#to ''i've got to break this beautiful fool out''

[gguk-n]

Safe Haven (Carlos Sainz x Reader)

Thank you for the 200 followers. I'm having a lot of fun writing. Hope you guys enjoy this celebration post!!

Summary- Meeting Carlos was the best thing to happen to you.

{Reader's POV}

Ever since Carlos and I had gone public with our relationship; all the people I had avoided informing of our relationship had found out from the news. It was hard to miss when the world like to talk about who the girl was hanging on to one of the hottest F1 driver was.

The one person I had avoided telling about my relationship with Carlos the most was my own mother. Our relationship was always a tough one; she never could accept my choices or decisions. I've lost a lot of partners because of her. Either she would convince me or them that we weren't meant to be; and the next day I was crying on the bathroom floor.

I met Carlos after a particularly bad break up where the guy cheated on me because my mother said I was cheating on him and he should get me back. I really loved him but I felt like the stars had aligned when I met Carlos at the Real Madrid match I was dragged to by my roommate who was tired of watching me mope. The match wasn't very memorable but the guy I was sat next to was. I didn't know he was some formula one driver; all I knew was he was some hot Spanish guy who's voice made a shiver run down my spine. We exchanged numbers at the end of the night and stayed in touch for a while before we could meet up for a date. The date was beautiful and magical just like the fairytales.

We'd been dating for almost 2 years when I finally agreed to go to one of his races. I had moved out from the town that held me back and far far away from my mother. I felt like I was invincible at this point. I guess I forgot what she was capable of. The moment my face was plastered all over the news, my phone wouldn't stop ringing. I was scared. Carlos didn't know the extent of my hurt and why I avoided my mother.

Until a few days after the race, Carlos was out cycling with his friends and I was busy making cookies when I heard the door ring. Thinking it was Carlos, I opened the door; only to be met with the one person I was trying to run away from. "What are you doing here?" I asked, a tremble in my voice. "I heard you got yourself a rich and famous boyfriend. Won't you introduce me to him?" she asked while trying to look behind me. I tried to close the door but she was strong and walked right in. "Can't believe you actually found someone, gullible enough" she sneered taking the whole house in. My hands were shaking and there was a lump in my throat. "The house is big and looks expensive. You must be giving him a good reason to keep you around." she jeered. "Can you leave?" I asked, unsure of anything. "I could but then I wouldn't get to meet this boyfriend of yours, now would I" she replied taking a seat on the couch.

"Why are you here?" I asked, finally finding some strength. "Isn't it obvious? You got rich and famous and forgot your poor old mother who raised you?" she said solemnly. If I didn't know better, I would've been fooled. She leaned back on the sofa, "Come sit darling. It's your house after all" she said, patting the space next to her. I quietly took my place on the sofa next to hers. "I'm hurt. I see you after years and this is the kind of welcome I get" she sighed. "What do you want, now?" I asked more boldly. "I don't get what he sees in you" she started avoiding my question. "You're not pretty or petite like those models, or have money or fame that you can offer. Must be the sex. Am I right?" she asked. I was disgusted at what she said. "Good thing you learned how to please a man. The previous one had to find solace in another woman's arms because of you" she tsked. "He wouldn't have, if you hadn't lied" I spat. "I was only looking out for him" she smiled. "Carlos won't want you around once I'm done talking" she smirked. "He's different, he loves me." I cried out. "Oh dear, all men are the same. They'll leave for a better thing any day." she replied.

As if on queue, I heard the door open and Carlos called out, "Carino, I'm back and I have your favourite cheesecake from that shop you love." I sat there with bated breath. The moment he came in view, I quickly strode towards him. He had placed the cake in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around me, giving me a quick peck. I turned towards my mother and introduced him to her. "Babe, this is my mother. Mom, this is my boyfriend, Carlos." I said. Carlos sensed my unease with my posture to the way I was shaking slightly. He placed a hand on the small of my back and raised his hand to shake my mother's. "Nice to meet. Mrs Y/L/N. I've heard so much about you" he said. "Sadly, I haven't. You'd think that after you grow, birth and raise a child they'd care about you at least. But she left me to rot" she fake cried; the crocodile tears ready to fall. My heart was beating out of my chest. I felt weak and a part of me was scared that what if he listened to my mother and then what. "Mom, you should go, we have somewhere to be." I said, standing my ground. "What a shame? I was hoping to have lunch with you. Carlos, sweetheart, if she ever troubles you; give her a good beating, she's quite docile. I've let her loose and look at the trouble she is causing us both." she said, shaking her head. I felt like throwing up. Carlos was shocked, "Why would I hit her?" he asked. "It's ok darling, all righteous men hit their wives to keep them in line. I mean if you'll make this whore your wife that is" she snickered. "Y/N isn't a whore and I do plan on making her my wife" he replied disgusted at what my mother said.

"I would like it if you would stop disrespecting my girlfriend and leave right now." he asked politely. "Where would the fun be, if I left?" she asked. "Please leave before I call the police" he said sternly. I was shaking violently at this point, all those memories, resurfacing. Thankfully Carlos was able to get her to leave. When he came back after locking the door, I crashed in his arms. "Are you ok, hermosa?" he whispered. I started to cry, "Please don't leave me. I don't know what I'll do without you. I love you so much" I cried out in one breath, holding his shirt tightly. "I will never leave you, hermosa" he replied now carrying me to the sofa. We sat down in each others embrace while I cried my heart out. His shirt wet from all the sweat and my tears.

After I had calmed down, "I didn't know it was this bad" he whispered. "She's the reason my last boyfriend cheated on me" I mumbled. "Well, he was stupid. Good he left. That way I found you." he said while smiling. I finally smiled at him for the first time since my mother came. "Don't listen to anything she says. She doesn't know me, she doesn't know us. I love you so much and I would never let anything happen to you" he comforted. I gave him a hug, burying my face in his neck. He placed me on the sofa before getting up to go to our room. I thought he was going to get changed but instead he came back with something in his hand. "I had elaborate plans that my sisters were helping me in. But this is a better time then any." He said, while getting on one knee. My hands were on my mouth. "I love you since the day I first saw you at the Real Madrid match. I'm so happy that we were sat next to each other. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you do me the honour by marrying me?" he stated. "Yes" I croaked out, giving him my left hand. He got up and kissed me. "I'll make sure no one can hurt you ever again. Not even your mother" he said giving me a kiss again. I smiled into the kiss wrapping my arms around him, knowing I was finally safe. "My sisters are gonna kill me, I asked them to plan such an elaborate proposal" he laughed. "I think they'll understand" I said, smiling at him. "Yeah, they love you more than they love me anyways" he chuckled. I was happy I thought while looking at the ring on my finger.

[lenacosse]

Sirius x Reader fucking while being in the big bathtub at the prefects bathroom

Prefects bathroom

pairing: sirius black x female reader

cw: smut, choking

word count: 1,496

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You walk into the prefects bathroom and you are instantly blown away, the bathroom was glistening. It's beauty is frankly captivating, the high ceilings and cool marble tiles make you feel like you've stepped into undeserving luxury. You probably should have felt bad considering you were breaking the rules and doing something you definitely shouldn't be doing but that didn't bother you at all. See you had been back at school for two weeks now, and you haven't had a chance to be alone with your boyfriend Sirius since last term. And since you had access to this bathroom the opportunity was practically thrown in front of your face. Plus you had put together a fool proof plan, in Sirius' pocket you slipped in a riddle that leads him to the library, you paid a first year to give him the next note which is full of clues to lead him to your favourite book- this was the easiest clue considering you never stopped talking about the book in question. Once he gets the book there's a scrambled message which will tell him where to go, alongside the bathroom's password.

You smirked to yourself as you filled the tub, the thought of Sirius racking his mind trying to figure the clues out was extremely entertaining to you. You also couldn't wait to see his face when he realises what is in store for him. Once you were satisfied with the temperature and depth of the bath you start undressing. You leave Sirius a trail from the door to the bathtub, first your jumper at the door, then your jeans, then your bra and finally right in front of the bath your underwear.

You slip inside the tub, a soft moan escapes your mouth as you sink deeper into the soothing water. You lean back against the ledge your elbows out of the water and resting on the titles. You just take in the moment whilst you wait for Sirius, you knew he wouldn't take that long, he was efficient when he wanted to be and this was definitely one of those instances. Just as you suspected the bathroom doors opened, you couldn't control the excited grin that overrode your face. From where you sat you could see him perfectly but he couldn't see you, you watched his priceless reaction as he noticed your clothes. You could see his face heating up and his eyes becoming more alert.

"(Y/N)?" Sirius called out, he followed the trail of clothes and his eyes fell upon you. "Caught." He smirked.

"Well done, I wasn't sure if you'd find me," You teased, you blushed as his eyes drank in the sight of you, you could practically see him getting hard.

"It was easy,"

You rolled your eyes and he just chuckled. You hum contently and raise an eyebrow at him. "Well? Are you going to continue to stand there gawking or are you coming in?"

Sirius just grins and slowly undresses, attempting to tease you- you hated to admit it was working. You bit your lip when his biceps flexed as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his lightly toned body. But it was him taking off his trousers and boxers that got you squeezing your thighs together, his very hard cock desperately sprang out of his boxers hitting his stomach, you didn't realise you were staring until Sirius spoke.

"Like what you see?" He teased, he slowly made his way into the water.

"Something like that," you winked.

He made his way over to you and stroked your cheek with his thumb, you melted into his touch and smiled up at him, he leaned down and kissed you softly. You felt a blush on your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

"I've missed this," Sirius said, his other hand made its way down your body, caressing your thighs.

You nodded in response and attached your lips to his jaw, you kissed softly around his jaw and made your way down his neck, settling to give him a hickey. He groaned as you bit lightly on the spot, you pulled back and he kissed you again. This time it was rougher and more wanting, his hand went in between your thighs and teased at your clit, you whined into the kiss, becoming more desperate by the second. You put a hand into his hair, pulling on it as he rubbed your clit. You pulled back from the kiss.

"Please," you begged, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand to your entrance. Sirius smirked and slid two fingers inside of you, ever so slightly spreading you out. You watched as he asserted dominance, you would be lying if you said you didn't love every second of it, the way he looked at you, and especially the feeling of being all his.

You moaned as his fingers curled to hit the right spot, it had been so long since you and Sirius had done this which in turn made you needy. You felt the coil building in your abdomen already, Sirius could tell and went faster, you threw your head back in pleasure, this only increased as he took your nipple into his mouth, the sensitivity of your nipple had you crying out. You felt your release fast approaching, just as you were about to hit that peak he pulled his fingers out. You groaned and looked at him, your expression unamused.

"Why'd you stop?"

Sirius put his finger to your lip and kissed at your neck. "Just relax."

You sighed and done as he said. You pulled him down and wrapped your legs around his waist. He kissed you again, it was rough and intense, he slid his tongue into your mouth and you both made out as if it was the last time you'd get to do it. Sirius wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing down slightly. He pulled back from the kiss and went to your ear.

“Want me to fuck you now?” He rubbed his tip at your entrance, making you gasp. You nodded eagerly and he just tutted in response, applying more pressure to your throat, your stomach was doing flips at this and your need for him inside you was getting stronger. “Use your words darling.”

“Yes, fuck me.” You whine, gripping onto his shoulders.

He releases some of the pressure off your throat and slides into you, a soft moan leaves your lips as he fills you up perfectly. Your eyes fluttered in pleasure as he increased his pace, it wasn’t long until he was pounded relentlessly into you, making your toes curl. He briefly pulled out to flip you onto your stomach, you put your arm on the edge of the bath to rest your head on as you moaned out in pleasure. He raised your ass and gripped it, the new position sent him further down you and hitting all those spots even better, you rolled your hips along with his movements. The sensation was making your pleasure build and build.

“Feels so good.” You moan.

Sirius kisses at your neck in response, you can hear his moans which only makes this hotter. The sound of you both was sound loud you were convinced that anyone passing could hear, but frankly you didn’t care. The coil in your stomach was rapidly tightening as you felt yourself get closer. Sirius felt it too and so went harder, he was going so fast your body jolted forward with each thrust. Soon enough the pleasure maximised and you came over him, you moaned out loudly, the sound echoing throughout the bathroom.

“Such a slut for me, aren’t you?” Sirius growled in your ear. You nodded in response, he just smirked and gripped your hair.

He didn’t slow down, in fact he went even faster. You were surprised at how aggressive he was being, but it was hot as fuck so you didn’t mind one bit. You legs started to shake as the pleasure quickly grew again, you were biting your lip to contain your sounds, you truly were in a sense of complete euphoria. Sirius’ movements got sloppier and you knew he was getting closer, to make you finish again he started to rub your clit. The overstimulation had tears streaming out of your eyes and your fists curled in balls, you were basically screaming as you hit that second high. He came with you, filling you up and painting you white. Slowly he pulled out and turned you back around, gently.

“You good?” He asked, moving your hair out of your face and wiping your tears.

“So good,” you breathlessly respond.

Sirius just kisses you softly and you sit together, he puts an arm around you and you nuzzle up into his side. Your legs were calming down and you felt complete contentment.

“We’re doing that again sometime.” Sirius smirks, kissing your head.

“Oh, absolutely.” You wink.

[savannahsdeath]

heyyy could u write something where like reader is about to shower but starts to get really insecure and kinda has a breakdown, BUT ellie reassures her. (pls also give reader stretch marks bc i've been so insecure abt mine lately and i have them literally everywhere. thighs, hips, even on my boobs lol) <3

ELLIE WILLIAMS X INSECURE!READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! but tbh its minors safe this time i think ??

writers note: just a reminder youre all beautiful no matter what!! beauty standards or wtv was it called are something we shouldnt base our life on but we sadly do. self love is the key to happiness and dont let other people ruin it!!🩷🩷and to our lovely anon, you dont need to worry about stretch marks. trust me, most of people dont even pay attention to them! its nothing 'special in a bad way'. i lately got some too, right before my holidays and theyre sooo visible through my summer clothes but its something you can get used to be comfortable with. please, anon, dont think less of yourself because of them nor any other insecurities. and this comes to everyone!!💞

it was already late so you were getting ready to take a shower to not waste any more time. you put your clothes on a nearby shelf. you stood in front of the mirror in your underwear only, looking for anything that could be possibly pointed out, like you didn't have enough insecurities already. feeling rather self-conscious, you were examining your reflection for any flaws or imperfections. every detail of your body was being inspected up-close, from the lines on your stomach, to the size of your thighs, to the shape of your shoulders and face. your eyes were scanning every inch of you, seeking any signs of something you could hate, even if others wouldn't notice them. you couldn't help but wonder if the things you were stressing over were even worth worrying about, or if you were just creating problems where they didn't exist.

either way, you couldn't help but hate them. and since you mostly focused on bad things and you didn't see your advantages - you hated yourself. in your eyes your whole body could change. or even should change.

the more you stared at yourself in the mirror, picking apart every little thing, the more you hated what you saw. it felt like nothing was good enough, like every little imperfection needed to be changed or worked on. you felt like you could never measure up to this impossible standard, like your entire body was inadequate. the insecurities were eating away at you, gnawing away until any confidence or self-love you might've had was gone.

that was the moment your eyes beginned to get glossy. you didn't cry though, oh, no. you hated the way you look when you cry, just like everything else, so you tried your best to hold back tears. the floodgates were beginning to open, but you held them back with everything you had. you despised the way you looked when you cried: the tears down your cheeks, your puffy eyes, all those disgusting, revolting imperfections. as much as you hated your flaws, you despised your crying face even more. you would never let anyone see you like that, never.

suddenly, your girlfriend and roommate in one, knocked on the door. "everything okay in there?"

she must notice you're taking your time instead of simply taking a shower already.

you stayed silent, knowing if you try to open your mouth you couldn't control what comes from them. you'd probably break down and the thick door won't be enough to mute your pathetic sobs.

you didn't want to answer, but then again, you knew if you stayed quiet, your girlfriend would eventually come in and check on you. you had to keep yourself together. you couldn't fall apart right in front of her like that.

you let out a shaky breath and replied, "yeah, everything's fine." you could feel your voice cracking with each word, but you were determined not to let her see you in such a sorry state.

what if she sees me the way i see myself?

your girlfriend wasn't fooled by your shaky reply. even if you denied it, she knew something was wrong. she heard the emotion in your voice and could sense the struggle to keep yourself together. without another word, she opened the door and walked in.

