3 weeks to the sound of his heartbeat.
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A few more weeks pass and things have gotten entirely better for the two of you. Hugh held up his promises and set boundaries for everybody and he made sure to put out a statement regarding his behavior during the interviews and taking accountability on his part, he even goes to therapy and takes you along with him every couple of days.
Which, a couple of days ago you woke up deathly sick and after Hugh left to get some medicine, you took a pregnancy test and found out you're pregnant so now you're getting ready to go to your ob to find out how far along you are. You just have to tell Hugh and hope this doesn't backtrack all the work you two have done over the past few weeks.
"Hey, love." Hugh says, walking in and kissing your cheek as you greet him back. Yes, cheek, you two haven't made it back to kissing each other yet but you're hoping it's soon.
"Do you feel like taking me to the doctor? I still feel a little queasy after these past few days." You tell him and he nods, wrapping his arms around you. "I wonder what could be going on. You're not running a fever or anything like that and it's honestly got me concerned." He softly says, pressing a hand against your forehead.
"That's actually what I want to talk to you about," You look up and see his eyes glimmer as he looks at you causing you to smile softly before continuing, "I took a test a couple days ago and found out... I'm pregnant." Hugh looks down at you and you see his face go through several emotions before a smile breaks out on his face.
"Are you serious?" He excitedly asks and you nod. Hugh hugs you tightly, kissing your forehead before leaning down and kissing you deeply, feeling the world around you stop when he does. Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer, feeling his arms wrap around your waist as he lifts you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips.
"Is this okay?" He whispers against your lips. "More than okay." You whisper back as both of your lips connect again, his tongue gliding over your bottom lip.
"Shit, we have an appointment to get to." You breathe out, pulling back slightly. He nods and holds you there, burying his face in your neck. "Just give me a minute." He tells you and that's when you feel his erection straining against his pants.
"I'm sorry, hon. I didn't mean to get you hard." You apologize, holding him close. "Trust me, love, it doesn't take much for me to get turned on by you but I'll be okay. I'm just glad to have you back in my arms again." He admits, kissing your shoulder softly.
Your fingers play with the hair on his neck as he holds you in silence.
"Let's go to my appointment and we can talk about where we're at now. Okay?" You say as he sets you down gently and he nods, following you out to the car.
Once to the ob's office, you're lead back and they give you a sheet to put over your lower half so they can do an ultrasound. Hugh grabs your hand, staring at you lovingly as the tech starts checking you. A heartbeat fills the room causing you both to look at the screen and tears to flow out your eyes. Hugh kisses your forehead softly, smiling down at you.
"Well. Mrs. Jackman, it looks like you are 8 weeks along and the baby has a pretty strong heartbeat. You should be able to find the gender out at the next appointment." She says handing you the pictures she took. You nod and Hugh leads you out, taking you home after setting up your next appointment.
Once home, you notice there's food laid out on the table and you look at Hugh, confused. "I had planned a surprise for you tonight but I forgot about it when you told me about the baby. I hope it's okay." Hugh says with a bit of uncertainty. "It's more than okay." You smile as he leads you to the table, pulling your chair back for you and helping you sit down.
You two eat dinner, joking and laughing with each other the whole time and it feels like your relationship feels normal again. "Y/N, I want you to know that I feel bad about upsetting you the way I did a few weeks ago and for the past couple of years and I'm thankful everyday that you've given me a second chance to prove that you're the only person I want. I never want to live my life again without you in it so will you please marry me, again?" He asks getting on one knee in front of you.
You nod, pulling him into a hug after he puts your ring back on and he grips you tightly. "I love you, hon." You say, feeling tears come after saying that to hugh after a month of not saying it. "I will love you forever, darling. I promise."
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Friends We Made Along The Way Modern AU Part 2
Ive been getting a couple requests for modern day kid/killer, and ive had this perona design in the works for months now. But the final straw was the realization from that one ask i got that i have nothing for Koala in my au yet. So i had to rectify that.
ASL Brothers Modern AU
East Blue Crew Modern Au
Grand Line Crew Modern Au
Friends We Made Along The way Post
additional head-canons:
Koala volunteers at the hospital that Sabo works at as a physical therapy assistant on the weekends. it is very seldom she has free time due to her department store job, doordash job, and volunteering.
Perona, along with Zoro, was a foster child to Mihawk. they both came to live with him when they were teenagers. She still lives with him, but she pays rent and their relationship is more like roommates than father-Daughter atm.
kid and killer are saying up for a trip to Hawaii. They really wanna go up the Mauna Kea mountain and breathe in itâs famously clean air.
additional koala headcanons on this post
Perona has taken up a bit of fencing lessons from Mihawk, and has generally absorbed a lot of information about swords from just being around Zoro and Mihawk all the time.
Kid lives in a very crappy building with 7 other roommates, but he winds up crashing at killer's place most of the time
Killer collects posters of movies he likes that he steals from the movie theater as they come out.
Thanks for reading đ
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Second Confession: Part 1
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Chapter Summary: Already having a crush on Joel for a year now, she was asked to be his patrol partner.
Chapter Warnings - Angst, One-sided love, Unrequited Love, Idiots in Love, a hint of fluff
WC: 1.6k
series masterlist . AO3
A/N: This is my first time committing to write a complete series of a fic. Also my first time posting it on tumblr so i'm still navigating and figuring things out. I love reading unrequited love with a happy ending stories so this has been living in my head rent free for awhile. I speak broken English most of the time (singlish iykyk) so there might be errors in my writing here and there, sorry bout that. Idk if anyone is gonna read this but if you do, i hope you enjoy it. This is prolly gonna be a 5 part series so the next few chapters will be longer than this.
Knock, Knock, Knock
You finish up washing your hands in the sink before shouting over your shoulders, âComing!â
You dried your hands before making your way to the front door. You quickly put on your coat before opening the door and finding Tommy leaning against your porch with his hands in his front pockets.
âGood morning!â he say with a smile, âReady to go?â he asks, turning his body to gesture them to walk out front. You nod your head and turn to lock your door. Both of you walk out and make your way to the cafeteria for breakfast as usual.
The cafeteria is filled with people in the morning. After getting your food, both of you made your way to the table in the corner with Maria, Ellie and Joel already seated eating their food. As you get closer, Tommy went to Mariaâs side and bent down to kiss her on the cheek before sitting beside her. You sit down beside Ellie and gave your greetings to the group.
âGood morning,â you greet them.
âMorning.â Ellie greeted back with mouthful of food still in her mouth.
You get a nod from Maria as she looks up at you while eating her food. Maria has been nice to you from the moment you got to Jackson. Even though she can be strict and tough at times, that is what makes you admire her. You, on the other hand, are reserved and laid back. You are not a leader but more of a follower. Thatâs why you respect her a lot because of what sheâs doing for the community.
Itâs been 3 years since you arrived in Jackson, tattered with the remnants of the past and the pain within you. It was difficult to adjust to the community at first but the couple currently sitting in front of you embraced you into the community with open arms without any judgement. They taught you everything that you need to know about Jackson and since then, you have been living here without much difficulties.
Unlike Maria, Joel does not even acknowledge your presence and keep on eating his breakfast with a frown on his face. You wonder if you will get to be the receiver of his smile one day. You had seen him smile a couple of times while talking to Tommy and you want to see his smile more often.
However, Joel is someone who distances himself from everybody else and has a tough exterior. People in Jackson find him intimidating and stay as far away as possible from him, scared to agitate and make him angry. Heâs always tensed around everyone except the ones that he consider his people like Tommy and Ellie.
Joel and Ellie came to Jackson a year ago to find Tommy and that was when you saw him letting his guard down for the first time when embracing his brother in the middle of the town. After that, he had returned back in his shell refusing to open up to anybody. In the beginning, you tried to come up to him and strike a conversation but he always reply with one word answer or silence or a glare that can burn through your skull. You understand that after everything that happened to this world, itâs tough to live with optimism and hope like before.
Ever since he arrived, he had caught your eye. With his rugged appearance, tic in his jaw every now and then, a face that doesnât show you a hint of happiness and you still canât take your eyes of him when heâs around. You donât know why you seek to look or ask about him when heâs not around. You have been harbouring this feeling towards him for a year now. Itâs starting to bubble up on the surface and youâre afraid that you canât contain it anymore.
You shake those thoughts away and start to dig in your food. Breakfast is filled with Ellie telling everybody on the table about things that she learned in school and asking us about life before the outbreak. Tommy and Maria answer her questions and Joel scoffs at what she said sometimes. You watch her talk about life before the outbreak with wonder in her eyes and you canât help but smile at her. She brings up the feeling of serenity in you when you see the curiosity in her eyes.
Seeing the world through a kidâs eye is something that we adults cannot afford to do anymore. You are caught up in what Ellie is saying that you donât realise that Joel, who is sitting on the other side of Ellie, is looking at you. You stare in each otherâs eyes for a few seconds before he look away and go back to finishing his food.
âHow are you feeling today?â Maria ask you.
âIâm good,â you answer, tearing your eyes away from Joel.
âDo you mind covering Tim on patrols next week?â Joel looks up hearing this. Tim is Joelâs patrol partner. Theyâve been partners for almost a month now. Apparently, Tim and Joel donât get along well. I mean, no one gets along well with Joel. Anyone that got assigned to be his partner always backed out after a few weeks. They cannot find anyone that can handle him except for Tommy. For awhile, Tommy was his partner but they cannot let him stick with him all the time as they needed Tommyâs help somewhere else sometimes.
You look at Joel to gauge his reaction. His stern look towards Maria is not breaking.
âYeah I donât mind.â You turn your head to look at the couple. Tommy is giving you an apologetic look knowing Joel is difficult to work with. He look at Joel who has turn his eyes away from Maria and now towards him.
