#tried some stuff out with this and it was fun!

[lilianne-tarot]

PICK A CARD: How Will Your future spouse express jealousy

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── .✦ PILE I

OHHHH this pile is defination of “I’m jealous, but I will NEVER admit it.” Your future spouse is doing CRAZY STUFF to keep their jealousy under control, but you will feel it. Oh, you WILL feel it.

BABY. This is a long-game kind of love. A soulmate kind of bond. And listen, when someone sees you as their person, their one-and-only, their forever, there is no way in HELL they’re just sitting back while some random tries to get cute with you. i see that your people pile number 1, they don’t react right away. Oh no, no, no. They marinate in that jealousy in their mind. The 7 of Pentacles tells me they watch, observe, process before making a move. Like, imagine someone getting a little too friendly with you at a party. Your future spouse, Sitting there, giving a polite but stone-cold stare, studying every move of that person. They’re literally taking mental notes: Did you laugh a little too hard at that joke? Did you lean in slightly? Are they standing too close? But instead of acting on impulse, they sit there, pretending they’re totally fine (they are NOT fine). When i look at 2 of cups illustration, i feel like, they realy enjoy your company, like A LOT, and when someone else invades this space, they hate that with all their heart. 

 OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUNNY. This is that passive-aggressive, sulking, “I’m not mad, I just think it’s funny how…” behavior. They are so in their jealousy, but will they admit it? Absolutely not. Instead, they suddenly lose interest in whatever’s happening. They’re like, “Oh, you’re talking to that person? Wow. That’s so great for you. Anyway, I’ll just be over here…..” They might even act a little distant, maybe even hit you with the classic “It’s nothing, I’m fine” while literally radiating “I am NOT fine” energy. this person is not about to lose their cool in front of you Instead, they suddenly start acting very serious, very focused on something else. They’ll be like, “Oh, I have an email to answer,” or “I need to check something on my phone”. I get the naive energy from your future spouse, like very youthful and maybe little immature because they want you to ONLY themselves. AND THEN. THE JUDGEMENT CARD. THIS IS THE CLIMAX. This is when they snap back into reality and realize, Oh wait. I’m literally in a relationship with them. They love me. What am I doing? This is where they have that internal wake-up call. They’ll come back to you, realigned, refocused, remembering that you’re their soulmate (2 of Cups energy, baby!!). And THEN, instead of being petty, they’ll drop some casual reassurance-seeking comment like, “So… you seemed to be having fun with them, huh?”—AKA making sure or you to say they had nothing to worry about.

But overall, ill definitely say that They aren’t the type to lash out in jealousy, but you WILL notice the change. The silence, the avoidance, the fake distraction tactics. It’s subtle but LOUD. But at the end of the day? The Judgment card seals the deal—they always come back to their senses, realizing that duh, you’re theirs and they’re yours. And the second you reassure them? BOOM. They’re back to their normal, confident self. These people would give their everything just to be in your company. Very sulky baby energy ngl. They’re not explosive, but they are silently suffering. And bestie, if you ever call them out on it? OH BOY. Expect a very defensive “What? I wasn’t jealous. That’s ridiculous.” … Sure, babe. Sure.

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── .✦ PILE II

Alright, so the first thing I’m catching here is contrast—we’ve got the King of Cups and Temperance trying so hard to play it cool, acting all mature, controlled, and balanced. Then we have The Devil, and that too right in the middle of the spread. The sentence i would immedtly say here is, your future spouse is going to be OBSESSED WITH YOU. It’s the internal battle of “I’m unbothered” vs. “I will die if I see you entertaining someone else.” they try to move past jealousy logically—like, “It’s fine, I trust them”—but The Devil says, “But what if they find someone better?” . And then BAM, Two of Cups swoops in and reminds them that you two are soulmates, and there’s no competition—but oh boy, they still feel it. THIS person gets so confused when it comes to you i can clearly see that by the mixed enrgies from the spread, they are hit with SOO MANY emotions all at once but one theme is prominent, they are SUPERRRRR obsessed with you. 

This is giving “jealous but won’t let it show” energy which is just like pile 1 but the energy here is more obsessed type, cause pile 1 was more on the cuter and naive side. Your FS is the type to mask their jealousy under cool composure. They are emotionally intelligent, self-restraint,. If someone flirts with you in front of them, they will not cause a scene will make things very obvious. Whenever they would see someone getting wayyy to close to you they are hit with the thought “ i need to rescue my person,” They will not act out immediately—but best believe they’ll remember it. And later? they’ll try to rationalize their emotions, convince themselves to let it go—but the Two of Cups suggests that deep down, they’ll need reassurance from you. Not that they don’t trust you, but rather, their feelings run deep and they just want to be reminded that you’re theirs.

The Devil is the obsessive thoughts creeping in at night, when they’re alone, replaying a moment over and over like, “Were they actually flirting? Was my FS enjoying it??” This isn’t toxic jealousy—it’s more of that “I don’t want to lose what’s mine” energy. I would say their super obsessive side is balanced by the presence of two of cups here so reagrless of anything, the’ll be the biggest shield of your relationship. You two have such a strong connection that even when jealousy creeps in, they ultimately trust your bond enough to not tuen into insecurity. But ohhh, they’ll find a way to remind you that you’re theirs—subtle, territorial gestures, low-key possessiveness in the most elegant way possible. These people are VERY CONDFIDENT. Expect things like a hand on your waist, pulling you closer mid-conversation, a little smirk when someone’s trying (and failing) to flirt with you. Casual dominance, bestie. (we all love that) 

The energy of this pile was super sexy ngl. good for my booktok girlies. 

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── .✦ PILE III

As soon as i looked at the spread the immediate thought hit me was, your future spouse is going to treat you like ROYALTY. So, picture this: Your future spouse? They’re so put together, they’ve got their life in check, they exude this natural confidence (like, they’re used to being the main character, okay?), and they don’t just casually do jealousy.no. this is a very secure energy. If they feel it, they feel it deep in their bones. It’s not dramatic, but it’s intensely present—not loud, but undeniable. The thing is, it’s not even about insecurity; it's about you being so precious to them that even the thought of someone else getting too close? Yeah, no, they’re not having it.

See, the Empress and the King of Wands together? That’s fire and devotion. You are the ultimate prize, the softest yet most powerful presence in their life, and they know it. And because they know it, they also know your worth, which means they see the way others see you too. Oh, and trust me—others see you. The way you glow? The way you hold yourself? The way you make even the most casual of interactions feel special? Yeah, your future spouse notices when someone starts acting just a little too friendly. And they don’t like it. The moment you get into a relationship with them, youre going to have the biggest glow up. 

This is where things get fun. So when they are jealous, They might not immediately lash out, but there’s definitely a shift—their words get a little sharper, they start inserting themselves into conversations they weren’t in before, and if they’re the more composed type, you’ll notice they suddenly have a lot to say about whoever is making them feel some type of way. But they’re so smooth with it. They’re not obvious. It’s like they play it off as if they’re just making an observation or a lighthearted joke, but there’s an edge to it. A warning. And if the other person doesn’t get the memo? Oh, honey. They will. Your person isn’t impulsive with their jealousy; they’re strategic about it. They’re the type to let people dig their own graves before stepping in. They’ll watch, wait, assess—is this just harmless interaction, or is someone really pushing it? And when they do step in? It’s game over. They’re asserting their presence, effortlessly, dominantly. It’s all in the control. They’ll make the other person feel like they’ve already lost before they even realized they were in a competition.

But bestie, the real magic? It’s in the aftermath. Because once you’re alone? OHHH. This is when their softness creeps in. The Page of Cups peeks through in the smallest ways—they won’t outright admit they were jealous (I mean, duh, pride), but suddenly they’re extra affectionate, extra attentive. And the cutest part? Deep down, they know they have nothing to worry about. You’re theirs, and they’re yours, and that’s not changing. This is such a power duo because we have the empress as well as king of cups in the spread. But bestie, the way they still can’t help but get a little possessive? ADORABLE. They’re not the type to get insecure, but they are the type to make sure that everyone—including you—knows exactly where they stand. They’re the King of Wands, after all. They own their throne, and they protect what’s theirs.

They don’t control—you’re free to do whatever you want—but ohhh, they will make sure you NEVER forget who you belong to. 😌🔥

And honestly That’s hot.

Now tell me, I need to know what divine force blessed you with this person. 💀💀

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[neigepomme]

cw // NSFW. caleb loves when you control him.

caleb's a big man — in more ways than one. however, when he's near you? just an oversized ragdoll for you to manhandle as you please.

the first time he realized that, you were pointing at something for him to see. unfortunately, his attention was on something else, and after losing your patience, you tug at his necklace for him to lean down.

poor guy almost came on the spot. the action wasn't even remotely sexual, but the fact that you felt comfortable enough to boss him around, control him? oh that did caleb in.

somehow, you also caught on. his nervous smile and red ears were telltale signs that he was impacted, and boy, it was bound to be lots of fun for you.

so you tried it out more often. just some inconspicuous stuff to gauge his reactions! no harm in discovery, right?

when he was leaving for work, you'd roughly grab his face with one hand and bring him down to your level to press a kiss on his puckered lips. 

“have a lovely day at work, baby. go get 'em colonel!”

you spoke with the sweetest tone you could muster, and caleb's flushed face and lovestruck smile was a delight to see so early in the morning. wishing you a good day as well, he heads over to the fleet — only to find out he has a hard-on. caleb deals with it in his office, before heading out to train the cadets (who realize their ever so scary colonel is capable of sporting a smile).

the next instance was when you two were out and about in a supermarket, picking out the ingredients for hot pot tonight. you stare at caleb when an older gentleman heads your way with his cart, wobbling around — and a mischievous idea quickly forms in your head. you quickly tug caleb's arm, pressing his body against yours when you flash him a smile, “oops. a cart was headed your way. ”

the pilot can't maintain eye contact, his pants suddenly feeling way tighter than usual. you were going to be the death of him if you kept going, but caleb would be lying if he said that dying to your hands wasn't the best way to go.

the time that cemented it in both of your minds, though, was when you were straddling his lap and making out with him on the living room couch. caleb was taking over your mouth, kissing you like a starved man, and you desperately needed to catch your breath — so you tugged on his hair, hard, in order to separate him from your mouth.

his hips bucked up into yours when you did that, and as the realization hit him, a vicious red blush took over his face.

“fuck pips, you can't keep doing that.”

funnily enough, his words didn't exactly match his actions. when you tugged a little harder in response, his hands grabbed onto your hips and dragged you against his, your clothed core rubbing against his growing bulge. you moan against his ear when a sound between a whimper and a groan comes out of his mouth.

“hmm, but i think you love it, don't you?”

that might be the understatement of the century, caleb thinks. he doesn't just love it, he adores it when you play rough with him — so teasing and unfair, it makes him want to push your buttons, so you keep on doing it.

and that's exactly what he plans on doing when he throws you over his shoulder and starts walking towards the bedroom.

“i do. love it when you control me.”

🍎 pomme's notes — h.. hey.... alexa put on control me by colde....

[eddiegettingshot]

okay so let's just recap what happened. maddie tells buck he should try making new friends because he's not coping well with his only friend eddie being gone. so buck tries to make friends with eddie's replacement, looking like a complete loser in the process, due to he doesn't know how to make friends and eddie's just a freak disguised as a pretty cool and normal dude. they manage to settle on an activity that eddie should probably not haunt (drinking) except for that buck is really intent on making sure eddie haunts everything and everyone so he spends the entire time talking about how he is eddie's princess and eddie is soooo good at stuff and has never done anything wrong in his life and he's so much fun, let's play this drinking game he taught me! ravi who is sick of this forcibly inserts tommy in his place and gets the hell out of there before buck can say eddie's name a billionth time. tommy doesn't really get what he's supposed to be doing there and doesn't give a shit until he learns that eddie is gone, upon which he Turns It On and they end up going back to. well. (tommy voice) eddie's house. buck has not unpacked a single thing and is never even there so they have tequila-drunk sex on a bare mattress without sheets or anything, there is definitely no lube available so it's definitely dry as fuck, and afterwards buck (drunk, just had sex) still has the wherewithal to change into his sleepytime shirt (he doesn't take his watch off though) before falling asleep, so it probably isn't all that athletic either. in the morning buck wakes up in an empty (sheetsless) bed and is like Haha okay he probably just left! but no. tommy's in eddie's kitchen and he has cooked 1 pound of bacon and 17 eggs and an entire fruit salad and chopped up celery and carrots and also cut 4 bagels AND brought champagne. to celebrate their dry ex sex they had on buck's bare mattress in eddie's house, which by the way he thinks it's super weird that they're in eddie's house, but hee hee eddie's gone so he can ignore it and GET IN THERE!!!!! like he's been waiting to do for months apparently. then for some reason when buck asks him if he's not afraid buck will break his heart anymore he decides the best response is to be like WELL YEAH NOW THAT YOUR BEST FRIEND HAS MOVED TO A DIFFERENT STATE. YOU KNOW, BECAUSE OF HIS FAMILY FALLING APART DUE TO HIS GRIEF. YEAH HE'S OUT OF THE WAY NOW SO IT'S ALL GOOD OVER HERE. HOW ABOUT SOME BUBBLY? and buck, understandably, is weirded out, and also freaked out, but even he is like. Ummmm. first of all eddie rented this house. and he's straight. so you're wrong about my feelings for him, which neither of those things address. also i don't have feelings for you btw. and then tommy walks out, leaving buck with approximately 80 united states dollars' worth of breakfast, so he can call an uber from eddie's front porch. and he has to sit there and wait for his uber, and probably he's thinking, Wow if i told buck i was getting an uber right now, buck would probably say, "me and eddie got an uber once!"

[ddejavvu]

Hello i had an idea for a Spencer fic! So the BAU team have a party and Spencer's sitting by himself cause he doesn't drink and he feels awkward and reader goes to sit with him to comfort him about how he doesn't have to drink to have fun. They spend the rest of the night together and Spencer asks if they could hang out more at some point :,)

Spencer's not alone, but he's not exactly with the group, either. He's sitting at the end of the table, and you remember Penelope had been with him at the start, but now she's several shots deep in Emily's lap, trying to peer down Morgan's shirt.

Spencer's tapping a long, lithe finger against the table like a metronome, his plush pink lip tucked beneath his front teeth as he stares into his water glass. There's shrieking and laughter from the opposite end of the table but you vacate your seat, beelining for the BAU's youngest member.

"You're not drinking, Reid?" You maintain a slight air of professionality, forgoing JJ's nickname, 'Spence', because you're still less than a month into joining the team. Spencer's kind with you- everyone is, but you're trying not to overstep.

"Oh, I'm not much of a drinker," He smiles, his chin angled up slightly, "I just prefer water."

"I don't blame you. Drinking makes me sleepy." You admit, "I'd pass out in half an hour if I tried Rossi's concoction."

"His cocktails are lethal," Reid's nose wrinkles, "He says it's because he's an old man and he needs the strong stuff. I just think he doesn't like having to pay attention to any of us when we talk."

"Both are probably true," You take the seat across from Spencer at the vacant side of the table, "You don't bring anything else to do? I know you usually carry a book with you."

"It's in my bag." Spencer grimaces, "Everyone always makes fun of me when I read instead of drinking, so I don't anymore."

"Go get it." You urge, "I have one in my bag too. They could- y'know, make fun of us."

Spencer's eyes narrow in thought, his brow furrowed slightly as he glances past you at the rest of the team. They're not paying attention to either of you anymore, too caught up in their own fun, and he reaches for the bag draped over the back of his chair.

It's thick, heavy, and looks like a volume that should be gathering dust in a magic library. But he opens it to a page near the beginning, and is already turning to the next before you can wrench your book out of your own bag.

You settle into the groove of reading, a comfortable silence that Spencer looks much happier with than sitting alone. He turns pages faster than you can fathom, and it's incredible to know he's reading every word the same as you are.

"You know," He starts, his eyes still on the page, "There's a nice cafe a few blocks down from work. I go there and read on Saturday mornings if we're not on a case. It's quiet, it's- good for reading." He chances a glance up at you, and finds you hooked on his every word.

"Yeah?"

"You should come with me sometime." He notes, his voice purposefully casual, "Uh, they have good croissants."

"I like croissants." You smile, "I'm free this Saturday, Reid."

"You can call me Spencer," He offers, "Uh- Morgan has his phone out."

Morgan is, in fact, taking pictures of you and Spencer with your books out, and you're sure they'll appear in your team group chat within the minute. But you don't care, and you knock your foot against Spencer's beneath the table.

"I'll be there at nine, Spencer."

[lhseungs]

* ˚ ✰    — ‘ BOTTOMS UP ’  p.jongseong

. . . WARNINGS / TAGS: smut 18+, mdni, alcohol, fingering, masturbation, breeding sorta?, overstimulation. wc - 920+

. . . SYNOPSIS: it’s valentine’s day and jay has forgotten and left you at a party for the fourth time this week.