"what's wrong, pretty girl?" she asked when she didn't saw your glossy eyes yet.

you, on the other hand, couldn't control yourself anymore. the nickname 'pretty girl' hit you instantly, thinking you're anything but pretty.

pretty.

girl.

those two words hit you harder than a punch to the gut, evoking a strong reaction that you tried to mask. you took a deep breath to steady your voice so that you didn't break, but it was impossible to sound completely calm when you felt so much pain just from those two words.

"nothing." you muttered quietly, but your voice sounded more like a choke than a word.

she hugged you from behind, looking in the same, unlucky mirror. her hands softly touched the scretch marks on your hips as she hold onto them, gently rocking you back and forth.

you wanted nothing more than to reject this hug and flee from your own reflection in the mirror, but you were too weak to pull away.

"nothing?" she asked gently, planting little kisses from your neck to shoulders.

you felt a wave of shame and embarrassment wash over you as your girlfriend's touch revealed the marks on your hips. she immediately spotted them and caressed them with her soft hands.

it all felt too much. you were fighting so hard to hold yourself together, but when she touched you, it all came crashing down. the tears finally escaped and you began to sob, clinging onto her tightly as you broke down. "no... not nothing..."

she held you close, feeling your warmth as her arms wrapped around you and her hands comforted your pain. she rubbed your back and kissed your neck as she tried to soothe you. "shh, come here, it's okay..." she whispered gently.

she led you over to the bed and laid you down. she carefully took off her shirt, leaving on only her bra and boxers, then laid down with you, hugging you tightly. she kissed your neck, your face, brushed your hair back, caressed your body, your stretch marks, your insecurities (at least the ones she knew about), anything to try and comfort you. she whispered words of reassurance and love as she tried to fill you with the affection you felt you lacked. "i love you, my pretty girl... i love you." she repeated those words again and again, hoping you'd believe that someone could love you, and that someone was her.

ellie continued to hold you tightly as you cried into her. your tears soaked into her bra, but she didn't mind; you'd done that many times before. she rubbed your back in soothing circles as she let you let it all out, and she made small shushing noises in your ear. your sobs turned into whimpers and then into a soft murmur, and as your emotions died down, she gently wiped away the tears, replacing them with kisses.

as she noticed you calmed down she slightly pulled away to get a better look at you. "can you tell me what's wrong now?"

"i... it's just..." you started, and your voice broke as you tried to find the words. your girlfriend gave you her undivided attention, focusing on you and only you. "i- i don't feel pretty... i don't feel good enough... i don't feel... enough."

with her eyes looking deep into yours, you couldn't help but be vulnerable as you opened up to her. your insecurities and flaws, the things you tried so hard to hide, were all laid bare in front of her now.

a pang of guilt hit you in that moment.

what am i doing?

ellie was so sweet and loving, and you felt like you were just taking advantage of her kindness. like you're just an attention seeker.

but before you could say anything, she pressed a finger to your lips.

"no. shut your mouth." she said sternly, and you couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "that's not true. i don't wanna hear it, not another word." she leaned in and pressed her soft lips to yours.

you found yourself sitting on her lap, as she stroked your hair, whispering something or kissing you from time to time. you told her all about it, about what and how you feel. and she listened.

you were so lost in your emotional story you didn't even notice the way she slowly took off her rings - one by one, and placed them on a bedside shelf.

[mastermindmiko]

Poor Mrs Norris

Pairing: Fred Weasley + reader

Word count: 834

Summary: You plan out a prank with Fred and George

Warnings: pranks, hexing, kissing that's all, but lmk if there's anything else

Requests are open

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

At first I thought it was endearing, and sweet. The way he would make sure that I'm feeling well, ate enough and that I am enjoying myself. Now, it's been bringing a bubbly sensation in my stomach that I can't get rid off.

"If we go to Flich's office, we can kidnap Mrs Norris and then-"

"Bold of you to assume that Mrs Norris can be kidnapped she's one feisty cat." I shake my head disapprovingly at Fred's plan, knowing that the cat would scratch his hand enough before she's a meters distance away from him. Fred flirts, "Just like you."

He sends me a wink, and if there were a month ago, merlin, even a few days ago I would have rolled my eyes and continued on with my day, but now, the stupid fluttery, bubbly feeling is back. George says, "We'll just hex her from where she's at."

"How will we get filch away from her long enough to do the hex?" Fred continues, eager to make this prank amazing, hilarious and fool proof. I suggest, "One of you can set up a dungbomb to make Filch notice, and while he's too bust running to catch you, I can hex Mrs Norris."

Poor Mrs Norris, I didn't actually want to hex her, she's a pretty nice cat if you ignore the whole scratching and violent thing she has going on. Luckily, the hex won't hurt her or anything, it'll only last a few hours at most.

"I can do it, since I'm the fastest runner." George says, and Fred looks at his brother like he's grown two heads. Fred counters, "I am the fastest runner."

"No, I am-"

"It really doesn't matter who is faster as long as Filch doesn't catch you." I say, looking between the two bickering boys disapprovingly, but finding Fred's pout adorable.

I think I spend too much time gazing at Fred's beauty because next thing I know he's looking at me with a smug grin then he teases, "You're staring."

"I am not."

"I understand that I'm completely irresistible, but love, you can hide it a bit better than that." Fred continues to tease me, and I roll my eyes, standing up, hoping that he doesn't notice the blush on my face.

"George, you've got the bombs?" I ask, and George stands up waving them. Fred stands up too and I say, "Let's do this then."

George nods his head then leaves the room already making his way to the far side of the corridor a few feet away from where Filch's office is located.

I hide behind one of the pillars and wait until I hear the sound of the bombs exploding then see Filch leaving the room. I wait patiently, but then I feel a hand wrapping around my waist.

I look up to see Fred waiting behind me, eyes trained to the door. I gasp and remove his hand, taking a step back. I say, "What are you doing here?"

"Pranking Filch with you, genius." Fred says, smiling at me, and my face heats again. This crush was getting out of hand, of course he was pranking Filch with me. He looks back at the door and I look at him.

I wonder how anyone could not be able to differentiate between Fred and George. They were identical twins, but there were so many differences. Fred's face was rounder, and he has that adorable freckle on his neck, and that cute-

"You're staring again." Fred says, catching me in the middle of looking at the tiny freckle about his top lip. I turn redder, but don't break the eye contact. I blink a few times, and maybe I've Imagined it, but I see Fred looking at my lips.

It was a spur of the moment thing, I don't even think about it because I know that if I do I'll find a million reasons not to do this. I step up on my tiptoes and kiss him. He reciprocates the kiss before I even realize what I was doing.

He wraps his arms around me and I toy with the hairs on the nape of his neck. He presses me against the pillar and we kiss for what feels like the perfect equivalent of both a second and an eternity.

We hear footsteps approaching and we part. George comes jogging towards us and he has a bit of sweat on his forehead. He's grinning wildly in anticipation. He asks, "Did you do it?"

I didn't even hear the bomb exploding or Filch running after George, so we definitely didn't hex Mrs Norris. I bite my lip sheepishly and Fred answers, "No, we didn't."

"Why not?" George pouts and then he looks confused. He looks at Fred and I, and I feel myself blush. I notice Fred's ears turning pink too. George rambles, "Why are you blushing? And why is your lipstick smudged? And-"

George gasps, and that's the day Fred Weasley became my boyfriend.

[sluttysnowangel666]

Chapters 10, 11, & 12 of The Song of Blackwoods & Brackens

cw: smut, cursing, violence, vomiting

This story is written BY ME and I do not consent or give permission to it being posted or translated anywhere else. thank you for supporting your writers <3

find the other chapters here

Chapter 10: Shame, Shame, Shame

19 days before the battle of the burning mill

𐂃 𐂃 𐂃 𐂃

It had been days since I'd seen Benjicot.

The ache in my heart had not let up. I was so ashamed at how much of a fool I made of myself, and I felt as though I could no longer keep up the lie. But, each day I continued to go without seeing him was another day it felt as though my heart was going to shatter. I could not help the tears that began to stain my pillow every night.

After the incident at the brothel, I refused to return to the court yard along the border, instead training with Bracken men.

I also used the extra time to do duties a lord would do. Thankfully, Stone Henge did not have many. There were no council meetings to sit in on since my brother and uncle were gone, I did not need to clean as we had servants to do that, and I was not particularly keen on reading Bracken lineage. I had spent the last week lying around, thinking only of Benjicot and the night at the brothel.

Later in the day, I received word from my uncle who was only less than a week away from reaching King's Landing.

Dearest niece,

I will be arriving in King's Landing in less than half a fortnight. You are to still be preparing for your leave to Casterly Rock. Your brother will return immediately following our meeting with His Grace. When your brother arrives back to Stone Henge, go to Casterly Rock at once.

Uncle

Very short and sweet.

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While I had been able to avoid Benjicot by hiding inside Bracken territory, I would no longer be able to during my border patrol.

The boy doing it prior had stepped into a divot along the stones and broke his ankle, when no other men volunteered to take his place, I had no choice but to step up.

I started my patrol in the early morning, usually around what time I trained with Benjicot. It was very early dawn, the sun not even peaking out the horizon. The sky was a deep, but not navy shade of blue. It was that time when it is most beautiful, most calm, most eerie. The birds quietly began to chirp, signaling the soon break of the sun. The bugs ceased their chirping, and the owls quieted their calls.

The air was so crisp and fresh. The humidity had not yet creeped its way in to make the lands stink of cattle. There was almost a chill in the air, and I embraced it. I could not help but wonder if I was stolen at birth by the Brackens. Perhaps, I was a true Northerner.

If only I were that fortunate.

"You!" A voice, filled with venom yells.

I whip my head, knowing immediately who it is. "Benji-"

"Training, and training, and training. Time I could be spending on my land, caring for MY people and instead I help you train. I help you train, even though you're a bloody lost cost. Then, you run away. Because you're too much of a whiny cunt to see the real world." He yells, panting by the end of it. "After all I've done... You could've just said you weren't coming back... You could've just said you weren't really my friend... I've waited here, day after day, night after night for you."

"Benji..."

"Don't call me that."

"I am your friend. I... I'm sorry I didn't come back. It wasn't your fault. I... I promise. I just got scared."

"Scared of what?" He asks. I hesitate. "Tell me... Aeron."

He's giving me my chance... But, I can't do it. I can't tell him.

"I'm just... not ready to be a lord. I'm not ready for all the responsibilities that come with it. It all felt too real. It all hit me when we were there... at the brothel."

"Must I train you on how to be a lord as well?" He asks, sarcastically, but I can tell he likely means it.

"Maybe." I chuckle, "I'm sorry..."

"It will be dark for one more hour." He says, "Let's pick up where we left off."

——————

Chapter 11: The Dornish Wine

cw: talks of smut but no actual, vomiting

12 days before the battle of the burning mill

𐂃 𐂃 𐂃 𐂃

"You're really improving, Bracken."

I nearly melt into a puddle at Benjicot's sweet words. They were few and far in between, so I always made a point to savor them when they seldomly occurred.

"I've been practicing that trick you taught me."

Since Benjicot and I's argument from last week we had managed to put it behind us, focusing only on our training.

At least during the day.

At night, Benjicot took us exploring.

After the incident at the brothel, I knew I was beginning to tread a fine line. Because of that, I had to make sure I was playing my part full heartedly to not around any more suspicions from Ben.

I kissed maidens, I fondled them, I wove my fingers through their hair, and wove my tongues past their lips. Perhaps one day, the lips I kissed would stop being brothel maiden's and become Benjicot's instead.

I was growing obsessed with him. Each day we spent training, each night we spent drinking, we grew closer and closer; physically and emotionally.

He knocked me down, he pulled me up, he bought our drinks, filled our cups. I found myself getting lost in his eyes, entangled in the words that spilled from his honey coated lips.

"Bracken." His voice breaks my trance.

"Huh?"

"I said ready your sword."

"Oh, sorry." I say. He smiles softly.

"Where'd you go?" He asks.

I pause, "Uh... nowhere. Sorry. Thinking about tonight, I guess."

"Oh, about that. Let's skip the brothel tonight. A shipment of Dornish wine just came in. It's a little sweet for my taste but does the job better than the watered down brothel ale." He says, a small blush coming across his cheeks.

I giggle softly, "Okay. By the weirwood again?"

"No. Meet me by the boundary stones tonight." He says, he turns around facing away from me, and in a swift motion he turns right back around wielding his sword.

I block it and force him backwards, laughing and swinging to land the blow. We fight with our swords, laughing and kicking our feet at each other.

"You're a fool." I say to him, and he laughs.

Our walks to and from our training spot used to be quiet and tense. Now, during the entire hour we spent walking we found new things to talk about.

Today, however, he began asking about me.

The real me.

"I've never heard much of your sister. For a long time I didn't know you had one." He said, as we trekked through the weeds and sticks back to our lands.

"Oh, yeah. We're twins actually."

"No shit." He says, but as more of a statement rather than a question. "What's she like?"

"Oh, you know how high born ladies are," I begin my lie, "They sew and they swoon and they... you know, whatever else it is they do."

"Hm." He doesn't believe me. "And your sister is one those high born ladies?"

"Yes." I say, attempting to end the conversation. But, he continues.

"What's her name?"

"Why do you care?" I ask, sharply. He shrugs, smirking smugly.

I sigh, "Y/N."

It almost feels good saying it out loud.

"Is she a hostage?"

"No. What? Why the bloody hell would you ask that?"

"I've never seen her. I don't fully believe she exists."

"Maybe she doesn't."

"Hm." He hums, "The forgotten Bracken daughter. Useful only when it's time to be sold off to the highest paying lord."

I say nothing. Neither does he.

We arrive back at the boundary stones, the last 10 minutes of the walk had been quiet after that conversation ended.

"Be back here tonight. About one hour after dusk."

Then, he turns and leaves.

———

I sit in the dark upon the boundary stones, kicking my feet back and forth against them. His words echoed in my mind. I was upset, angry. They were painfully true.

My brother would be returning soon, likely within the fortnight. And after that, I would never see Benjicot again.

"Bracken." I turn and see Benjicot, holding up a large flagon of wine. "Ready to see what the Dornish are made of?"

I laugh, my mind immediately forgetting my worries.

"Follow me." He says, and turns back to his land and starts walking.

"We're drinking on your land?" I ask.

"Scared?" He turns and asks with a smirk. He turns back around and keeps walking, not waiting to see if I'm following. I slowly trudge behind him, slightly afraid of someone noticing me. Bracken or Blackwood.

We didn't go very far thankfully. He lead me to a row of tents, likely meant for their army.

They weren't being used, so he brought me into the nicest one. It was large, filled with tables and weapons, as well as a few cots.

I laid back on one of the cots, and Benjicot took a seat upright on the one next to me, immediately drinking the flagon.

