#um okay idk this slapped my mind

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Teacher's Pet

Joel Miller x virgin f!reader

Summary: 25 years old, anxiety-ridden, and still a virgin, you ask your friend Joel for advice on your upcoming date. But you're more of a...hands-on learner. And he's more than happy to help. 

Warnings: PWP, unbalanced power dynamics, virgin!reader, neighbor/bff/more experienced! Joel, age gap, first kiss, virginity loss, fingering, oral (f receiving), frequent check-ins, soo much banter and Joel is a menace also so soft and sweet :')....(ends on a cliffhanger but there will be a part two I swear).

w/c: 7.7k idk what happened

a/n: I am resurfacing for your monthly reminder that I do in fact still write!! Inspiration for this came out of literally nowhere but I took it and RAN with it and I think I like it?? As always, thank you to my baby love @undrthelights for helping me with this and always listening to my rambling and for being my biggest enabler Ilysm

Part Two

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"Fine! What if, hypothetically speaking of course, you were to, hypothetically, give me a, um, hypothetical, lesson or whatever." Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel your pulse throb in your neck pound in your ears. You slowly drag your hands away from your face and look at him. He stares right back at you, brows furrowed. "A what?" "Forget it. forget I said anything,” you mutter, shaking your head.  "No no wait, hang on, what do you mean? A lesson? Like a���a sex lesson?” 

"Seriously, Joel. Fuck off" you snap but with no bite or heat behind it. You bring the sweating bottle of beer to your lips and finish the rest of the now lukewarm liquid off in one gulp. 

"What? I just find it hard to believe that you've never even had a kiss. Didn't you go to high school? Didn't you ever get invited to a party? Didn't you go to college? College kids do the do like all the time” 

"Clearly not all the time" you mutter, a tad bitterly.

Joel raises his hands defensively and takes a sip of his own beer. "Just seems crazy is all. There's gotta be some chick or dude out there willing to take pity on you and pop your cherry."

You audibly gag at his choice of words. "I don't need a pity fuck, thanks." You stand from the couch and head over to the fridge. The bottles of cold alcohol inside are calling your name and you want something that will help soothe your nerves. You're not a big drinker, but when Joel is prying into your love life like he is now, you wish you were.

"Okay,” he starts from the living room. “Maybe I worded that wrong. What I meant to say was, there's gotta be someone out there who would be more than willing to show you a good time."

You groan and let your forehead fall against the fridge door. "That's the whole point! I came here to get advice for my date, someone who might actually be interested in me, and all you've done is make fun of me for not having fucked anyone yet. So thanks, Joel. You're a real pal."

You push away from the fridge and slam the door shut, a second beer in hand.

"Alright, alright, calm down." He says, hands in the air as if you were holding him at gunpoint as you head back to the couch. "Look, if this guy really likes you then he's not gonna care. Probably won't even be able to tell if you are or aren't."

"You think so?" You ask hopefully.

"Well, I mean, unless you're like... super bad."

Your heart drops into your stomach and you glare at him, "Joel."

"Oh come on, I'm kidding. You're not gonna be bad, okay? Just, go into it with an open mind and just relax. If he tries something you're not comfortable with or makes you feel weird, tell him. And if he gets pissy, dump his ass."

"That simple, huh?" You scoff.

"Well, yeah. You're the one who made it complicated by thinking it was a big deal."

"It is a big deal, Joel! I know nothing!

"Nothing? You ain’t ever watched porn? Jesus, I had no idea you were such a prude."

You can't stop yourself from rolling your eyes and slapping the back of your hand against his arm. He yelps and laughs, rubbing his arm.

"I've watched porn before" you retort. 

"What kind?" he asks with a wiggle of his brows.

"None of your fucking business" you respond, feeling your face heat up.

Joel's lips quirk into a shit-eating grin and you're quick to smack him again.

"Okay okay, sorry!" he says through his laughter. "So what exactly are you afraid of?"

You're not really sure how to answer. It's a combination of so many things, most of which are irrational fears and insecurities. Sure you've seen it all done before, but you're well aware that none of it is realistic. At least, not completely. And just the fact that you're freshly 25 years old without a single notch in your bedpost makes you dizzy with anxiety. It's not like you're saving yourself or anything, it's just that hook up culture has never agreed with you and there's never been an opportunity that made you feel like it was the right one. That is until now, with your cute coworker who you thought was miles out of your league asking you out on a third date. And now, the prospect of being in bed with him is looming over you like a dark cloud and the last thing you want to do is mess it up.

"I guess, I'm just afraid that he's gonna be disappointed, or I'm gonna weird him out, or I'm gonna do something wrong and embarrass myself.” Joel nods along and listens. "And if it is bad then we still have to work with each other and then what if it's awkward and everyone knows about it and then he hates me and--"

"Okay, whoa slow down there, buddy" Joel says, putting a hand on your shoulder. "One, you're overthinking this. You're literally thinking like, five steps ahead of what's actually going on. It's a date. And even if it does end up in the bedroom, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. No one's forcing you, okay? He can't. No one can."

"I know, but I want to," you reply quietly.

"Alright. Then do."

"I don't know howwww!! " you whine, flopping backwards into the couch.

Joel groans and sits up a little straighter, scrubbing a hand down his face. 

"Well, there's no magic trick, I don't have a secret sex manual I'm holding out on ya."

You sigh, shoulders sagging as you look over at him. The idea comes out of nowhere, well, not exactly from nowhere, but it pops in your head so fast that you then have to bite your tongue before the words bubbling up from your throat come tumbling out. 

It's not a bad idea, not necessarily. 

You've been good friends with Joel ever since you moved in next door last year. An unlikely pairing, a 40 year old contractor and an almost 25 year old office worker. But after offering him a six pack as part of introducing yourself to the neighbors, you'd gotten along fabulously. He fixes things around your house and you send him home with hot dinners and warm, gooey cookies and you watch movies together almost every Friday night.

 It's an easy friendship, open and honest and supportive, and Joel has never given you reason not to trust him. He's a good guy, if not a little brash, but you know deep down he means well. And it doesn't hurt that he's objectively attractive, with his tall and sturdy frame, strong, calloused hands, dark messy curls....It's not a bad idea.

It's an absolutely insane idea. 

You continue to stare at him, clenching your teeth together to hold back the question sitting on the tip of your tongue.

"What?" he says, looking back at you.

"Nothing" you mutter, eyes flicking away.

"You've got that face you make when you're about to say something really stupid, so just get it out."

You glare at him again, not enjoying the way he can read you so well.

"I wasn't gonna say anything."

"Well now you're lying."

"I'm not."

"You're doing it again!"

"Doing what?!"

"That face!"

"I'm not making a face!"

"Yes you are! Just spit it out!"

You groan and hide your face in your hands. You blame it on the one beer even though you know you’re not anywhere close to being drunk because how else would you justify what you’re about to say? You wait a moment, thinking about the weight of it but your mouth opens before you can stop yourself. 

"Fine! What if, hypothetically speaking of course, you were to, hypothetically, give me a, um, hypothetical, lesson or whatever."

Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel your pulse throb in your neck and hear it in your ears. You slowly drag your hands away from your face and look at him. He stares right back at you, brows furrowed.

"A what?"

"Forget it. forget I said anything,” you mutter, shaking your head. 

"No no wait, hang on, what do you mean? A lesson? Like a…a sex lesson?” 

His eyes are wide, and he looks incredulous. You can't blame him, because the more time that passes between your suggestion and now, the more ridiculous the idea seems.

"I’m sorry, that was…It was stupid. Pretend I didn't say anything. Let's just watch a movie." You move to grab the remote, but Joel's hand covers yours, stopping you.

"Is that what you want?"

You look at him, searching his expression for any sign of disgust or apprehension. But all you can see is the same Joel you've known for months, patient, warm, and understanding.

"I know. I know it's stupid. But I can't get this date out of my head, Joel. It's all I can think about and the more I do, the more worried I get and I just don't want to fuck it up. And I know we're friends and this is weird and gross, but I just thought that... maybe, I could have some practice, so to speak."

He doesn't say anything. Just keeps looking at you, the panic rising in your chest the longer the silence stretches. You start to fidget, wringing your hands together in your lap.

"I'm sorry, that was way out of line" you say, moving to stand up, your skin sweaty and hot with embarrassment and your feet ready to run out the door and never come back. 

But Joel catches your wrist, gently pulling you back down to sit next to him.

"Joel" you whine, not wanting him to humiliate you any further.

"It's okay, come here."

His voice is softer than before, and his eyes are kind. You let him pull you closer, the two of you sitting knee to knee. You can't bring yourself to look him in the eyes, not with your cheeks and the tips of your ears burning like they are, but Joel doesn't push. He simply moves his hand from your wrist, sliding it into yours. His palms are rough and warm, and the simple touch alone is comforting.

"You really wanna do this?” he asks softly. You can feel his eyes boring into you. “I mean, I'm not exactly a prize winning catch. And it's not like there's a shortage of willing men out there."

You shrug and chew the inside of your lip.

"Yeah, but you're my friend and I...I trust you."