âJoel, please. We donât have anyone else.â Tommy says with a begging look on his face. Joel stares at him without saying anything.
âOh come on man, is it so difficult to not be mean?â Ellie breaks the silence. Joel frown at her as she continues to speak.
âSheâs my friend and sheâs nice,â her eyes widen to emphasise her words.
âI donât want you to infect her with your âold man attitudeâ,â she air quote annoyingly, making Joel to soften his eyes a little bit.
âBesides, sheâs the only one that can stand you and your grumpiness.â Joel look at her confused. You are confused too by what she said. What does she mean by that? Tommy and Maria exchange glances before Maria speaks again.
âIf everyone is ok with it, Iâll see you at the gates for patrol next week.â She looks at everyone for confirmation before stopping to look at you. You give her a nod before she stands up to start her day. Everybody quietly leaves before you are left with Ellie alone who still has a little bit of food to finish.
You timidly ask her about what she meant earlier, âEllie, what do you mean when you said Iâm the only one that can stand him and his grumpiness?â
Ellie looks at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She smirks and continue to eat her food not answering your question.
âEllie!â you urge her to answer you.
She just laugh at you and stands up to return her tray. You are left alone being confused.
Feeling a little bit sluggish from the day, you make yourself a nice hot tea and make your way to your front porch. You sit down on your chair, immersing yourself in the calm stillness of the night. You have always enjoy the nights in Jackson more than the daytime.Â
As you are relaxing, what happened earlier today, creeps up in your mind. The way Joel was looking at you makes your heart beat faster. What was he thinking while looking at you like that? Also, what did Ellie meant when she said that Iâm the only one that can stand him and his grumpiness? You did not spend a lot of time with him alone for her to think that way.
You are perplexed on joining him on patrols, knowing the fact that a lot of people had a tough time with him. You cannot back out from it now and you are taking this opportunity to get to know him better.
While you are in thinking about Joel, you hear the strumming of a guitar nearby. It must be him. Joel lives adjacent to your house and you know that he plays the guitar some nights thinking no one is around to hear him play. You are not able to see him play because he plays the guitar at his back porch all the time. You did get to see him play once when he was back facing you, sitting at the edge of his porch, taking in the sunset. You had thought it was a beautiful view even though he wasnât facing you.
You did not tell anyone about your feelings for him but you think that maybe Tommy has caught on to it. Sometimes he caught you looking at his brother and he would give you a mischievous smirk.
You have been wanting to tell Joel about your feelings that youâve kept for about a year now. You also know that it is a risk as he will probably react badly to it. You do not expect him to accept it. You are doing it mostly for yourself. Call it selfish or whatever but you think itâs better to let those feelings out and move on with your life without keeping a secret that will only eat you from the inside.
Having a crush for a year is a long time and you think that it wonât progress any further so youâd rather do it fearlessly with no regrets. With a determination to confess , you let yourself listen to him playing the guitar for awhile more before calling it a night.
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Seven Minutes In Heaven | Stu Macher
Pairing: Stu Macher x female!readerÂ
Word count:Â 4.1K
Warnings/contents:Â Light smut, sexual innuendos, mild language, mentions of future sex, light clit stimulation, slight name calling.Â
Notes: Well⊠I was gonna do Billy⊠But⊠here we are, and this is not Billy. Stu has been living in my brain rent free the past couple of days and Iâm not sure how to get rid of him. Do I want to? I hope that you all enjoy this chapter, it was fun to write!Â
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The party was crowded all around you. It was nearly midnight, but there was no sign of the lively crowd leaving or dropping any time soon. You leaned against the wall in the room beside the kitchen, watching everybody laughing, singing and dancing. Youâd been going hard all nightâ drinking, dancing, singing, and bouncing around the rooms with Sidney and Tatum. So you were taking a break with a fresh drink.Â
Your stomach had started to hurt less than an hour ago, but you ignored it and took another swig of your drink. Everything tonight was sort of a blur. You werenât sure if it was because youâd drank too much, or because everything was going fast; people were everywhere, and yet, you hadnât seen Stu, Billy or Randy in the past few hours. You had seen Tatum and Sidney constantly throughout the night before you departed to get a new drink and they went to the bathroom.Â
An arm wrapped around your shoulder, nearly making you jump before you looked and saw Sidney.Â
âYou scared me,â you feigned annoyance at the woman who sent you a grin. âI thought that you were some creep.â She laughed and took a quick sip of her drink.Â
âItâs only Tatum and I,â she said as Tatum rounded the corner and sent you a smile.Â
âGuysâ have you seen Randy tonight?âÂ
âUh, I think he was in the kitchen last I saw,â you said innocently, earning a cackle from Sidney.Â
âShe means that she thinks he looks hot.â You gave a quick laugh and tossed your head back on her shoulder.Â
âNo! Not Randy Meeks!âÂ
âWhatâ it isnât my fault. He looks hot tonight.â You and Sidney shared a laugh that made Tatum roll her eyes. âCome on guysâ let me get over Stu how I please.â Her words felt like something that should have made you stop laughing and teasing, but you knew for a fact that she was over the man sheâd previously been with; shockingly, he had been the one that broke up with her, despite Sidneyâs constant bothering Tatum to break up with him.Â
âAny way you wantâ just not with Randy.â You heckled the woman who sighed dreamily and leaned against the wall on your other side with a cup in her hand. You took a quick glance inside of it and chuckled. âMaybe youâre losing your mind because youâve been drinking too much.âÂ
âIt has to take a lot of shots to get with Randy,â Sidney sent Tatum a grin that she ignored.Â
âI havenât drank that much.â She told you, but you were quick to raise an eyebrow. Youâd been with the two a majority of the night, and you knew for a fact that Tatum had drank nearly as much as youâ possibly more in the short time that you had been separated.Â
âSure, Tate,â you shrugged the conversation off, knowing not to argue with her about this right now. She was far too drunk to accurately retort right now and it felt crude of you to continue teasing her. âIf Randy is what you wantâŠâ You gave a soft blow from your mouth. âFuck it. Then go for it.â Tatum hesitated, a slow smile spreading across her face as she pushed herself off of the wall with her shoulder. âWhoahâ I do not like the face you just made,â you watched the woman start to head off across the room and shared a worried look with Sidney.Â
âShould we⊠follow her?âÂ
âProbably.â The two of you made your way through the crowd, trying to follow the back of her head as quickly as you could to not lose her, but you were worried youâd accidentally end up following the wrong person if you got bumped into or blinded for a moment. By time the two of you made it off of the crowded makeshift dance floor, you saw Tatum across the room whispering something to Stu.Â
You shared a quick, shocked look with the woman beside you before you looked back and saw him laughing and nodding. Tatum met your gaze across the room and waved in the air, beckoning the two of you over.Â
âWhat are you talking to Stu for?â Sidney asked with a raised eyebrow. âI thought that the two of you were⊠well, not on speaking terms.âÂ
âI have a plan,â Tatum said with a cheerful grin. âWeâre going to play seven minutes in heaven! Itâs the perfect excuse to get Randy into the closet with me.â After a moment of silence, you spoke.Â
âWhy donât you just get him into a bedroom upstairs with you?â She seemed to think for a moment before she shrugged.Â
âI didnât think of it.â You went to speak again, but she cut you off. âWell, itâs too late now. We both have something to gain from this anyways.â She sent you a wink that made your stomach tighten.Â
What the hell did she mean by that?Â
âTatumââÂ
A whistle came over the room as the music abruptly stopped. People groaned and looked around in confusion. Stu stood on a table, waving a hat around the room.Â
âItâs time for seven minutes in heaven!â Drunk people in the room started to cheer at his excitement. âWeâre splitting into 3 different groups since thereâs so many of us. Those of you who donât want to play can stay here. Everyone else, split into groups and follow me.â Tatum grabbed your hand, so you grabbed Sidneyâs hand, and quickly ran towards the direction Stu was going. You nearly stumbled over your feet on the way to the living room. âAlrightâ so we have 3 hats, Iâm gonna do a headcount and put a slip of paper into the hat for every person in the room.âÂ
âHow do we know whoâs who?â Someone called.Â
âI know. Billy knows.âÂ
âWhat if we donât trust you?â Sidney asked with a raised eyebrow at the man who chuckled.Â
âOkayâ Iâll let one more person know the numbers for each group. (y/n)â you can have the numbers for our group,â your attention drifted off as you watched the man continue to speak, anxious about the game. You didnât want to playâ you did not want to get trapped in a room with any of these drunk people. But at the moment, it didnât seem like you had a choice as Tatum squeezed your hand.Â
âThank you,â Tatum whispered to you quickly. You sent her a small, tight smile and watched the room start to disperse. Stu walked towards you and gestured for you to follow him. You let go of the girls hands, your own feeling clammy and numb. You hadnât realized that you were anxiously squeezing their hands so tightly.Â
âWhatever number Randy or Tatum picks doesnât matter. Weâre gonna say itâs theirs so they get locked in a closet together.â He spoke simply. âAs for everyone else, weâre gonna go clockwise so that itâs easy to remember. Iâm not sober enough to remember everybody in this room.â Feeling queasy, you sent the man a quick nod.Â
âSounds good to me.â You were quick to walk away from the man when he turned to Billy and went to sit between Tatum and Sidney. Sidney sent you a pat on the back while Stu jutted out the hat at the first victim of the circleâ someone that you didnât know the name of. He pulled a slip of paper out of the hat and called out the number.Â