His face twisted at the sweetness before he handed it over to me. I drank and contorted mine as well, not yet used to the strong, sweet flavor. I coughed a little and cleared my throat. "Gods. They bloody know well how to make a fruity wine."

"On that much, we agree." He says, taking it back and taking another swig. "Let's play a game."

"A game?"

"A game." He affirms, "A Lannister taught me it."

I groaned, "Forget it, then. I hate Lannister's."

He smirks, "Any reason in particular?"

I sigh and take the wine, "No."

"Let's play then."

"Fine. What are the rules?"

"If I guess a fact correct about you, you drink. If I'm wrong, I drink."

"This sounds stupid."

"Indulge me." He says. I sigh, accepting defeat. He begins, "You're a virgin."

"That's not fair, you knew that already." I say as I take a drink.

"You... despise your family."

I sigh again, taking another drink.

"You love your twin... Much more than you let on."

I drink again, "Okay, it's your turn now, Blackwood."

He takes the bottle and stares at me intently.

"You... aren't a virgin." He drinks, and my heart sinks a bit. "Who was she?"

"That's not how the game works."

I repeat his words, "Indulge me."

"She was a high born girl who was passing through. My family hosted hers. We were young. We snuck into the woods. I took her maiden head."

"Is that why they call you Bloody Ben?" I ask, venom on my tongue.

He raises his eyebrows slightly, "No, it's not, and what do you care so much about it anyway? Are you jealous because you've never been with a lady?"

"No, now drink, because you were wrong about me being jealous."

"I won't drink because I know you're lying. Give me the next question."

"You don't like being called Bloody Ben."

"Wrong. I love it. Now drink." He says, pushing the bottle back towards me. My stomach begins to bubble, the sweetness starting to taste rancid each time it goes down.

"Your turn, again. You're rather shit at this game." He teases. "You don't like women."

I swallow, "Wrong."

"Don't lie." He says, firmly.

I drink. He smirks

"You believe in the true Queen." He says. I drink, the feeling growing worse and worse in my stomach. I feel all my day's indulgences beginning to rise in my throat.

"You're no true Bracken." He smirks.

For some reason, those words push me over the edge.

I vomit all over his legs. "Oh, seven hells, Bracken!" He curses.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." I manage to cough out. I turn and leave the tent as fast as I can.

For some reason I sprint, which doesn't help, and I don't get far.

I fall to my knees, vomiting more and more. I can't help but begin to cry. The embarrassment, the stress, the realization is too much to handle.

"Fucking seven!" I curse, sobbing on my hands and knees, drool spilling from my lips. The dark violet vomit from the fruity wine is all over me, and I reek of tangy and acidic fruit.

I feel a hand rest on my back. I know he probably just witnessed this whole thing, which doesn't help the embarrassment.

"Gods, Bracken, is there anything you can handle?" He asks, as I vomit more. More and more continues to come until I dry heave, the whole time Benjicot rubs his hand up and down my back.

"You're alright, you're alright." He drags me up, although I'm dead weight in his arms. I cry and cry and cry. And when he can't get me to stand on my feet, he drags me all the way back to the boundary stones.

We reach the boundary stones and he finally falls, sitting on the ground. 

He pulls me between his legs, placing his arms around me. He rests his chin on my shoulder, "Calm down, it's okay, Bracken."

"I don't wanna leave!" I drunkenly sob, "You're my best friend. Don't let them take me, Benji." I grip his arms, holding them close to me so they'll never leave me again.

"Sh, sh. I'm here." He hushes, and then sighs as if he chooses his next words carefully. "I think you're gonna be the death of me, little Bracken."

——————

Chapter 12: The Secret

cw: slight smut, more to come tho 🤫

(the moment we've all been waiting for, the slow burn is OVER)

𐂃 𐂃 𐂃 𐂃

-11 days ago-

I opened my eyes. Darkness enveloped my vision, but I could faintly see torches in the distance.

I groaned. My head was pounding, I was incredibly dizzy, and I'm sure if I had anything in my stomach I would have been vomiting it up.

A pained gasp left my lips as I sat up, which awoke Benji, who I hadn't even noticed was sitting directly behind me, his arms around me.

"Take it slow." He says, softly, his voice raspy from sleep.

"Gods," I managed to get out, my voice was hoarse from all the crying and vomiting. "What... Where are we?"

"Still at the stones. I dragged you here."

I turn and face him. We were dangerously close. "I am so, so sorry-"

"Don't apologize." He stands, a cold chill runs up my back where his warmth just was.

"About what I said-"

"I think we should get you home before you say anything else too complex for me to understand." He says. I nod.

He pulls me up slowly, the earth spinning beneath my feet. "You got it?"

I nod, but he keeps his arm hooked under my armpit anyway. It's good he did too, because I was lying. If he had let me go, I might not have gotten back up.

He basically carried me in near darkness all the way back to my castle, despite the risk of us getting caught.

We got to the door and I rested my weight onto the wall.

"Will you be okay from here?" He asks.

"Yes." I sigh, "Thank you, Ben."

He smiles, "I'll see you tomorrow. Be sure you rest well today."

I nod as I watch him turn and walk back to his lands, the sun slowly beginning to rise beyond him.

I don't know why but seeing him walk on my land, the sun gleaming beyond him yet brightening his dark curls... I felt hope.

———

Present

1 day before the battle of the burning mill

Benjicot, the sweetest boy, had managed to forget about my foolish actions again. He'd never brought up the night with the wine, never teased or made fun of me, and never mentioned how he held me in his arms as we fell asleep.

We continued our training in the day, but I was no longer invited out after dark. I can't say I blamed him for no longer wanting me in his company when it came to drinking.

In combat, I was improving greatly. So much to the point he wanted to pause on swordsmanship and train me with a bow and arrow.

"How do you know how to use one of these?" I ask as he pulls out a large wooden bow from the tent, the same one we drank in. Someone had cleaned up my mess, maybe even him.

"My aunt is one of the best in the seven kingdoms at using this." He said. "While I work better with a sword, I've been trained on this as well."

He hands me the bow. I run my fingers along the smooth wood, stopping to trace the Blackwood sigil carved in the middle. "It's beautiful."

He says nothing. He had been quiet the past week. I believed the reasoning to be he had heard the news of my house declaring for Aegon. I tried to avoid talks of politics with him, but he always brought them up, questioning my opinion specifically.

It hurt not hearing his voice as often as usual. Our walks had become quiet again. I was running out of time with him, as my brother would return in days.

He grabbed the quiver holding the arrows and walked past me, not even looking in my direction.

I followed him anyway, head lowered like a scorned little dog. His silence made me feel small. I knew he was displeased with me.

He walked towards the targets, removing old arrows from previous shooters.

His land was empty, save for us. Most men had gone inside for supper or to drink. The sun would be setting within a few short hours. No one had any reason to stay outside.

He takes, rather snatches, the bow from me. He pulls an arrow from his back, raises his arm, and hits the target right in the middle.

"Wow." I whisper quietly. He hands it back to me.

"Raise it." I pull it up and he guides me, "A little higher."

His hand rests under my elbow as he softly continues to guide my arm. "There. Now take your other hand..."

He grabs my hand and rests it on the string, adjusting my fingers to the necessary positions. "Arrow between these two fingers, when you're ready to shoot move the first one so the arrow glides without catching your finger."

He positions himself directly behind me. He's so close that his chest is against my back.

"I'll guide you for the first one." He says. He pulls the arrow and places it on the bow, his fingers rest on top of mine on the string.

He lowers himself so our faces are at the same level. His lips are right behind my ear. I can feel his breath against my hair.

"Pull back." He says softly. I'm losing my breath. I do as he says but my hands are shaking. He surely notices.

"Stop shaking." He grips my fingers slightly.

"Hold..." He says softly. I'm panting by this point. Gooseflesh covers my arms.

"Before you shoot, take it slow. Breathe in as you pull back, breathe out as you let go. Focus." He says, slowly and gently.

I do as he says, and he mimics my breathing. His hand gently leaves mine, and rests under my elbow that's cocked back.

"Think of it as an extension of you." He says, "You and the bow... are one."

I release, and the arrow flies.

Right into the center.

He steps back, and for the first time all week I see him smile at me.

"You're a natural."

I blush as he continues, "I should have known from the beginning when you should've been using your left hand."

He pauses, "You were never meant to wield a sword, but a bow."

"Ben, I-"

"We can work on that more tomorrow." He turns and walks back towards the tent, not giving me the chance to finish.

"Ben!" I run after him, struggling to keep up with his long strides, even though he's only walking.

He walks into the tent and I follow after him. I go to speak, but I can't. Nothing comes out.

My heart is racing. I feel so terribly, terribly nervous. I don't know why. Why do I feel so much dread?

He sets the bow on the long table and turns back to face me, resting his lower back against the table, awaiting whatever it is I have to say.

"I just wanted to thank you... for everything you've taught me." I say. He nods. "Um... I believe you've helped shape me into who I truly am."

He scoffs at that, I raise my eyebrow slightly, but continue anyway. "Today will be the last time we see each other... Lord Blackwood."

"Running back to Uncle Bracken when he returns? Gonna have him tuck you in and kiss your cock?" He says, rudely.

"I... what? What's your problem?"

"You're my problem, Bracken. You always have been."

"Then why'd you train me, for seven sake?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm just a bloody fucking fool."

"Do you want me to apologize then? I don't know what you want from me."

"I want you to fuck off and don't come back on my land."

I scoff, trying to hide the tears that well in my eyes. "You're unbelievable."

I turn and walk away, he pushes himself off the table and follows.

"Me?! Unbelievable?!" He yells. I go to lift the tent flap when he grabs my wrist, ripping me behind him.

I stumble back into the table where he just was. He steps closer and closer to me, until his chest is against mine, "You've got nerve. You might genuinely have balls, in fact, to call me unbelievable."

If I wasn't so concerned about how close he was to me, I might've noticed his choice of words. But my mind was running farther than I could catch it. I could only focus on the proximity, or lack thereof, between us.

"Unbelievable... You wanna know what I find unbelievable, Bracken?" He asks, softly, moving his lips beside my cheek so he can whisper into my ear. His hands place themselves beside me onto the table as he leans over me. "What I find unbelievable..."

He doesn't finish his sentence. He pulls away and looks at me.

He's silent. I'm silent. Everything is silent. There's no bugs, no owls, no animals. The only sound is our fast, breathless panting. Why's he panting? Why am I panting?

"Fucking forget it."

He slams his lips on mine, finally. Oh gods, finally. His hands move to my face, resting them on both of my cheeks. He pulls me into him, as if he is trying to merge us into one.

"Wait, Ben-" He keeps kissing me. "Hold on, Ben, there's something-" More kisses.

His hands weave through my hair, pushing my head towards him so I can only pull away for quick breaths.

I bite his lip, hard enough to draw blood. "Ow, fuck!"

I push him away, "I'm not who you think I am."

He's angry. He looks at the blood on his fingers from touching his lip. "You fucking..." He doesn't finish his sentence, even though usually insults come easy to him. He's holding back.

He shakes his head, licking the blood, and then he's kissing me again. "Ben, please, there's something you must know-"

"I know." He whispers quickly, going back to our heated kiss.

"No-" Kisses. "No, you don't-"

"I know." More kisses.

"Ben!" I yell, angrily. I push him off, "I'm not a man!"

I walk past him so he can't kiss me again. As bad as I want to, I can't do it. Not before I tell him. "I'm not Aeron Bracken-"

I barely get it out in time before I'm pressed against the wall, his chest pressed to my back. My cheek touches the soft cloth of the tent, and Ben snakes his fingers up my stomach to my jaw, gripping my cheeks into his fingers.

It feels like everything finally slows down, including him. "I know, Y/N." His voice is low, and raspy. I gasp at my name.

"What?! Ben?" I turn and face him. He cups my cheeks with his hands.

"I've always known." He says, "I knew from the moment I saw you crying on the ground at that courtyard."

"How?" I asked, shocked.

"How? Y/N, you weren't exactly subtle." He says, "But, it was entertaining. I wanted to see how long you would drag it out... But, I couldn't fucking wait for you anymore."

I slap him angrily, and he smirks at me. But gods, that smile. He was so hard to hate. "If you knew... Why didn't you fucking kiss me sooner?"

"So, I should have kissed you the moment I knew I wanted you? Despite the fact you've been lying to me for weeks?" He says, frustrated. "I wanted you to trust me enough to tell me on your own."

I don't say anything right away, because I know he's right. "I trust you with my life... I'm sorry I lied. You didn't deserve that."

"I don't care, Y/N." He kisses me again with desperation.

"This is so wrong." I say, reciprocating his kiss.

"I don't care." He repeats. He mumbles it into my neck over and over with soft kisses. I lean my head back to give him more access. Shivers run down my spine.

"Let me have you." He whispers in my neck, "I need you, little Bracken."

His hands grip my waist, ready to rip off my clothes the second I say the words.

"Take me, my lord."

[macsimagines]

Could I ask for Kisaki, Rindou, and Draken with partners that are insecure? Like they truly believe that their boyfriend/husband could do so much better than them

I've done this one already for Kisaki and Draken here but I can def do one for Rindou!! this is kind of like a part two to my EX! Ran Haitani headcanon set!! also idk why text colors are being weird i'll try to fix it later on

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI,

Yandere!Rindou Haitani

He loves you, adores you even. You're so soft and kind compared to his hard and mean. Rindou has always taken pride in being who he is. He's a Haitani brother, feared allover Tokyo and a ruler in charge of Roppongi.

But for you? Just you- He's Rin. Your loving boyfriend that is never too busy to spend time with you and never lacking in affection. He'll hold your hand gladly or throw a reassuring arm over your shoulder.

All the love in the world can't stop the thoughts in your head though. He's so much more than you'll ever be. You've seen him in action and his strength and overwhelming capabilities compared to your...to your anything just made you feel so dull in comparison.

Rin is beautiful, he catches the eye of every woman you walk past on the street. Rin is strong, he can beat men without breaking a sweat. Rin is powerful, he has people that flock to him at his beck and call and you are nothing.

"I just... I just think I'm holding you back," you tell him, over the phone because you're too much of coward to say it to his face, "I want... I want what's best for you-!" "What the fuck are you talkin' about, you're what's best for me! Baby-please-!" "I can't! I'm not enough, I'm sorry Rin."

And you hang up the phone, block his number. Its better this way, you're sure by this time next week he'll have moved onto someone else, someone better that could keep up with someone as amazing as him.

But then something unexpected happens. His brother comes looking for you. Rin warned you about him once, said that after a bad breakup with his girlfriend he hadn't been the same.

"I thought they got back together though?" you had asked him confused after he had told you. He never answered you back, just got this weird look on his face before giving you a warning; "Try not to get too close. And try not to piss him off."

Yet here he was, at your doorstep staring you down like you were the scum of the earth. Apparently you hadn't heeded the warning.

"Havin' fun?" he asks, not even blinking while he towers over you, and your voice is caught in your throat, too scared to even make a sound at the older Haitani. "Cause I'm sure fuckin' not."

And suddenly he's grabbing you by the hair so tight you're scared he's going to rip it from your skull, but no, he's dragging you out the door and down the steps of your apartment ignoring your cries and screams for help.

Muttering something the whole way to his car. Something like "...You bitches and the games you like to play. Fuck with our heads, you and my girl always got make fuckin' problems for us-"

Then he's shoving you into the passenger seat making sure you can't get out. One moment you feel like you've found your voice again and then the next it leaves you because Ran has a gun pointed right at you only seconds later.