. . . A/N: last copy, paste, and rewritten from my old account i swear. but this is so ass oh my god i’m sorry. i just felt rushed to release something. new and better stuff coming soon!

fourth party this week, you counted. three parties your boyfriend, jay, dragged you to so you can keep him company. each party, he would ditch you to hang out with some other friends, leaving you to sit at the bar until he told you it was time to go home. this party hurt much more than the others, though. it was valentine’s day and he hasn’t even mentioned it to you.

needless to say, you were tired of this shit.

so for the fourth time this week, you sat at the bar with a cocktail in hand. no one dared speak to you, too scared of your overprotective boyfriend to even attempt to make conversation with you. you rolled your eyes as a man glanced in your direction then quickly averted his gaze, fear in his eyes.

it’s been two hours since jay left you. you spotted him across the room, a glass cup of clear liquid half empty in his hands. he laughed at something another friend said and it angered you. how can he just leave you on the side while he goes and has fun? enough was enough.

you stood up from your seat and marched up to your boyfriend. “jay, can you come here for a second?”

he glanced down at you with a smile. “of course, sweetheart,” he said, walking you to an empty corner of the room and putting his cup down. “what’s up?”

that’s when you noticed it. there was a certain glint in his eye that made you forget your words, your surroundings, and everything about this damn party. as you tried to form words, he looked down at your dress, how it exposed so much to him, yet still not enough, then he looked up and that glint didn’t disappear. his gaze alone sent shivers down your spine and instead of complaining about the party, you grabbed his collar and connected his lips to yours.

he tasted like vodka, no shocker. his soft lips melted into yours as he kissed you back, pushing you up against the wall to deepen it. his fingers trailed down your exposed arm, then back up. his lips left your and kissed up your jawline to your ears. “now, what’s the problem sweetheart?” he whispered.

“if you leave me alone at a stupid party again and forget about valentine’s day,” you said as he continued to trail kisses down your neck, “i’ll kill you.”

jay barked out a laugh. “will you now?” you didn’t answer as he bit your skin. “well then. care to escape this ‘stupid party’ with me then?”

you didn’t even need to answer. jay lifted you up and carried you bridal-style out the party, not even stopping to say goodbye to anyone. you giggled into his shoulder as he carried you through the streets and ran to your shared house. he set you down and quickly unlocked the door. after entering and locking, he carried you again to your bedroom and gently placed you down on the bed.

“so, my dear valentine,” he said while slowly kissing down you neck again and unzipping your dress. “how can i make it up for you?”

“please,” you whispered. “fuck me.”

your dress slipped off of your body and jay’s hand rubbed circles on your exposed thighs. “what was that, darling? say it a little louder.”

“fuck me.”

“again.”

“fuck me, jay.”

“i can’t hear you.”

you screamed, “please, please, fuck me, jay.”

he faced you with a smirk. his hands ceased caressing your thighs and instead pushed you down against the bed. “roll over, sweetheart. i’m gonna make you feel so good.”

you obliged and lifted your ass to jay’s face. he pressed a finger against your clothed cunt and laughed. “you’re already so wet and i haven’t even touched you.”

you whimpered at the feeling. “more, more.”

“don’t worry, darling,” he said as he pulled your panties down to your ankles, revealing your glistening cunt.

he inserted one finger in, pumping it slowly. then two fingers, increasing his pace. you moaned loudly on the bed at the feeling, and jay took out his cock from the restraints of his pants and started fisting it. for every thrust with his fingers he did the same to his cock, his precum leaking down. he curled his fingers and that’s when you let out a scream.

“who’s making you feel like this?” jay panted, increasing the pace on both his cock and your pussy. he inserted another finger that had your face falling on the pillow.

“FUCK, you jay,” you screamed. your moans echoed the four walls of the bedroom. tears fell down your face as you screamed for more.

with a grunt, jay came in his palm. he stopped fingering you and flipped you over. before you were able to even open your mouth, jay took his hand full of cum and shoved it in your hole. you screamed as he thrusted his fingers faster, faster, faster. he had you seeing stars, had your head spinning, had you forgetting everything except his name.

“jay, i’m gonna-”

“cum all over my fingers, baby,” and you did exactly that. your legs shook as your orgasm washed over you, but jay’s fingers didn’t cease. you tried to push away, getting overstimulated by just his fingers alone, but instead he pulled you closer to him and continued his actions.

he chuckled darkly. “if you think that you won’t get punished for making me leave that party, you’re dead wrong.”

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[fnoemine]

Long Day Ahead

Synopsis: You are the Road Manager of tripleS, Accompanying Yooyeon for a day as she did all of her schedule.

Time Background: Around NXT Arrival

Genre: Rough Sex, Body Worship, Lactation, Thigh Fucking, Oral Fixation, Scent, Teasing, Lap-sitting, Missionary

Words: 6.6k++

It’s early—too damn early—but you’re already at the radio station, parked in the waiting room with Yooyeon, tripleS’s resident cool girl. She’s sipping an iced coffee you grabbed for her, looking fresh despite the 6 a.m. call time, her long legs crossed, headphones dangling around her neck.

The day’s first gig is a live interview, some bubbly DJ duo hyping up tripleS’s latest comeback. Yooyeon’s fine at first—chill, even—smiling that small, practiced smile, answering questions like “How’s the new song coming?” with her usual smooth vibe. “It’s fun, we worked hard on it,” she says, voice steady, glancing at you through the glass booth like you’re her anchor.

The DJs keep it light for a while—favorite foods, dorm stories—but then one of them, a guy with a too-loud laugh, pivots. “So, Yooyeon, fans always talk about your visuals—any pressure to keep up that ‘perfect’ image?” It’s innocent enough, but you catch the flicker in her eyes, the way her smile tightens just a fraction.

She’s used to this shit—idols get asked dumb stuff all the time—but it still lands weird. “Uh, not really,” she says, shifting in her seat, fingers tugging at her sleeve. “I just do my thing, y’know?” Her tone’s still calm, but there’s an edge now, a little discomfort she’s brushing off like a pro.

The other DJ, a woman with a sharp grin, doubles down. “Come on, you’ve got to feel something—all those eyes on you, calling you the ‘face’ of tripleS!” Yooyeon laughs, short and forced, brushing her hair back. “Sure, it’s flattering, I guess. Can we talk about the music?” She’s deflecting, steering it back, and the DJs take the hint, moving on.

You’re leaning against the wall outside, arms crossed, watching her handle it—uncomfortable but tough, keeping that cool mask up. She’s got this, no doubt, but you can tell it’s chipping at her mood, the first crack in what’s about to be a long-ass day. You haven’t stepped in yet—she doesn’t need you to—but you’re ready, clocking every shift in her vibe as the interview wraps.

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The radio gig’s done by 9 a.m., and you’re back in the van, driving Yooyeon across Seoul to her next stop—a midday photoshoot for some fashion mag. She’s quiet on the ride, slouched in the passenger seat this time, staring out the window with her earbuds in, scrolling her phone.

You glance over—she’s still got that cool, composed look, but her jaw’s tight, her thumb flicking a little too fast. “You good?” you ask, keeping it casual, eyes on the road. She shrugs, popping an earbud out. “Yeah, just—whatever. Long day ahead.” Her voice is flat, tired already, but she forces a small smile, like she’s trying to convince herself more than you.

You pull up to the studio, a sleek warehouse setup with lights and racks of clothes everywhere. Yooyeon’s ushered in, transformed with makeup and a flowy outfit—high fashion, all sharp angles and bold colors. She’s a pro, hitting poses like it’s second nature, tilting her head just right, giving the camera those piercing looks she’s famous for. For a while, she’s killing it—directors nodding, photographers muttering “perfect”—and you’re leaning against a wall, arms crossed, proud she’s pushing through.

But then the director, some wiry guy with a clipboard and too much energy, starts piling on. “Yooyeon, more intensity—lift your chin higher—no, softer now—turn left—hold it—now jump, but make it natural!” It’s request after request, nonstop, and you see her falter, her shoulders stiffening, that cool mask slipping as she tries to keep up.

She’s still giving her best, but it’s too much—her moves get sharper, less fluid, and her eyes flick to you for a split second, a silent help. That’s your cue.

You step forward, clearing your throat, cutting through the chaos. “Hey, Director-nim,” you say, firm but polite, “can we ease up a bit? Yooyeon’s got a packed schedule today—radio, this, fan stuff later. She’s killing it, but let’s not burn her out, yeah? Gotta keep her mood solid.”

The director blinks, annoyed, but he knows you’re right—idols aren’t machines. He grumbles, “Fine, five-minute break,” waving her off. Yooyeon exhales, stepping aside, mouthing a quick “Thanks” to you as she grabs a water bottle. Her face is still tense, but there’s relief there, and you nod back—got her back, always.

The photoshoot drags on for another hour after your intervention, but Yooyeon powers through—poses sharp, eyes fierce, even with the director dialing it back. You’re watching from the sidelines, arms crossed, noting how her jaw clenches tighter with every flash, how her hands flex like she’s holding it together by a thread.

Finally, the director claps his hands, yelling, “Cut! That’s a wrap!” and it’s like a switch flips. Yooyeon doesn’t even wait for the crew to thank her—she’s done. She storms off the set, yanking at the heavy accessories pinned to her outfit, her face a mess of exhaustion and irritation.

“Get this things off me,” she mutters, loud enough for you to hear, ripping off a chunky necklace and tossing it onto a table, the clatter echoing. She’s peeling away the photoshoot glam—earrings, bracelets, some glittery sash—dumping it all as she marches toward the exit, her heels clicking hard against the floor.

Her makeup’s still perfect, but her expression? Pure fuck this—lips pressed thin, eyes narrowed, cheeks flushed from hours of holding it in. You grab her bag and jacket, jogging to catch up as she barrels out the studio door, not looking back.

She hits the fresh air outside and stops, hands on her hips, breathing heavy like she’s shedding the whole damn day. “Yooyeon,” you say, stepping up beside her, holding out her jacket.

She glances at you, exhales sharp through her nose, and snatches it, shrugging it on. “I’m so over this,” she snaps, voice low but shaky, rubbing her temples. “They act like I’m a doll—pose this, do that, smile prettier. Get off.” She’s blabbering now, exhaustion spilling out, and you just nod—letting her vent, knowing she’s been a trooper but even Yooyeon’s got a limit.

You’re standing outside the studio with Yooyeon, her jacket half-on, hair a little messy from tearing off the shoot gear, her face still flushed with that mix of exhaustion and piss-off. She’s pacing a little, like she’s trying to shake the day off her, and you step closer, hands in your pockets.

“Yooyeon,” you say, voice calm, testing the waters. “You wanna take a break? Grab a coffee, hit a restaurant—something to catch your breath before the fan sign? You’ve been going nonstop.”

She stops pacing, looks at you sharp, like she’s weighing it, then shakes her head quick. “No,” she says, firm, brushing her hair back with a tired hand. “I just wanna get this over with. Finish the damn schedule so I can crash early and not deal with anyone.”

Her voice is clipped, resolute—classic Yooyeon, pushing through even when she’s running on fumes. She zips her jacket up, exhaling hard, and nods toward the van. “Let’s go. Fans are waiting, right?” You catch the flicker of determination in her eyes—she’s beat, yeah, but she’s not about to slack off now.

You nod back, respecting it, and head to the driver’s side. “Alright, your call. Fan sign it is.” She climbs into the passenger seat, slumping down, staring out the window again, already bracing herself for the next round. You start the engine, knowing she’s tough as hell but wondering how long she can keep this up before she really breaks.

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You pull up to the venue—a small event hall buzzing with fans clutching albums and lightsticks, the air thick with excitement. It’s the last stop: a fan meet-and-sign, tripleS’s usual group thing, and Yooyeon’s finally not alone. She’s with the other members now—Hyerin, Yubin, maybe a few more—chattering and laughing as they pile out of the van, their energy a stark contrast to her drained silence.

You’re hoping they’ll lift her up, pull her out of that sour funk she’s been stewing in all day. The girls usually tease Yooyeon—she’s the cool, aloof one, easy to poke fun at—and normally she rolls with it, smirking back. Maybe they’ll cheer her up, you think, trailing behind with her bag.

But it doesn’t go that way. The event kicks off, fans screaming as the members line up on stage, waving, signing albums, playing their usual games. Yooyeon’s there, forcing smiles, pen in hand, but you can see it—she’s brittle, barely holding on.

The members don’t clock it; they don’t know she’s been through hell today, the radio digs, the photoshoot grind. Yubin starts it, leaning over with a grin, “Yooyeon-unnie, you look like you’re ready to nap through this—did you stay up gaming again?” The crowd laughs, Hyerin piles on, “Yeah, she’s probably mad her KDA fly last night!” It’s their usual ribbing, lighthearted to them, but Yooyeon’s not laughing. Her jaw tightens, eyes darken, and she mutters, “Hilarious,” under her breath, but it’s sharp, not playful.

The teasing keeps going—another member flicks her hair, “Unnie’s too cool to smile today!”—and that’s it. Yooyeon snaps. She drops her pen mid-signature, stands up abruptly, chair scraping loud, and walks off stage without a word.

The fans gasp, the members freeze, mid-laugh, staring after her like what the hell? Yubin calls out, “Unnie, come on, it’s just a joke!” but Yooyeon’s already gone, disappearing behind the curtain, leaving them to play it off awkwardly. You’re by the sidelines, watching it unfold, knowing she’s not being dramatic—she’s just done, the day’s bullshit piling up ‘til she couldn’t take one more hit.

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Yooyeon’s off stage, vanished behind the curtain, leaving the fan sign in awkward chaos—the members scrambling to keep the energy up, fans whispering, the whole vibe off-kilter. You’re about to follow her, check if she’s okay, when your phone buzzes.

It’s management, a text that hits like a punch: One more schedule for Yooyeon tonight—collab shoot with a content creator, 9 p.m. Pays big. She’s free all day tomorrow to rest.

You stare at it, gut sinking. Another fucking thing? Today’s already been a meat grinder for her—radio, photoshoot, fans piling on, and now the members tipping her over the edge. You hate this part of the job, being the bearer of bad news, especially when she’s clearly frayed to the breaking point.

You slip backstage, finding her slumped in a folding chair, elbows on her knees, head in her hands. Her jacket’s half-off, hair a mess from running her fingers through it, and she doesn’t even look up when you step in. “Yooyeon,” you start, voice low, hesitant, “you okay?” She huffs, not moving.

“Do I look okay? I’m done with today.” Her tone’s biting, frustration spilling out, and you can’t blame her—she’s been a trooper, but everyone’s got a limit.

You shift your weight, dreading what’s next. “Yeah, I get it. Rough as hell out there. But, uh… management just texted. They added one more thing tonight—a shoot with some content creator, 9 p.m. Pays good, though, and you’re off all day tomorrow.”

She snaps her head up, eyes narrowing like you just slapped her. “You’re kidding, right?” she says, voice low but venomous, standing up fast. “Another fucking schedule? Today?” Her hands ball into fists, and you hold yours up quick, trying to soften it.

“I know, I know—it sucks. I hate telling you this. You’ve been through enough already.” She stares at you, breathing hard, then turns away, kicking the chair leg with a sharp thud.

“Fine. Whatever. Let’s just get it done,” she mutters, resigned but pissed, grabbing her bag. You feel like shit, trailing after her, knowing she’s running on fumes and you’re the one dragging her back into the fire.

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You pull up to the shoot location at 8 p.m., a small studio decked out with lights and a green screen, the crew already buzzing to prep for this last-minute gig. Yooyeon’s in the passenger seat, silent the whole ride, her grumpy face set in stone—lips pressed thin, brows furrowed, arms crossed tight.

You park, grab your clipboard, and lead her inside for the briefing. It’s a quick collab with some hotshot content creator—30-minute record, plus setup and wrap, one hour total.

She flips through the script you hand her, scanning lines with a scowl, muttering under her breath, “Stupid… so stupid.” She’s enduring it, barely, the promise of a full day off tomorrow the only thing keeping her from walking out right then.

You’re running through the rundown with the crew—basic Q&A, some goofy poses—when the clock ticks past 9 p.m. The content creator’s late. Five minutes turns to fifteen, then forty-five, and Yooyeon’s patience—already razor-thin—snaps.

She’s pacing now, heels clicking hard, tossing the script on a table. “Where is the guy? I’m not here to wait around,” she spits, voice loud enough to make the crew flinch. You try to smooth it, “He’s stuck in traffic—almost here,” but she just glares, “Yeah, sure,” and slumps into a chair, tapping her foot like a bomb timer.

Finally, the dude rolls in—some smug YouTuber type, all apologies and charm—and she doesn’t even look at him, just stands up, ready to get it over with.

The shoot goes off, miraculously smooth despite the delay. Yooyeon’s a pro—nails the lines, hits the marks, even fakes a laugh or two—but it’s mechanical, no heart in it. The creator’s hyped, oblivious, cracking jokes she doesn’t bite at.

The second the director calls “cut” at 10:15, she’s done.

No goodbyes, no “nice work”—she grabs her jacket, shoves her bag over her shoulder, and storms out, heels echoing as she beelines for the van.

You’re left nodding at the crew, “Uh, thanks, she’s just tired,” before jogging after her. She’s already in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead, not a word, like she couldn’t give less of a damn about the shoot, the pay, or anything but crashing the second she’s home.