There's another pause, and you wish that you could just disappear into the couch and erase this moment from your memory.

"How drunk are you?" he asks, glancing at the beer bottle on the coffee table.

"You saw me finish one bottle. And half of another. I’m barely tipsy."

"Not drunk?”

"Nope."

"You're gonna remember this tomorrow."

"Uh huh."

"And you still want to?"

You groan for the millionth time and squeeze his hand.

"Yes I want to! Look, if you don't want to then that's fine. It was just a dumb suggestion and we can just forget this ever happened."

He hums, considering your words. His hand slips out of yours, and you think that's it, you've scared him off and washed the friendship down the drain. That you'll have to hide from him from now on, that you'll have to pack your things up and move because the mortification would be too much, and that he'll hate you, and—

His two fingers sliding under chin surprise you, and he tilts your head up. He's looking down at you with that same even expression, eyes big, soft, and warm as he slides his hand over to cup your jaw in his palm. 

"If you want to stop at any point, just say so, okay? I won't be upset and we can go back to the way things were before. Got it?"

You nod, your throat suddenly too tight to speak. His thumb sweeps over your cheekbone, the tender touch is enough to make your heart skip a beat. There’s no way this is actually happening. That your first kiss is going to be with your 40 year old menace of a neighbor. That you’re going to, how did you put it, get a sex lesson from him. His gaze flicks down to your lips and back up to your eyes and you’re positive you’re no longer able to breathe. 

"Can I kiss you?" he asks softly. You nod. 

You're sure he can hear the thumping of your heart in his own ears as he leans down. His other hand comes to rest on your hip and when his lips touch yours, a soft, tentative pressure, you're not prepared for the electricity that shoots through you.

He's barely done anything and already you feel like you're floating. Your own hands reach out to clutch his shirt, keeping him close, afraid he'll pull away and leave you cold and wanting if you don't. But he stays put, pressing himself against you, his lips working gently against yours. You follow his lead, kissing him back while trying not to overthink it.

It's nothing like the kisses in the movies or the books, where fireworks explode behind your eyelids or where your foot pops up in the air. It's far more subdued, more quiet and subtle. But the warmth that pools low in your belly and the goosebumps that erupt on your skin when his tongue slides against the seam of your lips, light and quick, makes you absolutely melt. 

He pulls back before you can really react, and you're left with a dizzying rush of both blistering desire and excruciating anxiety. You want to pull him back in and never let him go. But your heart is beating so fast you can hardly breathe, your nerves are buzzing, and the urge to run and hide is nearly paralyzing. 

"Was it bad?" you ask tentatively, cheeks heated.

"No" he replies, giving your hip a squeeze as a smirk plays on his lips. "It was fucking awful. Worst kiss of my life"

"Shut up!" you hiss, pushing him away with a hand on his chest. He laughs, the sound easing some of the tension in your body. 

"I'm just teasing" he says, voice dropping lower. "C'mere, we can work on it."

His lips find yours again, and you try not to smile into the kiss but it's hard when you can feel the way his lips are quirked up as well. It doesn’t take much else to get you to relax and let yourself fall into the moment, into the gentle press of his mouth and the warm hands on your hip and your cheek. He swipes his tongue against your lips again, his fingers pressing lightly into the hinge of your jaw to tilt your head back and coax your lips apart.

You let him, sighing as his tongue glides across yours, hot and smooth and sweet. Your hands slide up his chest, finding purchase around his shoulders, and when you move forward, pushing yourself against him, he grunts softly but lets you. He kisses you until the both of you are gasping for air, and when he pulls back, his lips are wet and red and you're certain yours must be as well.

"Better?" you ask, a bit breathless.

"Getting there" he answers with, his breath warm where it fans across your cheek. 

"You're such a liar" you say with a goofy smile.

"Yeah, I know. Now try again, practice makes perfect.” 

You roll your eyes but lean back in nonetheless. It's a bit more heated this time, the feeling of his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip making you squirm. His hand rounds over your hip, palm smoothing to the small of your back to pull you closer, the heat of his body radiating through your clothes and warming your skin. Your hands move on their own accord, no thought behind the action as they slide up to his shoulders and then his neck, your fingers finding home in the curls at the base of his skull. When you give them a slight tug, you're rewarded with a muffled grunt from Joel. Emboldened, you pull back, lips swollen and tingling.

"You’re a good kisser,” you pant. "Is that something people usually say?"

"When it’s true" he says, grinning at you. "And since I know you're gonna ask, I'd say that was a C+, maybe a B-."

You scoff but blush furiously at the smile he flashes, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

"Well then, tell me what to do next. What do I need to know?"

Joel hums as he thinks for a moment. 

"What do you want to do?"

You stare at him for a second, blinking.

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you" you say, shaking your head a bit.

"Well, how far do you want to take this?"

You swallow hard, suddenly feeling very shy. You can’t deny that when the idea popped in your head it was accompanied by the mental image of you naked, spread out on his bed, but the actual act of asking him, or better yet, actually doing it is... intimidating to say the least. Are you really about to let him go all the way, to see you bare and vulnerable, let him pop your cherry as he would disgustingly put it? All just to “prepare” for a date with a guy who might not even like you that way?

Yeah, probably.

"All the way" you answer. “I want to go all the way” 

He doesn’t pounce on you like you expected, doesn’t press his lips against yours in a frenzied kiss that you had half hoped for. Instead, he simply looks at you, his brown eyes boring into yours, searching.

"Are you sure? You can always say no and you're not gonna lose me as a friend if this isn’t what you actually want. I don’t want you thinking that."

You can't help the laugh that bubbles up and slips out, because of course Joel, your kind, thoughtful Joel, would say that. He's a good man. A great one, even.

"Yes, I'm sure. But if you don't want to, I get it, I can just leave and-"

Joel laughs, the sound traveling up from deep in his chest, the rumble vibrating against you.

"Sweetheart, I wouldn't be doin’ this if I didn't want to. Just makin’ sure this is what you really want."

"I want it.” 

He squeezes your hip and swipes a thumb over your cheekbone once again. 

“Alright then.” He nods, firm and resolute, and then looks around the room. “ We’re not doing it here, though. If you're getting the full Joel Miller experience, we're gonna do it right.” 

Your eyes roll reflexively, but your heart picks up its pace regardless.

"I’m not gonna do anything if you call it that ever again."

"Fine, fine,” he relents. “Let me show you what a good, thorough fucking feels like. Better?"

Your jaw drops, and he's laughing at you, his body shaking with amusement.

"Fuck you" you grumble, shoving him away while trying to hide your coy smile. 

"Yeah, that's what I'm hoping for," he says with a wide, self-assured grin.

"I'm leaving" you declare with a false sense of offense as you rise to your feet. Joel is quick to do the same and before you can take a single step away, he slips a finger through the belt loop of your jeans and tugs you back into him, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I’ll stop, I’ll stop. I'm sorry" he says, not sounding it one bit.

You huff, but let him pull you closer until you’re pressed against his chest and you have to tilt your head back to look at him.

"I’ll be good. I promise."

"Liar"

"Well, yeah. But I can promise that I'll make you feel good."

You can't help the giggle that spills out and he kisses it away, his lips warm and plush and sweet against yours. The hand not resting on your lower back comes up, curling around the nape of your neck and keeping you close. You sink into him, and the fog creeps in again, dulling the rest of the world, making it seem fuzzy and distant, like the memory of a dream. All you can focus on is him, the warm solid weight of him against you, the strong arms holding you, the way his mouth moves against yours. And then he’s pulling back all too soon and you have to stifle a whine.

"Come on" he says, tugging at your hand.

His bedroom is dim, the little lamp on his nightstand and the faint glow of the moon through the curtains providing the only light. You swallow and take a deep breath as you step inside, your bare toes digging into the plush carpet, his hand warm and large where it grips yours.

He holds onto you as he sits on the edge of the bed. You step forward, letting him pull you between his knees. His hands settle on your hips, and you can feel their heat through the fabric of your shirt.

He doesn’t ask if you're sure again and you’re grateful because you’re not sure if you could form any kind of response right now. Instead, he slides his hands up and under your shirt, fingers dancing across your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps. Your breath hitches as his hands smooth over your ribs and around to your back, the tips of his fingers mapping out the curve of your spine, skimming over each notch and bump. They climb higher, the fabric of your shirt bunching around his wrists. 

“Can I take this off, baby?”

Your heart jumps to your throat but you nod anyway. He grabs the hem and tugs your shirt up and and you lift your arms so he can slip it off over your head. He tosses it aside, the fabric falling to the floor beside the bed. You’re left exposed, vulnerable and bare, save for the worn out bra you wear, a few too many washes and a few years past its prime.

Your hands itch where they hang by your side with the instinct to cover yourself, hide the imperfections that you know so well, the stretch marks, the softness of your stomach, the way the cups of your bra are just a bit too small and spill over the tops.

But then he’s pressing his lips to the space just above your navel, his scruff tickling your skin and making the muscles in your abdomen jump and twitch. His hands find your waist again, and when his lips continue their path upwards, his palms follow, skimming up your sides, thumbs tracing the outline of your ribs before stopping at the band of your bra.