âSix.â You quickly looked around the group, counting clockwise to the sixth person and seeing another girl. She had long red hair, but you werenât sure what her name was. For the most part, you knew about a total of five people at Stuâs partiesâ him included.Â
The two got up, following Stu to the coat closet across the room. There were several spread throughout the house, giving plenty of room for every group to have one party go at once.Â
He blocked the door with a chair and walked back to the group with his phone in hand, starting a timer for seven minutes and sitting down with the group while it counted down. The thought of spending seven minutes locked in a tight space with anybody in this room made your stomach churn.Â
âRandy, I dare you to take 3 shots of (y/n)âs drink.â You looked at Stu, shocked: nobody said anything about playing another game while people were in the closet.Â
âWhatâ you didnât let me choose between truth or dare!â He complained. Stu shrugged, clearly not caring and not going to change his mind. Randy looked at you and sighed, scooting closer and reaching for your drink that you outstretched tentatively.Â
âDonât give that back.â Randy almost looked offended.Â
âIâm not sick!âÂ
âI donât want your germs in my mouth.â Randy rolled his eyes, moving back to sit where he was previously since you didnât want the drink back, and took 3 large shots into his mouth and winced.Â
âGod, (y/n)â this is strong,â he complained. You laughed at the man and watched him set the drink down with a grimace. Randy took a moment to get the taste from his mouth with his own drink before he looked around the circle for his next victim. âHmm⊠Sidney⊠truth or dare.âÂ
âTruth,â she said, not trusting the look on Randyâs face.Â
âDid you or did you not fuck Billy last weekend?â Her face warmed and you snickered; she should have known a truth would be just as bad from Randy as a dare.Â
âUh⊠I did.â She avoided eye contact with Billy who stole a quick glance at her. âGod, youâre a pervert,â she mumbled, glancing at Tatum and wondering why she wanted to be locked in a closet with him. Just before Sidney spoke to pick her next person, the timer on Stuâs phone went off. He held a finger up to pause the game and got up, walking towards the closet. He moved the chair and abruptly slammed open the door, clearly wanting to catch the two in the act of doing something, and yet he only found them kissing sloppily.Â
âTimeâs up, love birds.â He shoved the two out of the closet, snickering when the girl was flushing and went back to the circle with her head down. Stu shook the hat and walked towards you, stopping with the hat right in front of your face. You reached up and into the hat, digging around until you felt like you found the right piece of paper.Â
You pulled it out and looked at it. A 4 was scribbled on the paper. You looked to your left and met Sidneyâs eyes.Â
âThank god,â you mumbled quietly, watching her laugh.Â
âWell, then.â Stu smirked. âCome on, ladies.â Sidney rolled her eyes at the man and stood up.Â
âDonât be a pervert.â She grumbled, walking towards the closet with you. A quick look was shared between you and Stu. He sent you a wink as you walked into the cramped closet with Sidney. Stu shut the door and almost immediately you heard the chair scrape across the floor.Â
âSeven minutes!â He called before he walked away. You gave a sigh and leaned back against the wall, brushing your hair back from your face.Â
âIâm so glad itâs you Iâm in here with.â The room was so dark you could barely see her, but you could see the woman enough to watch her smile.Â
âYeahâ I agree. I did not want to be in here with one of those drunk guys. They look like they could barely stand.â You laughed and shook your head.Â
âI wish Tatum had wanted to play this game when everyone was more sober.âÂ
âOr not at all,â Sidney grimaced.Â
âWell, maybe youâll get locked in here with Billy.â You teased the woman who gave your shoulder a slap. âAlrightâ alright!â You shoved her hand away with a grin. âIâll leave you alone.âÂ
âSpeaking of being locked in here with peopleâŠâ She hesitated, confusing you.Â
âWhat do you want to do, make out?â You teased the woman.Â
âAbsolutely not. I was wonderingâ have you seen Stu tonight?âÂ
âUhâ yeah? I was talking to him not that long ago about the game.âÂ
âYeah, but that isnât what I meant.âÂ
âIâm confused.âÂ
âHeâs eyeing you like he wants to fuck you right there.â You choked on your own spit and nearly had a coughing fit. âIâm serious! Heâs so eye fucking you.â You couldnât tell if she was annoyed or not by her tone. She sounded half-disgusted and half-teasing. âThe wink?â She added. âStu doesnât just wink.âÂ
âStu flirts with everyone,â you said when you finally caught your breath. âHeâs not eye fucking me, heâs just being⊠ugh.â You didnât know what to say. You werenât oblivious. You had seen him out of the corner of your eye a few times, but that didnât mean that you thought that he was staring at you specifically. Wasnât he just kind of a whore?Â
âAll Iâm saying is that you better wish upon a star you donât get locked in here with him or youâre gonna be caught naked.â You gasped and made her laugh.Â
âI donât want to fuck him. Even if he wants to fuck meâ nobody said that I wanted to fuck him.âÂ
âTatum fell for him.â You gave a soft scoff and looked down.Â
âWhatever.â She reached over and gave you a gentle pat on the shoulder; the two of you stood in silence for a few minutes before the door opened and Stu looked in. He raised an eyebrow and stepped aside.Â
âBoring.â Was all he said. âRandy, Tateâ youâre next.â You raised an eyebrow and looked towards Tatum who stood a little too quickly.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âWe let Tatum choose while the two of you were still in here.â Stu sent you a knowing look and let Randy and Tatum inside the closet. She sent you an excited look and you swore that you saw Randy blushing before Stu shut the door and put the chair in front of the door. He took his time starting the timer on the way back to the circle. You went to go sit beside Sidney, but a cold hand caught your wrist and pulled you down. You gave a soft sound in shock and looked at Stu as he turned on the timer and leaned towards you.Â
âWhatâs up with Tatum wanting to fuck Randy?â He asked, his breath hitting your ear. You felt ashamed as your face heated up as he spoke.Â
âUh, I donât know.â You chewed on the inside of your cheek and gazed across the circle at Sidney who looked like she was going to burst. You sent her a sharp look. âShe just mentioned it tonight. Maybe sheâs just drunk. Why? Jealous?â You finally looked at the man again. He had a single raised eyebrow.Â
âMe? Jealous?â He laughed. âNo way. I have options.â You quickly looked away as the man eyed you too intensely. âSidney,â he spoke, eyes still trained on you for a moment before he looked at her. âTruth or dare?â She hesitated for a minute, thinking about her last choice and the truth she had to answer.Â
âDare.â He smirked at the girl and looked at Billy that sat a few feet away from him.Â
âSit on Billyâs lap until I pick out of the hat.âÂ
âWaitââÂ
âWhatâs the matter? You were just on his dick last weekend.â He said, as innocently as he could. She shot him a look and almost pleaded with her eyes at you.Â
âI can always, uh⊠take the dare instead.â You said in an attempt to save your friend from the embarrassment.Â
âNo,â Stu spoke quickly, shaking his head. âThis is for Sidney. Sid, sit on Billyâs lap for the next few minutes.â You shrugged gently and sent her an apologetic look.Â
âI triedâ you mouthed at the woman as she stood and walked over to Billy. You didnât bother looking over and watching her, knowing that she certainly didnât want to be seen in a moment like this. With a content hum, Stu looked around the circle then at the timer on his lap. There were still four minutes left for the two in the room and nearly half of the people had left while you and Sidney were in the closet.Â
âWell⊠unless you wanna kiss me, thereâs not much else we can do.â Stu spoke. It took a moment for you to realize that he was talking to you.Â
âIâm not going to kiss you. I wasnât going to choose dare anyways! Itâs not even your turn again!â You blurted out shakily. He snickered and rested back on his hands.Â
âAlright. Guess we get to wait.â The room was awkwardly silent. The music was quieter than it had been all night, but it still made your teeth feel like they were buzzing even after all of this time away from the loud room.Â
Being able to hear your breath made you feel self-conscious, so you glanced at Sidney and saw her stiff against Billy who had a hand on her leg. She caught your gaze and gently shook her head as you bit back a smile.Â
The timer going off nearly made you jump. Stu got up slowly, stopping the timer and grabbed the hat instead of heading for the closet. You looked up at the man as he shoved his hand into the hat. All of the papers were still in there, even for the people that had left, but he smiled when he picked up his piece. He handed it down to Billy as Sidney scrambled off of his lap and stood up.Â
âGotta run to the bathroom,â she mumbled to you as she passed by you. You were too distracted watching the two share a quick, quiet conversation. Billy sent Stu and quick smirk as Stu laughed and stood up straight again. He headed over to the closet as Billy pocketed the paper and looked at you.Â
âLet me guess, you?â You asked hopefully. Billy stood and stretched his legs with a shake of his head.Â
âI hope your breath smells good.â He teased, moving to sit on the sofa as your face fell. You watched as Tatum straightened her shirt and sent you a grin. Randyâs face was bright red as he aimlessly followed Tatum towards the other room. Nobody was left but you, Billy and Stu. Fingers grabbed your own, the same cold, slender fingers that grabbed you before. You dug your nail into the side of your free thumb and looked at the man.Â
âJust you and me now,â he winked at you and tugged you towards the closet. Billy followed the two of you to the closet, giving Stu a slap on the back as he got into the small, cramped space with you, and shut the door. The chair scraped across the floor and hooked underneath the handle.Â
âSeven minutes.â Billy spoke through the door and walked away. You were dead silent, fearing to even breathe. Stu shockingly didnât smell purely like alcohol. Instead, he smelled minty, like heâd recently had gum. The lingering scent of his cologne was in your nose as he stood so close that you swore you felt his body heat.Â
âIâm guessing you and Sidney didnât do what weâre about to,â he spoke in a tone you had never heard from him before; enticing, flirtyâ dare you say itâ sexy. You clenched your jaw and tried becoming one with the wall. Stu got closer, his breath along your warm cheekbones.Â
âWe donât have to do anything.â You spoke quickly.Â