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You slide into the driver’s seat, the van door slamming shut behind you as Yooyeon sits there, rigid in the passenger seat, staring out the windshield like she’s plotting someone’s murder. The shoot’s done, the night’s finally over, but the air’s thick—her silence louder than any rant.

You start the engine, pulling out of the lot, the hum of the road filling the quiet. She’s got her arms crossed, jacket pulled tight, and her face is still that grumpy mask, exhaustion etched deep in the lines around her eyes. You steal a glance—she’s Yooyeon, tripleS’s ice queen, but right now she’s just a tired girl who’s had enough.

“Freaking clown show,” she mutters after a minute, breaking the silence, voice low and bitter.

“Forty-five minutes late, and he’s grinning like it’s fine. I should’ve just left.” She’s talking more to herself than you, but you nod anyway, keeping your eyes on the road.

“Yeah, that was bullshit,” you say, casual but firm, agreeing without pushing. “You did good, though—nailed it, even pissed off.” She snorts, a half-laugh, half-scoff, uncrossing her arms to rub her temples. “Good? I was on autopilot. Hope he chokes on the footage.”

You let the quiet settle again, streetlights flickering past, then try something softer.

“Day’s done now. Crash tomorrow—all day. You earned it.” She shifts, glancing at you for the first time, her expression softening just a notch—not much, but enough. “Yeah,” she says, quieter, leaning her head back against the seat. “Gonna sleep ‘til I forget today happened.”

A beat passes, then she adds, dry but almost playful, “You’re not off the hook, though—management’s still your fault.”

You smirk, “Fair. I’ll take the hit.” She rolls her eyes, but there’s a ghost of a smile, and for a second, the tension cracks—just you two, the road, and her thawing out, one grudging word at a time.

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The van’s rolling through Seoul’s quiet streets, the city lights smearing past as Yooyeon slumps deeper into the passenger seat, her head lolling against the headrest. She’s still got that worn-out edge, but the sharp bite in her voice has dulled, softened by the promise of rest.

You keep your hands loose on the wheel, glancing over at her. “Hey,” you say, breaking the hum of the engine, “wanna stop somewhere first? Grab some food, maybe hit a convenience store—whatever you’re feeling?” It’s an olive branch, a chance to unwind before crashing.

She doesn’t answer right away, just stares out the window, then shakes her head slow. “No,” she murmurs, voice raspy, shifting to sit up a little.

“I’m not hungry. Just—pull over somewhere, okay? I need a massage.” She rolls her shoulders, wincing slightly, and you can see it—the day’s tension knotted up in her neck, her back, all those hours of posing and faking smiles. You raise an eyebrow, half-smirking.

“A massage? What, you think I’m a spa on wheels now?” She shoots you a look—grumpy but almost amused. “You’re my manager, figure it out. I’m stiff as hell.”

You chuckle, spotting a quiet side street up ahead and easing the van over, parking under a dim streetlamp. “Alright” you say, killing the engine, turning to face her. “Where’s it hurt?” She points at her shoulders, then her neck, slumping back with a groan.

“Everywhere. Just—do something, I don’t care.” She’s exhausted and demanding, and now you’re her impromptu masseuse, stuck in a parked van with a job you didn’t sign up for—but you’re not complaining, not really.

You shift closer, sliding behind her seat, hands hovering over her jacket. “Alright, let’s see,” you mutter, starting safe, pressing your thumbs into her shoulders, kneading the knots there. She’s stiff as hell—muscles tight, locked up from the day—and she barely reacts, just tilts her head back, eyes closed, letting out a tired, “Harder.”

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You dig in deeper, working her traps, but your hands slip lower, testing the waters, brushing her chest, then squeezing her boobs over the fabric, bold and reckless. She doesn’t flinch—doesn’t even open her eyes. “Yooyeon—uh, is this… good?” you ask, half-expecting a slap, but she just sighs, voice flat.

“Yeah, whatever. They’re stiff too—everything hurts. Do what you want, just make me relax.” Her boobs are firm, tense like the rest of her, and she’s sitting there unbothered, giving you free rein.

You’re thrown—heart pounding, dick stirring—but you roll with it, squeezing harder, massaging her chest like it’s part of the deal, trying to ease the tension there. “Dammit,” you mutter under your breath, hands working her over, feeling her softness through her shirt, her bra.

She exhales slow, a little softer now, sinking into the seat. “That’s… better,” she mumbles, still deadpan, like you’re not groping her, like it’s just another massage trick. You push further, sliding a hand under her shirt, skin-on-skin, cupping her bare tit—warm, heavy, her nipple stiff against your palm. She doesn’t care, just shifts slightly, letting you.

“Anything, huh?” you say, voice low, and she nods, barely audible, “Anything. Just… do it.” You’re in deep now, kneading her chest, her shoulders, whatever it takes—her rules, her exhaustion, and you’re the one making her unwind, no limits, no fucks given.

You’re behind Yooyeon now, the van’s dim interior closing in, her body sinking into the seat as your hands work her chest—thumbs circling her stiff nipples under her shirt, kneading her tits hard, feeling her soften under your grip.

She’s still got her eyes closed, breathing slow, that grumpy wall cracking as she starts to relax. You lean in closer, face brushing her hair, and catch her scent—vanilla, sweat, a hint of her perfume from the shoot. It hits you, primal and sharp, and you can’t stop yourself—burying your nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling deep, her warmth radiating against your skin.

She tilts her head slightly, giving you more space, and that’s your cue. Your lips graze her neck, then you bite—soft at first, teeth sinking in just enough to mark her, tasting the salt of her skin.

She gasps, a low, shaky “Ahhh…” slipping out, but her eyes stay shut, body melting further into you. Your hands don’t stop—rubbing her boobs harder, squeezing, feeling her nipples pebble under your palms, her bra shoved up now, bare skin yours to claim. You bite again, sharper this time, sucking the spot, and she moans—quiet, raw, her shoulders loosening, tension bleeding out.

“Yooyeon,” you mutter against her neck, voice rough, sniffing her again—addicted to her smell—while your hands roam, possessive, relentless. She’s limp in your hold, starting to relax, not caring how far you take it.

“Keep going,” she whispers, barely audible, head lolling back against you, and it’s clear—she’s letting go, trusting you to unravel her completely, no matter how messy it gets.

You’ve got Yooyeon pinned against the seat, your mouth still on her neck—kissing, biting, sucking—her skin hot and salty under your lips, her scent flooding your senses.

One hand’s cupping her neck, thumb brushing her pulse, feeling it race, while the other’s under her shirt, playing with her boobs—squeezing, rolling her nipples between your fingers, her bra long pushed aside.

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She’s starting to let go, body slumping against you, but her mouth’s running now, words spilling out in a messy, tired rant. “Fucking listen to me,” she mumbles, voice slurry, eyes still shut tight. “I’ve been working my ass off all day—radio, photos, fans, that dumbass creator—so fucking hard, and I’m done.”

She shifts, pressing her chest harder into your hand, like she’s demanding more, her breath hitching as you bite her neck again, harder this time.

“You’re my manager, right? You do what I say—every damn word,” she slurs, half-moaning, half-ordering, her fingers gripping your arm. “I’ve earned this—earned a fucking break—so make me relax, now, however you want, just—fuck—do it.” She’s blabbering, a mix of exhaustion and need, she is unloading all her frustration while you’re working her over, her tits soft and heavy in your grip, her neck marked red from your teeth.

You pull back just enough to mutter against her skin, “Yeah, I hear you—worked too damn hard, huh?” then dive back in, sucking harder, hands roaming—squeezing her chest, tracing her curves—obeying her every slurred command.

She groans, “Yes—fuck, like that,” head tipping back, finally relaxing, giving in completely, trusting you to take the reins and melt her stress away, no matter how rough or reckless it gets.

Yooyeon’s still rambling, her voice a tired, needy mess—“Fuck, just keep going, I deserve this”—while you’re sucking her neck, hands kneading her tits, feeling her unwind under you.

But then she shifts, sudden and bold, twisting around in the seat to face you. Before you can react, she’s swinging a leg over, climbing onto your lap, straddling you—her thighs clamping tight around your hips, her chest pressing against yours. Her hands snake up, wrapping around your shoulders, fingers digging into your back as she locks eyes with you, dark and wild, exhaustion mixing with raw want.

She doesn’t wait—she crashes her lips onto yours, hard and messy, kissing you like she’s unloading every second of her shitty day into it. Her mouth’s hot, desperate, tasting faintly of mint from some gum she chewed earlier, and she’s not holding back—tongue shoving in, sloppy and hungry, moaning into you as her hands grip tighter.

You kiss her back, just as fierce, one hand sliding up her back, the other still cupping her boob, squeezing hard through her shirt. “Fuck, Yooyeon,” you mutter against her lips, but she doesn’t stop—deepens it, biting your bottom lip, grinding her hips down on you, her shorts riding up as she presses herself closer.

Her boobs are mashed against your chest now, soft and heavy, and she’s rocking into you, friction building, her breath hitching between kisses. “More—,” she gasps, pulling back just to yank her shirt up over her head, tossing it aside, leaving her in just a bra that’s barely holding on. She grabs your hands, slamming them back onto her tits, “Touch me,” and dives in again, kissing you harder, tongue wrestling yours, her whole body trembling but alive—she is on your lap, demanding you unravel her completely, no limits, no stopping.

Yooyeon’s on your lap, her shirt gone, bra barely clinging to her chest as she kisses you raw—tongue clashing, lips bruising, her hands tugging your hair. She’s grinding down hard, her shorts shifting, thighs flexing, all heat and need.

You break the kiss, panting, and drop your mouth to her chest—yanking her bra down, freeing her tits, full and heavy, nipples already stiff. Latching onto one, sucking hard, tongue flicking fast over the bud. She gasps sharp—“Ahh, yes, like that!”—arching into you, her hands gripping your shoulders, urging you on.

You suck harder, relentless, teeth grazing her nipple, and then it happens—a warm, faint trickle hits your tongue, sweet and unexpected. Milk.

She’s lactating, and she doesn’t flinch—just pats your head, soft but firm, like she’s guiding you. “Keep going—milk me,” she moans, voice low and wrecked, her hips still rolling against you. You don’t stop—sucking deeper, pulling the thin stream into your mouth, the taste mixing with her skin, her scent, driving you wild. Your other hand squeezes her free tit, coaxing more out, a bead forming, dripping down your fingers as you work her over.

She’s trembling now, panting, her hands sliding to your neck, petting you like you’re her damn pet, her body shuddering under the release. You switch nipples, sucking just as hard, milk flowing freer now, wetting your lips, your chin, her chest slick with it.

She’s straddling you in this van, letting you drain her, her exhaustion turning into something raw and primal—patting you, moaning, completely lost in it as you milk her dry, no boundaries left between you.

Yooyeon’s straddling you, moaning as you suck her nipples dry, milk dripping down your chin, her hands petting your head while her tits tremble in your grip. She’s a mess—panting, half-gone—but you’re not done.

You grab her waist, sudden and rough, lifting her just enough to flip her down onto the car seat. She yelps, “Fuck!” as you pin her flat on her back, the leather creaking under her. You snatch her arms, yanking them up over her head, pinning them there with one hand, her wrists trapped in your grip. She squirms, but she’s too tired, too into it, to fight back.

And there they are—her armpits, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, the ones fans lose their minds over in comments, thirsting for a glimpse. Exposed now, bare and raw, they’re yours.

You dive in, no hesitation—tongue flat, licking a slow, hungry stripe up her left pit. It’s sweet, salty, a sharp tang of her natural scent hitting you hard—unfiltered, musky, pure Yooyeon.

“Shit—!” she gasps, twitching under you, but you don’t stop, licking again, deeper, tasting her, the mix of sweat and skin driving you fucking crazy. Her body odor’s intense, primal, and it’s got you hooked, your dick throbbing harder in your jeans.

She’s pinned, helpless, her tits still leaking faintly, her chest heaving as you lick her pit clean, then switch to the other—sucking this time, burying your face in it, her scent overwhelming, dizzying. “You’re fucking insane,” she breathes, voice shaky, but there’s a thrill in it, her arms flexing against your hold, not to escape but to feel it more.

You growl against her skin, “You said anything—just relax,” and keep going, licking, tasting, losing yourself in her, she is sprawled out under you, her glistening pits the star of this wild, unhinged moment.

You’ve got Yooyeon pinned to the car seat, her arms still locked above her head, her pits slick from your tongue, her tits heaving as she catches her breath.

You’re too far gone now—hands dropping to her jeans, yanking the zipper down fast, tugging them off her hips with a rough pull. Her panties come next, a quick rip down her legs, and there they are—her tight, toned thighs, smooth and glistening with a faint sheen of sweat, flexing slightly as she shifts under you.

It’s too much—your cock’s straining, aching, and you can’t hold back anymore. You fumble with your jeans, freeing yourself, hard and throbbing, and slide it right between those perfect thighs.

“Fuck—Yooyeon,” you groan, pressing her legs together, trapping your dick in that tight, warm gap, starting to thrust—rubbing against her skin, the friction insane, raw and kinky.

She hesitates, eyes flickering open, a little thrown. “You can just fuck me, y’know,” she says, voice shaky, still dazed but offering, her thighs parting slightly like she’s giving in.

But you shake your head, grinning dark. “No—want this first. Neck, pits, thighs—then we’ll get there.” You’re hooked on the build-up, the weird, wild shit—her neck bitten red, her armpits licked clean, now her thighs squeezing you as you fuck them hard, the leather seat creaking under the motion.

She’s not used to this, sprawled out, jeans off, letting you use her body like this. She doesn’t stop you, though—just lies there, breathing heavy, thighs flexing instinctively as you thrust between them, pre-cum slicking her skin. “You’re fucking weird,” she mutters, half-amused, half-exhausted, but she doesn’t fight it—lets you have your way, her hesitation fading as she relaxes into it, trusting you to chase whatever kinky high you’re after before the real deal.

You’re thrusting between Yooyeon’s tight thighs, her skin slick with sweat and your pre-cum, the friction driving you wild as her legs flex around your cock. The van’s rocking slightly, windows fogging up, the air thick with her scent—neck, pits, now this—and she’s just lying there, letting you use her however you want.

Her jeans and panties are bunched at her ankles, her thighs trembling from the pressure, and you’re grunting low, “Fuck—feels so good,” hands gripping her hips to keep her steady as you fuck harder, faster, chasing that edge.

She’s watching you now, eyes half-open, still dazed but curious—her breath hitching every time your cock slides close to her pussy but doesn’t go in. “You’re really into this, huh?” she says, voice raspy, a faint smirk tugging at her lips despite herself.

She shifts her thighs, squeezing them tighter around you, and it’s like a goddamn vice—your head spins, hips jerking, the heat building too fast. “Yeah—love it,” you mutter, one hand sliding up to squeeze her tit again, still wet from her milk, the other pinning her thigh in place. She moans soft, “Weird… but okay,” relaxing more, letting you grind into her, her hesitation gone.

Your cock’s throbbing now, trapped between her thighs, brushing her pussy lips with every thrust but not entering—not yet. You lean down, biting her neck again, tasting her sweat, her pulse racing under your tongue, and she gasps, “Shit!” Her hands grab your shoulders, not pushing, just holding on, nails digging in as you fuck her thighs raw, the kinky rush—neck, pits, now this—pushing you closer to losing it completely. She’s limp under you, pliant, letting you take her apart piece by piece, and you know the real fuck’s coming soon—but this? This is the appetizer, and you’re savoring every second.

You’re still fucking Yooyeon’s thighs, her tight, sweaty skin gripping your cock as you thrust, her moans soft and ragged under you. But you want more—want her to feel it all.

You pull back, hands rough, yanking her panties the rest of the way off her ankles, tossing them aside. There it is—her pussy, pink and wet, glistening in the dim van light, lips swollen and begging. She’s sprawled out, thighs spread, chest heaving, and you can see it in her eyes—she’s ready to finally let go, to relax into you completely.

You shift, grabbing your cock—hard, slick with her sweat and pre-cum—and slide it down, rubbing the tip against her pussy mouth, slow and deliberate. Not in yet—just teasing, tracing her slit, brushing her clit, watching her twitch every time you graze it. “Ahh..” she breathes, voice breaking, hips lifting slightly, chasing you, wanting it.

You smirk, keeping it light, dragging your cockhead through her wetness, coating it, making her squirm. “Relax, Yooyeon,” you mutter, low and rough, “gonna feel good soon,” and she whimpers, “Please—just do it,” her hands clutching your arms, nails biting in.

She’s tense, needy, her pink pussy dripping, and you’re loving it—rubbing yourself against her, feeling her heat, her slickness, drawing it out ‘til she’s panting, desperate. You bite her neck again, sucking hard, one hand squeezing her tit, the other guiding your cock, teasing her entrance, dipping just the tip in then pulling back. “Just—stop teasing!” she gasps, half-laughing, half-pissed, her body trembling under you, and you know you’ve got her right where you want—unraveling, begging, ready to take you and finally relax after this hell of a day.

You’ve got Yooyeon trembling beneath you, her wet, pink pussy slick against your cock as you tease her entrance, her please—“Stop teasing!”—ringing in your ears.

Enough games—you’re done holding back. You grab her hips, hard, yanking her up just enough, and thrust in—deep, rough, no warning, burying your cock all the way in her tight heat.