"Your gonna fix this you ungrateful bitch," he spits, eyes so full of hate it makes you want to curl in on yourself, "Put my baby brother back together and act like you like it. Like you fuckin' love it. Or I'll kill you my damn self and make you regret makin' a fool out of the Haitanis. Do you understand, Y/N?"

You're not sure if you say yes or if you even or in affirmation before he's pulling out of the parking lot and speeding dangeroulsy to some unknown destination.

And you are crying, silently shaking and sobbing because you're so scared of what he's going to do and he's still holding the gun right at your head, muttering to himself yet again.

"I'll make it right- I'll fix him and he'll be ok- fuckin' women making us loose our goddamn minds-,"

Finally you pull into a warehouse, abandoned by the looks of it and new found fear arises in you- Is this where Ran is going to kill you? But no.... This is where Rin is.

You see him first, his eyes are dark and he looks so tired from his usual self, and his expression is so empty, so emotionless that you're worried for a split second but then you see...the man. At least that's what he used to be.

His face is beaten in, and his body is contorted in such a mangled way you're sure his limbs had been broken, and Rin is on top of him. Pummeling away at the already red and mangled face.

You can't help the small gasp that leaves you and you probably would've ran out there screaming had Ran not been holding you by the neck.

But your scream was enough to alert the younger Haitani, and he turns to look at you with eyes wild like an animals. "Y-Y/N?" he whispers standing on shaking legs, "B-baby is that you?"

It didn't matter how hard you tried you couldn't make out a single sound, too shocked by the scenes unfolding around you. Thankfully, Ran wasn't short on words....

"Ya, I brought Y/N here 'cause she has somethin' to say," Ran shoves you forward, making sure that the gun at his side is always within your view. A silent reminder of what he made you promise...

Rin doesn't let you get any words our before he's embracing you with bloodied hands, smearing another persons bodily fluid all over you... "Oh baby, please tell me you're back, please? Its been hell, I can't do this without you, I'm loosin' my fuckin' mind."

Its like your brain suddenly catches up with you. You have to say yes or else... "I-I'm back," you nod, hugging him back with shaking hands, "I'm... I'm sorry Rin."

And suddenly he's sobbing, pulling you away only so he could hold your face in his bloody hands to look into your eyes, "How could you do this to me, I love you so much,"

Ran once again, speaks. "You need to keep her in line," he tells his younger brother, much to your dismay, "Like I keep my girl. Don't worry. I'll teach you."

You could never leave Rin Haitani. Shame on you for even trying.

[iznsfw]

Can we get more Hyewon fics?? 🥺🥺

Negotiation

IZ*ONE's Kang Hyewon x Male Reader Smut

4,491 words

Categories | daddy kink, power dynamics, titjob

It's your usual route, to be completely clear: circling up all the newbies, clearing out the incompetents and training those who had more than a pocketful of potential. It's your job, it's what you're paid to do. So if anyone dared question your bond with any of the trainees, they can complain about it to your face, and not in the form of scattered whisperings throughout office cubicles.

Your intentions are wholly pure. You swear on your mother's life. You'd pull the typical blame-it-on-the-femme-fatale thing with this girl, but you know it's somehow your fault, too: whatever might happen. She can't bear all the weight of the sin. 

You don't think sin is supposed to look this good, though.

"Sir," she says, perfect curled lashes fluttering with no ill intent at all. She's innocence, pureness, angelicness—all compiled and composed into one beautiful young girl. "Good afternoon. My name is Kang Hyewon; I'm more than eager to do my best for you."

In what way? you're tempted to ask. But then those exact words tumble from your mouth, and you're pretty sure you've fucked it all up. You, in your holier-than-thou suit and tie, asking something so suggestive to an innocent girl like her? Outrageous, that's what it is; scandalous, too. You could get fired for it.

However, it's as if she expected it—she leans forward, offering you a show of plentiful cleavage that breaks several dress code regulations and ethical rules, with a soft, rare smile. 

"However you want me, sir," she says sweetly. Resting her chin on her hand, the smile on her full lips grows wider. "I'll do anything."

"I've heard something like that before, Miss Kang," you say. "Strangely, I've heard it from the same person, too."

"Oh?" Hyewon assumes an innocent naïvety, wide doe eyes almost convincing you of a clean record. "How so?"

See, she's kind of used to that subtly flirty banter. Somewhere in the city of Seoul, in a humble little apartment, she's learning to make money in other ways. By doing it, she needs not travel lengths of distance to a corporate building or spend day after day spell-checking papers. You, having checked backgrounds of probably a billion people and verifying their digital footprint as decent or in-, know all about it. Might have watched a few of it online. Might have done some stuff too.

"You might've fooled Nana and the others, kiddo, but you haven't fooled me," you inform her, offended that you actually have to tell her. You're lowering yourself down to keep up with her one-step-ahead talk. She may be playing dumb, but she knows what she's doing. "I know all about your secret streaming account. Thing is, it probably isn't a secret. You've got thousands of followers on it."

"Can't a girl have a little fun, sir?" asks Hyewon with a giggle. "I was just playing games to pass time."

"'HyemsterKang' ring a bell?"

Hyewon looks up at the ceiling, as if she could find an appropriate answer for your inquiry embedded there. There's none: only a switched-on lamp and a vent. 

"Hmm," she hums, curled hands supporting her pretty face, "probably. What kind of account is it?"

"There's Twitch, YouTube, you name it. Twitch has the most followers, with over two hundred thousand. It's a surprise no one recognized you when you walked through the front door."

"Why would anyone recognize me? I'm just looking to enhance my skills here."

You're tired already. "Cut the bullshit, Hyewon," you say. Drop all the formalities and workplace language just like that. "You know what kind of videos you make. And, look, you've got to understand that I've got nothing against them, but anoth—"

Hyewon pouts. "Why are you so hot and bothered then, sir?" 

"Because you can't pretend to be some pure, holy girl here. I would've gotten you on the training course if you didn't lie through your teeth. What we need is honesty, transparency. You can't lie on the job here."

Hyewon seems to consider this. Her eyes lose their glimmer as they look down to your desk. And she looks so… sad: her eyes are, as mentioned, downcast, and there's so much more to them than sadness because they hold so many raw emotions of disappointment that make even your heart hurt. Her saddened shoulders lose their sturdy posture. 

For the first time since she's entered your office, Kang Hyewon looks… defeated.

"Does that mean you're not taking me in, sir?" she says after looking up at you again.

"No, and please," stress this with gritted teeth, "don't call me sir."

You've no idea why you feel that way. Many other girls have called you sir, both in a formal and informal setting. There was Kim Minju, whose experience gathered little to no potential, and Yabuki Nako, whose aspiring dream to become your corporate's airline stewardess was a pipe dream due to her petite height. 

But it feels strange with Hyewon. It's like there's some hidden motive behind it. Whatever it may be, it's surely working.

Hyewon juts out one, plump lip as she rises from her seat. Instantly, your boundary alarms go off. They're blaring like ambulances now, running in purposeless trips around your mind. Interviewees are not supposed to do that. She's crossing the line, so many lines.

What sets more alarms off is her taking a seat in your lap, as if she's always done that before. As if she belongs there. 

Her slim, tiny body presses up snugly against your frozen one. "What would you rather be called, hm?" she asks. Like a good girl, her hands are folded neatly on her lap, (un)fortunately covered by a gray skirt. "Please, do tell."

"Hyewon…"

You try to give her a steady look, try to tell her that it's wrong. But your hands are on her waist, and they subconsciously pull her closer. Damn her and that sexy skirt and blazer. 

"Mm, your hands feel so good on me," she sighs happily. "It turns me on so much. It makes me feel warm here," she pats the space between her thighs, "and it's all your fault, sir. All your fault."

"You need to be taught a lesson, Kang Hyewon."

"Go on then, daddy." Hyewon's voice drops to a haunting whisper. "I deserve it."

There, you let go of all your morals. The fact that Hyewon's supposed to be your interviewee and you're supposed to play professional with her becomes nonexistent. You've seen what she does on those videos, and now you're eager to see the body she hides so chastely under those uniform clothes. 

"Bend over."

The obedient Hyewon gets off your lap and lowers herself on the table. Her skirt rises and shows you a lack of even undershorts to save the exposed thong. Her ass cheeks sandwich the thin little thong perfectly.

"Ooh, what's daddy going to do?" she asks eagerly. She wiggles her round butt into your sprawled hand. "Is he going to spank me and make his babygirl count it all?"

"That would be too easy, don't you think?" Groping her, you look hard into her sparkling eyes full of excitement. "Daddy's going to spank you, but you can't make a single sound."

Hyewon whines. "But that's so hard, daddy. Can't you make it easier for Hyem?" 

"So am I, and no. If I hear you moan, you're not allowed to cum." 

Merciless is the perfect word to describe you right now. But your mind just rambles with lustful things to do to this sexy little vixen—(a hamster, if you will, as an ode to her username HyemsterKang, but that sounds less sexy; it doesn't give justice to the seductress that is Kang Hyewon)—and you're eager to perform them ruthlessly. 

Trail your fingers on her wet pussy lips. You find her clit, and from there, you give it tiny, teasing brushes. Hyewon bites her lip hard, and clings to the table for support. And for a moment that's all there is to it: you rubbing her clit and her grinding her round ass to your fingers. Until:

"Ahh, daddy!" 

That's one orgasm subtracted from the list. After you slap Hyewon's cheeks with all the might you have, she instantly cries out. You feel her juices dripping on your hand. 

Hyewon looks back at you. And you realize why her streaming career has done so well—that face is made to be ruined. Her scared eyes portray an opposing desire for more, and you can't help but give and give exactly that.

"I'm sorry, daddy!" she whimpers. "I'm sorry!"

Nevertheless, you continue to spank her. Reddened skin blares almost as bright as the office lamp. Her thighs drip with her nectar. 

You're harsh; your hand's starting to hurt from yout endless slaps on Hyewon's butt. But the pain seems like a small, sideway thought when you're witness to her cheeks bouncing with each blow. When she's holding onto the table like she wants you to go on. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," sobs Hyewon. "Please just spank me like that, treat me like a whore, use me—"

Your spanks become less and less measured—one follows the other a little too briskly. If the door weren't locked and the glass made it so any outsider couldn't hear, people would assume you're already fucking her with your brains out. But no, that's just you spanking Hyewon to teach her a lesson, to teach her to be a good girl.

"Fuck, slap my pussy like that!" she yells. Her pants sound hot and eager. "I'm going to cum, oh yes, oh fuck!"

That's your cue to stop. Hyewon doesn't deserve to orgasm yet, not until she's learned her lesson.

"This is so unfair, no," whispers Hyewon disappointedly, turning around with a pout. 

"Newsflash, Hyewon: the world isn't fair. Nothing is." 

Slip a finger inside her and her knee-high-clad legs curl around your hand protectively. She's riding on any good thing; she wants nothing more than your cock, and besides that, probably a job, but anything works for now.

Hyewon works herself down on your fingers. "When will I get to cum, daddy?" she asks. "Daddy? Say 'now,' please."

Execute blunt thrusts into her slick pussy, which is an impossibly tight cavern not even the bravest can make it out alive without exploding. Her back curves and she twists at the pleasure. Her delectable little cunt is sweet and closed around you, a newfound temptation to latch on for life, a vice to remember.

But there's also her fantastic chest to look at, doing what you're doing: peeking through the neckline of her blouse, which you just so happen to do as well. 

"If you give me a feel of those tits," you propose, the way negotiations should go, "maybe I'll let you."

"Of– of course, daddy." 

Hyewon undoes the buttons of her blouse. Like curtains, they part to a wonderful show. This show, though, would have been banned for nudity and corruption (and not in the usual way.) 

Hyewon's tits are glorious—they size up to more than a handful, and have these tiny pink nipples that you'd love to squeeze any time of the day. You're hypnotized by them, in every way possible. You glance at how they rise and fall in coordination with Hyewon's breaths, and the way her nipples perk into the air hard and aroused once the black lacy bra is off. The air-conditioner wind might have had something to do with their state, but you're thankful for both, either-which-way.

"C-careful," begs the young girl, wincing. "They're sensitive…"

"Is that so? Would it feel good then if I did this?"

"Oh, ohhhh!" Hyewon gasps with a hand over her mouth. Her skin feels boiling hot, but in a strangely good way, when you begin to suck directly on her nipples. "Yes, just like that!"

Her breasts are softer and better than the stress balls your office gave away during mental health seminars. The balls are only good for squeezing and throwing. In Hyewon's case, you can completely release all your stress just by fingerfucking her tiny pussy, and sucking her tits all at the same time. With her, you forget more than your morals—you forget about work, your deadlines, your responsibilities. And, needless to say, it's all her fault.

Hyewon can't keep up with the doubled pleasure. She's constantly squirming to have your fingers deeper in her cunt, and she keeps pushing her breasts into your face. Your rhythm of thrusts in her hole doesn't wither, and neither does your sucking on her right nipple. She doesn't know what to do except squeal out replayed pleads.

"Daddy," she says. "Please keep doing that, it feels so good. I'll be a good girl, I promise I won't lie anymore."

You ride your teeth around Hyewon's areola, sucking the area around it also. If you could, you'd never let go of her breasts. You would keep sucking on them, alternating between one and the other, for days on end. You bet you'd survive even without food or water. Hyewon's tits are enough for you to live eternally. Hell is nonexistent when you're with her.

"Do you think you deserve to cum, Hyewon?" you ask. You play with her clit, making it harder for her to get her words out.

"I think so, d-daddy. Yes."

"I don't," you laugh. "I told you not to make a sound, and you disobeyed. How would you become a competent worker if you're like that?"

Hyewon's near tears. "I'll do whatever you want," she says. Breaths get lost here and there due to your fingers still swiftly exiting and entering her. "Please. I need you. I'll, I'll be your good little fuckdoll, I promise, I swear."

"Will you let me fuck your tits, then, Hyem? If you're that good and eager?"

"Yes, daddy!" 

Hyewon nods over and over. A bit too excited, she pushes you down to the office chair rather roughly. But you pay no mind; in fact, your erection grows harder and lengthier at her enthusiasm. It throbs violently with how Hyewon slips off her blazer and pulls down your pants.

Her eyes brighten at the sight of your member, as if it's something that can actually make her day better. 

"You're very hard, daddy." She bites her lip, looking up at you with incredulous adoration. "Let me do something about it."

Hyewon's huge tits hug your hard-on, sandwiching it between them. You groan as she holds her chest so that your cock slips in and out seamlessly, lubed up only by her spit and your precum. Her soft flesh brushes your sensitive, pink penis perfectly, giving it a feel of what heaven might actually be. 

"Holy shit, Hyewon," you sigh. 

It's like she's entertained by what she's doing, too. She's looking down at your cock entering her flesh as if it were an exciting movie. But she takes extra care to seal longer glances with you, knowing that her face alone can make you cum.

"Oh, daddy likes my tits, huh?" Hyewon says coyly. Playing with her nipples while titfucking you, her gaze grows more and more sultry. "Daddy's gonna let me cum after this, right? Make me learn my lesson?"

"Just… just keep moving your tits like that. And we'll see what happens."

Not a solid promise, but Hyewon is satisfied with that. She knows her power and how to use it well enough. She's practiced in the strokes and squeezes she does on your cock, the temptation calling for you  in her brown eyes, everything. She has it all measured and listed down somewhere, probably, just waiting for the right time to use it.

Hyewon lifts her breasts, then slams them down on your lap again. The cycle repeats, and her boobs become like that of a real fleshlight. But hers is better—a toy pales in comparison when paired up with Hyewon's tight, hot body. And all it took to have her was a spanking session. There was no need to shed thousands of won.