"This too?" he asks, voice quiet and husky.

"Yeah" you answer with a squeak, and he grins like a kid in a candy store.

His fingers undo the clasp deftness that makes your knees go weak, the straps slipping from your shoulders and the whole thing sliding down your arms, landing somewhere near your shirt. 

"God, baby, look at you" he murmurs, his hands cupping the underside of your breasts, his thumbs sweeping over the tops and then down the slope and around your nipple. Your breath hitches, the gentle touch sending a shiver up your spine. "You're fucking perfect."

The praise is unexpected and it sends a jolt of heat through your core. You whimper quietly and his hands are on you again, the calloused palms rough on the soft skin of your breasts. He kneads the flesh, squeezing gently before rolling your nipples between his fingers, pulling and pinching and teasing. 

He pulls you closer and ducks his head, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He looks up at you through his lashes, eyes dark and hooded, and his pupils blown wide with desire.

"Can I?" he asks.

"Please."

He leans in and wraps his lips around a peaked nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, the gentle heat of his mouth on your skin making your knees weak.

His mouth works on one breast, tongue flicking and teasing while his free hand continues its work on the other. Pleasure builds and coils deep inside, the sensation unfamiliar but certainly not unwelcome. You whimper and he pulls away, releasing your nipple with a wet pop before giving it a sweet parting kiss.

He turns his attention to the other, his teeth grazing over the stiff peak and drawing a whine from your lips. He sighs when your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling at the strands until he groans softly against you. He sucks your other nipple into his mouth, the flat of his tongue pressing against it and dragging up and around, swirling and flicking. You’re already breathless, panting, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your forehead.

"Feels good, Joel," you whisper shyly. 

"I know, honey" he says, a soft smile pulling at his lips when he pulls away. "Feel good anywhere else?"

He doesn't wait for a response, simply slips a hand between your thighs, cupping you through the denim, the simple action making you squeak.

"Here, huh?" he says, the heel of his palm pressing against you.

You gasp softly and nod, biting your lip, too shy to say anything.

"Get on the bed, baby."

You comply, crawling onto the mattress and scooting backwards towards the pillows, sitting at the head of the bed as you watch him. His eyes never leave you as he pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. Your heart thumps as you stare at his bare chest, his tanned skin dotted with a light dusting of salt and pepper hair. He's broad, his shoulders thick and chest solid. Your fingers burn with the urge to reach out and touch him, so you do, extending a tentative, slightly shaky hand.

He watches you closely, eyes flitting down to the palm pressed against his chest before meeting yours again, his mouth curling into a smile.

"You can touch" he says, reaching down to curl a hand around your wrist and bringing it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the center of your palm before guiding your hand back down to his chest. "I think most people would enjoy that."

"You're having entirely too much fun with this,” you mumble while your fingers spread out across his pec.  

"It is fun" he counters, his own hand sliding up the inside of your thigh, thumb pressing against the seam of your jeans and rubbing up and down. "But it'll be more fun once these come off"

Your lips part, a puff of air rushing out.

"You gonna take them off?" you ask, the words slipping out, bold and unbidden.

He grins, his brow quirking up.

"Look at you, being all bossy"

"You like it" you say, finally feeling some of the anxiety slipping away, the familiar and comfortable banter between the two of you slipping into place in a new, unfamiliar situation.

His smile takes up nearly his whole face as moves closer. 

“I sure do.” 

He looms over you, bracing himself on an elbow next to your head before ducking down to kiss you, his tongue easily slipping into your mouth, warm and insistent. You sigh into it, your hands finding the warm, bare skin of his back, muscles gliding beneath your palms as you slide them up and around, fingertips digging into his shoulders. He's so warm and solid and you can't help the little noise that slips out, a soft, needy moan. You're about to break the kiss and beg him to touch you, give you something, anything, but he pulls back before you can. 

"Impatient. I like that too" he says, voice barely above a whisper.

He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then down your neck, his beard scraping against your skin. He continues his path, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses across your collarbones and down the valley between your breasts, his beard tickling your sternum.

His palm presses into the top of your thigh, and you instinctively open your legs for him, his hand immediately moving to cup you through the denim, thick fingers pressing against the seam and the bundle of nerves just below. Your hips rock up, seeking more pressure and he grins, entirely too pleased with himself right now.

You huff, and he laughs, the sound rumbling in his chest, but he relents, undoing the button and zipper of your jeans and tugging the fabric down, revealing the pair of pink panties underneath. 

Joel sits up, pulling your jeans down your legs and letting them drop off the side of the bed, the sound of the denim hitting the floor indicating that you've officially crossed a line that neither of you can come back from. But if the hungry, desperate look on his face and the way you're practically vibrating underneath him are any indication, neither of you want to.

"I'll start with just my fingers, yeah?" he says, his hands running up the insides of your thighs, touch light and teasing, the tips of his fingers brushing the edge of your panties. You nod dumbly, at a complete loss for words right now.

He ducks his head, his lips landing on the smooth skin stretched over your hip bone. You squirm, ticklish, and he grins. His mouth is a great distraction from his hand, which has found its way back in between your legs, his fingers now pressing against damp fabric.

"Shit" he curses, his touch firm. "Fuckin' soaked already. Am I just that good?" he quips with a smirk.

"Jesus do you ever shut up" you gripe, but the effect is ruined by the whimper that escapes you when his thumb sweeps up, pressing hard against your clit. 

"Oh, that's a pretty sound" he murmurs, repeating the motion to pull out another one, your hips bucking against his hand.

"Now," he starts, his tone shifting to the same one he uses when he's about to impart some life lesson. "This guy you're gonna see, or any man for that matter, should always take care of you before himself. That's just common fuckin' sense. And if he doesn't, you send him on his way" he continues. "Because a man that don't wanna see a woman get off is no fuckin' man at all"

You're about to interrupt, tell him he's an idiot and ask him to please, please, get on with it, but his fingers sliding under the elastic of your panties, swiftly pulling them down your legs steals the breath from your lungs. Your pulse sky rockets and you shift underneath him, crossing your thighs in instinctual effort to hide yourself from him. 

"M'sorry I didn't shave or anything" you blurt out, your throat tight with anxiety and embarrassment once again 

Joel just shakes his head as he pries your legs apart.

"Baby, I could not give less of a shit about that."

"But-"

"No" he says, the word firm, an edge of command to his tone. "You’re not apologizin’ for that. And if a man gives a shit, he's a fuckin' child who doesn't deserve the honor of bein' between these thighs" he says, pushing your knees further apart.

You nod and bite your lip, the words that are just so very Joel, settling in your chest and easing the tension in your body. You let out a long, slow breath and relax, trying to ease the nervousness.

"There ya go" he says, his fingers dancing along your slit, gathering the slick pooling there. You shudder at the gentle touch, your hips rolling up just a bit before you force them back down into the mattress, trying to keep yourself still.

"Nuh-uh. None of that" he says, immediately noticing the movement. He slides his free hand under you, his palm pushing into the small of your back and encouraging you to move again, to lean into your pleasure. "You take what you want, baby. Show me how good it feels. That's all I wanna see."

You squirm and whimper, the simple, almost lazy touch driving you insane. You've touched yourself before, brought yourself over the edge while imagining what it would be like to have the things you read about and watch in videos happen to you. But you've never managed to make yourself feel this good, never felt pleasure so intense, never felt a burning pressure in your abdomen so demanding that it radiates all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.

And he's barely touched you.

"How's that feel?"

You can't even form the words, so you just nod and hum, the sound a mix of a whimper and a moan, your hips rolling up against his palm. He chuckles, and then the pressure increases, the friction building, his fingers slipping down, collecting more of your wetness to ease the drag against your skin.

He moves his fingers down, down, down, the tip of one circling your entrance, gathering the wetness pooling there. You whine loudly, any shame and modesty you once had replaced entirely with desperate need and pure desire.

"Please, Joel" you whisper, voice shaky.

"I gotcha" he says, dipping his fingertip in, just barely, and pulling a moan from deep in your chest. "Gonna give you what you need"

You groan, a long, low sound as he slowly sinks his finger into you. It's nothing like your own, so perfectly thick and long/ And you found the spot before, the spot that he curls his finger up into, but never at this angle, never with the perfect amount of pressure that he's applying right now. 

"Mmm, look at that" he coos as you clench tightly around his finger.

"Joel, god, feels so good" you whimper pathetically. 

"I know, honey, I know."

You clench again, the cockiness and self-assured attitude that usually gets under your skin now ignites your whole body in an entirely different way. He keeps his eyes on your face, watching as your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth drops open, your head tipping back as the pleasure builds.

"Another" you beg, the fullness not nearly enough.

"Greedy girl" he chides, but he pulls his finger out, and slides two back in. You swear that you could come from this alone, but he doesn't let you, the hand that was supporting your lower back disappearing, only to reappear between your thighs, his thumb circling your clit with firm, steady strokes.