She cries out, “Shit—!” back arching off the seat, her nails clawing your arms as you slam into her, fast and relentless, the van rocking with every stroke.

Her pussy’s gripping you, hot and wet, squeezing tight as you fuck her hard—none of that slow buildup now, just raw, brutal need.

“Fuck—yes, like that!” she moans, voice breaking, her legs wrapping around your waist, pulling you deeper. You don’t stop—hips snapping, skin slapping skin, her thighs quaking, her tits bouncing with every thrust. You lean down, biting her neck again, sucking hard enough to bruise, one hand pinning her wrist above her head, the other digging into her hip as you pound her into the leather seat unraveling completely under you.

She’s loud—gasping, cursing, “Harder—fuck me, harder!”—and you give it to her, slamming in so deep she’s shaking, her pussy clenching, soaking you as you rail her without mercy. The air’s thick—sweat, sex, her moans filling the van—and you’re grunting, “Gonna relax now, huh?” She nods, frantic, eyes squeezed shut, “Yes—fuck, yes!” and you feel her starting to break, her body giving in, tension snapping as you fuck her rough and fast, no teasing, just taking her hard ‘til she’s gone.

You’re slamming into Yooyeon, rough and fast, her pussy tight and soaking around your cock, the seat creaking under the force of every thrust. She’s a mess—moaning, shaking, her legs locked around you—and you don’t let up, one hand sliding down between her thighs, fingers finding her clit.

You rub it hard, fast circles, matching the brutal pace of your hips, and she jolts like she’s been shocked, “Fuck—, yes!” her voice raw, head thrown back as you fuck her senseless, grinding her clit under your thumb, driving her wild.

She’s losing it—body tensing, pussy clenching tighter, and then she cums, hard and sudden, a sharp “Shit—!” ripping from her throat. Her squirt gushes out, hot and wet, soaking your cock, your hand, dripping down her thighs onto the seat, breaking apart under you, trembling, gasping as it hits her.

But you’re not done—your dick’s still rock hard, pulsing, and you keep going, thrusting deep through her climax, her warmth wrapping you tighter now, slicker, hotter from her release. “Fuck—so hot down there,” you grunt, feeling her pussy quiver, still gripping you as you pound her relentlessly.

She’s whimpering now, oversensitive, “Fuck, I—” but you don’t stop, hips snapping, clit still under your fingers, rubbing ‘til she’s twitching, her squirt making everything slippery, messy.

You’re close, heat building fast, her wet, shuddering pussy pushing you to the edge, but you hold on, fucking her through it, chasing your own finish while she’s sprawled there, wrecked and panting, totally at your mercy.

You’re hammering into Yooyeon, her pussy drenched and pulsing around you, clit twitching under your fingers as you fuck her hard, her squirt still slicking everything. She’s a wreck—whimpering, shaking, oversensitive—but you’re teetering on the edge, heat surging, cock throbbing, too close to hold back.

“Fuck—gonna cum,” you growl, and in that split second, you pull out—her pussy gaping, wet and hot, her thighs trembling as you leave her empty. She gasps, “What—!” but you’re already moving, fast, grabbing her head, yanking her up toward you.

You shove your cock into her mouth, no pause—rough, deep, hitting the back of her throat. She gags, eyes watering, but doesn’t pull away, lips wrapping tight around you as you thrust once, twice, and then it hits.

“Shit—!” You cum hard, hot spurts flooding her mouth, pulsing down her throat as you grip her hair, holding her there. She’s, taking it all—moaning around you, swallowing fast, her tongue flicking against you as you empty yourself, every last drop. You pull out slow, her lips slick with spit and cum, a string dangling as she coughs, panting, staring up at you, dazed but sated.

You collapse back, breathing ragged, cock slick and softening, while she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, slumping against the seat. The van’s a mess—sweat, cum, her squirt soaking the leather—and she mutters, “Finally relaxed,” voice hoarse, a tired smirk tugging at her lips. You grin back, spent, knowing you’ve just wrecked her in the best way after her hell of a day.

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You’re slumped back in the driver’s seat, chest heaving, the air heavy with sweat and sex, Yooyeon sprawled beside you—lips still glistening with your cum, her breathing slowing as she wipes her mouth, smirking that tired, satisfied smirk. The van’s a disaster—leather wet, windows fogged—and you’re cooling down, adrenaline fading, but your cock? Still hard, big and heavy, twitching like it’s got a mind of its own. She notices, glancing down, and you catch her eye, grinning dark.

You grabbing your dick—thick, slick from her—and lean over, spanking her face with it, a light slap-slap against her cheek. She jolts, eyes widening, then laughs, low and hoarse, “Wh—what the hell?”

You do it again, harder, the wet smack echoing in the tight space, and say, “Good girl, Yooyeon—real good today.”

Your voice is rough, praising her, and you drag your cock across her lips, teasing, leaving a faint streak of cum and spit. She doesn’t flinch—just smirks wider, sticking her tongue out a little, licking the tip like it’s nothing.

“Worked hard, took it all—proud of you,” you add, tapping her face one last time with it, then leaning back, cock still up, unapologetic.

She’s flushed and wrecked, chuckling soft, “Thanks, I guess,” as she adjusts her bra, pulls her shorts up, still dazed but clearly pleased. The tension’s gone—she’s relaxed, fucked out, and you’ve capped it with this dirty, playful little encore.

[spinfins]

How do you think Emmrich would handle meeting Templars? I’m sure he’s met some before, but when Emmrich and Harding were planning thier camping trip to ferelden, all I could think about is how Emmrich, being a necromancer, would make some templars feel uneasy!

I don’t think it would go well 😬

There’s a codex about templars in Nevarra written by Emmrich. He makes it clear that the mages in the Necropolis treat them with a kind of polite dismissal. Like: “Oh? You’re still here? You may go now.”

But on the other hand, Emmrich can be naïve about certain things outside Nevarra.

And even the BEST southern templar is going to be a lyrium addicted, trigger-happy SWAT guy, full of Chantry rhetoric about how mages are just one step away from exploding with evil.

So we take an AVERAGE southern templar, probably already spooked by how the south has EXPLODED in blight and demons, and surrounded by a gang of his buddies and we place him face to face with a powerful mage that speaks to skulls for fun and isn’t a cowering mess?

Uh oh.

I think it would go something like this:

Harding: oh shit! Those aren’t bears!

Emmrich is probably reading one of the nine books he brought with him, wearing his dressing gown, and it just so happens to be the book with a lurid skull on the front. Plus the skull staff he never lets go of is across his lap.

Templar 1: why are you camping out here in the middle of the blight to end all blights?!

(Fair question, Harding)

Templar 2: oh shit! Necromancer! NECROMANCER!

Everybody flips out.

Harding: hold on! We’re not a threat!

Emmrich: what on earth?!

Templar 1: drop your weapons!

Too late! Templar 2 has already drawn his sword and smites Emmrich while swinging his blade.

Nobody knows if its the smite or Emmrich’s reflexes that save him from the swing by dropping him to the ground, but he is rather surprised.

Templar 1 tries to hold Templar 2 back while screaming at Harding to drop the arrow she has knocked and is aiming at Templar 2’s eyeball.

Harding is screaming stuff about Inquisition This and Herald of Andraste That, and she knows Divine Victoria, and Diplomatic Relations with Nevarra etc.

Then Manfred comes out of the tent with a tea tray hissing happily, and even the rational templar screams.

Emrmrich: that’s quite enough!

He has heard about southern templars. He knows about the barbarity of southern circles. But even he didn’t think they would be THIS RUDE.

He shakes off the smite, because he’s got 40 years of willpower and magical ability at his disposal. But he is still shaken.

With a wave of his hand he makes the templar’s bodies forget how legs work and lets them sit, and think about their actions.

Once they stop screaming, Emmrich allows them to enjoy some of Manfred’s excellent tea while he lectures them on the spot.

Scenario 2 is a rabid plot bunny that I will one day let see the light of day, but it is not this day.

Thanka for the ask, lovely anon. 💖😂

[hello-gloomy]

a cute idea for a fic might be luna’s older sister x xeno ? where he’s throthing for her but she’s just rejecting his advances (too busy taking care of luna like a good big sister)

and then eventually he windles her down and she finally agrees to go out a him ? that would be so cute 😭💗

i can totally see the reader slapping him at some point and everyone’s just going 😨🫢 and xeno just kisses her hand apologizing or smthn AAAAAA SO CUTE

SO FUCKIN CUTE, also sorry this took me a bit to get to babe <3

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Xeno x Luna's big sister!Reader

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So, to begin with, you are the only trained medical personnel in the colony, and Luna would be put into the scout role while still taking medical lessons from you.

And being the only on-site medical means you spend a lot of time with either the injured or with Xeno.

Your spare moments are spent training and hovering over your baby sister, much to her dismay, and how she's a 'capable and cool gal.'

Xeno makes sure he keeps all your medical supplies and tools up to date and tries to help you the best he can, but you tend to push him off, and he reacts like a kicked puppy whenever you do ( Stan and Luna find it hilarious)

Luna tries to subtly help Xeno win your attention (because it'll get you to back off her a bit). She tells him things you like and things you do when you work—little stuff.

Xeno's injuries slow down because he doesn't want to upset. You went ham on Luna once, and he was a witness to that.

But even the great doctor can't be perfect, and eventually, he has an almost fatal lab accident, and you blow up on him.

You walked him upside his head when you were patching him up, and he was pouting. When you were done fixing his injuries, he grabbed your hand and kissed the inside of your palm, whispering the words 'thank you' and skulking away back to the lab.

After that incident, you checked up on him more, staying longer to chat with him, occasionally teaching him some first aid, telling him of your craft, and him doing the same for you.

Staying in the lab more with him helped ensure he stayed safe, and he showed you fun little experiments to impress you while keeping your attention on him. Watching him talk about science and share his interests with you reminded you of how you spent time with Luna. It made your heart throb in happiness.

One day, when you brought lunch to the lab for Xeno, you noticed how his face lit up when he saw you; that's when you finally jumped and kissed him.

"Hey, Sis, have you seen the-"

"OH DAMN MY BAD."

Safe to say no more making out in the lab with the door unlocked. Luna teased you for days on end but also told the both of you how happy she was. (When Stanley caught wind of it, he clapped Xeno on the back and told him to 'get some')

[lovebyhyun]

just friends?

genre : angst (happy ending), fluff, idol bsf!hyunjin x f!reader

synopsis : you’ve been in love with your best friend for years, but you’re still trying to figure out if the feelings are mutual.

warnings : swearing, jealousy, if i missed something lmk !

a/n : writing angst is way more fun that it should be so i hope yall enjoy it ! ⸜( ' ᵕ ' )⸝♡

masterlist

Being the best friend of a worldwide known and loved idol was not exactly easy. It was torture, in fact. Especially if you were a girl. More than that, a girl who was helplessly in love with him.

Hyunjin had his own way of charming everyone within a 100 meter radius of him and it be drove you fucking crazy.

It was daily life for him to be surrounded by female staff and women who worked for JYPE, but something about it always made you feel uneasy.

Before, you tried to ignore it. But now, after you realized how badly you wanted Hyunjin, you stopped rejecting the feelings. You let yourself be jealous, and you let yourself love him. A little too much for your own good.

Harsh reality hit you everytime you saw him with another girl. Whether she was his coworker or a random bimbo he flirted with at a party, it reminded you that you weren’t a married couple with 3 children. He was your friend. And that’s what you also were to him. Just a friend.

Hyunjin was very much oblivious to your feelings. So oblivious, he invited you everywhere he possibly could. Sometimes you even were in the studio while him and his other members were making their music.

But today, you were with him while he was getting ready for one of his shows on tour. It was close to your hometown, so he asked staff to give you a backstage pass.

At first, everything was normal and calm. Chatter and laughter filled the room where you, Hyunjin, the other members and a few staff were.

There were still a few hours left before the show started, so everyone was mainly chilling and nobody was in a rush. It was nice to finally spend some time with all of the boys in peace.

Time passed quickly, and everyone started getting ready to go on stage. The makeup artists walked into the room and set their stuff down, getting ready to work.

You sat on the couch, scrolling through your instagram feed, trying to ignore the cute girl doing Hyunjin’s makeup. You attempted to convince yourself that they’re both professionals and wouldn’t get into a workplace romance, but you still felt that unpleasant shiver creeping down your neck at the sight if him laughing with another girl.

And you couldn’t help it anymore. Tears started swelling in your eyes as you tried to keep yourself as composed as possible. Nothing was quite working. You rushed yourself to the bathroom, silently hoping that Hyunjin actually would notice your absence.

You locked yourself in one of the stalls, trying to keep your sobs as faint you could. And you waited. You didn’t know what exactly for. Maybe for Chan to come looking for you and asking if you’re here, maybe for staff to ask if you’re fine, but mostly you were hoping for your best friend to come in.

It couldn’t matter less if he was coming in to piss or to look for you, you just wanted to feel him. You wanted to feel his presence. Because after all, it was all you ever dreamed of. To wake up with him by your side, to share every moment of your life with him.

You wanted to laugh with him, to cry with him, make love to him, to fight with him just for one of you to admit that the other was right and apologize, you wanted all of Hyunjin to yourself.

And yet, here you were. Alone in a fucking bathroom. Nobody came. Not Chan, not staff and not Hyunjin.

“Such a crybaby and for what.” - you thought to yourself, more like a statement rather than a question, as you unlocked the door, walking out the stall to get blinded by the bright lights of the venue’s restroom as if you weren’t grounded enough already.

You came up to the sink, to wash your hands, to fix your hair, in general at least try to look pretty even though you knew you were slowky crumbling on the inside. Not slowly actually. You were falling apart.

You straighten out your clothes swiftly while you make your way back to the room where everyone was, and when you enter, Hyunjin flashes you a soft, genuine smile. It literally takes everything and more in you to not completely crash out right then and there.

The show was about to start in just 20 minutes, and as everyone was in the chaos of preparing to perform, you were finally left alone with Hyunjin who was all ready to go and do his very best on stage.

“Crazy day today isn’t it? Everyone is such a mess. I bet Chan is losing his mind.” - Hyunjin says with a grin on his face, trying to make small talk since something was obviously off with you.

And oh my god. He was so effortlessly beautiful and graceful in everything he did. It felt like the boy could pick his nose and he would still look like Michelangelo’s sculpture.

“Yeah, but I’m sure you’ll do great anyway.” - you reply quietly with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. You were avoiding his gaze as much as you could, because you knew that the second your eyes would lock, you would absolutely be ruined.

“Me, yes. those other idiots, we will see.” - he teasingly says, but the second he notices you not giggling at his remark, immediate worry flushes over him.

“Y/n, what’s the deal with you lately? I feel like you’ve been trying to distance yourself from me, and i can’t figure out why. Please, talk to me. You’re my best friend, I truly don’t want to lose you.” he adds after a second of thinking.

The pure honesty makes you freeze for a second. Not because of the way he was confronting you, it’s because it was true. You were isolating yourself from Hyunjin in hopes that would make your feelings go away. Newsflash: it didn’t.

As you finally gather uo the courage to look at him, it’s like you are hypnotised by him into telling the truth.

“That’s the thing Hyunjin. You’re my best friend. And I just can’t keep pretending I’m cool with that.”

You notice his gaze softening, but you see no hint understanding in his eyes. His face is one of pure confusion.

“Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you! Are you seriously that oblivious Hyunjin? Do you know how much it hurts me that we’re under the constant label of ‘just friends’?”

You knew your wirds might have been a little harsh, but it was too late to turn back now. It was either this, or running out of the room, crying and hoping you get hit by a golf cart on your way out.

His lips part, but he doesn’t speak. The phrase hit him like a train. I’m in love with you. Your voice echoing through his head in an endless loop. But he didn’t mind. He liked the way the words rolled of your tongue. Especially since you were speaking to him.

He just didn’t know how to tell you that.

“Y/n, I-“

His voice getting cut off by a loud yell coming from the leader of the group.

“OKAY EVERYONE, GATHER HERE. BEFORE SHOW MOTIVATION STARTS NOW!”

“Y/n, I promise I’ll talk to you after the show. I have to go.”

In that moment you felt like you’re about to explode. You just confessed your years long live for him and this is how he responds? Unacceptable. You could almost physically feel your blood starting to boil

“Hyunjin, are you seriou-”

Before you can finish your anger outburst caused sentece, his lips crash over yours in a deep, passionate but desperate kiss. And that’s all you needed to know that his feelings were there too. All along.

After a little, he pulls away slightly with his hands still cupping your soft face. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t need to. The silence speaks enough and it was all you wanted.

After a few more yells from Chan, Hyunjin blesses your plump, slightly swollen lips with a quick peck, whispering the three words you were so desperately longing to hear.

“I love you too, y/n.”

And he runs to his group, for a few final encouragement words before kicking off the stage. You knew this show was going to be good.