"Like this?" she asks. Hyewon's letting you use her for your own pleasure, caring for your bliss rather than hers. The grip of her bosom around you tightens, and you find it difficult to catch your breath. "Do you want me to keep doing this?"

"Fuck yes. You're such a good girl for me right now, Hyewon."

Her cheeks are rosy. "Thank you. I'll make you cum, I promise."

She's made probably a hundred of oaths from the moment she walked into this building, but this one seems to be the one she's most determined to carry out. Hyewon's fiery rhythm risks you of exploding all over her pretty chest. Her smooth, pillow-soft skin knots your stomach and sets everything ablaze. Her facial expressions, which are a far cry from the saintliness she pretended to possess earlier, drive you off the edge.

"Shit… shit, I'm going to cum," you announce in a broken voice.

You can't stave your orgasm off anymore. Your dick expels liquid white strings everywhere. Hyewon's collarbone and big breasts bear most of the desirable damage, but she's sure to open her mouth, too. And she looks every bit the part of a cock-hungry slut, with her eyes rolled back and tongue lewdly hanging from her thick pink lips. White semen becomes her new lip gloss, and she'd put it on any time of the day.

"You still have more in you, daddy," says Hyewon. She strokes herself around your cock without pause. Curses leave your mouth as her evil gaze challenges you to say the opposite. "I can feel it. I want you to explode all over me."

"Fuck, yes, Hyem. I fucking will."

There isn't a single bad movie out there that matches the rapid pacing of Hyewon's titjob, and it's probably for the better. You just keep on cumming, and Hyewon keeps on titfucking you. It's a win-win situation because she enjoys being sprayed with your cum. It makes her feel like the used little doll she is.

She forces you to spurt more up until you can't anymore. All there's left are little droplets of pure white, and ragged moans from both ends. 

Hyewon's blouse and chest are stained all over. But when she gazes at the mess you made on them, she doesn't look upset. She looks rather… turned on. Her squirming thighs and bitten lower lip indicate that. She may look like a porcelain doll with her angelic face and pale skin, but she's been used just like a ragdoll would.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asks. "You liked it, didn't you?"

"I did," you confess. "How wet are you after all that, Hyewon?"

Hyewon reaches under her skirt and brushes her fingers over her pussy. She gasps. "Oh, v-very wet, daddy. Won't you do something about it?"

"Yes, I will. Get ready."

Both you and Hyewon rise to your feet. You step out of the rest of your pants while she shrugs off her blouse. Now, she's only wearing her black schoolgirl skirt and her long socks with shoes. 

Hyewon hops on the edge of your desk. "Will you really fuck me this time?" she asks hopefully.

"A deal's a deal, Kang Hyewon. Now spread your legs."

She opens them. You lift the skirt up to get a view of her pretty hole. Her pussy lips are plump, just like the painted lips on her face. 

(You want to fuck both.)

So, you thrust. 

All at once Hyewon is filled up to the brim, your balls pressing against her ass. 

"Oh, oh, so deep!" gasps Hyewon. "You're so big inside me!"

Your cock throbs. The clench of her walls is amazing, but they're also tempting you to cum again, and you can't have that. So, you set slow but forceful strokes, driving yourself inside Hyewon and feeling her walls part. Her surprised moans guide blood to your erection. The expression she wears never goes far from orgasmic, and she might as well be already cumming with how tight her hole's clamping on you. 

Wrap your hands around her tiny waist. You're ready now. You start to drill her tiny body down your desk. She cries out and leans her head backwards, allowing you to see how much of her neck you've covered in cum. Her glazed breasts bounce before you, getting your cock in an increased solid state to pulse and thrust in her hard and good.

"Yes, daddy, fuck me!" she prods you on, just like how your cock is prodding at her insides. "It's so good, daddy, it's so good, it's so good—"

She's promised to make you cum and delivered it out. Now, she wants you to make one, too, and return the favor. And, even if the only thing you're offered in exchange are Hyewon's loud screams that sound in your ears and her half-naked figure that's straight out of a porn video, you're glad to do so.

"Guess you aren't so innocent after all," you laugh. You're trying to keep custody of the upper hand here, but, god, does Hyewon's cunt choking your cock make it nearly impossible. "All that pretense, Hyewon, don't you get tired?"

"Oh, daddy," Hyewon sobs softly, arms hung around your neck and shoulders. Her eyelids are heavy, too wrung by pleasure. "If it gets you to fuck me, I don't mind at all."

You find her erogenous zone and rub it in the same, fire-quick way you thrust. "A little too fast there, don't you think?" you chuckle, but you're flattered.

"All I want is you going fast inside me." Hyewon's legs tense up after you grab them for easier leverage. Her moans are cut short with stutters. "I want it now."

"And what exactly do you want, Hyewon?"

"I—" She blushes furiously. Her words rarely come out in any form other than squeals. "I want to be your little office cockwarmer. I want to do nothing but be the toy who sucks daddy's dick and keeps his cock hard. I don't want to be anything else, daddy, and you know it—you know I want it—"

"Oh, you will." Pumping into her harder, you set the stone there and then of your ownership of her. "You're mine now. Everyone's gonna know about how you get on your knees for me so easily, Kang Hyewon. You'll be known as my little office slut, the one who keeps my stress relieved."

"Yes, yes, you can fill me up all the time, you can make me wear the slutty secretary outfits from my streams, daddy! Use me, oh god, I'm yours!"

It's a tempting offer. You've seen her streams while looking through her background, and you saw that one of her in the tight little secretary uniform. You think of how pretty she'd look in it, and how heads would turn at her entering your office everytime in it. You picture the outrage that does nothing since you're at such a high position in the office hierarchy, such an important person. They can't do anything if you decide at once that Hyewon's going to be your cumslut. They can only create rumors painting you out to be the exploitative bad guy, and Hyewon starring in the role of the poor head-over-heels newbie desperate for a good life.

You can live with that. 

The inches of your length never get to breathe as you're constantly shoving them inside her, knocking against her cervix and making her sob for more. There's no limit to the pumps you can give to Hyewon, but you still test it out. Hyewon remains at your mercy.

"Are you going to be my slut now? Do you really want that?" you ask her. "Or are you going to back out because you're too much of a pussy to dive in?c

Grab her chin and force her gaze at you. That's how you see that Hyewon's completely serious. That's exactly what she wants. She didn't come here for a job, she came here for you, and she's not leaving without being yours.

Hyewon nods. She presses her forehead against yours. "I want you," she whispers. "So make me yours. You know you want to teach your whore of a babygirl a lesson. You know you want to fill her cunt everyday."

That's right, you do. You knew, since the minute she spent teasing and toying with you, that you want to fuck her brains out. And here you are, doing exactly that. 

This could be forever if you wanted. 

"Gonna cum now, Hyewon. Gonna fill your cunt up with daddy's semen. Gonna fucking breed you."

"I'm close, too, daddy. Give me your cum."

You make sure to press completely against her cervix when you cum inside her. Hyewon's girl cum and your white fluids mix together, a blend of sex and sin, and drip down your table. You can't really think of anything else except for Hyewon's screams climbing up in volume and her squirt spurting all over your best uniform. No, you're brain-dead with lust, and there's no turning back.

You make her your cum deposit. You make her your babygirl, and as corny as it sounds, straight out of a bad teen romance where everything goes too quickly for any talent to be actually seen, you're okay with that.

-

"And that's how I think that we should promote the book earlier this year. Thank you for listening."

The clan of higher-ups sitting at the oval-shaped table clap politely. You try to keep your clapping at the appropriate level of enthusiasm, but your heart bursts with pride for Hyewon. She's come so far without your help. She's learning to stand on her own.

"I think that's a great idea, miss Kang," says Miyawaki Sakura, your director. She's a petite woman with a soft voice, but everyone knows that she's the boss of any room she stands in. "I'll jumpstart the idea tomorrow with the board of directors."

Hyewon flushes with happiness. "Thank you, miss Miyawaki."

"I do have one concern with miss Kang about the presentation, though," you pipe up. "Miss Miyawaki, do I have your permission to speak about with Hyewon in private?"

Now everybody's looking at each other. They try to keep themselves decent, but they all know what you mean. By now, your sexual relationship with Hyewon is an open secret. It might not be eligible for the title of secrecy anymore since all of the office knows it. 

But what can they do? You're the best in your team. You run too many things that keep the company going and they can't risk your loss. 

Hyewon waits for the director's response with bated breath. Her hands fiddle with each other as she waits for a response.

"Of course, sir," replies Sakura finally. "You may go."

You and Hyewon exchange glances. The two of you know exactly what your "talk" would be about.

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Drunk Confessions pt. 6

Felix x Female reader

Word count: 1.4K

Synopsis: Felix breaks the golden rule when drunk. Stay away from your phone.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! I promised you guys I'd finish this series and by god I mean to! I'm in a slightly better head space so I'm gonna try and do some writing and see where we get! Thanks for waiting so patiently and showing my old work plenty of love while I've been off. Warnings below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! strong language/cursing, drinking/getting drunk. That's it coming back a little tame. If I did happen to miss something let me know and I'll add it asap!

When you woke up you did what you did every morning. Out of habit, the first thing you did was check your phone. This morning when you checked you had 5 missed texts, one missed call, and a voice memo, all from your best friend, Felix. You read through the texts that got progressively harder to read the drunker he’d gotten into the night. It made you laugh. You were glad he’d been out having a good time with the guys. He didn’t get to do that often with how hard they all worked. Last night they had decided to go out drinking and ended up staying out and clubbing all night.  

The voice memo was clearly from when they’d already gotten home because the first thing you could hear was all the rest of the guys goofing off in the background playing video games. 

“y/n... hey... uhhh... GOD will you guys shut up I’m trying to talk in here! Uh y/n! You’re asleep already. I bet you look like an angel you always look like an angel when you’re sleeping.” 

Sure you thought to yourself, face down in a pillow, drooling like an angel. 

“You’re so beautiful and funny and sweet oh my gosh you’re so sweet and you cook good food for me and the guys and your hair smells like coconuts and the beach and it reminds me of home and I remember the first time I laid eyes on you at work and...” Just then you heard Chan’s voice come over the speaker. 

“Felix what are you doing bro?” 

“I’m sending y/n a voice memo. Chan says hi, anyway, I can’t tell you that you make my heart feel funny when I think about you...” 

“Uhhh Felix I don’t think you want to...” Felix gave Chan a stupid look. 

“Chan it’s not polite to interrupt.” Chan laughed. 

“You’re right mate, continue.” Chan walked back out and Felix tried to pull himself together a bit, unsuccessfully. 

“Look y/n... I love you. I am in love with you. I’m so completely and utterly over the moon in love with you. From the moment I met you. It was love at first sight for me, I didn’t even know your name but you were glowing and laughing and I felt my heart jump for the first time and it has every time I’ve seen you since. I hope one day I can tell you, that I can kiss you, marry you. I see all that with you I just don’t want to ruin what we have. We’re so close and you’re my best friend and I couldn’t bare losing you and honestly I’m afraid of what your answer would be. I know you care for me, love me even, but I just don’t know if you’re in love with me. God I’m rambling at this point, you’d think I was a drunken fool... well I am.” Just then you could hear Chan walk in again. 

“Seriously mate I don’t think you want to send that...” 

“I’m not Chan I’m gonna dele-” The message cut off and you could only imagine the absolute chaos that ensued after Felix accidentally hit send. He looked away from the phone for 2 seconds and unintentionally let up off the mic button which then sent the voice memo. Straight to you. Your heart was ready to burst. He was in love with you?! That had to have been the sweetest confession you’d ever heard. You were glad Felix’s silly drunk self sent you the voice memo before he realized what he was doing. You were getting ready to dial Felix’s number but before you could his contact photo popped up showing he was calling you. You answered immediately. 

“Y/n?! Hey...” 

“Hiya Lixie! You're up awfully early considering...” Your smile was in your voice and Felix couldn’t help but smile too until he remembered why he was calling. 

“Uh yea... y/n... I sent a voice memo last night do me a favor... just delete it. Don’t listen to it just... please just delete it.” You could hear the worry in his voice. 

“Felix? I... I already heard it.” The wind was knocked from him, you could hear it over the phone as he let out a big breath. 

“Y-you already listened to it?!” 

 “Well yeah Lixie you know the first thing I do is...” Click. Did he just? Hang up on you? You looked at the phone and saw your home screen. You sighed and called him back. No answer. You called again. No answer. You called again. Straight to voicemail. So dramatic. You called Chan and a grumbly hungover voice answered. 

“Mhello?” 

“Chan it’s y/n. Is Felix home?” Chan wasn’t sure. 

“Hold on. LIX!!!” You could hear him shout back. 

“WHAT??!” Chan breathed deeply into the phone. 

“Myea he’s here.”  

“Good I’m on my way, keep him there and do NOT tell him I’m coming.” 

“Y/n I...”  

“Chan.” He groaned out tired. 

“Finnnneee!” You smiled. 

“Thanks Channie! See you soon!” 

“Mhmm see you soon.” You quickly washed up and got dressed before heading over to the guys’ place. You knocked on the door and were met by the same groggy Chan you’d spoken to on the phone. 

“Is Felix still here? You didn’t tell him did you?” Chan rubbed his eyes and shook his head no. 

“No I didn’t, he’s in the living room with Hyunjin and Changbin watching something on tv.” Chan moved out of the way letting you in and yawning as he shut the door behind you. You came around the corner into the living room and Felix saw you. You’d have thought he’d seen a ghost how big his eyes got. 

“Lix-” He got up and dashed out of the living room heading to his own room, shutting and locking the door. The guys looked at you and you rolled your eyes exasperated. 

“What was that all about?” Hyunjin finally asked. 

“Lix sent me a voice memo last night...” Chan started laughing. 

“Oh god I forgot.” You glared at Chan. 

“Don’t laugh, he’s embarrassed and won’t talk to me because of it.” Chan stopped laughing and wiped his eyes.  

“It’ll be okay as soon as you tell him.” You stood there with your arms crossed. 

“What do you mean? Tell him what?” 

“Well, you love him too, don’t you?” You stood there speechless for a second. 

“What did you think it wasn’t obvious? You both are so ridiculous. If he hadn’t accidentally sent that to you who knows how long this would have gone on.” You stood there a moment and then just shook your head. You made your way towards Felix’s room to try and get him to talk to you. You tapped at the door. 

“Lixie? Please talk to me.” 

“No Felix here!” He called through the door. Then a thought hit you. What if he wasn’t just embarrassed? Was he avoiding you because he regretted sending it? You don’t think your heart could take it if it wasn’t true. If he didn’t really love you. 

“Are you ashamed that you sent it? Did you... did you not mean it?” He could hear the pain and worry in your voice. 

“If you didn’t mean it it’s... it’s okay. I’ll just... I’ll just go.” You should have thought this plan through better before dashing over. Felix quickly opened his door. 

“Wait!” You stopped and turned back. 

“I’m not ashamed and I did mean it.” You let out a little sigh of relief. 

“Felix I came over here to tell you that I love you too.” Felix stood there stunned. 

“What?” 

“I love you too Lixie. I always have. How could I not fall in love with the most beautiful and kindest man I've ever met?” Tears were welling up in your eyes and Felix grabbed your hand.  

“I meant every word I said on that voice memo last night. I’m madly in love with you y/n...” Before he could go on you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. One of his hands came up and cupped your cheek and he kissed you back sweetly. 

“Told you.” You and Felix jumped at Chan’s voice. 

“Jesus! Announce yourself when you enter a room.” You scolded Chan as Felix blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. 