White hot pleasure wraps around the base of your spine, the dual sensations of his fingers and his thumb sending you spiraling. The sounds falling from your lips are unrecognizable, high and desperate as your mind goes blissfully blank, your entire focus on the heat coiling in your abdomen. Your eyebrows pinch together and you bury your face in the pillow next to your head, trying to hide the ridiculous expression you're surely making, but you inhale the traces of his shampoo and cologne that cling to the fabric, the scent pushing you even closer to the edge. 

You try to hold back. Surely you're not supposed to come this quickly, not just from two fingers and a thumb. Surely that's a sign that you're an easy lay, or too inexperienced, or-

"Just let it happen, baby. I can feel it, Just let go" Joel says, his voice cutting through the thoughts racing through your mind, his fingers crooking inside you and dragging across the spot that makes your hips stutter and a cry fall from your lips.

You can't hold back any longer, the pleasure cresting and crashing down around you. You squeeze his fingers, your back arching, the heels of your feet digging into the mattress as you roll your hips up into his touch, seeking more and more and more. And he gives and gives and gives, working you through it and drawing it out for as long as he can before you melt into the mattress, bones and muscles liquid and warm and satisfied.

He pulls his fingers out, and the sudden emptiness draws a disappointed whine from you, his answering chuckle making you smile.

"That was- fuck" you sigh, not quite capable of coherent thought.

"Absolutely mind-blowing? Yeah I know" he teases. You roll your eyes but don't say anything because it's true, and his cocky grin fades into a soft smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he watches you return to Earth. 

"Can I- can I return the favor?" you ask, your gaze flicking down to the noticeable bulge in his jeans.

He grunts and shakes his head.

"Not yet. Got somethin' else in mind."

You frown and push yourself up onto your elbows, watching as he shifts from his position. You're about to ask what he's going to do until he's settling himself on his stomach between your thighs. You suck in a sharp breath as you realize exactly what he's got planned and your heart jumps, anxiety clouding your mind once again. 

He rests his cheek on your thigh, his eyes meeting yours.

"Alright?"

You swallow and nod, licking your lips.

"Yeah. Just... no one's ever-"

"Yeah, I got that much, that's why we're here" he says, smiling smugly when you glare at him. 

"But what if it's not good? Or I don't taste good? Or-"

"Stop" he says, the single word halting your runaway train of thought. "You need lessons in relaxing, not sex. You're so fucking tense all the time"

"Sorry" you say, immediately cringing.

He sighs, his breath ghosting over the skin of your inner thigh, making you shiver. "What did I say about apologizin'?" he says, his tone slightly sharp.

"I know. Sorry- shit, sorry! Fuck!"

He barks out a laugh and you huff, bringing up both hands to scrub over your face.

"See what I mean?"

"Yes, yes, you're very smart and know everything"

He hums and nips at your thigh.

"Damn right I do."

You want to snark back, but his mouth is moving, his lips trailing down the inside of your thigh and towards where you're aching for him, slick and wet and throbbing. He takes his time, laying kisses on your thighs, hips, and stomach, his scruff scraping the sensitive skin, huffing out a laugh when you start to squirm, your patience wearing thin.

His hands smooth over the soft flesh of your inner thighs, urging you to spread them wider before spreading you open with his thumbs, exposing you completely. You feel exposed, vulnerable, and the urge to close your legs and hide yourself from his gaze is overwhelming, the embarrassment making your skin burn. But before you can even think about closing them, his tongue is on you, sliding up the length of you and circling your clit. The moan that escapes you is embarrassingly loud and high pitched, but the mortification is easily swallowed up by the pleasure.

He hums against you, the sound and the feeling sending a shudder through your body. Your hands grip the pillow behind your head and you try not to buck up into his mouth, but your attempts are futile. He doesn't seem to mind though, in fact you think it spurs him on, his tongue flattening against you and lapping at you messily, the wetness he's coaxed from you smearing across his mouth and chin.

The sound is lewd and obscene, the sloppy, slick noises and the soft grunts and groans that rumble in his chest as he works you up. He pulls back, his breath coming out in pants, his chest heaving as he looks up at you, his eyes dark and hooded.

"Don't know what you were worried about" he says, his voice low and raspy. "You taste fuckin' divine"

His beard is shiny and damp, his lips glistening, hair messy from where your fingers were tangled in it. The sight of him looking so completely disheveled and filthy has you clenching around nothing, the ache almost too much to bear.

He doesn't say anything else, just ducks his head and gets back to work, his mouth moving with a renewed urgency, his hands gripping your thighs and pushing them further apart, allowing him better access.

Your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open, a constant stream of moans and whines and babbling pleas and praises falling from your lips, but you're not really sure what you're saying, not really sure of anything except the intoxicating pleasure coursing through your veins.

You hear him moan, can feel the vibration against your skin, and you glance down at him, and that's a mistake. The sight of him, his eyes closed and brows drawn together in concentration, his cheeks hollowed out as he sucks and nips and laps at you and– is he fucking grinding his hips into the mattress?

You're fucked.

A throaty moan tumbles past your lips as your hips start to rock, a rhythm forming as you chase your orgasm. His hands leave your thighs and he slides one arm up, the weight of it resting against your abdomen to keep you still while his other hand snakes down, fingers dipping inside again, finding the spot that makes you see stars.

"Fuck, Joel, please, oh my god, I'm so- please"

He groans in response, the hand on your stomach pressing down harder to meet the two fingers curling and stroking inside of you. You cry out at the increased pressure right as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud, his fingers moving faster and faster. Flames lick up your spine and spread throughout your body, threatening to burn you alive. 

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, knocking the wind out of you and turning your limbs to jello. Wave after wave of blinding euphoria crashes over you and all you can do is cling to the pillow and arch your back, your toes curling as he continues to work his fingers and tongue, happily letting you ride his face and grind into his mouth.

He doesn't let up, not until you're a whimpering, trembling mess, physically pushing his head away when it becomes too much. He pulls back reluctantly, a wicked grin plastered to his face, his chin and mouth absolutely soaked. You're panting, struggling to catch your breath as the aftershocks make you shiver despite the content warmth spreading throughout your entire body.You feel sated and sleepy, a bone deep satisfaction making you feel boneless. 

But as you come down from your high, rational thoughts start to filter in and you suddenly remember the reason this all started in the first place.

You're here to learn, he should be teaching you how to please a man.

How to please him. 

You watch as he gets off the bed and wipes his chin with the back of his hand. Your eyes shamelessly rake over him, the dusty pink flush that decorates his neck and chest, the curve of his belly down to the impressive bulge in his jeans. 

You push yourself up, ignoring the way your arms tremble with the effort. He looks at you, his eyes scanning your face no doubt looking for signs of distress.

"You ok?" he asks, eyebrows pinched together in his typical concerned Joel fashion.

"Yeah" you say, a little breathlessly. "But I still want to..."

Your voice trails off and you glance down at his crotch, hoping he gets the message.

"That's alright, baby. It's a lot, we don't-"

"No" you interrupt, a hint of desperation in your voice. "You said you would teach me. Please, Joel. I-I wanna learn" You hope it's a good enough cover to the fact that you really just want him, your original goal forgotten. "I just don't want to embarrass myself" you add, pouting slightly for good measure, praying to god that he can’t detect the underlying want for him and him only.

He watches you for a moment, seemingly contemplating his decision. And then his eyes narrow, because of course he knows. There's never been an instance where you succeeded in lying to this man. He always, always knows when something is off.

"Alright" he says, a slow smile spreading across his face, something mischievous sparkling in his eyes. "Dick sucking class is now in session"

You groan, your face twisting with visible disgust.

"Oh my god, that was terrible."

"What? It's true" he says with a shrug.

"That is- no, no way. Never say those words ever again. Ever." you say, pointing a finger at him accusingly.

"Or what?" he challenges, taking a step towards the bed.

You gulp and lick your lips.

"Or..."

He waits expectantly for a response. You have none, so you just shake your head and look away.

"Yeah, that's what I thought"

You glare at him and then sigh.

"You're a bully"

"Am I?” He asks, taking a step back to give you more room. “ 'Cause you're the one that asked me to teach ya. On your knees, kid. Let's see whatcha got."

You chew on the inside of your cheek, trying to suppress a grin. You don't know how he does it, but his ability to make a joke or a quip out of anything always has a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, even when the jokes are awful and the puns are terrible. Even when the joke is about you getting ready to suck his dick. 

"You're a bully and a pervert" you say, sliding off the bed and sliding to your knees, the plush carpet doing a decent job at protecting your joints.

"And proud of it.”

"Pride is a sin."

"So is premarital sex, so I'll see you in hell, honey"

You snort and look up at him from your place on the floor, grinning widely.

"You're ridiculous"

"You love it"

And that's the thing, isn't it?

Because you do. You love his innate ability to make you laugh, to make you smile even when he's about to take your fucking virginity. He knows how to comfort you, how to put you at ease, when to push you with his teasing and when to pull back and let you take control. You've never met a person who has so effortlessly made their way into your heart.

And here you are, on your knees for him under the false pretense of practicing for a man who's name you can't even remember right now.

You shake your head, the motion clearing the thoughts and the emotions that were swirling in your head, the ones that make you want to stand up and kiss him, kiss him until your lips are numb and you're left gasping for air.