[11queensupreme11]

OKAY I GOT MORE STUFF ABOUT THE KIDS!!!

these are ENTIRELY about beelcy babies btw! some are just domains and some are personality and/or domains!

luke's domains (i had A LOT of fun with these lmao): god of betrayal, thievery, chaos, hatred, broken oaths, and destruction.

do these domains.... remind you of a certain someone????? 😜

nephazor's domains: god of corruption, moral decay, sins and vices, sacrilege, and deception

DO NOT TRUST THIS BITCH. HE IS A FUGLY SLUT.

he is the most beautiful beelcy baby with the most angelic appearance ever. dude LITERALLY looks like an angel; he's got the pure white wings, golden halo, and everything!

but like his domains imply, appearances are deceiving! he is pure evil! (but then again, which beelcy baby isn't 💀). he thrives off of corrupting the innocent. everyone has desires that they keep at bay; like maybe they want to really steal that rare pearl necklace, or maybe they want to kiss that really cute girl, or maybe they hate that one teacher SO MUCH.... but ofc, they never act out on it! cuz they have morals. stealing's bad, kissing someone without their consent is bad, murder is bad. but he makes people the worst versions of themselves by turning them into thieves, rapists, killers, etc. etc.

and he LOVES it. it's his entertainment. he especially loves taking things slow without using his powers by "befriending" a human or an unsuspecting god (or becoming their lover by seducing them). putting on some false charm, makes them lower their guard. he's the perfect friend or the perfect lover. when things go bad for the victim, he'll help them by guiding them to the "right" path ("your friend was in the wrong, you were right to lash out" "you need the money, don't you? just take it from her, i'll help" "he's drunk, he won't remember if you sneak in a little kiss or two", etc), and slowly but surely bringing them to the very end where they do the one act that they can never come back from. fun, right? 💖

anyway, he's another incest freak LMAO. he loves his precious little mother 💖💖💖 his mother's just soooo innocent and sweet. it's cute really. he can't decide if he wants to ruin it or savor it 💖💖 and his sweet mother's just so fun for him to tease! it's especially funny whenever he tries to endear to her and she sees right through it, calls him out, but still continues to love him.

and she's just full of SO many dark desires. he can feel it. her anger, desperation, and pain. it's so delicious, especially when she lashes out at him when she senses him trying to bring those parts of her out and then apologizes profusely for yelling at him 💖💖💖💖

azerathiel's domains: goddess of propagation, childbirth, and motherhood. known as the "mother of monsters".

as you can tell from the domains, she's a mother, AND THEREFORE PERCY'S NOW A GRANDMAAAAAA LMAO 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

anyway, i got the idea from her pic. she's looking like she's hatching from a weird... flesh egg thing, so i got this idea of her asexually reproducing tons of evil little monsters from her body and laying them amongst her weird fleshy parts/appendages where they stay until they hatch.

so yup, percy and beelzebub now got THOUSANDS of evil lil grandbabies 🥺

anyway, she's a very family oriented goddess (duh). she's very protective and doting to her children and azerathiel's the third-born beelcy baby so she's protective over her younger siblings too 💖

but that's IT lmao. that tender side of her is reserved ONLY for her family and family only. she is ruthless to those she considers outsiders and if one were to kill one of her children -- her younger babies are weak enough for particularly strong humans in hell to kill them -- she would lose her mind from grief and destroy said killer. she'd be genuinely distraught to 💔 because humans HAVE killed one of her newborn babies, she absolutely HATES humanity.

(demons and other gods in helheim know better than to touch azerathiel's children, but humans who get hunted down by them, kill out of self-defense, not that she cares lol)

also now that i think about it, she might be the least evil out of the beelcy kids.... literally she's just out there trying to raise her babies 😭

tzammaroth's domains: god of domination, conquest (just like his gruncle adamas!), control, war, and oppression

honestly, the domains were inspired by the meaning of his name which is apparently "crowned in the blood of kings"

extremely arrogant, hedonistic, selfish, egocentric, possessive, and downright cruel and controlling. he radiates with the aura of a leader, but he is NOT the sort of leader you'd want to have. if one were to imagine dictators, mad kings, and tyrants, tzammaroth's the first face to appear!

his presence in midgard causes countries to fall to ruin and once benevolent leaders to spiral down to tyranny.

he acts like he's the first born when he's actually the 9th born. he bosses his siblings around (even the ones older than him lol). he's the god of domination after all, he's gotta assert his authority over them! just cuz they're his family doesn't mean he can't treat them like they're his subjects!

the only people he doesn't dare to control are his father and his mother. he did, however, try to use his powers to control his father, but um... that did not end well 💀 LMAO. and as for his mother, he actually cares for her so he doesn't use his powers on her. hell, he doesn't even try to boss her around 💖

he is also an incest freak. he's the god of domination meaning he wants to dom his mommy in bed

UM ANYWAY--

rozaltha's domains: obsession, love, and marriage 💖💖💖💖💖

barekith's domains: god of voracity (yes... i got the title from hsr too)

sadly, i don't have much of a personality for him yet 😭 i got 2 different versions so i haven't decided which one i wanna pick for him 💔

vorvexion's domains: god of lies, strategy, manipulation, and knowledge

this is the one named after anthonius btw! no personality for him yet sorry..... 💔

ursula's domains: god of the sea and the drowned

no personality for him yet but that's his monster form up there lol. i'm sure you understand now why percy named him "ursula" 😂

ygatha's domains: goddess of pain, torture, suffering, and the forsaken

SHE IS AN INCEST FREAK FOR HER MOTHER LMAOOOOO

okay, first off, she is a sadist AND a masochist. as you can tell from her domains, she thrives off of pain and suffering, either from herself or from others (but mostly from others teehee 💖)

now where does her mommy come in?

well.... take a look at her domains.... pain, torture, suffering, and the forsaken......... very very percy coded 💔

ygatha can sense how much pain her mother's in. percy was stolen from her original universe, all her loved ones are gone and dead, she's been raped by her own husbands and forcefully married to them, she was forced to have thousands of children, etc. etc. OF FUCKING COURSE percy would be suffering!!!!!!!

and ygatha can feel her agony and torment, and it's absolutely addicting to her. her mother's suffering is so delicious to her, she gets turned on just from the thought of it, literally fingers herself in dark corners of the castle cuz it just arouses her sooooo much 😋

she daydreams about telling her mother all about her naughty thoughts. would her mother hit her? beat her? fuck her as a punishment? those scenarios excite her. or would she break down into tears of disgust, her pain worsening at the thought of her own daughter deriving pleasure from her torment??? that's another scenario that excited her too! 💖💖💖💖💖

sharzumel's domains: god of spiders, souls, and death

(i picked spiders because his name means "the web-spinning trickster" lol)

you know how gods have sacred animals? instead of a sacred animal, he has a sacred insect: the spider (cuz duh!)

anyway, that's all i have for him 💔 no personality yet. i do plan on finding a cool spider monster form for him tho. also, i specifically wanted a spider related god cuz imagine poor percy giving birth to a child who's basically anthonius' greatest fear 💔💔💔💔

(beelzebub was definitely partying in his head tho)

yoriel's domains: god of insanity, mentality, and psyche

these were inspired by the meaning of his name "god's unravelling". it kinda gave me a "fall from grace" "descent to madness" sorta vibe!

his appearance is like a twisted version of nephazor's! while nephazor has white wings and a golden halo, yoriel has black feathered wings and a dark halo covered in thorns; and both the wings and halo are always dripping with red mortal blood!

his presence drives people from gods to mortals to the brink of insanity, but he prefers to mentally break people by himself without going the insta-crazy route lol. like nephazor, he's a patient boy who likes to take his time with things 💖 there's no rush after all, he's VERY good at making people lose their minds

he loves frequenting up in midgard. his favorite hobby to do is to pose as a midgardian therapist/psychologist/psychiatrist (he has many jobs related to mental health) and then slowly making clients worse 😭

percy is so sick of his ass 💀 every time she finds out yoriel's there, she marches right up to midgard, goes straight to one of his MANY offices and the secretary's like "sir, your little sister is here to see you" AHSFEHBV 😭😭😭😭 and he's just thinking "aw shit it's my mother again 😨"

anyway, he's another incest freak for his mother 💀

zebuloth's domains: god of insects, infestation, fear and terror, and plagues.

HAVE YOU GUYS PLAYED THE GAME "STILL WAKES THE DEEP"?!?!?! okay zebuloth was SLIGHTLY inspired by the monster in there. sorta. lowkey. just a bit. anyway, in the game, there's this crazy sea monster that attacks and infected the humans on this oil rig, and the humans go crazy and start attacking/infecting other humans. they're kinda like zombies, but less mindless -- they CAN speak somewhat.

anyway, zebuloth can mpreg himself with lil baby zebuloths (hence, "god of infestation"). more grandbabies for beelie and percy 💖

and those babies can go on to infect humans, nymphs, fae, satyrs, lesser gods and demons, basically ANY SPECIES, and take over them kinda like a parasite. the worst part is that the host is still somewhat conscious -- they can't control their bodies, but they can somewhat speak and still see the horrible shit their bodies are being forced to do (kill their loved ones, eat their loved ones, etc.)

yeah zebuloth's basically like those monsters in horror games 😭

zarabeth's domains: goddess of famine (might add more idk)

her domains were inspired by her name meaning "the barren harvest"

i don't have a personality for her yet, but i can explain her appearance at least. she has multiple "heads", but instead of like... an actual head with a nose, lips, and eyes, it's those red mouths you see in the picture. yes, MOUTHS. she has mouths for heads lol.

[fleuryns]

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엔하이픈 형 & 𝑓!r . . 72O scenarios ꪆৎ light angst situationships breakup possible ex established relationship red flags badass reader — ARCHiVE

fawnie : because i said i wanted to make a sabrina carpenter inspired fic, so here it is :33

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LEE HEESEUNG

the pounding of the music resonated in the air, and the fluorescent colored lights danced around at exaggerated speed. you were there with some friends to have a night of fun and letting loose, but your expression clouded for a split second as you saw him entering the party.

heeseung didn't take long to spot you, and you felt your heart beat faster as he started to approach. the place was thankfully too packed, so he got stopped a few meters from you. his eyes looked desperate, dancing around your face in search of something that could tell him that you missed him too. his lips parted, but he closed them immediately.

for a moment, the world around you stopped existing, and it was just a stare game between you too. then you smirked, pushing your hair behind your shoulders and turning your back to him. you didn't miss him, not when he realized he had you only after you walked away. and if he thought that you would give in so easily, he was messing with the wrong woman.

PARK JONGSEONG

your heels clicked as you hurried down jay's corridor, his own steps following right behind, equally frantic. “baby, come on, you have to stay” he was pleading over and over again. “stay another night…” he murmured again, stepping in front of you to block your path, his hand coming to grip your waist and his lustful eyes coming to meet your tired ones.

“you only care about me at night?” your question just a statement to you, one you already knew the answer to. “you said we'd spend time together today and yet you came back half an hour ago” you tried to brush past him, but he blocked you with a gentle hand, though the urgency was clear in his gesture. “baby, i was busy, you have to understand…”

you shot him a glare, pushing him with more force to finally free yourself and reach the entrance. “i was busy too” you said curtly, putting on your jacket. “i'm done playing missus jay, i have a life” you grabbed your purse and left him garbling for an excuse.

SIM JAEYUN

the rhythmic tapping of the keyboard filled the air in your new office, your mind at ease despite the piling tasks that your recent promotion had brought. your focus was broken by one of the interns knocking and peeking in.

“there's a man at the entrance that wants to see you” you sighed, saving the file before making your way over. but when you got there, you sighed again, internally rolling your eyes at the sight of jake standing there. as soon as he spotted you he closed the distance between you and immediately begun with his begging you had grown accustomed to.

“please, baby, come back to me! i promise i'll be better, i've learned now!” his words tumbled out quickly, and he clearly hadn't changed one bit in the way he expected you to give in to his requests like everybody did. “i'm busy, jake” you sighed, crossing your arms “i have a new job now, and you're wasting my time, go away” you signaled the doorman to ensure his exit and went back to your office.

PARK SUNGHOON

your fingers drummed in annoyance on the table, the table you had reserved for the date sunghoon hadn't bothered to come on time to. you sighed softly, it was the third time this month, it had become a way too frequent habit of his, you were officially done with his antics.

the bell by the door signaled his entrance, two hours late, and the way he calmly made his way over to you made your blood boil. “sorry, got held up by some stuff” he waved a dismissive hand, not even bothering to hide the fact that he didn't actually feel sorry.

“alright…” you sighed, getting up and gathering your stuff, not sparing him another glance. “what are you doing?” he asked, tone confused, his head moving to try and meet your gaze. finally, you looked at him and raised your eyebrows. “i'm done eating, so i'm leaving” you spoke in a matter-of-factly tone. “see you never sunghoon, i'll go on solo dates from now on, i won't even notice the difference” you turned and left the restaurant feeling lighter than ever.

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[i-like-forcefem]

What's a person gotta do to get forcefemmed around here?

(Asking for myself...)

Beg for it! <3 (serious answer under the cut)

It's hard! There's definitely a good bit of people into forcedomming- but I there's a lot lot more cuties desperate to be girlified!

Part of why forcefem is so so appealing is because it means you don't need to put in all the effort needed to transition- someone will "force" you into it! Hold you accountable- ideally even do a lot of steps for you

Dress you up like the cutie you are and give you the night of your life <3

But it's a lot of work! I've tried to digitally forcefem-dom quite a couple times in the past, but it never really worked out! Mainly because I'm massive sub- so subby that it loops back around to me domming folks- and it takes a lot out of you to jump through all these hoops through text!

Basically I just mean to say: I've tried to forcefem folks- it never worked out, BUT! I do have some ideas for how to set up a relationship including forcefem!

1) You and the dom should like eachother outside kink! For me doing kinky things to friends is much much easier!

2) You and your dom need to find a balance! Most doms would be probably be switches or "so subby they dom"- so learning how to dom yourself and giving your Mistress some much needed stress relief could make everything much more sustainable!

In my experience it's a sad reality that all cuties just prefer subbing over domming

3) finally it'd be a massive bonus if you can meet up irl! I'd still love to forcefem someone so much- but I'm done trying to do so through text! Irl you can do her makeup, take her shopping for skirts, and just do so so much more fun stuff then simply ordering her around through a screen

Now! To get to this point you'd need to do one simple thing: Meet with cuties! Talk to people until you find someone with an empty basement

I don't really have experience with finding friends locally- but iirc there's sites for meeting people like that? Or kink meets could be a good place to start if you know someone nice to go with!

But mainly you need to go out of your comfort zone to meet people- OR start running a blog and wait for people to come to you! I'd personally recommend the former! But I've seen my peers find success in the latter! (And if I wasn't so scared to waste someone's time on little on me I'm pretty sure I could find a dom!) But yeah! Hope that kinda helps?

Find another kinky trans girl to play with- and your problem should be solved! And to find her you need to put yourself out there! figure out sites in your area or start talking to people online- there's a lot that goes into making and maintaining friends it'd be a fully separate rant

Gosh gosh- Goodluck getting girlified cutie!

[melishade]

I am curious how Original Eren would feel if for some reason he would land in AOP post Rumbling. Sure as hell he would be confused until he sees Armin or Mikasa...he wants to hug them but he gets punched...which he would admit he deserves that. Until Megatron shows up, gets ready to kill him, but Eren looks at him with confused look and asks "Who are you?" Which would blare alarms to anyone because he looks like Eren they know, and I mean his looks, but he had PURE confusion in seeing Megatron, especially if he shows up in his holoform.

There is meeting, Eren sitting in the room, happy to see people he loves...then Sasha and Hanji show up, he goes into breakdown and just hugs them while telling them he is happy to see them alive, another confusion to everyone involved. Let's be honest, AOP Eren is more mentally screwed than AOT Eren, I am not saying he is not, it is just that AOP Eren is much more.

Then Eren asks where is Connie...Drama ensures because possibly they realise that is different timeline of Eren, original timeline, especially when they asks who was last Colosal Titan shifter or when Eren sees Ymir alive and married to Historia. Then Eren leans how this version of him killed Connie, which he would possibly respond "Bad he is dead because I would punch him".

I imagine Eren pulling a lot of dark humour especially about his own death, especially when praising Gabi's shooting skills that made his head fly.

And then there is meeting with Optimus, who learns that something weird happened and he sees Eren, then here is a thing, you will either go with Eren knowing or not knowing about this timeline given you had several questions asked about OG Eren seeing AOP timeline.

I had this stuff in mind but before that, I had this:

OG Eren: . . .

AOP Eren: . . .

OG Eren: ...how the fuck are you mentally screwed than me, but I was one who killed 80% of humanity.

AOP Eren: They had help of Autobots-

OG Eren: THAT IS NOT A POINT! You bloody laughed like maniac when Gabi and Falco fell from that ship!

AOP Eren: And you didn't laugh at-

OG Eren: It was one of despair because death of one of the brightest people I know, happened exactly like I seen in these bloody memories!

Honestly, didn't need to add part with maniac laughter, OG Eren seeing how his other timeline version is more mentally fucked was enough.

Oh this is gonna be so much fun.

Also, love the set up. AOT Eren just popping over in a AOP post-Rumbling world years later and freaking out about how everything is a lot more advanced than he anticipated, especially with all the damaged that he caused. And like you said, he finds his way to Armin and Mikasa and he's genuinely happy to see them before they both punch him in the face, which he deserves.