âThis is seven minutes in heaven. Thatâs the golden rule of this game.â He grasped your waist and pulled you flush against his chest. You gave a soft gasp and pressed your palm flat to his chest. âYouâre gonna tell me that you donât want to kiss me like I wanna kiss you?â He teased. âYouâre not struggling. Youâre not yelling or hitting me.â Stu nudged your chin up and leaned in, his lips brushing gently across yours with the slightest kiss that you didnât return.Â
Your breath hitched and earned another laugh from the man in front of you.Â
âYeah. You donât want to kiss me.â He mumbled beneath his breath, ignoring your silent protests as he pressed his lips to yours. Your fingers grasped at his chest, legs shaky as the man held you close. You struggled for a moment in his arms, but Stu was persistent. His tongue brushed along your bottom lip and made you flush. Involuntarily, your mouth opened for the man that pushed his tongue into your mouth and grasped tighter at your hips.Â
The fight in you seemed to have abandoned you as you finally leaned into the man. Stu reached his hand down, groping at your ass and earning a soft gasp from you as he pressed your hips to his. His fingers grasped your thigh, edging it up to wrap around his waist in an attempt to feel your body completely pressed against his own. Your face was hot as you felt the obvious hardness in his pants.Â
âYou feel how hard I am for you?â He teased between feverish kisses that you leaned in to even when he pulled back. âItâs sure as hell not for Tatum fucking Randy in the bathroom upstairs.â He snickered, sliding his hand up your side and groping at your breast over the bra that you wore.Â
Stu left your lips with a soft âsmack,â but before you could even react, he leaned down to press a few scattered kisses to your neck. Stuâs fingers were long and strong, groping at your breast and making you give a soft moan in return to his lips sucking on your skin. Stu gave a devious chuckle and pulled away from your neck, shoving his lips back to your mouth as his opposite hand slid along your thigh. You shifted against the man, leaning closer to him and making it easier for his fingers to press to your clit over your clothing.Â
âBetter stay quiet. You wouldnât want anyone thinking that you cave so easily, would you?â He laughed at you as you gave another small moan at his fingers rubbing small circles on your clit. Your body tingled at his touch, at the kisses that he pressed to your lips. Stu knew he had you when his fingers pushed into your pants and you didnât even falter. His fingers pressed to your entrance over your underwear and he gave a chuckle. âYouâre wet,â he mumbled against your lips. âAre you a little slut? Getting horny for me in the closet? Are you into the thought of Billy hearing you moan for me in here?âÂ
âMmm, Stuââ you grumbled in complaint as he chuckled. He pressed another kiss to your lips and shoved his fingers into your panties. You squirmed against the mans hands as his fingers rubbed bare at your clit. You were getting desperate, the alcohol in your system wasnât making it easy on you to make the right choices.Â
And as Stu pushed one of his long fingers inside of you, it was too hard for you to stop.Â
Stu easily sensed how desperate you were as you clenched slightly around his fingers. He chuckled, pulling his hand back and sucking off his fingers before he reached over and pounded on the door.Â
âAs sexy as this is, Iâd rather go to my room and keep your moans and screams to myself,â he pressed a kiss to your neck as footsteps started heading to the closet. His warm breath hit your ear as he whispered to you. âIâm gonna strip all of this off of you and fuck you until youâre soaking the bed.â You gave a soft sound beneath your breath in embarrassment to his vulgar words, something that earned a devious chuckle from the man that stood over you.Â
The light coming from outside nearly blinded you as you squinted and tried to adjust to the drastic light change.Â
âThat wasnât seven minutes.â Billyâs familiar voice spoke as slender fingers grabbed your own quickly and started to lead you from the closet. You glanced over, seeing Sidney sitting on the ground with flushed cheeks. She sent you a confused look, something you shrugged at.Â
âI decided I need more than seven minutes.â Stu sent his best friend and wink before he tugged you after him. âCome on. Letâs go to my room. You wonât regret it.âÂ
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Hihihiii :3 Hope you're having a great day author!
This is my first direct interaction in this website generally speaking, so what better way to start than rambling my head off about the twink slutty baby? YES. Lavi. That cute whore that's been on my mine for a good while now...I want to kiss him, want him to cuddle me so bad grrrr I want to rim his pretty ass and use it as my only life source for the rest of my mortal existence. I want to follow every single one of his instructions on how to please him while he guides me with that shit eating smug grin '>:3'. I totally see him as a power bottom, riding my strap effortlessly while he pins me down telling me how much of a pathetic virgin I am and how fortunate I am to even be touching him, how lucky I am that he's willing to teach me how to make him feel good, how he'd laugh once I'm exhausted and he keeps nonchalantly bouncing still with his endless incubi stamina...MMMM...But also, I want to hit his ribs each time he throws an annoying tauntrum, or make him whimper each time he breaks something expensive, I want to sneak into his phone and watch just all the dozens of porn he has in his gallery along with his search history, I need to make him cry so hard until we're both doubting who's the real pervert here...I NEED to peg him. I NEED to spank his cute jiggling ass until it's red and sore. I need to make him deepthroath my strap and perhaps give me head. I NEED to grope his cute small chest and nurse on his rosy nipples while he tries to make a teasing remark only to be interrupted by his own lewd moans. I NEED to watch how all that lube and cum slowly leaks out of his puffy hole with profane sounds while spreading his supple asscheeks further apart as he whines and mewls begging for more. I NEED to cuddle him from behind while I finger his thight whorish asshole, I NEEEED to give him some genuine, gentle love-making while kissing his pretty face and cooing sweet nothings into his ears while he grabs onto my neck thightly saying shamelessly how good it feels.
I want to give him goodnight kisses on the forehead, cheeks, nose, eyes, tummy and finally his soft lips. I want to feel him clinging onto me with his limbs (and tail of course) while we sleep, even better if he craddles my head on his chest. I might even forgive his murders if he promises to be a good boy with a pretty pout even though he'd probably be crossing his fingers behind his back. I want to do each other's hair and nails. I want him to listen to the music I listen to (Rabbit Hole by DECO27 would be SO him). I want to see his deadpaned and disdainful face when I tell him all my bad jokes. I want to go out with him at those aesthetic cafés and buy him everything he wants even if I won't be able to buy anything else for a while. I want us to get matching couple cheesy things. I want us to do lovey dovey stuff together and maybe a kiss that doesn't end up looking out of a hentai. A wholesome one. I want him to live on my lap. I want him to try make him wear decente clothes from time to time. I want to see his reaction once my mortal life comes to an end. (If he cries and gets depressed he'll look so pretty but if he laughs he'll also look so pretty). I want to show him off to my friends even if I know he's probably the type that types 'uwu', ':3' or 'nya~' either satirically or not. I would bear the cringe for him. I want to send him memes and reels and, overall, just hear his laugh because I'm sure it would be gorgeous just like him. <3
He literally lives rent free in my mind this is a call for help. I crave for more Lavi content.
I'm not horny. You are.
Anyway, thanks for the constant posting! I love how you write your characters and draw/paint! You're one of my favorite artists. Eat well and have a good day/night. :)
Oh my dear GOD this was a ROLLER COASTER
I don't even know where to start. Alright so first of all, this is so deliciously written omg??? You made me put Lavi on a plate and eat him I bet he'd taste like cake. The contrast between the wholesome parts and the extremely unholy parts were crazy I felt like I was in a car that randomly speeds up and down
Rabbit hole is indeed very Lavi, the animation fits him so well as well. If I knew how to make them I'd definitely draw a Lavi version. And yes he's definitely the type who'd type "uwu" and ">:3" unironically
THE DRAWINGS ARE SO CUTE AS WELL!! HE LOOKS SO ADORABLE LOOK AT HIS CUTE LITTLE FACE AND CUTE BUTT
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Hi! Hi! Hi! Itâs the Floch friend again. I missed Levi and SU reader so much!!! They live rent free in the back of my head and I always miss them, I don know how you do it. Iâve already said a million times how I love your writing, but it always scratches the right part of my brain and I canât stop rereading everything.
As for the Hallosleepover, I have a couple of prompts, you can choose either of them (or none, if you donât feel like it). For Levi x SUreader - their first fall on the surface, and for Levi x P4reader - âwhen they instinctively put a protective arm out to protect the other when an actor tries to jump out and scare themâ (a prompt from the second list).
Hope you had a nice week â€ïž
hallo-sleepover '24! / accepting.
floch friend, hello my love! gosh you are always so lovely, i swear. you are the best. i would be delighted to give you a lil First Fall for our fearless duo
first fall.
pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader word count: 860 tags: big fluff vibes, changing of the season, mentions of the underground city, set in the flackbacks and universe of silver underground. credit: dividers by @saradika-graphics
Colors.
The trees change colors on the surface.
Leviâs busy fixing his carat in the freshly-cleaned mirror in the corner of the room while you button your ivory pants. Now that youâve both been on the surface â him for four months, you for two â youâve settled into a new routine similar to the one you abandoned below the surface.
After living a lifetime there, youâre both used to working in pure darkness. It gives you precious time to be in one anotherâs presence before you have to slip back across the hallway and into your quarters to pretend yet another day.
The day is still young; dawn fast approaches from its kiss goodnight.
As the sun creeps across the horizon, your eyes see the flutter outside Leviâs open window.Â
Your chin turns to observe absently, but then the world stops.
Leaves.
Red leaves.
(Itâs almost the start of autumn, Petra had told you at dinner not long ago. A new season. Itâs beautiful this time of year.)
âJames?â you hear from the side; Leviâs voice, gruff from the morning still.