"Joel?" you say his name softly.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Teach me."

Part 2 is already in the works I promise hehehe thank you for reading I hope u all enjoy!!

[jenosbigtoe]

okay so I've been thinking...

you're dating nomin and jeno was fucking you while jaemin was getting groceries. jeno though it would be a good idea if you would call jaemin to see if he could notice.

(IDK WHY BUT SOME KIND OF IDEA LIKE TJAT HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR FOREVER😫)

mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: lee jeno x reader x na jaemin

warnings: poly nomin, phone sex (kinda), unprotected sex, daddy kink

a/n: when i tell you when this came in my inbox 😵 i almost passed away

“stop fucking moving.”

jeno hisses into your ear as his hips drill into yours from the back relentlessly. he has you trapped underneath him, his thick arms locking you into place to keep you from squirming out of his grip. your throat is almost raw from the moans spilling out of your mouth with every thrust of his cock. as he continues to pound your abused cunt, you arch your back and push your ass back to meet his thrusts.

“fuck- daddy go faster,” you whine.

the feeling of every ridge and every vein on his thick cock rubbing against your gummy walls and his heavy balls slapping against your clit with every thrust left your legs shaking and core tingling with intense euphoria. you don’t even hear the phone ring and vibrate on the nightstand until jeno holds the phone’s blaring ringtone right next to your ear.

“answer it,” he rasps.

your mind is numb with pleasure and you can barely register what is going on. “w-what?” you gasp out.

he doesn’t relent his thrusts, continuing to pound your pussy like he was trying to break you in half. “i said answer the phone.”

he gives a particularly sharp thrust to your cunt, reaching his cock deep into your walls and kissing your womb. a shock wave shoots up your body, causing you to scream out in pleasure. before you can even give a reply, he’s always swiping the answer button.

“hey dude,” he answers. but he doesn’t stop fucking you, still thrusting his cock in and out of your poor little cunt in a steady rhythm. “yeah she’s right here. wanna talk to her?”

you panic, shaking your head no no no but he puts on the phone on speaker and places it next to you anyways.

“hi baby” a familiar voice calls out from the other side of the screen.

you want to freak out. “daddy, please,” you whimper quietly. you turn around to face your boyfriend from behind you with a desperate look on your face.

but he’s already grinning back at you with an evil look on his face as he places the phone next to your face. he continues to thrust his hips into yours, tightening his grip on your body to keep you from even thinking about getting away. he mouths to you, it’s just jaemin, baby. you can talk to him. he’s your boyfriend too.

“hello? baby are you there?”

your mind is a mess and you can hardly think straight enough to decide what to do next. “y-yes? why d-did you call, jaem? did you need something?”

“well i called because i’m at the grocery store. i know i ate the last of your favorite oreos and i promised to buy you more but they’re out of the kind you like. which flavor should i get instead? they have birthday cake, java chip, mint, ooooh snickerdoodle that sounds good, um-“

jeno’s hand snakes down to your throbbing core, rubbing your clit as he fucks your hole. you bite your lip and try to breathe through your nose, holding back moans threatening to spill out into the phone.

“fuck, that’s fine th-that’s fine!” you cut him off. you pussy clenches around jeno’s length, squeezing him as punishment for putting you in this position. the combination of his hand on your clit and his cock in your pussy is driving you crazy, sending waves of pleasure from your core to every nerve in your body.

you can hear the confusion in his voice at your outburst. “um, baby, i said I’m sorry for eating them. i mean-“

jeno’s hips deliver a particular sharp thrust straight into your cunt, completely bottoming out and reaching even deeper than before. you yelp, caught off guard and unable to hold back.

“j-jaemin just get whatever! i don’t c-care, fuck,” you try to steady your breathing but with jeno’s cock pumping in and out of you and bringing you closer to your climax, you can hardly even think straight.

between jeno’s thrusts and his work on your clit, your orgasm crashes over your senses like an earth shattering wave, filling your body with pure euphoria. your hips shake erratically and your cunt clenches around his thrusting cock uncontrollably as you ride out your orgasm. he continues to fuck you through your climax, relishing in the way your cunt drips around his cock and squeezes him so deliciously with your release.

from the way jeno’s length starts to twitch against your walls, you know he’s close. his thrusts go from strong and steady to fast and erratic as he desperately chases his orgasm.

the phone has been silent for a while and you think jaemin has already hung up.

until you hear him say “did you really think i didn’t know what you were doing this entire time? what you sound like when you’re getting your pussy fucked? like i don’t know that you only call us daddy when we’re fucking you like the dumb slut you are? open the fucking door i’m already home.”

[exhaslo]

Hii exh!! I was wondering if u can do a request I have in mind, it’s basically CEO!Cold!Miguel x shy!Sweet!reader and Miguel literally needs stress relief but only reader can help him but as he fucks her in his office, he starts saying the most non sense shit about how he always stalks & admires her every time he sees her at work or home which has reader hella shocked and he also has a big breeding kink def :3 (this is my first time writing a request and I’m sorry if I didn’t explain right idk how to explain stuff😭)

I love me some cold!Miguel x shy!Reader shit. I'll write the hell out of this one, haha. Also, you are totally fine, thank you for allowing me to be the first one to receive your first request!!

So sorry that I'm writing this hella late tho. I had so many requests in December that it wasn't even funny. *cries*

Warning: MINORS DNI, smut, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, overstimulation, rough sex

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There were a lot of things Miguel hated about himself. Most, if not all of them, involved his thoughts about you. Every time you entered his mind, Miguel had the dirtiest thoughts. The worst intensions and the most horrible habits.

It all started when you got hired in his company. Lyla was looking for some new accountants to ease with the heavy workload. You were nearly hiding amongst the new hires. It was cute to think how you tried to hide yourself behind the other women.

Miguel took notice of you since you had such a low and soft voice. You quietly handed in your work to Lyla and always quickly fled. Miguel's gaze was always on you. How someone so shy and sweet ended up in the palm of his devilish hands.

Miguel's thoughts of you grew more obsessive. He needed you. He wanted you. Thoughts of you sitting on his cock started to flood his mind at one point when you cried over a mistake in paperwork. Miguel could give you a reason to cry. He could easily fill you up, having you sob in pleasure.

Miguel nearly lost his common sense when you came in on Valentine's day with cookies for everyone in your department. It felt horrible and disgusting, but Miguel approached you with sexual thoughts.

"Ah, h-hello, sir," You said with a soft stutter, surprised to see the CEO in front of you. Miguel just smiled casually,

"(Y/N), how are you?" He asked, walking with you to the elevator.

You felt your cheeks fluster as you walked beside Miguel. Gripping against your skirt, you replied to him quietly. You could barely pay attention to anything aside from your racing heart. You gasped as Miguel chuckled towards you, allowing you inside the elevator first.

"How kind of you to bring treats for everyone," Miguel said, his tone a little harsh. You froze,

"I-I'm s-sorry, sir. I-I can um, bring you some!" You panicked. Miguel's gaze was heavy on you as he pressed the emergency stop button, "S-Sir-"

"What if I want something else?" He asked, his voice heavy against your ear. You felt your body tremble,

"L-Like?"

The next moment, you were against the elevator wall, moaning loudly as Miguel's cock bullied your pussy. Your skirt riled up as your breasts bounced out of your bra. Drool rolling down your lips as you moaned and whimpered Miguel's name.

Miguel's thick, meaty cock, making a home inside your tight velvet walls as he pounded you. Shaking as you felt yourself about to cum again, you cried out his name. Miguel held your hips closer to his as he slapped himself inside your pussy deeper, giving you a heavy load of his cum.

"Good girl," He whispered in your ear before fixing your panties and skirt. You bit your lower lip and trembled at the feeling of his cum dripping out of you,

"Y-Yes, sir," You panted softly. Miguel lifted you up, kissing you before having the elevator move again.

"When I call, come to my office, okay?"

"Y-Yes, s-sir."

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Miguel's obsession with you only grew once he finally had a taste. Miguel made you that you were single and stayed that way. Only he could have you for himself. Miguel wanted you to be his. The only way he saw that was to fuck a baby into you.

You were such the perfect woman for him. You came when called and showered Miguel with attention. Even when he wasn't drilling his dick into your needy pussy, you were there for him. Miguel loved how you were already mother material.

"Um, sir?" You whispered, entering his office. Miguel glanced up at you, smiling devilishly,

"(Y/N), you know what to call me when we're alone."

"S-Sorry, Miguel. T-There were um...p-people at your door." You hurried over to his desk, placing a small box down, "Um...I...I hope you don't mind, but I-I heard it was the anniversary of the company. S-So, congrats!" You chirped.

Miguel glanced at the box, then towards you. He patted his desk, watching you obey and sit on it. With a lick of his lips, Miguel reached for the box as you slowly undid your shirt. His eyes were always on you. You were still so shy despite taking his dick many times.

"How thoughtful," Miguel hummed, glancing at the small present you got him.