It would only be when Armin calls Megatron that Eren is understandably confused, and then it flips to terror when Megatron spots him in holoform and throws a sword at him, nearly stabbing him in the gut. Eren tries to scramble away but Megatron corners him and stabs the sword into the ground mere centimeters from his neck.

Megatron: You must have a lot of nerve crawling back here after your second lease on life, Eren!

Eren: Who the hell are you?!

And yeah, like you said, that would give everyone pause. What is AOT Eren even talking about?! And then Megatron has to knock him out and get him away from any prying eyes.

Everyone else is called over, excluding Optimus. Megatron doesn't want to get Optimus involved because they need to figure out what's going on. Eren wakes up tied in an interrogation style room with Megatron staring him down, and he is still afraid. Megatron starts asking questions. How was he alive? Why did he even bother to come back? Those kind of questions. Megatron is genuinely surprised at the information Eren was getting wrong and that he didn't seem to recognize him. Megatron decides to take it a step further, asking Eren if the name 'Optimus' sounded familiar. Eren says no and wants to know who that is. So Megatron has to escalate.

Megatron: What was the last thing you remember?

Eren:...Mikasa.

Megatron, defensive: Why her?

Eren: She was the last person I saw before she-!...

Megatron: Before she what?!

Eren:...before she killed me.

Everyone is stunned at this information, and Hanji barges into the interrogation room. Megatron is shocked by Eren's panicked cry at the sight of them, asking Hanji if that was really them?! Megatron puts two and two together before grabbing Hanji and dragging them out of the room. Everyone wants to know what was going on. What did Eren mean by Mikasa killing him? Why was he so surprised at Hanji being alive?

Megatron in defeat: Who wants to learn about multiverse theory?

Levi: What?

Hanji: ME!

And Megatron explains the concept of multiverse theory and how that it's basically an endless plane of possibility that can only be seen under very specific circumstances.

Hanji: So there's a universe where Levi is tall!

Megatron: In theory.

Levi: I will break your kneecaps.

Megatron then explains that the Eren they have right now, isn't the same one they know. Megatron's guess based on what Eren has divulged is that this is an Eren from a universe where Optimus didn't show up. And neither did Megatron. Also, Armin remembers Primus actually showing him glimpses of this timeline in the Paths and is visibly nervous, because he knows that this Eren wiped out 80% of all humanity. So Armin's keeping what he knows to himself.

But everyone's still worried. What do they do with this information?! What do they do with Eren?! Do they kill him?! Hide him?! Do they call Optimus out of his retirement to see this?! Megatron figures the best option would be to send him back wherever he came from and never speak of this to anyone!

Jean: Wait, shouldn't Optimus know about this?!

Megatron: This isn't even the same Eren! It could cause him more grief!

Erwin: What if this Eren still has his titan powers?!

Levi: I'd be more than happy to check.

Hanji believes they should make notes, determine the similarities and differences between this Eren and the Eren that they knew so they can prepare for any curve balls. Megatron goes back in, and Eren asks to know what's going on. Megatron says he will give that information in exchange for everything that he remembered from the day of the attack in Trost. Megatron warns Eren not to lie or he will kill him. Megatron was already sure this Eren had a kill count. He was dangerous.

So, without any choice, Eren divulges what he knows. Some are similar. Arguably identical. Others not so much. They didn't fight Rod as a titan. Historia had shot him. They didn't go to Shinganshina to face the Beast Titan. Only four people went. Erwin was still alive, and Armin wasn't turned into the Colossal Titan. Ymir was killed and Porco inherited her titan before Falco inherited it from the former. Sasha and Hanji are shocked to learn that they're dead. Connie got to live which makes Sasha sad. It's like they don't get to have a happy ending.

But the one thing that puts everyone on edge is the fact that this Eren did activate the Rumbling. Even with the help of the Autobots, half of all life was destroyed. So...how many people did Eren succeed in killing before Mikasa killed him.

Eren:...80%.

Megatron:...

Eren:...Aren't you going to say something?

Megatron: If you knew who I was, you would know me calling you out would be hypocritical.

AOT Eren's getting really scared of AOP Megatron right now.

As promised Megatron divulges in AOP's events, and Eren doesn't know whether to feel defeated or horrified. There was another version of himself that had more options and support and he still chose the Rumbling?!

Megatron: It sounds like you have been more willing to give up that power, Mr. 80%.

Eren: Do you know how traumatizing it is to experience the past, present, and future all at once?! It sucks!

Megatron: Unfortunately, I can agree on the future vision situation.

Eren: Seriously, who are you?!

Megatron: Do you really want to know the answer to that question?

AOT Eren is just going through more existential dread. Like 'This is fine' levels of it. Eren then asks if he could see the others, but Megatron is hesitant at the idea. First, he checks if Eren has his titan powers by using a knife to give Eren a cut. Eren tries to heal it, but to no avail. Then Megatron says that it's up to the others if they wanted to see him. Eren relents and says he gets it before Megatron leaves the room.

Now there is a lot that could be said of what each AOP character has to say to Eren. Hanji tries to study him. Levi no doubt kicks him. Sasha feels resentment over Connie. Erwin and Jean don't say much. They don't want to. AOP Mikasa would probably say she had gotten rid of the scarf and disavowed him. Mikasa no doubt expected AOT Eren to be disappointed, but he can't help but feel relieved. He says he's happy she moved on from the grief he caused her. But Mikasa admits that everything Eren did will always be part of her. AOP Armin and AOT Eren's conversation would be the most charged because Armin has seen parts of the timeline where AOT Eren came from. So he would have better context than anyone. I can't imagine that conversation ending well for the both of them.

Bringing Optimus into the mix, away from his retirement, would be a mixed bag. I feel as though if they would bring him, even explain the situation to him, Optimus would still be tongue tied. AOT Eren is another version of the boy he loved. He doesn't know what to say as he approaches him. He tries to place a hand on his shoulder or cheek but AOT Eren flinches. Optimus sees in this Eren's eyes that he's confused and guarded. There was no recognition in his eyes. This Eren didn't know who he was. Optimus is dejected. Whatever he wanted to say to Eren was now pointless. His anger and sorrow didn't matter because this wasn't the same Eren he spent time with.

But Optimus asks AOT Eren if the two of them if they could talk in private, because he will never know Eren's complete mindset and AOT Eren is the closest person that would know how his Eren felt. AOT Eren can't help but spill everything on how he felt. To Eren, Optimus was a stranger. He didn't care what the Prime thought. Not like Armin and Mikasa. But Eren can't help but slow down a little when he notices Optimus' face looking so devastated at his truth.

Optimus: You were given a power much too burdensome for you.

Eren:...it's not an excuse...You don't have to pity me. I'm not your Eren.

Optimus: No...but I worry that regardless of any universe, you are fated to suffer.

Eren:...I guess this is your way of coping. Especially with the way you were looking at me...like you failed me.

Optimus:...I am the one who killed you.

Eren: I've been told...Why don't you hate me?

Optimus: Hate you-?

Eren: I've done worse things than your Eren. Hell, my actions led to 80% of humanity getting wiped out! I didn't really fix anything! A-and you're looking at me with pity?!

Optimus:...you were my son...You were in pain. You were suffering...how could I hate you? I lament I could not save you.

AOT Eren simply states that AOP Optimus should just forget about him, any version of him. It would save him the grief. But AOP Optimus swears that he will never do that. That he will remember Eren until his spark is extinguished. Eren can't help but get emotional at that, calling Optimus an idiot. But Optimus doesn't care. Maybe he is a fool, but that doesn't change a thing. Optimus swears that Eren will always be his son and that he will always love him, and AOT Eren does his best to hide his tears, cursing his alternate self for throwing all of this away. Options and hope. Maybe if AOT Eren was in that same position, he might have made the same decision, but he was certain he would have been more willing to hear his comrades out, especially since he's filled with so much guilt of the lives he's taken.

Although it would be funny if AOP Eren did show up, AOT Eren sees him, and just takes a crowbar and starts beating him.

AOT Eren: You! STUPID! IDIOT! YOU! HAD! OPTIONS!

Armin: We should stop this.

Levi sipping his tea:...Yep.

[seitmai]

Many thoughts

Ari: it could be cute, like we’re fated to be together or something 

Y/N: that doesn’t happen in real life

It would be cute though!

Especially since you had spent the last week trying to get him and that damn kiss out of your head. That kiss haunted you. Not because it was a bad kiss, no it had been the best kiss you’d ever had. Every time your mind wandered it would go back to that moment, it even invaded your dreams except in your dreams it lasted so much longer.

There are worse things to overthink about 🤷🏻‍♀️

It didn’t help that you had spent part of your workday planning strategies for this fake relationship. A fake relationship where you shouldn’t be thinking this much about a kiss. You tried to rationalise it. It was practice just like he said. Intimacy had been lacking with Dan for a while before you found out he cheated so it was probably just your body reacting to something it had been missing. It meant nothing. It was nothing. 

It's a lot at once 🫣

Chris and Elena looked amazing in their couple's costumes. They’d gone as Woody and Jessie from Toy Story and you heard Elena mutter something like ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy’ when you complement it as you got in their car.

That's so them 😅

“Storm” Chris warned.  “She’s with me,” Elena said as she linked her arm through yours. “Well if you ever want a bit of fun you can always call me, I know some great-“ Johnny smirked before a deep voice warned him again. Except this time it was Chris, it was Ari that practically growled “Storm”

Oh we are already full territorial 😅🤭

You turned around to scold Ari because this was not part of the plan at all, you were supposed to mingle first and then ‘meet’. But just as you opened your mouth he held out his hand “Hi I’m Ari nice to meet you” he winked

Good save Ari 😅

“Uh a bunch of teens who are Greek demigods and have to go on quests and save the world, they’re all dyslexic and ADHD, the author originally came up with the main character as a story for his son who was dyslexic to show him that heroes could be just like him” 

Ahh a demigod, I see you 😌

That really seemed to pique Ari’s interest, you could see a spark as he nodded his head “Well I guess we kinda match then” he smirked. 

He go his wish 🤭

You were currently sat on a couch next to Elena who had discarded her own hat and replaced it with Chris’. She was caught up in a heated debate about women’s rugby so you once again found yourself looking around the party.

I know Elena is a fellow Ilona Maher fan 😌🫡

 “Nope, went straight into playing rugby, although I did do a semester in International Politics when Barber made us all take a class to ensure we had something to fall back on” Ari explained with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

Totally valid Andy made them do this, good thinking ahead 👏🏻

 Ari chuckled, the warm sound of it sending chills down your body “Yeah they’ve always wanted to travel the world, experience different cultures so when they retired they sold up and started travelling, they’ll visit a country, rent a place for a few months and do a bit of work to get some money before moving onto the next place, I get postcards from them when they get to a new country" You shook your head in disbelief “That’s incredible” you muttered in amazement. 

That truly is incredible

You also didn’t own any jackets, you didn’t need cold-weather clothes back in LA which meant you had none now.

Fair and if you don't need them, why bother? That stuff takes up a lot of space

Ari shifted closer to you, the heat from his body doing enough to warm you up “Take it” he pressed, wrapping it around your shoulders before you could protest again “Think of the pictures” he added quietly. 

He says it's good for the pictures but I have a sense that's not his true intention 👀

That was Ari’s favourite photo from the night, you were mid-chuckle as you looked back at him. His purple cape wrapped around your body. He’d saved it to his phone so he could look at it whenever he wanted. 

That is adorable 🥹🥰

He was just glad you warmed up to him again. He could tell you were pissed at him when he went all caveman over you but he couldn’t help himself. Ari was an impulsive man at the best of times and when it came to you that impulsivity increased by a million.

👀

Chris hummed and nodded his head “So it’s got nothing to do with the crush you have on her”  Ari let out an unconvincing snort “I do not have a crush… crushes are for children” he huffed.

Suuuure 

Chris chuckled and shook his head “Fine but you were definitely into her back in LA, I don’t think I’ll ever forget the moment you got shot down, it so rarely happens” “Nope” Ari lied “we’re just friends who are helping each other out”

Sometimes you have to lie to yourself to make yourself believe it lol

“Glad to hear it man because honestly, I don’t think I’d win the fight” Chris chuckled as he slapped Ari on the shoulder.

He definitely wouldn't 😅🤭

“Hockey player? I thought you didn’t like athletes” Ari asked arching a brow. “Where do you think that dislike came from?” you retorted, making his look with your own.

Fair 🤷🏻‍♀️😂

“We both had to shave our heads, I didn’t mind it to be honest it was easier to manage” Chris said as he ran a hand through his hair. Elena pouted “Please don’t shave it again, I like your fluffy hair” 

She definitely has a clear preference 😅

You looked back at him horrified “god no! We actually took it to the ASPCA, it was in awful conditions the poor thing” you pouted “A bunch of their players got suspended because of it”

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

“Wow so you’ve been pulling the strings behind the scenes for a long time” Ari noted with an impressed nod. “There’s a reason I’m so good at what I do” you smirked. 

Period 👏🏻😌

“Let me keep you warm in the meantime,” Ari said softly. “But what about you?” you asked as you pulled his large jacket around you more. “I run hot” he shrugged. You looked down bashfully as you carried on walking “Thank you” “It's nothing, and you can keep it until our next date” Ari winked. “Are you sure?” you asked surprise clear on your face, pausing and turning to face him. “Never been more sure sweetheart” he smiled as he leant down to press a kiss to your cheek.

Omg I would already be head over heels in love with him when he acts like that as a fake boyfriend on the "first meeting"

You greeted him at the front door, a smile growing on Ari’s face when he saw you were wearing his jacket. It was definitely too big for you but it looked adorable so Ari had no intention of taking it back.

🥰🥰🥰

He glanced around and noticed how sparse it was. It had all the necessary furniture and a few things like a rug, but there was nothing specific to you. It looked like a showhome rather than an apartment that had been living in. 

That's so sad but I have a feeling the gears in Ari’s head are already turning

“Like Instagram stories?” you asked as you climbed into his jeep, Ari putting his hand on your hip to help you up. “Yeah nothing crazy” he nodded “and trust me you’re gonna love it, I have good intel that girls love this sort of thing” he winked before shutting the door.

He is so casual and sweet about it 😍

 “Yep, you said you needed a winter wardrobe but didn’t have time, we also needed a solo date so two birds, one stone” Ari grinned and he killed the engine. “Yeah but the date should be a dinner date or something” you argued, shaking your head. Ari shrugged “There’s a food court, why do you think I picked you up before lunchtime?” he offered with a lopsided grin “If you want something fancier I’ll keep that in mind for next time, I just didn’t think you were that kind of girl”

What a great date idea, he is good at this fake boyfriend stuff 🥰

“I don’t dislike fancy restaurants” you supplied as he held out his hand to help you down. Ari grinned “Noted, now c’mon sweetheart as much as I love seeing you in my jacket… let’s get you a winter coat” 

She is making sure to plant the idea of fancy food in his head 🤭

You rolled your eyes but took his hand and let him help you out of his jeep. Once you were on firm ground Ari shut the car door but didn’t let his hand drop from yours. He loved the feeling of it, your hand was so much smaller than his. The feeling of your soft skin against his callused palms felt magical and he wondered what they would feel like on other parts of his body… his chest… his thighs… his cock. 

🥰🥰🥰 and a litte 🥵

“I don’t mind, what fits with your diet plan?” you asked looking up at him. Ari smiled softly, he found it cute that you cared enough about that, most people didn’t “None” he answered honestly “but one meal won’t hurt, I’ll just have to pump more iron in the gym” he winked not missing the way your cheeks pinkened as you looked away quickly.

He truly is a shameless flirt 🤭

 “You get it for your first meal after the season ends?” you asked turning your attention to him. “Yeah, look forward to it every season” Ari grinned. “You don’t go for something more fancy?” “Nope, what better to celebrate or drown your sorrows with than some greasy, unhealthy food” he smirked, “what do you go for?”

Totally fair

“There’s nothing wrong with it” Ari reiterated firmly “Why mess with perfection?” Your lips parted in surprise before you looked down at your feet “Plus the orange chicken is iconic”

Absolutely

“This okay?” he asked quietly, “Steph said she’d position someone in the food court” You turned to look at him, your eyes widening as if you only just noticed how close he was, these booths weren’t really meant for two people to sit together, especially not a rugby player “Yeah” you muttered breathlessly.

I would love to share a tiny booth with a big beefy rugby player 🤭😌

“Yeah let's go, it shouldn’t take too long”  “It’ll take however long as you need or want” Ari smiled as he stood up from the booth and held out his hand to help you up.

He is so dreamy

 “We’ll see about that” Ari grinned “I save money for situations like this, so let me spoil my girlfriend” he said we you walked out of the food court. 

🥹🥹🥹

“No, no it's fine” you muttered looking down and clearing your throat. Ari grinned “Good” he lifted your hand up so he could kiss your knuckles.

I can't with him 🥰

 His favourite moment though was when he took you to buy a proper winter coat suitable for heavy snow. He made sure to get you the best one possible and when you tried it on he grabbed a bobble hat and scarf to go with it. Laughing when you were all bundled up and your beautiful eyes were the only part of you visible. It was such a cute sight that he had to take a photo which he saved so he could look back at it later.