“I entered the hallway to go to the bathroom I didn’t realize that warranted an announcement. My apologies.” Chan said sarcastically before heading into the bathroom.

"Behold bathroom I have arrived! Fear me!" He shut the door as he continued announcing himself boisterously leaving you and Felix alone again. You both stood there awkwardly for a second before Felix cleared his throat. 

“Uh, why don’t we go and have some breakfast and talk a bit.” The smile spread across your face again. 

“I’d like that Lixie, I’d like that a lot.” 

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[holybibly]

i really like what you think about wooyoung, we need such a fiction it's definitely possessive and jealous wooyoung 🚨🚨🚨

First of all, hi sweetie, how are you? 

Secondly, I'm definitely going to do this, but if I have the time, I've got about a thousand fanfics already started, and I'm going to finish them first and then move on to new ones.

But here's the plot. 

I'd like to introduce Wooyoung as a sweet, geeky librarian. He's charming, cuddly, and definitely eye candy. How could he not want to find something like that for himself after reading so many books about true love? Wooyoung was a little too wrapped up in the idea of finding someone who would always be there for him, waiting for him at home, and being a sweet little homegirl, surrounded by love and care.

And then you came. And you were exactly what he had been looking for so desperately. He could so easily see you in his home, all soft and cuddly, his little girl at home. And, of course, in his bed, all dishevelled and fucked up, with his teeth sunk deep into your neck.

You were too easy to fool, and Wooyoung was a clever fox at luring his prey into darkness.

All he needed was to have your complete and undivided attention, and as your relationship progressed, he became more and more obsessive and capricious.

He just wanted to have you to himself, like in all those beautiful novels, and if he had to break you to get it, Wooyoung wouldn't think twice about doing it.

They say it's easy to fall into a foxhole, but it's not so easy to get out of it.

[kairiscorner]

ok, but imagine noir falling for a florist.

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <;:D)

i'd like to imagine noir would have visited your florist shop before, but never really stepped inside. he might've come across it multiple times, walked by it so often he never realized it was right there all along.

the moment he stepped in, he was entranced by how lively and colorful the place looked to him. since noir is probably colorblind or is just generally unaware which colors are which, he's so giddy when stepping inside your florist shop one day when he remembered it was aunt may's birthday.

he'd probably be staring at a bunch of marigolds and he'd inspect them closer and mutter to himself, "really outdid themselves with the purple". he might sneeze a lot around the flowers, but he didn't care, he was too entranced with how pretty the flowers were.

it wasn't until you came up to him, asking him if you could help him, that he was entranced with something, or rather, someone else--you. you weren't a flower, but all noir could be reminded of when he saw you for the first time was that you were a red rose bud, blooming in the shade.

how could he have missed you, such a beauty was hidden from his sight for... so, so long. the first thing he'd tell you when he saw you would probably have been, "...am i dead?" because the only time he'd ever witness someone with such ethereal beauty, in a haven of colors and sweet scents that, even if they tickle him to the point of allergies, he's feeling the happiest he's ever been in his whole damn life so far.

when you ask him if he's okay, he finally snaps out of his daze and, all fumbling and mumbling, he blurts out an, "i'm pretty, and you're really okay."

damn it.

he cringes a little at himself for that first, more than three word introduction. he purses his lips, and sighs to himself, with a small sneeze as he inhales the pollen again. you giggled, and when you giggled... he smiled, he smiled widely. he knew he was being a fool, a complete bumbling fool, right then and there--but you made him a happy, giddy, mushy mess of a bumbling fool.

he introduced himself to you as you helped him pick out a bouquet for aunt may. "you know, i'm really glad someone like you's helping me with this." he told you as he watched you pick all sorts of roses, carnations, and dahlias.

"how come?" you asked, turning to look at him in the eyes. he turned pink when you looked at him with your big, bright eyes--those eyes that any rational man would become a bumbling fool over. "well... i'm sure a pretty, lovely, and patient woman like you gets bouquets from guys that... don't lose themselves over your beauty in front of you." he confessed.

you giggled. "mr. parker, i hate to break it to you, but... i've never once had anyone gift me a bouquet." you admitted, looking down at the colorful array of flowers in front of you. "oh..." noir said as he looked at you, still picking flowers for aunt may's bouquet.

"wait right here." he said as he dashed off around the store. you were a little confused as to where he might've gone, but he was a grown man, and this was a small store, you didn't need to worry. not long after, noir came back with a sloppily made bouquet; the ribbon was the color of your hair, the flowers... they were all the color of your eyes.

"mr. parker..." you began, but noir handed them to you still, his gaze pointed away from you, because he was so incredibly flustered to be even doing this. "i believe that... a pretty, lovely, and patient woman such as you shouldn't have to... go without knowing she's absolutely stunning, perfect, even. you're perfect." he confessed, trying to keep his voice leveled, but his embarrassment got the best of him, and he mumbled the last bit out.

you smiled as you took the bouquet from him, admiring how some loose flowers that clashed with most of what he got you poked out a little. you chuckled as you looked up at the sweet man. "now, i can't really take any of these home, but..." you trailed off as you picked one of the flowers and tucked it behind his ear, getting on the tips of your toes to reach him.

"i'm very grateful for that, mr. parker." you said with a smile, a tinge of red on your cheeks. "no... problem." he said as he was getting redder and redder by the minute.

as you rung him up, noir couldn't stop staring and smiling at you. you smiled back at him. "hoping your aunt loves the bouquet." you tell him. "and i'm hoping i'll always see you everyday after this." he said with a small chuckle and a blush on his cheeks as he ran his fingers gently over the flower you tucked behind his ear.

[southerntigress]

This Is Gonna Hurt

"Savannah you have to go to this party with me tonight" my best friend Liz says as she busts through my bedroom door

"I already told you no I don't wanna be around nobody"

She has been trying all day to get me to go to this stupid party with her but I don't want to and she ain't giving up

"I know but you have been in the house and haven't been out in months every since the break up all you do is mope around I miss my fiery best friend that was down for anything" she looks at me

I sigh "fine I guess I'll go if it'll get u off my back"

She jumps up and hugs me "yay you have have no idea how happy you just made me"

I roll my eyes "oh I have a feeling"

She giggles "besides there's gonna be rockstars there"

I roll my eyes yet again "oh great just what I wanted to rub elbows with entitled rockstars who thinks every woman should drop to their knees for them"

She laughs "oh come Savannah I heard Nikki Sixx is gonna be there I know how much you have always wanted him to dick you down who knows it might just happen"

I look at her like she's crazy "are you ok girl?" I say and touch her forehead

"Stop it" says pushing my hand away "I'm just fine let's get ready before you change your mind"

So we get there we walk around and mingle a bit then Liz taps me on the shoulder

"Look there's Nikki and Vince let's go say hey"

"Ugh let's not I'm not drunk enough yet" I laugh

"Good cause then you would just be a giggling fool" she laughs as we get closer "You're not wrong" I laugh

As we get closer Nikki is the first one to noticed us and he rolls his eyes and turns his back to us "oh this is starting off great haven't even spoke and he's already being rude" I think to myself

We approach them and Vince turns around "hi I'm Liz and this my friend Savannah" Liz introduces us

Vince smiles and hugs us " Hi beautiful ladies I'm Vince and this here is Nikki" he says as he taps Nikki on the shoulder

Nikki turns towards us looks us up and down

Then looks back at me he looks me up and down  once again and says "I know who you are I've been at your club seen you dance a few times"

"Funny I never saw you" I say

He laughs "that's cause you were too busy being whore and dancing on other guys"

"Asshole how dare u call me a whore u don't even know me" I say

"Don't have to know you to know what you are you're like a dime a dozen sweets I've been around all strippers are whores" he says with a shrug

"You are a fucking dick. I'm not a whore I don't sleep around I was just doing my job and dancing doesn't make me a whore" I glare at him

"No but being a stripper does" he says and returns my glare

"That's rich coming from a rockstar former king of sleaze" I say

He got closer to me "I'm a changed man now"

"Yeah? then what are you still in strip clubs looking to get your dick wet? Then wanna act like you're better than me" I say

"Act? I am better than you"

"In what world? You have fucked 100 of girls and still can't seem to find one that will put up with your ass and now I see why" I sassed back

"Shut your fucking mouth you don't know shit about me bitch" he says stepping close to me and backing me against the  wall

"Or what? You think u scare me? You better think again asshole" I say "now get off of me I have a party to get back to"

I try to push him off of me but he pins me against the wall

"You ain't going nowhere we ain't finished" he sneers

"This was over before it begun now move" I say and try to free myself

"No" he says with a chuckle

He then crashes he lips on mine so hard my head flew back and hit the wall

I pull away " that hurt asshole" I glare

He just attaches his lips back to mine

I fight him off still not wanting to give in but then he bites my lip and all bets were off

I suddenly  came to my senses I pull away

I take deep breath in to keep from losing my shit "Nikki I swear if you don't get out of my face and let me go"

He smirked got even closer "what you gonna do? You ain't big enough to do anything"

I ball my fist up at my sides  breathing hard I'm beyond pissed at this moment

He laughs and looks at fist "might as well unball these" he says grabbing my hands  "cause we both know you ain't gonna do shit you are too much of a little bitch"

That set something off in me I mustered up all the strength I had and shoved him backwards he stumbled back enough for me to get out his grip "fuck you" I yelled walking away

But before I could get completely away he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulders before heading to the nearest room when we got in there he threw me on the bed and slammed the door shut locking it behind him he then walked towards me grabbing me up from the bed and pushed me against the door I went to say something but he put his hand over mouth

" No shut the fuck up you have said and done enough you wanna get mouthy and then shove me when it gets to hot for you take then you're gonna see a side of me I've kept hidden for awhile after I'm down with you you're gonna wish you have never did that" he promises

I rolled eyes "you don't scare me"

He suddenly crashed his lips on mine again and runs his hands down my body when he got to the edge of my skirt he lifted it up and grinned wickedly

"Look at you no panties just the little whore that you are"

"Look at you pants undone and barely covering your dick just like the sleazy asshole that you are" I say

"Fucking bitch" he says

"Fucking dick" I shot back

He smirked "guess we both were ready for easy access"

I rolled my eyes He smirked again as he grinded his bulge against my bare core and I moaned pulling his hair he groaned and bit my lip pulling back on it as he rubbed my ass. He pulled away

"you wanna get mouthy then pull my hair and get rough huh? I'll show you rough and just how much of a dick I can really be and what being a bitch gets you" he says

" thats what you've been saying but all you've been is all talk and I wouldn't be a bitch if you wasn't such a dick" I tell him

He glares at me "That's it I've had enough of you and your mouth"

I smirked and rubbed my hand on his dick "apparently you want more what you gonna about it?"

"Enough!" he yelled and slammed his lips against mine so hard my head hit the wall behind me again but this time with a thud

I whimpered "that really hurt u bas-" I was cut mid sentence nikki grabbed me and pushed me to the floor "Get on all fours now!" He commanded

And that's the night I learned to not push Nikki Sixx over the edge not that I regret it cause it was the best sex I have ever had even if I was bruised and couldn't walk straight for a couple days.

[lovergirl072013]

Midnight Kisses

Pairing: Chan x reader

Genre: fluff, suggestive, romance, friends to lovers trope

Summary: You pay Chan a midnight visit in his studio, one thing leads to another and confessions get made.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.3k

Author's note: Hii, this is my first work so it's not perfect haha. Also, english is not my first language so I apologise in advance if there are any mistakes, I've tried my best guys. I hope you enjoy!

It was a quiet night at the studio, Chan was working on some of his tracks, the lights were dimmed and the only sounds in the studio were the clicking of his mouse and some background music he had on, it was the perfect ambiance, it was so quiet and relaxing that he wasn't wearing his usual headphones, that's probably why he was able to hear the quiet knocks at his door, he looked at the time, wondering who could be knocking on his door at midnight, he reached to open it, when he saw you, all confusion was dissipated and his chest was filled with nothing but happiness, he smiled at you and he motioned to come in, to which you complied smiling warmly at him, that smile, that freaking smile that made him forget all of his problems.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”. He said teasing you, “I just came to make company and maybe, share a midnight snack? Honestly Chan, how long have you been working for, hm? Everyone needs a little break, especially an old man like you,”. You answered, teasing him back. “You’ve been hanging out a little too much with Seungmin”. He said looking at you with accusatory eyes, to which you just simply smiled at him, god had you missed him.

It wasn’t unusual for you to show up at his studio late at night, you also worked at the company as a songwriter and producer and spent a lot of time with the boys, especially with Chris, you participated in the making of a lot of their songs. Because of that, you found yourself spending a lot of time at the studio, staying until late working with Chan, to which Jisung and Changbin also joined you a lot of the time, but mostly it was you and Chan alone who stayed up until late in the night. Chan because he was a workaholic and because of his insomnia, and you because you liked to spend time with him.

Because of the time you two spent together, falling in love with him was bound to happen, and you tried so hard not to, but how could you not, his caring nature, his kind heart and his beautiful smile that made his eyes look like half moons made it impossible for you not to fall head over heels for him, and his dad jokes, how could you forget to mention his dad jokes. But you weren’t a fool, you knew how hard it was to date an idol, you swore yourself to never date an idol when you got in the industry, you swore it. But you also didn’t know a Bahng Christopher Chan back then, and if you were honest with yourself, Chan was worth it, Chan was worth breaking that promise, he was worth everything, if there was one boy who would ever be worth your tears, it was Channie.

When you came back from your thoughts you looked towards him, he was so focused on his computer, he had a slight frown and his lips were pouting just the tiniest bit, he looked so… ethereal, the dimmed lights showed his sharp features, you couldn’t help but stare.

“You’re staring”. You blinked, “No, I'm not”. “Yes you are”. He said, smirking slightly, “Shut up”. “Do I make you nervous darling?”. “You’d love that, wouldn't you Christopher”. You told him, smiling sarcastically, you didn’t receive an answer but you felt his piercing eyes on you, “Who’s staring now?” you retaliated, still you didn’t receive a response, when you looked at him, you noticed the darkness in his eyes, when your eyes connected with his, he looked away and coughed a little, “Wanna come check on the song?”. He said changing the subject, to which you gave a slight nod and sat by his side, he passed you his headphones and when his fingers brushed yours you swore your heart skipped a beat, you ignored the feeling and put on the headphones while he played the demo, you thought that the melody felt familiar until you realized it was red lights, confused, you looked at him, receiving only a sly smile back from him, you continued listening. You gasped when you heard the lyrics, the mutherfucker had literally recorded the explicit version of the song. When the recording came to an end he looked at you expectantly while you took off the headphones and handed them back to him.

“If you release this song you’ll no longer be able to tell stay that red lights is about traffic lights, you know? Also, I fucking knew you were the one who wrote it and not Hyunjin”. You told him, receiving a big laugh from him. “Shut up, no, but really, what do you think?”. “I think it's great, but do you really think that jypapi will let you release it?”. “Well, it won’t be easy, but with the right amount of convincing anything is possible.” 

While the clicking sounds clouded the little studio again, you decided to remain seated by his side, you didn’t notice the time passing, getting lost watching him work. When you turned to the clock you saw that it was already 3am, you didn't even notice that you had been there for three hours already, when you turned to look back at Chan you found him already staring back at you. But there was something different in his eyes, in the way he looked at you, you didn't know if it was the late hours, the quiet atmosphere or the tiredness, but something had changed, it was more tense.