You smiled brightly as Miguel admired the gift. It wasn't long before he returned his attention to you. His body already pressing yours against his desk as he lifted your skirt up once more. His fingers stroking your panties, watching you shake under his touch.

"You also wore the new lingerie set I got you, such a good girl."

"Mhpm~"

You tried to hide your smile as you melted under Miguel's touch. It was embarrassing the first few times you let him fuck you, but you loved every second of it. It was like a dream come true. You cared about Miguel and despite his cold attitude, you wanted to believe that he cared about you too.

"Spread your legs for me,"

Doing as he said, you bit your lower lip from anticipation. Miguel liked to fuck you rough and deep. You always stumbled and struggled to walk after your quick sessions. You felt embarrassed if you were to admit that you wanted him to keep fucking you.

"So wet for me already, what a naughty girl," Miguel hummed as he held his cock, pressing it against your hole, "But you did give me a gift, so I should reward you, right?"

"R-Reward...or..p-punishment...I'll take both," You whispered. Miguel smirked as he pushed his cock into your wet pussy,

"That's riiiiiight. You're such a good girl that you'll take both," Miguel hummed as he slapped his dick into you, "My slutty good girl likes my dick no matter how I give it, right?"

"T-That's r-right!" You moaned out, gripping onto Miguel's jacket as he pounded you.

"Such a slutty pussy. Listen to how loud it's sucking me in. Do you want everyone to hear you take my dick so loud?"

"N-No~" You cried out, covering your face. Miguel chuckled as he spread your legs wider, watching a white ring form against his dick,

"Did you cum already? So soon, now, now, I didn't give you permission."

"M-Miggy~ Mig~" You moaned, flinging your head back as he rubbed against your sweet spot.

"Making it easier for me to fuck a baby into you, right? That's what you want, huh?" Miguel chuckled as he fasten his pace, ready to give you his first load, "You always hurry home, making sure you have plenty of time to fuck yourself to me ravishing you."

"Mhm~!" You shivered as Miguel poured his cum into your womb.

"Always preparing yourself for my dick. Such a good girl, getting yourself ready whenever I call for you," Miguel grunted in your ear as he continued his rough thrusts.

"Ah~ M-Mig~ T-Too much!" You begged. Miguel raised a brow as he started to slow down his thrusts, rubbing your clit in resposne,

"Too much? But don't you love screaming my name at night when you're home and lonely?" Miguel said harshly. You were shaking, whining as Miguel went slower,

"I-I do!"

"Then what should you be saying?" Miguel asked. You arched your back, whining as you tried to suck Miguel back in,

"D-Don't stop! P-Please fill m-my pussy, Miggy!"

"And?"

"Ah~ d-destroy me~ M-Make me yours~ P-Please! Please!" You begged.

Miguel complied as he returned to his rough thrusts. You cried and moaned louder as you cam against his dick once more. Miguel watched in amusement as your juices covered his cock. Your sweet, fucked out expression just begging for more.

Your body was shaking from overstimulation as Miguel kept toying with your clit and breasts. You were a babbling mess as Miguel pressed you into mating position. His cum filling your womb once more before he kept going.

"Let me make you a mother, (Y/N). Don't you want my child?"

"Yesh~" You whimpered.

"Say it," Miguel demanded. You rolled your eyes back, nearly gasping at the feeling of Miguel feeling you up even more,

"G-Gimme...yer baby, Migs." You begged.

Like music to his ears, Miguel kept his word. He made sure to keep giving you his load of cum until his next meeting that is. By the time he had to leave, Miguel fixed you up and placed your on his couch he had in his office. You slept soundly until he returned.

"(Y/N), let's go." Miguel whispered, waking you from your slumber. You whimpered in response, shaking as he helped you up,

"Sir..."

"Now, now. You know what to call me," Miguel chuckled darkly as you stumbled behind him.

"Migueeeel," You whispered, reaching out for him.

Miguel held your waist, leading you to his limo. A smirk clearly on his face as he led you inside. Once the car started to move, Miguel placed you on his lap, having you sit on his cock while he took you to his place.

"We're not going to stop until I give you my child, (Y/N)." Miguel whispered in your ear. You held onto Miguel, trembling against his cock as you felt him push back the cum that was already inside you,

"Y-Yes, Miguel,"

Miguel chuckled lowly as he held you in place. His sweet little worker was doing such a good job. Miguel hated how much he loved the thought of tainting your precious body. Miguel hated how much he loved filling you with his cock.

"Oh, (Y/N), my pretty little dick accessory. Tell me, what are you?" Miguel asked with a cruel tone.

"Y-Your good girl," You moaned in response.

Miguel just smirked as he had you bounce on him. Your face growing more flustered as you came against his dick. Miguel just held your hips, leaning back and watching you be his good girl. His sweet girl who would do anything for him.

"I'm going to make you my wife, (Y/N). You're going to have my baby and be mine. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Mhm~ Yes, Miggy!"

"That's my good girl."

Miguel's smirk never faded as he continued to ravish your body until you finally pregnant with his child. Miguel made you his personal assistant, allowing you to assist him with his every need. You were his sweet, precious good girl.

And he wasn't letting you go.

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Hope you enjoyed!!!

[xtra7s]

Best Birthday Ever PT.2

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Reader

Content: Jenna Ortega x Reader, G!P Jenna, Switch!Reader, Switch!Jenna, cockwarming, cowgirl, idk smut shit

Word Count: 933

masterlist | previous part

Jenna kissed your lips lazily, grabbing onto a hand and pulling you out of the bathroom, rushing you through the crowd as you dodged bodies and kept a tight grasp on Jenna's hand. Jenna comes to a halted stop, making your front collide with her back and you instinctively place your hands on her waist to stabilize yourself. “Where have you been? Maddie has been looking all over.” You hear a girl in front of you say to Jenna, and you awkwardly peak out next to Jenna, her hand still tightly in yours.

“Um, who’s this?” Emma asked, her eyes flickering down to our intertwined hands and back up to my face, Jenna stammering to answer. “She's a friend, do you mind if I take a rain check? I'm kind of tired and I feel b-" Jenna rants, getting cut off by Emma waving a hand in a dismissive manner. "It's okay! we won't mind, it's your birthday. Get home safe" Emma says, pulling Jenna into a hug and forcing our hands apart.

Jenna grabs your hand almost immediately after separating from Emma, pulling you out of the club and towards a taxi. You follow her blindly like a puppy, sliding into the backseat of a taxi and Jenna directing them to her house. You flicker over to Jenna, taking in her appearance and leaning down to kiss along her jawline, down her neck. Her lips graze your ear, letting out a whisper only you two can hear.

"You looked so perfect sucking my dick" she mumbles, leaving a kiss under your ear, grinning at you as they arrive at her house. She pulls you out of the car, paying the driver, and thanking him. She unlocks her door and pulls you in, pressing your back against the door as it shuts. You place your hands on her waist, tasting her lips as she presses her body against yours. You can feel her bulge pressed against your stomach, straining against the fabric of her dress as Jenna trails her kisses down your neck, biting and sucking as she leaves little marks.

You both rush upstairs, unable to keep your hands to yourselves as clothing gets discarded on the way to her bedroom. your lips connecting as soon as you reach it, Jenna lying on the edge of the bed as you climb on top of her, your knees placed on either side of her thighs. "you're so beautiful" You whisper out, staring down at her bare torso, your nails gently scratching down her ribs as you kiss down her neck to her collarbone, getting to her tits as you take a nipple in your mouth, sucking and kneading the other as you do, Jenna letting out soft moans and praising words.

you lean higher on top of her, grinding against her bulge as you switch attention to her other breast, trailing your hand down to pull her dress up and pull her cock out of her boxers. You wrap your hand around the base and jerk her off as you suck on her breasts, Jenna's hips thrusting forward in surprise. She grabs your chin to pull you up and kiss you as you swipe a finger over the tip of her cock to spread her precum along her shaft, lining it up with your pussy and lowering yourself on it slowly.

you gasp into Jenna's mouth as it fills you up, leaning your head down next to her neck as she works her hips to thrust into you, biting on her shoulder as she hits you deeply, Jenna letting out pretty moans as she feels you clenching around her, "you feel so fucking good mi amor" she grunts, your lips sucking and biting on her neck as she pounds into you.

Moans and the sound of her skin slapping against yours fill the room, the air growing hotter as she sinks in and out of you, your lips connecting with hers as you lose focus, the kiss becoming sloppy and messy while Jenna is mumbling moans against your lips. You lean up, riding her as she lays there with your marks covering her body, her hands on your waist.

''Fuck just like that mami, you're doing so good'' Jenna praised you, helping you ride her as she moves your waist up and down. You place your hands on her chest, holding on to her tits as you arch down, a string of moans escaping from your lips. "m'so close, faster please" you whine, feeling Jenna get worked up from your words as she pounds faster into you, her letting you know shes close too in an ineligible sentence.

You squeeze on her cock, your legs shaking as you come undone on top of Jenna, her thrusts getting harder but slower as she helps you ride out your high, "cum inside me, baby please" you whimper to her as you kiss on her jaw, connecting your lips as she cums inside of you, thick ropes of cum filling you up. She slows down entirely, leaving her cock inside of you as you both catch your breath.