Dropping your leather leg straps to the floor, you abandon dressing in proper attire for a chance to sprint out of his captainâs quarters towards the front door of headquarters.Â
The wooden door slams against stone, reverberating down the hallway.Â
The sound may wake up half of the squad from their slumber.Â
You donât care.
Ever since the two of you managed to survive the underground with bared teeth and taut fists, itâs been tough to simply be. The Survey Corps are by no means gentle â people die just as often as those who were once your neighbors â but the surface dwellers have no idea of the luxuries they take for granted.
Down there, the gentle caress of the breeze does not exist. Down there, warmth can only be found in another body and not the sky.
There are no trees, no trunks, no leaves. There are no changing skies.
But up here?
Everything lives and dies and lives again. Everything has an order, turning brilliant colors in the blink of an eye. Slowly the humid summer air flutters into a crisp chill.Â
The start of autumn.
Boots skid against the floor as you rush towards the front entrance. You scoot through a sliver of an opening to find yourself outdoors â surrounded by a sea of brilliant vibrance. The trees that were once a staunch green have now faded into a cacophony of colors: oranges, yellows, reds.
No two trees are alike.
âThe hellâd you run out for?â
Hearing the baritone sound behind you, your wide eyes find Levi following out right behind you. His hands are still fussing with the carat at the base of his throat, jacket abandoned.
Then he pauses.
Sees, what you see.
âThe trees are finally changing. I saw it from your window and had to see it for myself,â you exhale with a childlike wonder, unable to contain your excitement.Â
With Levi you donât have to â just like the changing of the seasons, he knows just about every version of you; every color. Youâre allowed toÂ
âIs this what Petra was talking about?â he asks, leaves crunching under the heel of his boot as he moves to stand beside you. âAutumn or whatever?â
âI think so. She called it a season. I think she said thereâs four of them?â
âWhat was the last one?â
Sticking out a tongue as you concentrate for a moment, the word comes to you a beat later. âIâm pretty sure it was called summer.â
âHm.â
âI canât believe theyâre all different,â you murmur, pointing one out in particular: its leaves are only just beginning to fade into a new color, causing it to stand out. âLook.â
âI see it.â
His statement isnât said with annoyance but amusement.
When you turn to him, Levi isnât looking at the trees. Heâs staring at you, as if heâs more interested in witnessing your reaction to something so new and beautiful than living in it for himself.
âWell donât stare at me.â
âIâm not.â
âLiar.â
His eyes narrow with a fraction of amusement before blinking back to the trees. âPetra also said it will snow up here in the later months.â
âSnow?â you repeat. âWhatâs that?â
âGot no clue,â Levi admits, choosing to be honest in this private moment with you. If it were anyone else, heâd have a smartass remark. Itâs too early for that. âWas hoping youâd know.â
Snow.
You wonder what they call the changing colors, if they have a name as foreign as snow.
Reaching for his hand, Levi does little to dissuade you as you pull him towards one of the adolescent trees to the east by the stables. When you reach to run a fingertip along one of the low-hanging crimson leaves, he squeezes your joined hands.
âGuess weâll see it together,â he adds.
A promise.
To see everything, anything, together.
(A promise once made in eternal night, now carried into the light. I won't go far from you.)
Nodding, you squeeze his hand back.
âYeah. Together.â
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Welp, @fidenciocryptidcreechur , at long last... here it is! The long awaited Rook with a Winged!reader!!
A/N: The reader is noted to have the wings of an elf owl and smaller than Rook (as to how much is all up to you) but other than that, appearance is up to all of you! Enjoy!
As a man who is absolutely fascinated with anything that is not human (beast folk, fae, mer folk), as an avian beast folk, you certainly fall into that little category of someone who would just love to get to know, to see you more often, to see you in action, and take some pictures
There were a couple of problems though with this
Number one, you are predominately nocturnal, hardly seen throughout the day
Number two, you are one of the quietest of the avian species, that, paired with your smaller size, makes it absolutely perfect to get away at any time you need
There have been a number of instances when he has seen students shouting and running, only to have a blur swoop past him faster than he could comprehend, and he instantly knew that you were back to your antics
It was amusing to see how the non-humans of the school seem to have traits that correlate to their animal counterparts
Such as you and your attention to any shiny object within reach... and out of reach
What he wouldn't give to just have a mere second of your time! To see your wings up close! Just how soft are they? How do they shine in both the light of the sun and moon?
No matter how hard he tried, this very skillful hunter found himself at a crossroads in trying to catch even a glimpse of you, the elusive thing that you are
It wasn't until one night, when he had returned to his dorm room after a night stalk of the halls (that cozy card now lives rent free in my head, the jerk affectionate) when he returned to his room and froze at the sight of someone hunched over his desk, perched on top of his chair and seemingly quite interested in the hair clips he keeps in their little box
The man didn't even breathe, knowing that the slightest movement would scare you away in an instant
He was right
Your wings look absolutely breathtaking in the moonlight, the natural hues of an elf owl certainly showing through
While not the fastest avian species, you certainly made up for it in your little tricks in getting away from who you seem to be predators, or just other pesky students
Seeming to finally notice his presence, at last, (he likes to think that you knew he was there the whole time, after all, elf owls have a very keen sense of hearing, more so than many of the beast folk on campus),you head fully turned to look at him
Which only intrigued him that much more. So you can fully twist your neck like that of an owl? Oh he wonders how well your sight must be then, and a number of other things
From that moment on, Rook would often hear little scratches or find little trinkets on his daily journeys, all left for him
His current favorite is a little owl charm that he attaches to his phone case, it is rather charming
But the moment that his heart all but stops? Shot by cupid's arrow?
That was the moment that he made his way through the forests of Pomefiore, turning for a brief moment the moment he heard movement behind him, seeing nothing, then turning back and there you are hanging upside down from a branch, noses almost touching
If that wasn't enough, when you held your hand out, and in it, you held one of your very own feathers, one of rather good length, nearly the size of the one on his hat, he was stunned into silence when you beckoned him to take it, which he finally did (his hand even trembled in the process)
And then you smiled at him..... and you were gone
From that moment on, your feather now replaced the one that was on his hat, and the absolute care that he took of it was a bit intense if we are being honest here
From that moment on, he would find a feather here and there, but all left in a place that he knew that you meant for him to have it
Gym locker, his seat within Pomefiore, his room (in a number of places, personal favorite being on his pillow)
Ones that were stronger and sturdier, were placed onto his arrows with such great care. He makes sure never to lose those arrows, and thus loosing your precious feathers
Now, what is it that he should give to you in return? There are a number of things that come to his mind, but there is one that stands above all else
He would give you his heart
Thank you for reading! Have a wonderful day/night!
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Hello, is there a hinny fic you can recommend that you believe people donât talk enough about and deserves a lot more love? Iâve read the popular ones and Iâm trying to find a hidden gems.
Anon, I hope you appreciated the deep dive I just did for youâŠ.
First up, though, someone who is not a hidden gem. Sheâs here every gd day making life more of a delight for me, and her fic Rose lives in my head rent free (also her micro fic, Match, makes me unreasonably emotional even after several readings), but I simply donât believe she gets enough love because she deserves all of it.
And, oh, you want a long fic? Well Evolution has almost 280k words just waiting for you!
I donât think Iâve ever told her how often I reread her hinny one-shots and I probably should so now is a great time - @sophie-hatter-jenkins you are my muse đ
And now, a more composed list of specific fics:
Lost in Japan by lostonplatform934
Two weeks, six days, three hours and 42 minutes.
That was how long it had been since Harry Potter had seen Ginny Weasley.
And the lack of Ginny was thoroughly driving Harry mad.
But he's a couple hundred miles from Japan, and he's thinking he could fly to her hotel tonight, 'cause he can't get Ginny off his mind.
Moving the Goalposts - Velvethopefics
A Muggle Au in which Harry, a former football star, meets a mysterious redhead. Things are not always what they seem. Think of this as You've Got Mail Meets Harry Potter. A character study with romance, email, and misunderstandings. A bit of fun and fluff, among other things.
Ecchomysis - GryffindorMischief
Prompt: âI needed a drink of water after my shower but I forgot that I opened the blinds to my balcony and you just saw me walk into my kitchen naked.â
Kindle - fightsfortherightsofhouseelves & GryffindorMischief
Life throws a lot of unexpected things Harry Potter's way, but his luck has been pretty good so far.
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pairing. chenle x reader
synopsis. the one where chenle wishes he was the reason youâd stay up till three, that he was more than just someone youâd walk by
genre. friends to ?? au (this is very much an open ending), one sided pining, mentions of being intoxicated (just a teensy bit⊠pls drink responsibly), chenle sits in his thoughts a lot in this, lmk if thereâs anything that was missed!
wc. 0.8k words
notes. here's a little something while i write for renjun hehe anw! i love lele's cover for drunk texts by henry moodie like it literally lives in my mind rent free all year round⊠and to that, collectively we all say thank u lee mujin service đđ
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november 5th.
itâs a chilly night. the kind where the air feels electric, and everything is heightenedâthe sky, the city lights, and the tension sitting heavily between you and chenle.
youâd been walking home together, like you always did after your weekly meetups with friends. the laughter from earlier had faded into a comfortable silence, but there was something about tonight, something in the way the silence stretched, the cool air wrapping around you both, that made chenleâs heart race for reasons he couldnât name.
he snuck a glance at you, your eyes fixed on the stars, a soft smile playing on your lips. it was then he almost said itâthose three words that bore the weight of all his feelingsâalmost.
the words were right there, tauntingly hanging on the tip of his tongue, heavy and ready to fall out, but then you began to laugh at something in the distanceâa couple setting off fireworks, sparks shooting into the skyâand the moment slipped away before he could even get hold of it.
chenle swallowed the words and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. forget it, he thought, heart sinking further with every second that passed. he wasnât ready to risk everything. not yet.