Oh he is making a foolder total fake boyfriend behavior 🤭

Once you were done Ari carried all the bags out while you carried the pretzels, the only thing he had let you buy “Thank you for doing this Ari, you really didn’t need to” you said softly, tearing a piece off your pretzel as you both sat in his jeep.  “I know but I wanted to” Ari smiled softly as he tucked into his own pretzel, the perfect after-shopping trip treat. “Well at least you can have your jacket back” You nodded down to his jacket that you were still wearing. “You can keep it, it looks good on you” Ari winked, not missing the way you blushed and looked down at yourself.  

What a great date 🥰

Boston Bears: Fake Out - Rugby Player! Ari Levinson x Reader (Part 3)

Summary: It's time to get the fake relationship underway and straight away you realise it's going to be harder than you thought.

Word Count: 7.5k words

Warnings: Language! Angst! Sexual Tension! Fluff!

Rugby Explained

Dividers by Me!

Fake Out Series Masterlist /Boston Bears Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 3

Ari: what are you planning on dressing as for Storm’s party

Y/N: I don’t know yet

Ari: do you think we should go in matching costumes?

Y/N: no we’re supposed to ‘meeting’ at this party

Ari: it could be cute, like we’re fated to be together or something 

Y/N: that doesn’t happen in real life

Ari: and this isn’t a real relationship remember

Ari: at least give me a hint

Y/N: no.

Ari had been pestering you to find out what your costume was going to be all week. You hadn’t actually given him your number, he must have gotten it from Elena or Chris. It made sense to have his number so you could plan ‘dates’ but if he was gonna keep pestering you it wouldn’t be long until you ‘accidentally’ lost it.

Especially since you had spent the last week trying to get him and that damn kiss out of your head. That kiss haunted you. Not because it was a bad kiss, no it had been the best kiss you’d ever had. Every time your mind wandered it would go back to that moment, it even invaded your dreams except in your dreams it lasted so much longer.

It didn’t help that you had spent part of your workday planning strategies for this fake relationship. A fake relationship where you shouldn’t be thinking this much about a kiss. You tried to rationalise it. It was practice just like he said. Intimacy had been lacking with Dan for a while before you found out he cheated so it was probably just your body reacting to something it had been missing. It meant nothing. It was nothing. 

Even if you wanted to tell him what your costume was you couldn’t because you had no clue what you were gonna go as. You had been so busy with work too that you hadn’t had a chance to go shopping for one until the evening before which was a bust. The only costume left were the god-awful ones or slutty ones and while you were supposed to ‘attract’ the attention of Ari at this party you didn’t want to do it in a way that wasn’t you. 

You had to slump for a homemade costume instead, one that was pretty obscure too. If it wasn’t for the sharpie on your tee it would look like you hadn’t bothered at all. You tried not to feel self-conscious but you were sure that everyone was gonna have amazing costumes and you’d stick out like a sore thumb.

Chris and Elena looked amazing in their couple's costumes. They’d gone as Woody and Jessie from Toy Story and you heard Elena mutter something like ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy’ when you complement it as you got in their car.

You hadn’t spent much time with Johnny, only the odd occasion that the PR team turned up at training. You only really knew what Elena had told you which was that he was the stereotypical player but also a secret softie. You had only seen the player side so far and when you walked into his apartment it definitely screamed bachelor pad. It wouldn’t have surprised you if he had customised it like Barney Stinson. 

“Hey, who’s this that you’ve brought along” Johnny smirked as he walked over to greet the three of you.

“Johnny this is my best friend Y/N, she just moved from LA she is working with the media team at the Bears” Elena said introducing you.

Johnny flashed you a charming smile and held out his hand “Ah yeah I’ve seen you around” he lifted your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles “Pleasure to finally meet you, are you here alone?”

“Storm” Chris warned. 

“She’s with me,” Elena said as she linked her arm through yours.

“Well if you ever want a bit of fun you can always call me, I know some great-“ Johnny smirked before a deep voice warned him again.

Except this time it was Chris, it was Ari that practically growled “Storm”

It was like he appeared out of nowhere. One second there was just space behind you, the next here was there. You looked over your shoulder as Ari towered over you, he was dressed in some sort of Greek armour costume which showed off his biceps which were bulging as he clenched his phone in one hand. You guessed he must have just gotten off a call and walked back into the party. 

You turned back to Johnny who looked up at Ari and then you and then back at Ari before chuckling and shaking his head “Sure thing, let me know if you guys need anything” he said before turning around and leaving the four of you. 

You turned around to scold Ari because this was not part of the plan at all, you were supposed to mingle first and then ‘meet’. But just as you opened your mouth he held out his hand “Hi I’m Ari nice to meet you” he winked.

You gaped up at him completely taken by surprise, it took you a second to recover and reach out to shake his hand “Y/N”

“Ah yeah I’ve heard a lot about you from El” Ari smiled, you blinked a couple of times because he was a natural at this and you were a floundering idiot. You were supposed to be the expert here. 

“Only good things I promise” Elena played along “Um do you want me to grab you a drink?” 

You stuttered slightly which must have sounded like a yes because Elena looped her arm through Chris’ and the two of them walked off leaving you with Ari.

“So what are you dressed as?” He asked nodding down to your homemade costume which consisted of jeans with a Yankees cap tucked in the back pocket and an orange tee with Greek writing across it.

“Oh um I’m a book character from one of my favourite series, I doubt you’ve read it,” you said glancing down at your costume “It was the best I could do at short notice”

“What’s the series about?” Ari asked seeming like he was actually interested. 

“Uh a bunch of teens who are Greek demigods and have to go on quests and save the world, they’re all dyslexic and ADHD, the author originally came up with the main character as a story for his son who was dyslexic to show him that heroes could be just like him” 

That really seemed to pique Ari’s interest, you could see a spark as he nodded his head “Well I guess we kinda match then” he smirked. 

“Let me guess Hercules,” you asked, you wondered how this could have happened because you hadn’t told anyone what your costume was, not even Elena.

Ari smirked as he posed and showed off his very impressive biceps “the one and only”

You rolled your eyes and decided to scan the room. You spotted Elena near the kitchen holding up an alcoholic drink in your direction, you smiled grateful for the escape.

“Well it was lovely to meet you but there’s a drink with my name on but I’ll see you around maybe” you said taking a couple of steps back.

Ari gave you a lopsided smile “There’s no maybe about it, enjoy mingling and I’ll see you in a bit” he agreed.

You nodded before turning on your heel. You felt his gaze on you as you walked away, your suspicions confirmed when you glanced over your shoulder and caught him looking at your ass.

Over the next couple of hours, you somewhat successfully managed to mingle and avoid Ari. You stuck by Elena’s side most of the time, letting her introduce you to other players on the team and friends she had made over the past few months. You could feel Ari’s gaze on you most of the time, catching him looking over at you as he spoke to others at the party. On the occasions you didn’t feel his gaze you found yourself distracted and looking around the party, your eyes catching on him every time. 

You were currently sat on a couch next to Elena who had discarded her own hat and replaced it with Chris’. She was caught up in a heated debate about women’s rugby so you once again found yourself looking around the party. Except this time you couldn’t spot Ari at all, your initial reaction was concern. What if he was off flirting with another girl, there were plenty of bombshells walking around, you wouldn’t blame him but it would jeopardise the whole plan. 

Your eyes then zeroed in on a closed door for some unknown reason but a second later Ari stepped out, holding his phone to his ear. You watched as he nodded and said one last thing before letting out a long sigh and hanging up. His expression seemed unguarded for a moment, he looked exhausted from that call. It made you wonder what it was, maybe his parents? He said they were travelling maybe they got into a bit of trouble somewhere.

You watched as he tapped away at his phone for a moment before looking up, his eyes met yours and the tired expression shifted to a charismatic smirk. You quickly adverted your gaze and tried to look like you were involved in the debate when you saw him walk over towards you.

It didn’t work though as you felt the couch cushion sink next to you and heat enveloping you as he rested his arm on the back of the couch behind you “Hey” 

You bit your lip to hold back a curse as you shifted to turn to him, forcing a smile “Hey”

“Thought you could do with some company, us Greek heroes need to stick together” he tapped your shoulder with his finger and you tried to ignore the sparks of electricity that you felt when he did “So how do you know El?”

“We were roommates in college, been best friends ever since,” you told him unable to stop the smile that grew as you recalled your college days with Elena. 

She had been the best friend you had needed your entire life. She really helped pull you out of your shell and become much more confident. Thanks to her you got up to so much stuff that you wouldn’t have dared to do before. 

“Nice, what did you major in?” 

“communications, did you go to college?” you asked him, you were pretty certain that he was one of the popular jocks that everyone wanted to hook up with.

“Nope, went straight into playing rugby, although I did do a semester in International Politics when Barber made us all take a class to ensure we had something to fall back on” Ari explained with a casual shrug of his shoulders. 

“Really?” your eyebrows rose in surprise, you hadn’t expected that answer. 

“Yeah his career got cut short due to injury so he’s been really on at us to be careful with our money and have something to fall back on because even if we don’t get injured we typically retire at around 35 and there’s a lot of life left to live after that,” Ari said with a deep sigh. 

“What do you think you’ll do? When you retire?”

Ari let out a long sigh, his gaze shifting to the distance as he thought. It gave you an opportunity to study his face in better detail. The freckles that poked out from beneath his beard and the way his eyes were the same colour as a tropical ocean. 

“I don’t know” he finally said with a small huff of a laugh “might just see where my life is when it comes to it, if I have responsibilities to take care of”

You tilt your head, curious as to what he meant “like what?”

A small smile tugged at his lips as he looked back at you “I’m not sure” There was a long pause where it felt like neither of you knew what to say until Ari finally spoke “You moved from LA right? Is that where you’re originally from?”

You shake your head “East Coast girlie, New York to be specific”

Ari’s smile perked up “I’m from New York too, which part?”

“Upstate, didn’t actually get into the city very often, we lived closer to Canada than the city,” you said. 

Whenever you told someone you were from New York they always assumed the city and would ask you so much about it and most of the time you didn’t have an answer because you’d only gone into the city a couple of times in your whole life.

“Ah nice upstate is really beautiful, I’m from Queens” Ari smiled “If you ever want a tour guide the next time you go to the city”

You chuckled “I’ll hit you up” You smiled “Do you go back often?”

Ari’s smile seemed to falter for a split second, you weren’t sure if it even did or if you imagined it “A bit, not as often as I’d like but it’s difficult with my schedule” he said with a small shrug.

“I guess with your parents travelling there’s less of a reason too” you add, Ari hummed in response “Are they away long?”

“Two years so far”

Your eyes widened “two years!”

Ari chuckled, the warm sound of it sending chills down your body “Yeah they’ve always wanted to travel the world, experience different cultures so when they retired they sold up and started travelling, they’ll visit a country, rent a place for a few months and do a bit of work to get some money before moving onto the next place, I get postcards from them when they get to a new country”

You shook your head in disbelief “That’s incredible” you muttered in amazement. 

“Yeah I have no clue when they’ll be back, probably when they get a bit too old but they also might just find a remote tropical island to live on” Ari chuckled. 

“What about you though?” you frowned. You didn’t particularly like living so far away from your parents but at least they were in one place, it’s expensive but not impossible to visit them.

Ari tilted his head slightly like he was surprised by that question, like no one had thought to ask him that before “I’m okay with it, they deserve it, they did so much for me growing up and to help me achieve my dream of playing rugby professionally, I can’t not let them have their dream” he smiled “and maybe when I retire in a few years I’ll just join them on the island” he chuckled. 

“That does sound like a good retirement plan” You smiled, you then felt a blast of cold air from where someone had opened a door to step out onto the balcony. It instantly made you shiver, your costume wasn’t great for New England fall temperatures.

“You cold?” Ari frowned as you wrapped your arms around you, goosebumps appeared on your skin.

“Just a little, thought a jacket might ruin the look” you tried to joke. 

You also didn’t own any jackets, you didn’t need cold-weather clothes back in LA which meant you had none now. Elena had lent you a few jumpers and coats, like the red one you’d worn the day Ari came to your office to apologise. You’d promised that you would go out and buy a proper coat and warmer clothes but hadn’t found the time, you also worried about how expensive it would be. 

Ari sat forward and tugged at his shoulders, the purple cape that was attached coming loose “Here, it's not thick but it's an extra layer” he said as he offered it to you. 

“Oh no it's okay I’m fine,” you said shaking your head. 

Ari shifted closer to you, the heat from his body doing enough to warm you up “Take it” he pressed, wrapping it around your shoulders before you could protest again “Think of the pictures” he added quietly. 

You blinked a couple of times. Right. Yes. The pictures. It would look good for the ‘relationship’ if there was a picture with you wearing his cape. There would be no explanation as to where else you got it from, no one else here was wearing a bright purple cape. It would be the perfect crumb to lead people to believe this relationship. 

You nodded and wrapped and cape around you “Thank you”

Ari gave you a lopsided smile “Not a problem sweetheart” he grinned leaning back into the couch, except this time there was less than a couple inches between you. 

Ari didn’t really know much about PR, he typically just did whatever he was told by the team to fix whatever mess needed fixing. But if he had to guess how well the Halloween party went he would say it went really well. 

He’d seen a few photos circulating online and all of them looked good. There were a few where both you and him were in the photo either in the background or in the group shot. Not all of them had you standing or sitting close to him, but someone had taken a photo of you and him chatting on the couch.

That was Ari’s favourite photo from the night, you were mid-chuckle as you looked back at him. His purple cape wrapped around your body. He’d saved it to his phone so he could look at it whenever he wanted. 

He was just glad you warmed up to him again. He could tell you were pissed at him when he went all caveman over you but he couldn’t help himself. Ari was an impulsive man at the best of times and when it came to you that impulsivity increased by a million.

Johnny Storm was notorious for being a playboy, often seen at parties with multiple girls hanging onto his every word. It was surprising that he got away with it some much, but it never seemed to affect how well he played and he hasn’t gotten into serious trouble so maybe the coaches were happy to turn a blind eye. Ari and Johnny got on well enough on the pitch and at training but he still didn’t trust him with you. He wouldn’t trust him with anyone. 

Ari was looking forward to today, it was the first official fake date. The team had the morning off so the plan was to go to brunch. Ari had met the three of you a short walk away from the bunch spot that you and El had picked.

He was currently walking a few paces behind with Chris, watching as you and Elena walked ahead chatting and laughing with each other. You were wearing that red sweater again, but this time you’d paired it with a pair of black jeans. You’d tucked the sweater in giving Ari the perfect sight to behold. He couldn’t help but smile as you threw your head back and laughed at whatever El had said.

“I’m surprised you agreed to all this,” Chris said as the two of them walked, his pace slowing so that the distance between him and the girls grew.

Ari shrugged as he matched his pace “Want to make the team, I’d do anything”

Chris hummed and nodded his head “So it’s got nothing to do with the crush you have on her” 

Ari let out an unconvincing snort “I do not have a crush… crushes are for children” he huffed. 

Chris chuckled and shook his head “Fine but you were definitely into her back in LA, I don’t think I’ll ever forget the moment you got shot down, it so rarely happens”

Ari took a deep breath, recalling the moment he saw your engagement ring “Yeah, that lunch was a bit of fun” he agreed “but this is just a deal so I have my best chance of getting called up and if it means her asshole ex doesn’t rock up and try and win her back then it's a win-win”

Chris hummed and glanced back over at you “So you don’t still have feelings then?” he asked. 

“Nope” Ari lied “we’re just friends who are helping each other out”

“Good” Chris nodded “I don’t know Y/N very well but she means a lot to El which means she means a lot to me too so I don’t want to see her getting hurt because you lead her on or made her uncomfortable”

Ari swallowed and nodded his head “You don’t have to worry about that at all, we’ve got clear boundaries and we’re not gonna cross them” he promised as he looked back over at you.

Ari cared a lot about you and the last thing he wanted was to hurt you or for you to get hurt more than you already have been. If that meant pushing his feelings aside then he’d do it. At least he was getting a taste of what it would be like. 

“Glad to hear it man because honestly, I don’t think I’d win the fight” Chris chuckled as he slapped Ari on the shoulder.

Ari smirked over at him “You right about one thing”

When they turned the corner onto the street that the restaurant was on, Chris changed the topic to the league and how he thought the other teams were doing. Ari wasn’t paying much attention though, he kept his sights on you. He knew there were some paps across the street, the plan was to tip them off so they could capture everyone arriving and leaving together.

The girls both paused when they reached the restaurant waiting for Ari and Chris to catch up. Chris opened up the door and gestured for everyone to go ahead, Ari followed closely behind you resting his hand on your lower back. He flashed you a smile when you glanced over your shoulder at him. 

At the table Ari pulled out the chair for you, making sure to be the perfect gentleman “Thank you” you muttered as you sat down. 

The two girls ordered mimosa while Ari and Chris settled for coffee “To brunch” Elena grinned “And new friendships” she winked over at you and Ari.

You chuckled lightly as you lifted your glass “to brunch”

The conversation quickly returned back to rugby, Chris continuing what he’d been saying to Ari outside. This time Elena joined in with her own inputs as they discussed the Bears' next opponents and how well they’d been so far this season.