She pulls you further up her bed, your head resting on Jenna's chest as her hands wrap around your waist, holding you. She kisses your forehead as you lazily pull a blanket on top of you both, letting you both close your eyes and fall asleep, her cock still nested deep inside of you.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

you know i've been thinking about the consequences of malleus's actions in book 7 and i realized how much he's fucked everyone over including his grandma. bc like other than the fact that he ob'd (which literally has NEGATIVE connotations one of which being is idk ""UNSTABLE"" which isnt necessarily a good look for a crown prince is all im saying) he's literally causing terrorism (??? can you call it that idk how else to call it) which is going to setback his grandma's efforts (and lilia's and baul's, and every supporter of his and his family) in keeping peace in their kingdom and the favor of the humans towards the fae. Like. i feel so bad for grandmother draconia rn i can only imagine the stress and pressure she's under.

Then theres also aside from PHYSCIALLY compromising everyone's healths in sage island (BECAUSE THE MAJORITY ARE HUMANS OR AT LEAST THEY DONT LIVE AS LONG AS THE FAE). He's also fucked everyone mentally twice over!!!! By booting them straight into a world where none of their problems exist. Now that wouldnt sound bad if it weren't for the fact that dreams have to end, and life isnt kind. It rarely ever is, and i can only imagine how distraught i would be if i were to say, hypothetically lost someone a year before and the wound is so fresh and raw and, in my dreams, they never died and everything is okay, then i wake up and realize that it was just that. A dream, they are still gone and i wish i never woke up which would be a LITERAL DEATH SENTENCE. This isnt just an event that takes place in NRC either BUT THE WHOLE ISLAND and that domain is GROWING, GROWING. I can't imagine just how many would be so emotionally ruined after this. Like.....

If Malleus does not suffer the consequences of his actions istg i will be so pissed, at least REMOVE HIM FROM THE PREMISE OR SOMETHING GODDDDDDD this cannot be remedied with a slap on the hand!!!!!

(Note: Sorry for the long rant. I felt the need to get this out of my chest bc i dont mind malleus's archetype actually nor do i actually hate him, bc i enjoy him interacting w other characters a lot (my fave ever vigenette is him giving deuce the equivalent of minecraft diamon for fixing a retrobit gaming toy) BUT GOD DOES HE MAKE MY BLOOD BOIL)

Yeah, I do feel like the scale of Malleus's actions cannot be understated. I know it's kind of a fandom joke that the OB boys are left off with a slap on the wrist + maybe some social ramifications at school, but this is the ONE time in the main story where things are getting super big and the effects could be cripplingly long-lasting.

I don't know if TWST will seriously address the consequences after book 7, but I sure hope they do!! There is a lot of interesting ground to cover (many points which this anon has already brought up) in a follow-up main story arc or the next book.

For example:

Malleus obviously has to regain the trust of his peers and staff. He didn’t really have it before but now has to work twice as hard to make connections since he just took a drastic action that confirmed the rumors some were already spreading about how he’s a monster.

He’s the sole heir to the throne and has just betrayed the trust of the people of Briar Valley. How are they feeling about him now? Do they still trust him to lead them?

How does this impact their relations with other countries (since Malleus himself stresses how he represents Briar Valley)? This is a problem visible on a global scale, and surely this would damage their rep with other nations, particularly the predominantly human ones. It’s setting back what is hundreds of years of trying to fix the broken trust between their races.

Malleus’s UM potentially puts his victims in physical harm; in book 7, Ortho suggests that since everyone is sleeping, their bodies are not getting the food or water they need. As a result, they may physically waste away and then perish. (We have seen that there are sleep blessings that keep people sleeping for hundreds of years without detriment to the blessed though, such as the one cast on Silver—so we cannot be entirely sure if Ortho’s theory is correct or not.)

There is the possibility that Malleus’s dreams may traumatize or retraumatize his victims, particularly those with deep rooted troubles. An example of this is Idia, who had suffered the loss of his brother when he was like… 8 years old??? But then in his dream, Idia is living a happy false reality that Ortho never died. When he finally comes to this realization, he has to relive the trauma of the discovery all over again and breaks down sobbing. We also see in the most recent book 7 update that Vil had to face the evilest aspects of himself and a dark reality; Rook became very emotional upon waking himself. Admittedly, Idia and co. coped with it well enough—this is proof of their character development and the strength of the new friendships they’ve formed. However, all the people on Sage’s Island/Twisted Wonderland may not react so positively or be so accepting of their cruel realities.

Again, just the overall moral dilemma of one person robbing all of Sage’s Island (and soon all of Twisted Wonderland) of their autonomy.

Potential extra work for STYX and whichever countries Malleus’s magic manages to spread to (repairing any physical damage caused by the thorns + mental damage done to those that fell asleep). That’s money, time, and resources that aren’t going toward other everyday endeavors.

How will Malleus himself mentally and emotionally cope with what he has done? Is he going to show remorse and shame? How does he plan on rectifying his actions, if at all?

Will this change how his dorm members + family view him? For example, will Sebek become disillusioned with his liege/realize Malleus is not as perfect as he seems? Will Maleficia blame herself for not being there for Malleus? Will Lilia feel guilty for not teaching Malleus right from wrong? Etc, etc, etc.

I’d honestly love to read all of these! 🤔 It would add a lot to the lore and history of Twisted Wonderland, as well as serve as motivators for Malleus to change, “be better”, and actually earn the respect he’s so used to being handed by default. This would be huge for him, especially seeing as he has not really faced significant backlash or consequences for any other missteps he was responsible for or involved in. (I know I bring this one up a lot, but Endless Halloween Night is one such major example.)

[funtheysaid]

IWTV 2x02 Initial Thoughts (Stream Of Consciousness)

- ooh the title card changed! I’ve been wanting to see the Eiffel Tower as a “fang” since season two was announced. WE IN PARIS BABY!

- ayooo three-way (interview) incoming

- Daniel’s “Paris sucks” aka “Paris is where my ex-bf is from and he sucks (dick), but not mine anymore, and no, I’m not bitter abt that, his city just fucking stinks (literally)”

- not two minutes in and Devil’s Minion is already flirting bickering

- ALICE MENTION alice!armand truthers are gon love that shit i just know

- “I’ll tell you what a woman is” That’s my sapphic-coded queen!!! 🕯️ pls S2 give me claudeleine 🕯️

- “Gauche” well, yes.

- Loumand: 🥰🥰 Daniel: 🙄 he‘s so second-hand embarrassed for them I can’t

- I mean, it’s crazy. What? We finish each other’s- I WAS WITH HIM FOR LONGER THAN LESTAT WAS WITH HIM WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN DANIEL PUT IT ON RECORD WEVE BEEN FUCKING FOR LIKE DOUBLE THE TIME …that’s what i…was….gonna say?

- Louis would be that faux-intellectual hipster who has his own darkroom full of overexposed and blurry, unfocused photos that are his “art” bc he took them on film (affectionate)

- Not claudia calling him out on it in the next scene “let me think I’m deeper than I am” okay honey you do you

- “She’s miserable but she doesn’t want to fuck with your too delusional left bank dilettante vibes” ahh the narrative foils are foiling, I see

- The show: Alice was pregnant, My dumb ass: OMEGAVERSE DEVILS MINION !?!?

- “joyfully joyless” MOOD.

- Claudia looking at Madeleine like “I don’t know if I want to be her or be with her” Dw babe it’s a rite of passage for all of us you’ll figure it out

- “Your French is ugly” 🥹👉👈 weally?

- “the dress for my body” LOOK I know what she meant, but I can’t help it that my mind is perverted

- LMFAO NOT GLORYHOLE PARK

- okay why Loumand playing with my heart “I will never harm you. And I never have” wtf wtf wtf

-Oh no the ole business card trick! we all know that’s Louis’ kryptonite he loves a man with credentials

- i like girls, but why is santiago kinda…

- Woah the Annika scene was really hard to watch which I think was the point but goddamn idk if I’ll be able to rewatch that part

- Estelle is my self-insert. I’m claiming her.

- “You both fucked Lestat!?!” HOW DID THEY KNOW WE WANTED HIM TO SAY THAT!?

- “He tasted of vermouth and annihilation” We both know you have no earthly idea what that man tastes like, Armand. Be so fucking fr right now.

- Did Armand just casually drop that he had a threesome with a father and son? I’m sorry, sir????

- “Now I know what two blood fat cocks slapping hands feel like” When I tell you my spirit left my body

- oh shit here we go. I’m a caged animal and it’s time for my weekly enrichment. give me my loustat.

- there’s a letter !?!? Wait wait I wasn’t ready for something like this wait stop stop please

- “all my love belongs to you. you are its keeper” just take me out back and shoot me at this point

- “it is a thin veil” fucking fuck why was that so romantic??

- the blood tears welling up in Lestat’s eyes I’m-

- “Rebound of my life” and in that moment, he spoke for the people

- WHAT IS HAPPENING???? Jesus Christ, they were talking about Alice and then it cuts to FUCKING ARMAND!?! This is not a drill. Everyone to your stations, this is not a drill.