âdid you see that?â you asked, still staring above, and he can see the colorful bursts in the sky start to dance in your eyes.
a smile instinctively formed on his lips, though his chest ached with everything he couldnât find the courage to say. âyeah,â he murmured, his voice softer than usual. âbreathtaking.â
you assumed he was talking about the fireworks and flashed him a bright grin of agreement, but he was never talking about the fleeting lights in the sky to begin with.Â
ÊÉ
april 7th.
five months later, and nothing has changed.
if anything, itâs only gotten worseâthis tight feeling in his chest whenever youâre around, the way he finds himself thinking about you at odd hours of the night, replaying every moment in his head. the problem is, you have no idea. you treat him the same as alwaysâlike your best friend. like nothingâs different.
and thatâs the hardest part.
chenle taps his phone screen again, staring at the half-written text heâs been drafting under your contact for what felt like hours. heâs had a couple drinks earlier in the night with his friends, just enough to loosen the tight grip on his inhibitions, just enough to make him feel bold enough to actually type his feelings outâas incoherent as they were.
his finger hovers over the send button. he knows he should delete it, he knows heâs playing a dangerous game. one wrong move and he could ruin everythingâwhat you have, the friendship that meant more to him than anything else, but the thought to act impulsively for once lingers in his system more than it should.
what if you felt the same way? what if youâve been waiting for him to say something all this time, too?
chenle shakes his head, cursing under his breath as he deletes the message. heâs not brave enough. not tonight. instead, he flops back on his bed with a faint grunt, phone still in his grip, wondering if youâre thinking about him right now; wondering if you were wide awake, just like him, waiting for a message that will never come despite any plea.
ÊÉ
the days stretch on, and he sees you as often as everâmovie nights, study sessions, spontaneous coffee runs. it wasnât like he could have avoided you anyways. you were always together, and yet thereâs always a gap between you, a line neither of you is willing to cross.
sometimes, when he catches you laughing at one of his dumb jokes or notices the way you glance at him when you think heâs not looking, he wonders if thereâs something there. something more than friendship, something youâre both too afraid to say out loud.
but then, just as quickly, the moment fades, and the fear creeps back in.
what if i tell you the truth? what will i lose?
and soon enough, he finds himself under the serene glow of the moon yet again, the clock in his room striking midnight.
chenle stares at his phone, the same familiar ache settling in his chest like an unwelcome guest. his thumb hovers over your name in his contacts. he canât help but wonder how things would be different if he had confessed all those months ago when he first realized his silly crush, if he hadnât been so scared of what you might sayâor worse, what you wouldnât say.
the what-ifs were beginning to drive him crazy, and in a moment of reckless frustration, chenle starts typing, not bothering to overthink it this time. he hits send before he can regret it, leaving the consequences for his future self to handle in his stead. his heart pounds in his chest, and the minutes tick by in agonizing silence.
what if i ruined everything?
but then, his phone faintly buzzes, and a message flashes on the screenâone from you. he hesitates before opening it, stomach twisting like a bundle of nerves.
i was waiting for you to say something.
the breath he didnât realize he was holding escapes in a rush. it wasnât exactly a confession, not yet, but itâs enough. enough to give him hope.
and maybeâjust maybeâheâs not the only one whoâs been waiting.
#nct fluff#nct dream fluff#chenle#chenle fluff#chenle angst#chenle x reader#nct imagines#nct x reader#nct dream imagines#nct dream x reader#nct drabbles#nct dream drabbles
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Luca smut⊠thatâs the request, you pick the plot lmao
TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!! i am so obsessed with never have i ever so i just had to do this scene
Study Session
Luca Fantilli x fem! Reader
song: company - justin bieber
synopsis: y/n is lucaâs tutor, and youâve not been showing up to the past couple tutoring sessions. you and luca get in a huge argument and now you guys arenât talking. he then crawls into your window and things get crazy
warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, she/her pronouns, luca calling u âgood girlâ, high school au!
word count: 1.6k
a/n: this is based off that one scene with paxton and devi from never have i ever when he crawls into her window and kisses her. literally my favorite scene ever. iâm in love with him and luca. ALSO THE EDITS TO COMPANY WITH LUCA LIVE IN MY HEAD RENT FREE
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For the past couple days, Luca has been mad at you. The thing about Luca is that he was all beauty, no brains. He relied on his hockey abilities to score himself into college. He broke his arm while playing in a game which left him with a season ending injury.
Now he relied on your tutoring to help him get the grades for college. Even then, he couldnât seem to pay attention when it came to that kind of stuff.
When Luca came up to confront you about you flaking on your guysâ tutoring sessions, it broke out into a huge public argument in the hall. In the heat of the moment, you screamed at him which you regretted deeply.
âMaybe, you should start studying on your own,â you yelled. âIf you wanna be a good student, then be a good student! I can't hold your hand forever!â Like that, you stormed away. That single statement ruined that entire relationship you built up with him.
It looked like he took your advice however. He started getting Aâs on his projects all without your help. You felt happy to watch him succeed independently, but it made you feel uncomfortable to know that maybe he never needed you after all.
You were laying on your bed while listening to music. You felt your phone buzz against your stomach which startled you. You had your phone on âdo not disturbâ mode since you wanted some alone time without any distractions. You checked the notification and saw it was Luca texting you. You furrowed your eyebrows and read the text.
Luca
Wyd
Me
Nothing
Luca
Can u let me in?
There was then a knock at your window. Your breath got caught in your throat as you shot your head up. You saw Luca outside your window while the rain poured down on him. You quickly threw your phone to the side along with your headphones and got out of your bed.
You rushed over to the window and unlocked it. âLuca?â you whispered. âYouâre in my house?â
âYeah,â Luca said as he looked around your bedroom. âI guess so.â He looked back at you with a smile on his face. His hair was soaking wet, his clothes were drenched, and he was in your bedroom. You blinked a couple times as silence filled the air around you two. âLook, I just wanted to thank you for pushing me to be a better student. It felt good to finally do something well in school.â
He had never been hotter. He shot you a look with his bedroom eyes, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to wrap your head around everything currently happening. âSoâŠâ you started, âAre you here to study orâŠ?â
That was a great question, why was he here to begin with? Was he here to study for an exam? Was he here to apologize for the argument? Was he here⊠for you?
He simply shook his head and muttered, âNo.â You continued staring at him as he stepped closer to you. He brought his hand up to the side of your face and tucked some strands of hair behind your ear.
His touch made your body tense due to the shock. He glanced down at your lips before meeting your eyes once again. He closed the space between the two of you and kissed you.
You kissed back, your eyes fluttering close as you placed your hands on his chest. Your heart pounded faster than usual as his tongue brushed against yours. Your body was humming. You melted in his embrace and let your fingers trace patterns into his wet shirt.
This was the best feeling you ever experienced in your life. Every fiber of your body was telling you to stay right there, kissing him. You figured he was here to just study or anything else, just not this.
You pulled away and looked into his eyes. âY/N,â he husked. Your eyebrows raised as you anticipated what he would say next. âI need you.â He needed you? This stunned you even more. âCan I please treat you like youâre mine tonight?â
The way he said those words sent a thrill through you and ignited a fire inside of you. Without saying a word, you nodded your head as you stepped back toward your bed. You sat down on the mattress and looked up at him. The dim lighting created shadows across his face which made him look angelic.
With a smirk on his face, he sat next to you on the bed and pulled you close. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and peppered kisses on your neck.
His hands trailed from your hips to up underneath your shirt. A small gasp escaped your lips as his cold hands came into contact with your warm skin. His mouth returned to yours, his hands cupping your breasts that were still covered by your bra.
You let a small moan slip as the kiss went on and on, deepening. It almost hurt how much you craved his touch and how badly you wanted him. The only reason he didnât get a reaction out of you is because you were trying to keep calm, but it seemed he could sense your desire and knew what he was doing to you.
You tugged off your shirt and tossed it to the floor. Luca leaned back a bit and gazed at your body. The moonlight hits your skin perfectly making it shine and glisten. He ran his thumb along the curve of your waist, his fingertips grazing across your hip bone.
âFuck, Y/N,â he whispered as he threw off his own shirt. All of this was happening while your parents were downstairs. You felt nervous that they could hear you right now, or that they would hear you soon.
You turned your body to face him. He stared back with hooded eyes. The moonlight illuminated his handsome features in an ethereal light. Your breathing quickened with every passing second.
He teased at the strap of your shorts which was his signal for you to take them off. You did exactly that and revealed your matching pair of panties.
Luca groaned as his colored eyes examined your exposed body. You both stopped moving as he stared up at you. âAre you on the pill?â he asked softly.
Holy shit. He wanted to actually have sex with you. It was such an abrupt realization. It took you a minute to process. âOf course, I am,â you replied with a sigh.
He nodded his head, his eyes trailing down your body. âOkay, good.â He looked back into your eyes before messing with the buckle of his belt. âTake them off,â he said as he shot a glance down at your panties.
You slowly slid them off just like he said to. He nodded his head with a smirk spread on his face. âGood girl,â he rasped. âNow lay down.â
He got up from his spot on the bed which left you more room to lay. Once you settled down, he stood in front of you with a mischievous grin. He took off his boxers revealing his large erection. âFuck,â you muttered as your eyes widened.
He ignored your comment and grabbed your waist. He pulled you closer to him before aligning himself with your entrance. You looked up at the ceiling, your breaths shallow and quick.