You didn't even have time to think before his lips were on yours, it was soft, his lips moved slowly on yours, he was testing the waters, to see if you would pull away, when he felt you returning the kiss he deepened it, his lips felt like heaven on earth, you felt like the air was kicked out of your lungs, it was too much; his breath, his lips on yours, the warmth of his body embracing yours. His hands went from cupping your face to your waist where he rested them for some seconds before lowering them towards your hips, which he grabbed and dragged you, situating you on his lap, you couldn't help but moan slightly at his sudden move, earning a groan from him. His lips then kissed your jaw and went down to your neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin there, getting whines from you in return while you locked your hands on his hair and pulled his roots, his hands tightened even more on your hips due to your actions.

When he finally looked back at your eyes you couldn’t bother to hide the smile that creeped on your lips, mirroring his.

“I know we skipped some steps in the middle but I would really like to take you on a date”. He whispered while tucking a few strands of your hair behind your ear. Suddenly, you were at a loss of yours, it felt like a dream, everything was so perfect, you couldn't help but imagine that this was really happening, unable to say anything you just nodded lightly. “Words darling, I need you to use your words”. “Sure”. Your voice broke while saying that simple word, receiving a chuckle from him that you copied, that chuckle became a soft laugh until you both were laughing loudly in each other's arms. It was perfect, maybe tomorrow it wouldn’t, but today it was, and that is what matters, everything was perfect, he was perfect.

[siriusleee]

adamantine chains | part 11 - finale

"Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus." "What does that mean?" "Love is rich with both honey and venom." "I suppose that is true." Or which in König finds you broken in the mountains. König | F!Reader a/n: if you like this, and you can, consider donating on my ko-fi or commissioning a custom fic. We'll we're finished. I know I'm the worst at replying to comments, but I want every to know who has - you've really kept me going with this.

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König agrees to your suggestion of a hike. He zips you into your jacket, protection from the snow that threatens to flurry on the mountain. His hands tease against you, tickling the sensitive skin beneath your ears until you twist away from him. 

"There's a trail near here," he says, nearly lifting you off your feet as he straightens the shoulders of your jacket. "It's a fifteen minute drive. I've got sandwiches made - do you need anything else?"

"No, I'm good."

Camera around your neck, you follow him out of the house. You make sure to leave your phone in the bedroom, tucked beneath your pillow. You'll check the doctor's voicemail when you get home; you don't want to spend today worrying after all the time König has been gone. 

The wind has shifted through the night, pouring down colder from the mountains - the heater in the car doesn't do enough to warm you up in the short drive it takes for you and König to make it to the trail head: a small cut out in the trees that line the road that winds into the mountains. You try to take the backpack of lunch, but König takes it from you before you get the chance to get it on your back.

"Watch your step, Taube; the trees here have a habit of reaching out and grabbing you."

His voice is light, but the image doesn't make you giggle like it usually would. 

König sets the pace, slowing down for you when he realizes that your legs could never keep up with him. Every so often the two of you stop so that you can take a picture, you try to capture the way König walks ahead of you - like he's spent his entire life prowling these woods and he's finally back home. 

"The first time I saw you here," König says, walking just slightly in front of you, "I thought you were dead. You were so still, and so blue that I didn't even realize you were breathing."

A stitch is building in your side, and it tugs on your lungs when you speak.

"What made you save me?"

König pauses without looking back at you. When you catch up to him, he looks down at you, the mask he usually wears outside of the house hiding his expression. 

"You were so beautiful. So still and quiet. I would have never been able to live with myself if I left you there."

You wind your fingers in with his, breaking the gaze between the two of you as you speak, pulling König forward. 

"I thought I was dying," you start, rubbing circles on the back of König's hand, "I was praying that I would die quickly. Everything was going so slow. I thought - I thought you were the wind picking up and carrying me down the mountain, you were so soft."

König's hand squeezes yours painfully, and you know he's back there with you, remember the walk down the mountain with you in his arms. 

"I was so scared of you when I woke up," you continue, not pulling away from König even though the feeling of him squeezing your hand is starting to hurt, "I thought you were some monster come down to get me. I dreamed of my grandfather; he was telling me to run. And when I woke up, I thought you were who he was warning me about."

The two of you crest a fallen tree, König lifting you up so that you can scuttle across. 

"Oma told me I was a fool to keep you here. I have connections in the United States - I could have sent you home any time you wanted. But I wanted you to stay with me."

It's a confession; König says it in a whisper, refusing to look down at you. You grip his hand tighter as the two of you turn a curve in the trail, the trees dropped away from the side of you guys to show a view of the mountain - the village just a speck in the distance. 

"I know. But I never asked you to either."

"I laid in bed with you," König's voice is basically a whisper through his mask as the two of you press on, following the faded signs promising a stop to rest, "you were so cold. Oma and I couldn't warm you. We tried everything. But you were screaming in your sleep, and you didn't stop until I got in with you."

You know he's waiting for you to recoil, to pull away at the confession that he crawled into bed with you when you were still just a stranger to him. Instead you pull him towards you, feet catching on one of the roots emerging from the ground below. 

The snow starts to fall when the two of you pause on the switchback, a fallen log where you take your rest. König hands you your sandwich, as you watch the snow melt the moment it hits the ground. 

You eat slowly, trying to figure out a way to capture the way the snow hits the ground for half a second on camera. König wanders towards the trail edge, peering down the sharp face of the mountain at the jagged rocks below. 

So when hot hands grab you, you scream, camera smashed beneath your feet as you try to struggle away. Before König can get back to you, there's a knife under your jaw and the feeling of familiar hands around you. 

König finds you pressed tightly against Marcus and freezes, hands half raised in a defensive position. They stare at each other over your shoulder before Marcus pulls the knife closer towards you.

"Take your mask off. I want to see your face."

König, so slow you're almost not sure he moves at first, peels the mask off, blonde hair stuck sweaty to his forehead. You can see his pulse jump at his throat, but he looks like he does this every day.

The knife is cold against the soft bite of your underjaw. It bites into you; you can feel your blood warm as it runs down your neck and onto your chest. He still smells the same as he always has. Mint and cognac - a bitter that you'd never gotten used to. 

"It's been a long time, I'm surprised you're still here with him."

You claw at Marcus' arm, trying to pull him away. Trying to get a better purchase against the wet ground.

"Marcus what are you doing here?"

"He didn't tell you, did he?" He growls in your ear, eyes still trained on König. He jerks your hair back, forcing you to make eye contact with König across the trail. "What he really does for a living. That's why you're still here, why you haven't left yet."

A low growl emits from König, and you realize with a second sharp cut of the knife beneath your chin, that he's been the wolf stalking your dreams. He has been the warning you were supposed to heed. 

"I bet he told you he was in the Special Forces? Right?"

Marcus shakes you when you don't answer fast enough, and König lurches forward, only stopping when Marcus digs the point of the knife into your throat. A warning to stop, to stay frozen. 

"Answer me."

"Yes! That's what he told me!"

Marcus laughs mirthlessly in your ear, the hand that's not holding the knife wrapped around your stomach, pulling you closer to his body. You can feel his heartbeat through his chest, and his breath - spearmint like always - washes over your face and turns your stomach.

"He's a fucking liar," Marcus growls. "He's a fucking mercenary. All those times he's been gone away from you he's been out killing people. How else do you think he can afford to take care of you? You fucking leech."

"Marcus please-"

"He's the one who tried to kill me."

At his words, König stiffens, hands curled into claws by his side. The only thing marking him from a statue is the shallow rise and fall of his chest. But König doesn't make a move to say anything against him. His lip curls, teeth digging into his lip.

"He was supposed to kill me. He came after me because of my job. Can you believe that? You've been fucking the man who tried to kill me. He was so busy trying to save you that he didn't realize he left me alive. Tell her!"

"Taube, listen to me-"

"Don't you fucking - you don't have the right to call my wife anything other than her name." 

With every word Marcus speaks, he digs the knife in deeper. You clench your jaw together so tight you feel the ache in your teeth, trying to bite back the scream growing in you.

"You're wife?" König's voice is low, dangerous, and teasing. "She never seemed very sad that you were gone. She never seemed like your wife when she was in my house - in my bed."

"She's mine - you've done nothing but defile her."

"Nein. She doesn't belong to anyone, not like you want her to belong to you. But know - when we make it down this mountain, she'll be my wife. Have my last name."

The knife beneath your jaw loosens for a half a second before digging in again; you can feel it dig into your jawbone. This time you scream, biting it off halfway when Marcus jerks you. König circles the two of you, mask discarded in the dirt beneath him. He doesn't look at you.

"Did she tell you?" 

Marcus' voice is razor thin, and you know he knows. Knows about the doctor's appointment, about the phone call you've been trying to avoid. Whatever he'd been looking for in the house, he'd found a different sort of secret.

"Marcus - please." 

Your blood feels frozen against the front of your jacket.

"She's pregnant, you know. Your bastard child." 

König doesn't move, but his eyes betray him. Marcus picks up on the way König's eyes open just a millimeter wider, and keeps the taunt with glee. 

"Oh she didn't tell you? I'm not shocked - she's probably scared of you. I saw them all, all the pregnancy tests in the trash when I broke in. Do you know what she used to tell me when I mentioned kids? She would laugh at me - tell me she never wanted to have kids."

Marcus is winding up; his hands shake so bad that you feel the knife cut nicks into the bone. The pain is sharp enough to make you want to pass out, but you keep your feet under you to the best of your ability. König's lips twitch up, his incisor digging into his bottom lip. You can see his thoughts behind his eyes - know he is measuring what to say next.

"Of course I knew; when I fucked that baby into her we laughed about how you never could."

That does it; Marcus' hand jerks down, cutting you from your jaw to your collarbone. You hit the ground hard, vision white at the pain. But you keep your eyes König, trying to keep your focus from shifting into black.

The moment Marcus' hands leave you, König springs on him. You had imagined what he did when he was away, but there was no amount of imagination that could have prepared you to watch him tear Marcus apart. 

He is the wolf your grandfather warned you about - all gnashing teeth and curved claws. The two of them tear at each other, but König is feral. He fights Marcus with everything in him; through the tears in your eyes you wonder why Marcus even tried; there is not a moment where König isn't ripping into him. The knife that had been beneath your jaw flashes, and you hear König grunt. You worry that it had found its mark, buried itself inside him, but the next moment it's flung into the woods. 

It could have been hours your blood mixed with the dirt and new snow or minutes in the time it took König to destroy Marcus; the only think you know as you watch Marcus' limp body thrash around is that König had already killed him, and the anger kept him going. 

When he finally lifts off of Marcus' limp body, the blood runs down his face, pours from his mouth. But you know it is not just his. It's viscous and heavy against his pale skin, leaving crimson trails as it drips down. 

You've never seen that look in his eye before - the sharp flint that strikes against the gentleness he normally has inside of him. The adrenaline inside you doesn't differentiate between touches; ears still ringing with the sounds of König's growls and Marcus' screams as he was being torn apart. 

So when he reaches out to you, you flinch back, hand scraping against the rocks beneath you. Something wild inside of you screams that he is the predator to run from; that the blood pouring from your jaw and chest are from him. König doesn't flinch back, just crouches down before you, wiping away the blood from his mouth casually. 

"You are going to pass out Taube if you don't let me stop the bleeding."

You can't speak around the pain, around the shaking and the shivering. Slowly, the flint in his eyes starts to dissipate. But you don't move towards him.

"Remember the last time I carried you down Taube? I was the West Wind, and so gentle with you. It's just like that this time."

You skitter back from his hands that reach out again, but this time you're stopped by a stump in your path. König sighs, hands on his thighs, ready to push himself into a standing position. You think that when he speaks again, he's going to be angry, but his voice stays soft.

"Remember Taube. You are mine, and I am yours. Please."

Finally, the fear starts to loosen inside of you, and you reach out to König, hands needing to find some purchase. His hands find you, pressing against the blood that still flows on your jaw. He picks you up, the West Wind again, and your blood mixes with the viscera on his shirt.

Your vision slips in and out on the car ride, but König's voice is gentle the entire time. You can't make out what he's saying to you, sharp German intermingling with English. At times you think he might be speaking in Polish, your grandfather's voice rumbling out of him. 

But his hands are warm when the hospital is cold. When the doctor tells him to leave, König argues. You try to tell him to be nice, but you can't make your mouth open up wide enough. 

You dream again of your grandfather, crying gently as you hold his hand. You're in his hospital room again, but this time you're the one laying in the bed. He apologizes to you, and you try to beg him to stop. You can't listen to this - can't listen to him begging for your forgiveness for something you can't even remember. 

But he doesn't stop.

Warm hands brush the hair out of your face, and pull you out of the dream. The room rolls around you, and you heave, stomach acid and bile the only thing that can come up. A gray basin is shoved beneath your mouth. 

Your jaw burns where it stretches - your chest where it pulls as you heave up an empty stomach. Gentle German tries to soothe you, but you don't stop until your entire stomach is empty.

"Hush Taube. I don't want the nurse to tell me I have to leave again."

König swims into view, one hand still in your hair and the other holding the bed rail so hard he's white knuckling it. 

"Why?" Your voice cracks beneath the strain of not being used, "why did the nurse tell you to leave?"

You hope that he can hear the teasing edge of your voice. When he smiles, you realize that he doesn't have his mask on, eyes dark from lack of sleep.

"They wouldn't let me bathe you. They said I could make you bleed again. But I couldn't stand seeing you like that, so - " he trails off, smiling sheepishly. 

"So you were rude?"

"I suppose."

His fingers trace the edge of the bandage that starts at your jaw; the itch of the adhesive is starting to pull at your skin.

"How bad is it?" You ask, refusing to look down at the stitches on your chest. König sighs, resting his head against the edge of the bed so that he's eye level with you.

"The doctor said your jaw was wrecked, but they put it back together. You'll have a scar on your chest, but he said it could heal nicely."

The dull ache of pain is starting to build; you know you only have minutes left to talk before you can't anymore.

"Am I hideous?"

"Disgusting."

It hurts to laugh. The IV in your arm crinkles as you shift, trying to turn to face König better. He looks as horrible as you feel, but you keep that to yourself. His breath is warm on your face.

"I'm sorry Taube."

"König-"

He hushes you, hands gripping the bed rail so hard you think it might shatter beneath his fingers.

"No Taube. I should have sent you home. I should not have kept you trapt here with me. I didn't give you another choice. I just - I was so in love with you from the moment I picked you up. And this is my fault."

His hands shake, just minutely enough you can barely see. You hook one of your fingers with his, trying to calm whatever is threatening to break through.

"And now this - he could have killed you. And the baby-"

Even in the haze from the pain and the painkillers, you can tell this is what he has been sitting here worried about. What he's been racking around in his mind to try to tell you. 

"Did the doctor confirm it then?"

"I am sorry Taube."

And you know that he is apologizing for tying you to him, for what he thinks is some sort of death knoll he has rung for you. You pry his fingers off of the bed rail, and grip them tightly between your own.

"König, it will be ok."

His voice is steady, even though he can't look at you when he speaks, his eyes trained on where your hands hold him. 

"I didn't even do you the honor of marrying you first."

The pain in your jaw is too much to speak anymore. König notices, and reaches over your body to press a button wired to the opposite side of your bed. Beside you, some machine starts to whirl, the liquid in the IV starts to flow. You can feel the burn in the crook of your arm.

You fall back asleep with the warmth of König's hands on your own.

When you get home, bandages on your chest still being changed every two days, König tucks you into the spare bedroom. Into your bedroom. Each day you can open your jaw a little further, Valentina coming to visit you with some horrific soup that she swears her grandmother makes and can heal everything. Behind her back you pour it down the kitchen sink.