Ari glanced over to see you sat back in your chair your gaze set on the plate in front of you as you absentmindedly twisted your glass of mimosa around. Ari wondered why you weren’t participating before remembering that you weren’t a fan of rugby so you had nothing to add.

“Why don’t we talk about something other than rugby?” Ari interrupted “I think Y/N might fall asleep if we carry on” he added with a smirk. 

You rolled your eyes “I was not about to fall asleep, if you guys want to talk about rugby you can talk about rugby” You waved your hand dismissively. 

“No it's fine, I’m sorry that was my fault” Chris apologised “What would you like to talk about Y/N?” he asked with a sincere smile. 

“Oh um” you muttered shrinking back into your chair. That made Ari frown because it was not like you to shrink away, he expected you to come back with some witty response. “I don’t know, I don’t mind” you shrugged. 

“Why don’t you tell us some wild college stories, I bet you two got up to a lot of trouble” Ari smirked, nudging you in the side. 

Elena snorted into her champagne glass “We were the perfect citizens” 

“Bullshit” Chris laughed “You’re trouble, trouble” he grinned as he looked lovingly over at Elena.

“We had a lot of classwork, didn’t leave much time for antics” You shrugged, you were trying to look innocent but Ari could see the smirk playing on your lips. 

“There might have been a few dares here and there when we went to parties” Elena shrugged her shoulders taking a sip of her mimosa. 

“Now we’re getting there” Ari smirked twisting in his seat to face you more “What kind of things did you have to do?”

“Y/N usually went for truth” Elena supplied, ignoring the pointed look you gave her. 

“That’s not true, I did dares” you argued. 

“Only when that guy on the hockey team called you out, you know the one you had a cru-”

“Sh-sh-sh” you interrupted flapping your hand in an attempt to silence her, your cheeks turning a cute shade of pink. 

“Hockey player? I thought you didn’t like athletes” Ari asked arching a brow.

“Where do you think that dislike came from?” you retorted, making his look with your own.

“Well don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll change your opinion” he winked, the roll of your eyes he got in response just made his smile grow wider. Seeing that feisty side of you seemed rare now but Ari wasn’t gonna give up on it. 

“Well I’m sure whatever you had to do wasn’t as bad as what we all had to do during our first pre-season with the Bears,” Chris said, shaking his head as a shiver ran through his body. 

Ari felt the exact same, he’d been with the bears for a few years but the memory of his initiation was still fresh in his mind. He hadn’t looked at a pint of milk in the same way since. 

“What did you have to do?” you asked sitting forward, intrigue clear in his voice. 

“We have to down a pint of milk and then run the full length of the pitch and back, if you puke you have to spin a wheel to decide your punishment” Ari explained, unable to hold back the smile when he saw your horrified reaction. 

“Does anyone ever succeed?” 

“Nope, Curtis came close though, kept it down until the next newbie started chugging the milk and that's when he went” Chris chuckled “he had to shave his eyebrows”

Your jaw dropped as Elena threw her head back laughing loudly “Wait is this where Jensen got his frosted tips?” Elena asked in between breaths.

Ari nodded his head as he laughed along “Yeah that one didn’t really end up as a punishment” 

“What did you two have to do?” You asked nodding to Ari and Chris.

“We both had to shave our heads, I didn’t mind it to be honest it was easier to manage” Chris said as he ran a hand through his hair. 

Elena pouted “Please don’t shave it again, I like your fluffy hair” 

“Don’t worry trouble, it's staying” Chris grinned as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her temple. 

“Wow stealing a pig doesn’t seem so bad now” you muttered under your breath but Ari heard it. 

“You stole a pig?” he huffed in surprise. 

“Yeah that hockey guy convinced me to help steal the rival team’s mascot” you said with an embarrassed wince. 

“That’s amazing” Chris laughed his hand slapping his chest as he leant back in his chair. 

“They sent her in the distract the team while our guys took the pig” Elena recounted. 

“What did you do with it after that? And please don’t say bacon or sausages” Ari asked.

You looked back at him horrified “god no! We actually took it to the ASPCA, it was in awful conditions the poor thing” you pouted “A bunch of their players got suspended because of it”

“Meant our team went ahead in the division” Elena smirked victoriously.

“Wow so you’ve been pulling the strings behind the scenes for a long time” Ari noted with an impressed nod. 

“There’s a reason I’m so good at what I do” you smirked. 

Ari smiled back at you glad to see you feeling far more comfortable. It was almost like the lunch back in LA all those months ago. The rest of brunch was great too, Ari just enjoyed sitting there and watching you open up more and more. The dynamic you had with Elena was like two sisters who were also best friends. He was happy for you that you were back with your best friend. 

Far sooner than Ari would have liked brunch came to an end. He wanted to stay longer but he had to get back to the training facility for afternoon training. This time though he made sure to walk out next to you. Chris and Elena walked a few paces ahead.

When you stepped out of the restaurant Ari noticed you shiver and wrap your arms around yourself “You cold?” he asked.

“Yeah still used to LA weather” you explained as you hugged yourself closer. 

“Not used to needing a coat” Ari added with a playful smirk. 

“I don’t actually have one” you admitted.

Ari paused and turned to face you “You don’t own a coat? Like at all?”

“Not a winter one no” You went to walk off but Ari held out his arm to stop you.

“Why not?” he asked unable to wrap his head around it. 

“I didn’t need one in LA, my closet is full of summer clothes, this jumper is El’s not mine” you explained gesturing down to your sweater. Ari noticed how it was slightly too large for you and it wasn’t a design choice. Elena had a much broader and more muscular frame than you. “I just haven’t had the chance to go out shopping yet, that and money is tighter now, I can’t really afford a whole new wardrobe”

“You need to get a coat at least, it's only gonna get colder, especially when the snow finally arrives” Ari pointed out.

You shot a glare up at him “Yes I am aware of that” you huffed spinning on your heel and speeding off away from him.

Ari cursed under his breath before shrugging off the jacket he was wearing. He jogged to catch up with you and draped the jacket around your shoulders. You startled slightly and looked up at him in confusion. 

“Let me keep you warm in the meantime,” Ari said softly. 

“But what about you?” you asked as you pulled his large jacket around you more. 

“I run hot” he shrugged. 

You looked down bashfully as you carried on walking “Thank you”

“It's nothing, and you can keep it until our next date” Ari winked. 

“Are you sure?” you asked surprise clear on your face, pausing and turning to face him. 

“Never been more sure sweetheart” he smiled as he leant down to press a kiss to your cheek.

Ari: I want to plan our next date

Y/N: Oh okay, yeah sure what do you want to do?

Ari: It’ll be a surprise

Y/N: But I need to know so I can tip the right people off

Ari: I’ll get Steph to deal with it

Y/N: I don’t know, how am I supposed to make sure this works if I don’t know what we’re doing

Ari: just trust me, it’ll be fun and will work perfectly

Y/N: Okay fine

Ari: Great I’ll pick you up at 11

Ari jogged up to the front door of your apartment block and pressed the button for your apartment “Hey c’mon up I’m not quite ready yet” you said through the intercom.

“Sure, see you in a second sweetheart” Ari grinned as he pushed open the door and made his way up to your apartment.

You greeted him at the front door, a smile growing on Ari’s face when he saw you were wearing his jacket. It was definitely too big for you but it looked adorable so Ari had no intention of taking it back. Plus it meant you hadn’t had a chance to go shopping yet which worked perfectly with his plan. 

“I just need to grab my bag,” you said as he stepped inside the apartment.

He glanced around and noticed how sparse it was. It had all the necessary furniture and a few things like a rug, but there was nothing specific to you. It looked like a showhome rather than an apartment that had been living in. 

“Had El moved all her stuff out?” Ari asked glancing over at you as you sorted through your bag. While he never visited he knew this used to be Elena’s place but moved out when you turned up so you could have your own apartment.

“Uh yeah, she left things that she didn’t need any more,” you said as you shouldered your bag “Once I get the rest of my stuff it’ll look less barren”

Ari hummed and nodded his head, maybe after today it’ll be less barren. He made a note of that for later “Let’s get going, I’ve got a lot planned” he grinned as he moved to head back out.

“You gonna tell me what we’re doing now?” you asked as you shut and locked the door behind you. 

“Nope that would ruin the surprise” Ari grinned as the two of you walked down the stairs together. 

You groaned in annoyance “Have you at least let Steph know?” 

“Yeah she’s sent someone from the media team to take the odd photo of us while we’re out and she suggested that we post a couple things to social media ourselves” Ari explained as he opened the car door for you. 

“Like Instagram stories?” you asked as you climbed into his jeep, Ari putting his hand on your hip to help you up.

“Yeah nothing crazy” he nodded “and trust me you’re gonna love it, I have good intel that girls love this sort of thing” he winked before shutting the door. 

It wasn’t a long drive to get where Ari was taking you and he was relying on you not knowing Boston very well. The drive was pretty quiet which Ari didn’t mind, it didn’t make him feel uncomfortable and he was just happy to be in your company. 

When he pulled up in the parking lot you looked up from your phone and frowned as you looked around and realised where he’d taken you “A shopping mall?”

“Yep, you said you needed a winter wardrobe but didn’t have time, we also needed a solo date so two birds, one stone” Ari grinned and he killed the engine.

“Yeah but the date should be a dinner date or something” you argued, shaking your head.

Ari shrugged “There’s a food court, why do you think I picked you up before lunchtime?” he offered with a lopsided grin “If you want something fancier I’ll keep that in mind for next time, I just didn’t think you were that kind of girl”

Your mouth opened to argue but you didn’t say anything, which told Ari that he’d gotten that assumption right. He grinned to himself as he got out and rounded the car to open your door.

“I don’t dislike fancy restaurants” you supplied as he held out his hand to help you down.

Ari grinned “Noted, now c’mon sweetheart as much as I love seeing you in my jacket… let’s get you a winter coat” 

You rolled your eyes but took his hand and let him help you out of his jeep. Once you were on firm ground Ari shut the car door but didn’t let his hand drop from yours. He loved the feeling of it, your hand was so much smaller than his. The feeling of your soft skin against his callused palms felt magical and he wondered what they would feel like on other parts of his body… his chest… his thighs… his cock. 

Ari shook that thought from his head. As much as he wanted otherwise, this relationship was fake. There would be no sex at all and once this was over you would be leaving Boston for bigger and better things. He had to make do with and make the most of this time he had with you, at least that way when it came to an end he had something even if it wasn’t real.

“So do you want to get some food first or straight into shopping? I know they say it’s bad to shop on an empty stomach” Ari asked as you walked into the shopping mall hand in hand. 

“That’s food shopping” you pointed out making Ari snort with laughter “but I guess it would be a good idea energy wise”

“Good plan, what would you like?” Ari asked as you rounded the corner towards the food court. 

“I don’t mind, what fits with your diet plan?” you asked looking up at him.

Ari smiled softly, he found it cute that you cared enough about that, most people didn’t “None” he answered honestly “but one meal won’t hurt, I’ll just have to pump more iron in the gym” he winked not missing the way your cheeks pinkened as you looked away quickly. 

“Okay well, how about Panda Express?” you suggested pointing over in its direction. 

“Perfect, that’s actually my favourite” Ari grinned as he started walking over it. 

“Me too” you hummed quietly as Ari led you through the crowds. 

He arched a brow and looked over his shoulder “Really?” he asked surprised. 

“Yeah me and Elena ate way too much of it during college” you chuckled softly. 

“I’m jealous, I rarely get to have it, mostly during the off-season,” he told you as he reached the back of the line. 

“What’s your go-to order?” you asked as you looked up at the menu. 

“Never the shrimp” Ari snorted shaking his head, he’d had a bad experience with the shrimp before, it wasn’t bad enough to put him off the chain but he learnt never to get seafood from a fast food chain “I go for the shanghai Angus steak and brown rice if its during the season and white or noodles for my end of season meal”

“You get it for your first meal after the season ends?” you asked turning your attention to him.

“Yeah, look forward to it every season” Ari grinned.

“You don’t go for something more fancy?” 

“Nope, what better to celebrate or drown your sorrows with than some greasy, unhealthy food” he smirked, “what do you go for?”

You let out a bit of a dramatic sigh “I’m basic and I love the orange chicken and noodles and extra fortune cookies”

Ari chuckled “Nothing wrong with being basic” he smiled warmly down at you.

“I beg to differ” you snorted shaking your head, Ari heard the hint of self-consciousness in your voice and immediately knew you were referring to what happened with your ex.

“There’s nothing wrong with it” Ari reiterated firmly “Why mess with perfection?” Your lips parted in surprise before you looked down at your feet “Plus the orange chicken is iconic”

“I guess” you mumbled still looking down at your feet. 

Ari squeezed your hand a couple of times before stepping forward to place the order, making sure to order extra fortune cookies for you. He didn’t miss the small smile that you tried to hide when he did so. 

Once he had the food he kept hold of your hand and carried the tray over to a free booth with his other hand. He placed the tray down and gestured for you to slide in, he slid in next to you and rested his arm behind you. You were so close that Ari could smell the scent of your shampoo and he loved it.

“This okay?” he asked quietly, “Steph said she’d position someone in the food court”

You turned to look at him, your eyes widening as if you only just noticed how close he was, these booths weren’t really meant for two people to sit together, especially not a rugby player “Yeah” you muttered breathlessly.

A smile twitched at Ari’s lips “Let's tuck in then, we’ve got a lot of shopping ahead of us”

You flashed him a smile before turning your attention to the food. As the two of you ate Ari asked you more questions about your life before moving to Boston. He tactically avoided anything that involved your ex since you always closed in on yourself when that happened so he focused on your life back in upstate New York. 

“I’d say that’s given me enough energy to do some shopping, without filling me up enough that I can sneak a pretzel later” Ari smirked as he stacked the empty containers “Can’t forget these though,” he said pushing the multiple fortune cookies your way.

“I can’t have all of them” you argued pushing some back towards him.

“Of course you can, I brought them for you” Ari pushed them back to you with a smirk.

“You have to have at least one,” you said grabbing one and holding it out to him.

Ari grinned and took the cookie from you “Deal but you have to tell me your fortune” 

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, cracking open a cookie and munching away as you read out the fortune “Be curious. Be present. Embrace uncertainty”

“That sounds like good fortune” Ari hummed as he rested his arm behind you again.

You hummed in agreement “Guess so, what’s yours?”

Ari opened up his cookie and smirked to himself “You will place your trust in others and be rewarded… in bed” Ari said wiggling his eyebrows.

You laughed and threw your fortune at him “You added the in-bed bit”

Ari shrugged “Maybe, maybe not… maybe in bed is where I want to be rewarded” he winked. 

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove which made Ari laugh, he dropped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. His smile turned warm when you didn’t pull away from him. 

“Should we get shopping?” you asked looking up at him. 

“If you’re ready” Ari hummed as he collected up all of the leftover fortune cookies and put them in your bag for you for later. 

“Yeah let's go, it shouldn’t take too long” 

“It’ll take however long as you need or want” Ari smiled as he stood up from the booth and held out his hand to help you up. 

You smiled softly and took his hand “It’ll take however long as my bank account can handle” you said with a pointed look.

“Don’t you worry about that” Ari winked. 

You frowned over at him “You are not paying for my clothes” you stated.

“We’ll see about that” Ari grinned “I save money for situations like this, so let me spoil my girlfriend” he said we you walked out of the food court. 

“Fake girlfriend” you corrected quietly. 

“Shush, we’re in public” Ari whispered as he leant in closer to you and pressed a kiss to your temple. 

Your head snapped in his direction, your eyes wide like saucers. 

“Sorry should have asked” Ari apologised, squeezing your hand. 

“No, no it's fine” you muttered looking down and clearing your throat. 

Ari grinned “Good” he lifted your hand up so he could kiss your knuckles. 

Over the next few hours, Ari took you into every shop that sold warm clothes. You were pretty reluctant at first but after the first couple of shops, where Ari practically had to block you from the card machine so he could pay, you started to warm up to it and have more fun. Even Ari was enjoying it, he didn’t mind sitting in the designated chair outside of the fitting rooms especially when you came back out to show off and get his opinion on a few things.

His favourite moment though was when he took you to buy a proper winter coat suitable for heavy snow. He made sure to get you the best one possible and when you tried it on he grabbed a bobble hat and scarf to go with it. Laughing when you were all bundled up and your beautiful eyes were the only part of you visible. It was such a cute sight that he had to take a photo which he saved so he could look back at it later.

Once you were done Ari carried all the bags out while you carried the pretzels, the only thing he had let you buy “Thank you for doing this Ari, you really didn’t need to” you said softly, tearing a piece off your pretzel as you both sat in his jeep. 

“I know but I wanted to” Ari smiled softly as he tucked into his own pretzel, the perfect after-shopping trip treat. 

“I promise to pay you back” 

“It's okay, I had the money and you’re helping me get onto the national team” Ari shrugged as he demolished the last of his pretzel, he wasn’t going to admit that he would have done it anyway, he did it just to see you smile and to make sure you were warm. 

“Well at least you can have your jacket back” You nodded down to his jacket that you were still wearing. 

“You can keep it, it looks good on you” Ari winked, not missing the way you blushed and looked down at yourself.  

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