You felt nervous. What if you ended up getting pregnant? What if you sounded weird when you moaned? What if you got caught? Your thoughts were interrupted by him inserting himself inside of you.
Your breath hitched as your back slightly arched. His movements were gentle. He pulled out of you a little before thrusting back in with one powerful motion. Your back arched again, but you relaxed as you realized what it was like. He began to move in and out of you at a steady pace, filling you completely. You felt so full and comfortable, it felt amazing.
You closed your eyes and breathed deeply as you allowed him to take care of you, to take care of you for once. Quiet moans slipped from your parted lips as he thrusted into you.
He was slow and gentle, obviously treating you like you were delicate. You could even hear him groan out of pleasure. You bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him. His eyes met yours, both of you were panting. It felt good. You werenât complaining, in fact, you loved it.
Luca began to speed up his movement as you both came together. He moaned as he held you tighter. âFuck, Y/N. Iâm gonna cum,â he groaned as he kept a steady pace.
He pumped in time with his thrusts. As he climaxed, you moaned as you came too. Once you finished, you laid there as he pulled out. You heard a loud noise coming from downstairs as you both tried to catch your breath after that unraveled in under one hour.
âUh,â you said as you sprung up. âYou need to leave, now!â You then heard your mom yelled out your name from downstairs. âUh, coming!â you shouted back as you got up. You threw on your pajamas as Luca threw on his clothes.
âThat was fun,â he smirked. âI should come over for more than just study sessions.â
You wouldâve been flustered by that comment, but you were too worried about not getting caught. âYeah, yeah! Go!â You threw your shirt on and watched as he threw on his own.
He winked as he hopped out of your window and looked back. âOne more kiss?â he asked.
You sighed, âYeah.â You placed a long, lingering kiss on his lips before pulling away. âNow leave!â
He chuckled, âIâll see you tomorrow.â You smiled softly as you shut the window and quickly rushed out of your room. You just had sex with Luca Fantilli. Holy, shit. He did need you!
#luca fantilli#luca fantilli x reader#umich hockey#smut fanfiction#luca fantilli smut#luca fantilli x y/n
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you're losing me | charles leclerc
prompt: charles has been off the past couple of weeks and all y/n wants to do is help him, but what can she do when he won't open up? it's tiring feeling alone, but it's hard to speak up. will charles finally let her in or will it be the end?
warnings: angst and sadness, but it ends up ok lol
a/n: hey guys! this is just a one part story, but i would really love some prompts. please feel free to request anything! i write for bradley bradshaw, lando norris, charles leclerc, mason mount, jake sersein, and christian pulisic. i also love using songs as inspo so pls feel free to use a song as a prompt! thanks for the support!
The past couple of weeks had been a game of if Charles would speak when he got home or not. The endless amounts of sympathy y/n gave him didnât seem to open him up. She thought that perhaps he would let himself enjoy life over the summer break, but she doesnât think he has even said four words to her. The past few days he had left early for runs, climbing out of bed and getting back into it without so much as a squeak of a floorboard. Nightly rituals between them had been forgotten.  This was only their third month⊠She thought. There were so many things left unsaid between them, things that she felt unimportant to tell him. Things she thought could be seen as coming off âtoo strong.â But she was extremely tired of feeling alone. She missed his arm around her as they watched the Monaco skies, she missed the smell of his hair after he showered, and she just missed the sound of his voice. Her clothes in his drawers dedicated to her started to feel misplaced. She felt like her presence started to feel like an intrusion. She was practically living with him, but it started to feel like she should be paying rent.Â
y/n sat on a barstool, waiting for Charles to come back from running whatever errand he hadnât told her about. Her head was in her hands as she stared lazily out the window, dark clouds were forming. Click. The door opened. She looked at him, urging him to speak. He looked at her, a quick glance before walking into their room. She heard the water start running in the shower. A tight feeling formed in her throat. How can he not see thereâs a problem? Â She placed her head in her hands and allowed herself to shed a few tears. A few minutes went by before the sound of footsteps interrupted her silence. She picked her head up. âCharlie?â She tries to get his attention. No answer. Nothing new. Sheâs not sure she even remembers what it sounds like when he says her name. A sigh leaves his mouth.
âYes?â
âWhere are you going?â She asked, just a simple question.
âOut to dinner.â He tied his shoes.Â
Please just look at me. Please just see that there is something wrong. A brief moment of silence. âSomethings not working.â She bit her nails.
âI donât understand.â He shook his head, dismissing her statement.
âI know you donât.â Her brows furrowed. This can still be fixed. Everything we built can still stand. âCharles, you havenât said four words to me since youâve gotten home. Hell, youâve barely talked to me for weeks. I donât know what to do!â
âI donât know what you're talking about.â
âYou havenât even touched me.â The room once filled with light felt cold and empty.
âDidnât know you needed that validation.â He mumbled.Â
âA hug is seen as validation? A fucking hug from someone I havenât seen or spoken to because he wonât respond whether itâs in person or over the phone!â Just pull me into a hug now, all will be forgotten. Please just hold me.Â
âI donât have time for this right now.â Disappointment.Â
âIt's now or never. Iâve given you the best I have.â Tell me what to give after that. Her voice caught. She stood, feeling vulnerable in his sweatshirt and his sweatpants. Silence again. Silence that he was not willing to break. âOkay.â She nodded. âIâll be out of here by the time you get home. I just-â She ran a hand through her hair, âI just need a bit to gather my things.â Guilt panged in her chest, the feeling of being an intruder tearing through her. She held her head high as she walked into their room, grabbing an empty box from beside the trash.Â
âY/n.â He stood in the doorframe. She willed herself to continue packing, despite her longing for his voice. âY/n.â
âEnough!â She slammed the shirt she had started folding into the box. âJust go to dinner.â
âI didnât fucking ask you to stay through anything!â He snapped. âI donât need to see you or feel your embrace every time I come home from a shitty race weekend.â
âGood because it's never happening again! You wonât ever have to see me again after tonight.â The sound of thunder caused her to flinch. Charlesâ face softened as he glanced out the window.Â
âYou canât leave tonight.â He shook his head.
âIâll do whatever I want.â She seethed. She kept her head down, making no eye contact. âYouâll do whatever you want tomorrow when the storm clears.â He stated. Y/n held her breath until she felt his presence dissolve. The sound of his footsteps led her to believe he went to his sim room. She shut the door quietly before breaking down. Her face felt burning hot as she rapidly shoved clothes into a random backpack. She frantically tried to collect herself before stepping back into the living room. She held a box in her arms as she struggled to open the apartment door. Rain poured as she sheltered under the overhang of the building. Her heart pounded, all she wanted to do was get out of his way. Y/n made a run for her car and quickly opened the trunk, shoving the box inside before slamming it closed and heading back inside. The lighting of the apartment was dark as the natural lighting was miniscule. Charles had moved to the couch, a solemn look in his eyes as he scrolled on his phone. He glanced up to see y/n drenched in rain. âMon coeurâŠâ He watched her as she ignored him and kept walking back to their room. He followed her, attempting to talk, but was quickly denied as she reached their bathroom and quickly locked the door.Â
Y/n peeled off the wet clothes and glanced at herself in the mirror. A quick rush of feeling came back to her as she let out a sob, steadying herself on the sink counter. The coldness of the rain washed off of her as she bathed in the warmth of the shower, although the tears never ceased to flow. How does she pick up her life after this? The relationship was so public, that doesnât just fizzle out.Â
She walked into the bedroom, towel wrapped around her. Charles was sitting at the foot of the bed, feet planted, head in hands. She quietly grabbed her undergarments, a shirt, and a pair of sleep shorts from the bag she had packed earlier and retreated back into the bathroom. She never did that. Charles thought. She never hid herself away instead of doing something so intimate as changing her clothes in front of him. She changed in the bathroom and washed her face. Y/n opened the bathroom door slowly and noticed Charles in the same position. âIâm so embarrassed.â He spoke.Â
âNow you talkâŠâ She whispered.Â
âIâm so fucking emberassed with myself I canât stand it.â He held the end of the sleeves of his sweater in his hands. âI know I donât deserve you and I know Iâve treated you horribly. Thereâs no excuse.â He kept his composure. âMy team is just so-so aggravating and for a while I viewed you as my escape from all that, but the more interested in me you got and the more you wanted to know the more I grew embarrassed. Iâm embarrassed with my performance in the car and Iâm embarrassed for you to see that Iâm undeserving of you. I never wanted to tear you down with me though.â
Her mouth opened to speak, but her body moved first. She sat down next to him and pulled him into a hug.Â
âIâm sorry.â He whispered.
âMe too.â She kissed the side of his face.
âI love you.â He brushed the wet hair off of her face. âAnd I really donât want you to leave.â
#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc fanfic#charles leclerc fic#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#f1
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LB my dear dear! I have devoured all yours and MB's ao3 works till date â€ïžđ€ and I am feeling pathetically ravenous for more đ« . Although my question is- since I have seen people asking you for suggestions as to which blog and which writer to look to for more feysand/elucien content I would like to request the same only and only if you are comfortable and have the time for this pressing request. And thank you even if you couldn't for some reason im only scared since you are busy and wouldnt want to burden you with such an exigent task. . I'm sorry to bother you That would be it đ„ș đđ
You want blog suggestions for Elucien/Feysand authors? And you think you're bothering me??? Anon, this happens to be my exact area of exertise and there is nothing love more than hyping up my friends!
To kick us off my lovely friend @velidewrites is an extraordinarily talented writer and artist, and also just an all-around ray of sunshine whose blog I cannot recommend enough.
There's also @writtenonreceipts who's every work is literal potery. Pick any of her stroies and you will come undone.