Some days Oma comes to see you, helping you change the bandage that disappears between your breasts. König's hands had shaken too hard the day you asked for his help. But when the stitches are ready to be cut out, you ask König to go with you. 

The sound plucks at something inside of you when the doctor snips the stitches away, leaving you with a trail of small holes down your chest - Frankensteinian in nature. König helps you button your shirt, fingers pulled away as far as possible from the swell in your stomach.

The ride home is quiet, fingers tapping against the window. Outside the snow is starting to grow thick, and the ice on the road gets thicker each day. The blacktop rolls smoothly underneath the wheels when you finally grow the courage to speak.

"Are you ever going to let me move back into the bedroom?"

König 'hmms' at you, fingers tapping against the steering wheel anxiously.

"The house only has two bedrooms," you explain, shifting to relieve the pressure that starts to grow on your hip. "Unless you want to give the baby the big bedroom."

König's breaths are measured, and you give him the time to shuffle his thoughts before he speaks.

"You do not wish to go back home when the baby is born?"

"Why would I do that?"

You know König is thinking of a thousand reasons, but he doesn't voice any of them. When he speaks again, his voice is thin and nervous, accent so thick you can barely understand him for once.

"Do you want to come back to bed with me?"

Fingers sneaking across the center console, you touch him gently on the thigh. 

"Every night."

The snow crunches beneath the tires as König turns into the driveway, lights illuminating the side of the house. Neither of you move once he shifts into park, engine idling smoothly in the winter air. König speaks as he turns the key, killing the engine.

"How about tonight?"

[crownmemes]

Mean Sentences, Vol. 5

(Mean sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Have you looked in the mirror lately? I have two words for you: 'hairline' and 'receding'."

"Why should care? I mean, seriously? Why should I care about you?"

"You know what your problem is? You're spoilt."

"I know you think you've got this all figured out, but you don't."

"You are your own worst enemy, but do you know what's worse? You're my worst enemy."

"You know, I really thought you had changed, but you know what? You are the same reckless, immature, self-centred jackass that you always were!"

"You're a weak coward. It makes me sick."

"You're not very good at this, are you? "

"The truth is, I really don't care."

"I think it's time for you to take a break. A long one."

"You're more of a fool than I took you for."

"You don't know me. You think you do, but you don't."

"I once looked up to you. My God, how I despise you now."

"What did you expect? An apology? A hidden heart of gold?"

"Why don't you do something completely new and have some friends?"

"Are you always this unpleasant?"

"You are a... Unique personality."

"You disappoint me."

"I know bad acting when I see it."

"Well, well, well - look who's doing the walk of shame now!"

"Oh, I'm not your friend."

"You have failed everything you've attempted."

"I hate to be rude, but so far I'm not impressed."

"There's a word for people like you, and it's not 'patriot' - it's 'traitor'."

"I changed my mind; I'm not sorry."

"Have you no compassion?"

"Your promises don't mean very much."

"You could never play the game, could you?"

"Do you honestly expect me to believe a word you say?"

"Just because you're smart and beautiful doesn't mean you have good judgement."

"You thought you sounded so smart when you started that sentence, didn't you?"

"You know, you've got a chip on your shoulder the size of Stonehenge."

"How does it feel to know that you have failed?"

"You know, for a minute there, you actually made me believe that you were human."

"You're a low-level dirtbag. You're not a criminal mastermind."

"You sound a bit delusional, you know?"

"You're the most cold-blooded man I've ever seen!"

"Do you think I'd be talking to someone like you if this wasn't urgent?"

"Why are you so in denial?"

"That part of me that admires you is not the part that makes tough decisions."

[lizzieislife94x]

Long Distance Pt.2 (e.o)

Pt.2 of the request ♥️

Lizzie x Fem Reader

Hope you enjoy it babes I'll try my best haha Requests are always open and all feedback welcome 

GUYS I BOOKED TICKETS!! IM MEETING LIZZIE IN 5 MONTHS!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING WAS IT EXPENSIVE YUP DO I CARE NOPE 😇😇 (fyi i should have met her on the 2nd of december but it got cancelled and moved to may so another 5 months to wait ahhhhh still super excited)

Y/ns POV: 

I woke up with a weight on my stomach and wetness on my cheek and neck I open my eyes and smile as lizzie kisses her way to my lips "mhhh I fell asleep but this is perfect to wake up to" I say with a sleepy voice as I stretch up and wrap my arms around lizzie kissing her gently after a few seconds she deepens the kiss pushing me down slowly grinding ontop of me making me moan fuck I have missed this "baby baby slow down" I giggle breaking the kiss as I hold her waist and admire her as I bite my lip gently "baby please I've missed you it's been months my own fingers just don't cut it" she whispers in my ear seductively causing me to moan "fuck lizzie I really wanna rail you into next week baby but I wanna take you out so we can spend the day together" she pouts then smiles "ok baby can we go get ice cream and walk in the park" she bounces on me excitedly causing me to laugh "that was the plan beautiful I know how much you love to just walk and hold hands" she gets off me and puts her shoes on pulling me up "come on y/n let's go" I shake my head laughing as I get up and put my shoes on grabbing her hand "let's go beautiful" with that we walk out my house hand in hand and walk to the car "my lady" I say with a little bend of the knee as I open her door "such a gentle woman"

she giggles getting in as I race to my side climbing in and starting the drive to central park once we arrive I park up and we walk hand in hand into the park it's a beautiful day so there's people everywhere "how's work been my love" I smile gently rubbing her knuckles with my thumb "stressful, amazing everything rolled into one but it would have been better if you where with me babygirl the only thing that would have made it better would have been coming home to you cuddling up and waking up in your arms each morning" I pull her closer and kiss her head "I wish I was there too baby it would have been perfect just to be with you everyday" we continue to walk for 20 minutes chatting and laughing with eachother till we come to a little ice cream cart I can't help but smile as she gets really excited about ice cream "baby can you order me a chocolate ice cream ill be back in 2 seconds" she smiles and nods as I run over to a little old lady selling roses I smile "hey could I have 12 roses please" she smiles and sorts the roses "are these for someone special" she asks in an adorable voice as she hands me the roses I nod unable to contain my smile "yeah there for my beautiful girlfriend just over there" I say pointing to lizzie as I pull $100 out my pocket to pay "awh I love seeing young love you guys are a cute couple" I smile as she gently holds my hand "thank you I'm one lucky lady, here you go keep the change" she looks at the money then me "this is to much your roses where only $20" i smile and look at her "honestly keep the change your an amazing lady have a great day" after saying goodbye I grab the roses and run over to lizzie "baby" I whisper as she turns I pull the roses out and her face lights up "oh my gosh baby are these for me" I smile as she wraps her arms around me "I love them baby I love you" I hold her tighter smiling like a fool "I love you too beautiful" the man makes his presence known "miss your ice creams are ready" we smile at him and take our ice cream as we continue our walk until we come to a little bench "I love everything about you y/n your my everything" I smile as I peck her lips "I love you too beautiful you are my forever " we sit and people watch for an hour before walking back to the car as we arrive at the car I lean against the hood and lizzie wraps her arms around me just standing hugging me as I run my hands up and down her back "let's get you home so I can make us dinner" she nods and separated from me as we get into the car and drive home.

"So baby are you ok with pasta and creamy sauce" I say walking into the living room as lizzie looks up at me and smiles "sounds perfect honey" I smile and blush a little after being together this long she still makes me blush "it's just a quick option tomorrow I'll make you a proper meal" I walk back into the kitchen as I cook us dinner 20 minutes later and it's done I plate up and take our food into the living room "here you go princess" she smiles and takes the food as we sit and eat in a comfortable silence 10 minutes later I'm done so is lizzie "mhhh that was perfect my love" she says with a huge smile I take our dishes and wash them once I'm done I go lay on the couch with lizzie I don't even know what we're watching but it's been playing for 50 minutes, I smirk and take my hand running it down her body till I reach her ass I gently squeeze causing her to let out a surprise yelp making me giggle "don't start something you can't finish princess" I swallow harshly at her words as I run my hands up her tee inching higher towards her boobs "who said I can't finish it" with that I kiss her passionately as I gently squeeze her boobs making her moan into my mouth I quickly pull away to take her top and bra off "fuck this is a sight I've missed" I say practically drooling I lean for taking her hard nipple into my mouth as shy grips my hair causing me to suck as if I'm expecting something to come out "fuckkk y/n right there baby mhhh" she moans as I move to give her right nipple the same attention as I unbutton her pants "stand up" I whisper against her nipple she gladly obeyed as soon as she stands I pull her pants and panties down "mhh much better" I smirk as I stand up getting rid of my own clothes once we're both naked I lay her back down and kiss my way down her body towards her pussy I spread her legs as I reach her dripping heat moaning at the sight infront of me I've missed her taste to much to tease her right now so I latch my lips around her clit and start sucking as 2 fingers start to tease her dripping cunt without warning I thrust my fingers deep inside her causing her to let out a whoreish scream and arch her back "yessss fuck baby uhhh god see my fingers don't...fuck make me feel this good" I smirk against her clit as I let go and look up at her "because you know mine do mind blowing things"

I smirk thrusting my fingers faster as she nods and moans I lean down and start sucking on her neck as she cries out in pleasure "so..so..fucking close baby" I suck her sweet spot as I curl my fingers at the right spot making sure to hit her gspot over her moans and screams are music to my ears I could listen to her moaning and cumming all day long "baby..I'm.. fuck don't stop" she moans as she reaches for my tits and squeezes them while looking me straight in the eyes "mhh fuck baby I can feel your close to cumming be a good girl and cum for me" I say while biting my lip after a few more thrusts she squirts all over my fingers making me smirk "good girl" she lays there panting trying to regain her breathing as she sits up and kisses me "fuck I've missed that" she whispers making me giggle "me too baby but the night has just started I'm gonna make you cum till you can't handle it anymore" she bites her lip and moans "ok baby let's take this up to bed" we both get up and run upstairs naked and giggling I slap her ass occasionally earning giggles and moans from my gorgeous girlfriend. 

AN: here you go hope it's OK and yall like it all feedback is welcome good or bad requests are always open hope everyone is feeling OK and stay hydrated babes haha word count over 1.5k have a great day/night people.

[isa-ghost]

Perhaps some headcanons about qPhil and the hardcore deities?

YESSS

qPhil headcanons masterlist

Okay so like, with all of these keep in mind my current personal headcanon/theory is that qPhil is hcPhil with his memory lost/altered by The Federation prior to arriving on the island. However it is that they got him, they wiped/suppressed his memory of his past just like other islanders and clipped his wings.

So TECHNICALLY these are hcPhil headcanons but also qPhil.

He's ofc closest with Rose. Unless you count Kristin as a hc deity. Rose was extremely fond and pleased of the way Phil would come along and take it upon himself to restore or touch up the builds that document the history of the gods, purely for fun and curiosity's sake. His love for the beauty of it all attracted her.

He's next closest with Ocean Overlord, though you'd assume otherwise because OO almost never personally connects with Phil in any way. No spiritual or supernatural signs, no personal talks or showing himself. (It's because the fool is sleeping or off catering to his whims). But Phil fishes a lot, and speaking as someone who practices witchcraft, you don't need to formally work with or worship a god to please them with the things you do. Fishing would be considered a devotional act to OO from a Pagan pov, so the fact that Phil does it so often and also cleaned up some of Flowerfall for him and Rose means OO likes Phil a lot. He's "a funky lil bird dude."

Phil is next closest with Blaze. She's also very hands off but deliberately so compared to OO. However, she still has a deep respect for Phil despite her distance and he admires the shit out of her in return. He thinks she's an absolute badass. His skills and wit impress her and his frequent visits to her domain and his love for her servants He & She amuse her. She's never seen a human so set on visiting the Nether frequently, let alone her domain specifically. Also he won't hesitate to take down a Piglin, and that's always a plus to her. (His gold farm pleases her deeply).

And ofc, of the deities we know of, he's least close with Ender King. Phil isn't exactly sure what specific event kicked off the way things are now, but EK just generally isn't something you want to mess with no matter what. EK probably disliked Phil from the get-go because he has friendly relations with the other gods, who all contributed to his failure & death. On top of that, the cave he rots in under Endlantis is like one of those haunted places you just Do Not Ever Go because it's very likely you'll go home with something attached to you (and Phil did). EK picked up on Phil's penchant for stealing & collecting cool things and how strong he can be (he has to be, he's a survivalist!) & did exactly that. He's been cooking on the potential vessel stuff since the day he met Phil.

Rose is the one who's always left him a sign of some sort that would confirm his assumptions about the history of builds and their relation to the gods. She never left him direct communication like she does with the books on QI bc she never intended to get that direct, but it's much harder to leave him subtler hints in a totally different world so she speaks to him via books instead.

I've said this before somewhere but basically the reason Rose (& EK, but him for malicious reasons) reached out to Phil on QI was not only to warn him of & protect him from EK but also to try and trigger Phil's memories of his life in the world he's really from and break him free of The Federation's meddling with his memory. She's had little success so far, kinda timed things badly given that the Feds had JUST locked him in the Birdhouse and fucked with his sense of reality. And EK kinda made that worse.

Ender King chose to officially act on his desire to possess Phil outside of the hc world because a) the other gods can't protect him as easily on QI and b) Phil himself is also nerfed and therefore easier to fuck with (thanks Federation <3)

Even now that EK's attempts to possess him are done with (for now), Rose is continuing to protect Phil and his family. She intervened when the Purgatory workers attacked, she'll intervene on other threats. But she only can if he's not around others. She's trying to keep herself secret from anyone outside the Death Family. Though she wouldn't be object to Fit knowing since he knows about EK. And she likes Bagi too. It's just easier to not start making tons of exceptions. Though overall, Phil is the one who's more strict about keeping the deities secret. Rose is more lax about it but acknowledges it's easier this way.

Part of why EK is the lil asshole that he is is bc he Knows Phil and Rose want the gods kept secret so he went out of his way to be like HEEEEY THIS IDIOT BIRD HAS A SECRET OOOO and intentionally made it look like it was a dark secret at that. Sewing mistrust among Phil's allies further isolates him and makes him an even easier target. : )

Phil has a feeling Blaze wants nothing to do with QI (and he's right). Any contact from her will be done begrudgingly and probably not until the Nether is opened bc otherwise she has to not only realm hop but world hop and that is more trouble than it's worth in her eyes.

Phil's honestly surprised he hasn't heard anything from Ocean Overlord while on QI yet. Especially post-reset. He lives beachfront more or less, he fishes a fuckton as of late, he goes on boating adventures often. And QI's whole shtick is that it's a vacation island or whatever, which is like OO's entire vibe. Phil's a bit baffled.

Semi-related, Phil's insistent that OO isn't JUST a bit of a sleepy or lazy idiot. That's a fucking god. Who rules the ocean. The unforgiving motherfucking ocean. He truths OO as a crouching tiger hidden dragon in terms of power. He thinks it just takes A LOT to piss OO off. (*side-eyes Ruthlessness from EPIC the Musical and wrings my little gremlin hands maniacally*)

Phil isn't entirely sure of the inter-deity relationships/dynamics and leaves it at "it's none of his business." They can tell him or imply it on their own time, if ever. All he knows is that Rose/Blaze/OO strongly dislike EK and that's all that matters to him. Anything else is assumption on his part and he's just Not gonna do that.

If he didn't want to avoid being asked 9487385728 questions from his friends, he'd probably have lil altars of some sort for Rose, Blaze, OO, and Kristin to honor them. And they'd maybe have an easier time communicating with him through them.

He's been wondering if/when the other deities reach out to him on QI if they'll ever make lil domains or something the way Rose has made her Sanctuary