@belabellissima has a beautiful Feysand/Elucien series called the State of Grace and is also one of my favorite people đ„șđ
@azrielshadowssing also regularly feeds us with delciioiusly sinful Feysand and Elucien stories đ„° hehehe definitely read the tags though!
Among a host of other incredible fics, @damedechance has an onlyfans series that will make you feral - Playgirl (Elucien) and darling.exe (Feysand) đđ Come back to me once you finish losing your mind
@xtaketwox and @itsthedoodle come as Feysand/Elucien pair hehe. @xtaketwox has treated us to lots of goodies, but I wanted to highlight her modern soulmate AU which has a dedicated work for Feysand, Elucien, and Nessian! @itsthedoodle has written so many beautiful feysand oneshots and is the sweetest, most unhinged person you'll ever have the pleasure of knowing.
@asnowfern is so talented and writes for a lot of different pairings, including Feysand and Elucien! Right now she's working on a stunning Feysand AU inspired by a chinese legend called Till Forever Falls Apart
if you're a fan of next-gen, @areyoudreaminof has lots of adorable fics and headcanons centering around Elucien and Feysand as parents!
@witch-and-her-witcher again writes for many couples, including Feysand and Elucien! She recently wrote a Feysand and Nyx oneshot, The Little Tiger, that completely fractured my heart and put it back together.
@thegloweringcastle is another extremely talented writer who has a wealth of feysand and elucien fics! One I really love is the The Law of the Land which is a Feysand western AU with background Elucien đ€
@darling-archeron has been in this fandom since 2016 and in that time has blessed us with so much wonderful Feysand and Elucien content!! (One day you really need to sit us all down and tell us the fandom lore we all missed out on from the acomaf/acowar releases đ)
@iambutmortal has a lot of delicious Feysand and Elucien stories! For Elucienweek last year she wrote a really addicting story called The Honeymooners
@labellefleur-sauvage has written so many incredible Elucien fics! As well as a very delicious monster!Feyre fic called Meet Me In the Woods hehehe đ
@foundress0fnothing always blows me away with her writing. For Elucienweek last year she wrote an Elucien sex cult fic titled Both Forever and Rather Die that lives in my head rent free.
@howlingcaptaincommando is working on a really amazing pirate AU, Never Shall I Die, centering around Elucien, Nessian, and Feysand!
@vulpes-fennec has so many lovely stories, including her Prythian Fantasia WIP which centers on the Archeron sisters and their mates đ
@popjunkie42 has yet to dip her toes into writing Elucien but maybe one day we can convince her đđ That said she has so many amazing Feysand works such as Hate Me Instead and her current WIP Blossoming In Winter.
Likewise my dearest friend @wilde-knight has only written Elucien and Nessian, but I can't recommend her works and blog enough!! She's working on an amazing Princess Bride AU called Burnished Gold
@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship is a die-hard Feysand, Elucien, Gwynriel, and Nessian! Currently they're working on a Feysand fic Five Minutes to Midnight which also features background Elucien!
@octobers-veryown creates so many wonderful moodboards for variuos ships and characters! I cannot recommend following them enoughđ
And finally @rosanna-writer, @reverie-tales, @thesistersarcheron, and @starfall-spirit are my multishipping queens đ„° On their blogs you'll find wonderful content for Feysand, Elriel, Elucien, and other ships as well!
#Oh god if I'm missing someone I'm so sorry#I got distracted so many times while making this#And now I'm just ready to yeet this task into the sun lmaooo#fic recs#elucien fic#feysand fic#elucien#feysand
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Dances to Bauhaus Ascended Astarion picking up a couple of other 'brides' along the way has been living rent free in my head... Some NSFW my slimesđ also I made up a LOT of shit I don't know my DnD m'kay
Imagine it, you are his consort, his undying love, his... Most treasured property. But you're becoming a little unruly for his tastes.
So long being with the same man whose mind is turning to ash before you has proven to be difficult. Your relationship is toxic. It's like he doesn't remember who you are. You're just 'his consort.'
Of course, you become defiant. Small things at first, like denying him kisses, refusing to sit on his lap in front of his court...
This dynamic is cute at first. He spends time chasing you.
It works for a while. Vampire brides are known to be tossed aside by their masters, eventually - Due to their insatiable, nymphomatic lust and utter devotion to the point of irritation. Basically, many are discarded by their masters when they are no longer 'fun' to deal with. I fully made this up lmao wtf... Astarion promised this wouldn't be so between the pair of you when you allowed him to turn you. How time changes a person.
His arrogant behaviour becomes so repulsive, you start declining his more serious advances - to prove a point. He wants to control you fully - But that isn't going to happen. He would not dare discard you, not the person who was by his side all these years. There is a level of obedience you are willing to show, since you are so devoted to him, but you will not be controlled like a porcelain dolly.
You're so old now you often forget what you're fighting about... Until he comes home one day with that THING. It's younger than you. So obedient, like a little lapdog. He demands their kisses all day, in front of you. This creature disgusts you and he is only doing himself absolutely dirty.
"Yes milord. No milord. Of course, milord." It's incessant whining for your husband whilst he fawns over it as it rests on it's knees makes your skin crawl.
This dynamic starts off as a bit of a competition, but once he recruits another one - it's on sight.
"Be more like your sister(s)/brother(s)..." Astarion tells you with that wicked smirk. They are no sibling of yours. They are your prey, and he can look forward to waking up to a severed head on his silken bed if he dares to take things further.
It is actually a long time before any sort of sexual intimacy is even introduced. But after being denied your body three nights and four mornings in a row, Astarion is fed up. The horny howling of that brat makes you seethe. He already ruined you for anybody else. How dare he go and besmirch another when you were already his to begin with.
This is only a temporary fix, however, since you are his favourite. The sex is nowhere near as good or as passionate as it is with you. He can't achieve absolute bliss like he does with you, and this new toy is fun until it wants cuddles... No. That's reserved specifically for the consortâąïž
He is not actually satisfied. He loves you, whether he cares to admit it or not. Unfortunately, the way your relationship appears is totally skewed, due to his inability to separate obsession from love and the total resentment you have grown into.
These other brides are merely toys. He will eventually grow tired of them. They serve one purpose. You do not. You are his dark consort. You get away with things they could only dream of.
When you do agree to sleep with him again, on your terms of course, you are sure to be as public as possible. You want the entire palace to know how you make him feel. Only you get those delicious moans out of him, his complete spend, his dangerous cravings for more. Best believe when he's balls deep in those brides - He's seeing your face.
The other brides look at you in absolute awe. Who is this beautiful holy being before them?
Astarion cannot be more pleased when you agree to intimacy again. Whilst he would love nothing more than to fuck you all day, he finds himself compromising - if it means he can keep his sweet consort.
However, when he acquires a third bride, this is when your murderous tendencies begin. You want to attract his attention, but you want to do it in front of the other brides. Killing his subjects, disobeying him and escaping punishment in front of those sorry excuses for playthings... Silly little things, but you begin to take enjoyment in killing after a while.
The other brides kneel and worship him, begging him not to take out his displeasure on them as you sit scowling on his lap. Astarion is becoming absolutely vexed by this behaviour. All he desired was for his consort to sit on his lap and accept some affection - So why are his lips kissing you so greedily all over your face and lips to receive nothing in return? The vampire growls lowly when your mouth doesn't move in reaction to his.
"Misery doesn't suit that pretty face of yours, my dear..." he snarls. There is still no reaction when he bites the fatty part of your lower lip, drawing blood... No moaning when he kisses your neck exactly how you like it. Not even pathetic namecalling or fighting back as he marks you. Just plain, spiteful silence.
The brides look on in disgust. Had one of them done that, he would have had them flogged. Punished in the worst way possible. When you notice their distaste for the situation, a grin blooms on your lips. Justice.
"Leave us," is the next command from his lips. Oh. It seems he wants to deal with you in private. His pets file out, huddling at the door to listen.
How they gasp and look between themselves in horror when you receive a chance to redeem yourself. On your knees, gazing up at him, caressing his thighs as you tell him, "you know that I would do anything for you, darling..."
Manipulating Astarion in these sorts of situations is surprisingly easy. He's whipped.
One thing that never fails to get him instahard is watching your mischief. (Usually.)
You had been feeling rather generous today, finding yourself sat on his desk as his mouth explored your other pair of lips beneath your skirts/your length beneath his cape. A scout comes running in, failing to knock first. The lustful visage on your face being seen was no bother to you - but something isn't right when Astarion merely lets it slide. What is he doing? Pathetic.
Disappearing into thin air, you reappear behind the spawn, frightening him out of his skin. In your hand is Astarion's dagger, from the belt of his own trousers.
Little minx. When did you pinch that?
"What is your name, darling?" you coo, a playful grin on your features as you circle him hungrily.
"E-Edgar... Milady/Milord..." is the reply.
"There's no need to be frightened of me." There is every reason. You're like death on legs. Astarion rolls his eyes, asking you to leave the poor thing alone. He was told earlier to come and report at this time - you were serving as a distraction.
Nonsense, you think. In one swift motion, the dagger is against the spawns throat from behind.
"Edgar, darling. Tell my husband why I should spare your life... Beg for it."
He babbles and bitches, struggling to come up with excuses beyond sheer foolishness. They're all so frightened of you. It's intoxicating. The way you can clear a room with just a look. How you can influence others to just get things done.
Of course, your man asks you once again to let go, let him be for god's sake. Y/N you're scaring the bitches
With a quick slice, scarlet blood paints the floor and your body, dressed in white. This poor spawn is holding his throat with dismay. He'll be fine. If not a little traumatised.
Licking the blood from the dagger, you can't help but bite your lip with a grin, offering the other side to your husband. This will remind him why he keeps you.
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