- “You sold your Dad’s playboy magazines at recess” Hmmm? You’re telling me a “straight” teenage boy sold porno mags instead of keeping them for himself??? Yeah, I call gay on that one

- “she wanted to say yes” you motherfuckers.

- Oh shit Louis is pissy tonight rawr kitty got claws

- Devils minion girlies are thriving, skin glowing, hair silky, breath minty, pillow cold, stomach full, dreams sweet, and by Jove, we fucking deserve it !!!!

- daniel’s shaky “um- gulp” …….guys this is gonna sound crazy but i think there might actually be a god

- ooh the camera/photography being like a divide or barrier between Louis and his present situation. Like he wants to capture the moments, but only as if an onlooker and not a participant… interesting!

- “Who?” will never not be funny

- “Mon ami” in the same episode as “Mon Cher” FUCK ME GENTLY WITH A CHAINSAW

- “Armand for you” nah nah nah i changed my mind, you can do like Leatherface and shove that chainsaw in rough and hard

- Close up on Louis’ conflicted face, fire blazing behind him…. That’s not foreboding in any way. I’m sure they’ll all live happily ever after from now on :D

What a ride! Until next week! 🧛‍♂️🩸

[jooillusion]

gaon “just the tip” 😩😩😩

just the tip ft. jiseok <3

warnings: cockwarming (kinda? idk it lasts for like 5 seconds) turns into implied unprotected sex

pairings: gaon x reader

i can definitely see this starting off as a bet between jiseok and you…loser does the dishes for two weeks straight! the rules are to last through the whole suicide squad movie.

so here you and jiseok were, cuddled up on the couch underneath a blanket, hoodies on comfortably except you’re bottoms are completely bare. you feel him rub the tip between your slit, the friction turning you on already. you push back against him as a way to tell him to push in already so the movie could start.

you don’t miss his chuckle he lets out before sliding into you, wincing at the slight stretch. you feel the head of his cock throb, your cunt sucking him in. your shaky hands press the play button, starting the movie.

not even ten minutes in and jiseok starts to tease you. he’s competitive, his hand slipping between your two bodies and adjusting his dick, the sudden movement making you jolt under him and gasp. his hot breath kisses the hairs on your neck and your arms, encouraging goosebumps on your body.

“sorry baby, had to get comfortable.” his hand finds its way back to your waist, squeezing lightly. your walls start to pulse around his head, obviously turned on, but you’re no amateur to teasing jiseok. you wiggle yourself on him, practically fucking back. he breathes lowly.

“mmm, i cant find a good position,” you look behind you to eye him, slightly smirking. you lift off of him, pausing the movie along the way, laying your body on top of jiseoks so your head rests on his chest. your right leg lifts to curl a bit, reaching underneath the blanket and running his tip along your slit. jiseok holds his breath, his eyes closing. “is this okay?”

his words are caught in the back of his throat when you push him into you once again, your head falling onto his chest. his thighs shake slightly when your greedy pussy sucks him in, a silent groan leaving his lips. his hands grab at your ass, nails leaving crescent shaped imprints into the skin, holding you in place. you’re taken aback, a loud moan leaving your lips. he resists thrusting into you right then and there.

"you started it, why don’t you finish it babe?” he chirps, voice barely above whisper, trying to brush off his actions. your ear pressed against his chest, hearing his heartbeat rapidly thump against it. he’s just as turned on as you. you grind your hips against his one more time, your hands clawing at his hoodie.

mind clouded, jiseok slowly starts to push you down to take more of him, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. you smile in his chest but it’s quickly wiped away with your mouth falling open.

“wash them faster pretty boy.” you say, landing a slap on jiseoks ass to tease him, jumping at the sudden impact. he rolls his eyes, thinking of another deliciously evil bet that’d have you losing within the first three seconds.



um midterms kicked my ass so hard, but i’m BACK HEHEHE so sorry this ask took so long (and my other wips 💔)

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

[godsfavdarling]

14 yearning hearts

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3, my masterlist pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc summary: Spencer and Brittany have a talk about their sex life warnings: smut (no condom sex, fingering, oral - female receiving), a little bit of anxiety but it all ends well! so also a bit of fluff! words: 4k (just smut pretty much, idk how that happened?)

His head tilted back in sheer bliss as waves of pleasure washed over him.

His dick throbbed painfully hard with each slap against her pussy, sending shudders of pleasure through his entire body. Her eyes dilated, gasping now, barely able to restrain herself. She maintained a steady pace, allowing him to lay beneath her with his hands on her thighs, while she gripped his waist for support.

Brittany bounced on his dick, her senses heightened by the alcohol coursing through her veins. Euphoric bliss enveloped her, causing her to close her eyes tightly as tears of pleasure streamed down her face. Silent screams of ecstasy forced her jaw open, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

With a loud groan, Spencer's stomach tightened as he climaxed inside of her, triggering her own orgasm in response. They both spiraled into a blissful high of pure ecstasy, riding out the waves of pleasure together.

Brittany continued to move, prolonging their shared euphoria.

As she finally slowed down and leaned in to kiss him before quickly standing up and disappearing into the bathroom, Spencer felt a pang of longing wash over him.

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. He longed to hold her close, to revel in the intimacy they had just shared. 

Yet, as he lay there alone, he couldn't shake off the nagging question that lingered in his mind—did Brittany not want him to hold her?

This wasn't the first time Spencer had noticed Brittany's reluctance to engage in post-coital cuddling. While he understood that everyone had their own preferences when it came to physical affection, he couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to it.

As he pondered over their dynamic, another thought crept into Spencer's mind—Brittany always seemed to take charge in their relationship. From initiating intimacy to making plans, she exuded confidence and assertiveness in everything she did. And while Spencer admired her independence, a part of him couldn't help but feel like he should be doing more.

Was he not attentive enough? Did Brittany feel like he wasn't pulling his weight in their relationship? 

These thoughts gnawed at Spencer, filling him with a sense of unease and self-doubt.

When Brittany returned to the room, Spencer couldn't help but notice the way she moved with purpose, her confidence shining through even in the dim light.

“Is everything okay?" Brittany asked, her brow furrowing with concern as she studied Spencer's troubled expression.

"Yeah," he replied, though his voice lacked its usual confidence, betraying the turmoil swirling within him.

"Spencer… come on. Talk to me. Did I do something wrong?" Brittany's eyes searched his face, searching for any hint of what might be bothering him.

"No, you're perfect," he assured her, though his words seemed to hang in the air with uncertainty.

Brittany draped her robe around her shoulders, her movements slow and deliberate as she settled beside him, her eyes never leaving his troubled gaze.

He sighed, knowing she wouldn't let it go. "I… I can't help but wonder… um… do you not want me to hold you…?"

Spencer's voice trailed off, his words heavy with unspoken uncertainty as he broached the delicate subject. He could feel Brittany's eyes on him, searching his face for any hint of what might be bothering him.

"What?" she asked softly, her brow furrowing with concern as she studied his troubled expression.

"After we're done," Spencer began, his voice tinged with hesitancy as he struggled to articulate his thoughts. "You always… very quickly get up, and I… wonder if affection afterwards is something you're not interested in or…"

Brittany's eyes widened in surprise at Spencer's question, her expression softening with understanding as she processed his words. She reached out, gently touching his arm in reassurance, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Oh, Spencer," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "It's not that… I’m sorry. It's just... sometimes I get caught up in my own head, you know?"

Spencer nodded, a flicker of relief crossing his features as he absorbed her words. "Yeah, I understand," he murmured, his tension easing slightly.

"I'm sorry. We can change that. Would you like it if we... cuddled afterwards?"

His heart skipped a beat at the offer, a warmth spreading through him at the thought of holding her close. "If you want that… I’d like to… hold you," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

A soft smile graced Brittany's lips as she nodded, her eyes shimmering with affection. "You can. It's just… I'm not used to it, I suppose… I can't remember when was the last time I had sex with someone I truly cared about. And I'm not interested in strangers hugging me and holding me… But you can. I’d love that… I can hold you too."

"It's okay," Spencer reassured her, his heart swelling with gratitude for her honesty and vulnerability.

"I'm happy you told me," Brittany said softly as she settled beside him, her warmth enveloping him in a comforting embrace.

As they lay together in the quiet intimacy of the moment, Spencer's mind raced with thoughts and emotions, his heart heavy with unspoken words and desires.

He knew they needed to talk, to lay bare their hopes, fears, and desires, but the words remained lodged in his throat, elusive and unspoken.

"Spencer…" Brittany's gentle voice broke through his thoughts, drawing his attention to her, her eyes searching his with unwavering intensity. "Maybe we should talk… I suppose we never did that. Things just happened…"

The weight of her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications, and Spencer felt a knot tighten in his stomach as he struggled to find the right words.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he met her gaze, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Well… we never discussed our preferences," Brittany explained, her voice soft and tentative as she broached the subject.

"Yeah… I guess we didn't," Spencer replied, his tone tinged with uncertainty as he considered her words.

"So… what do you like about our sex life?" Brittany asked, her eyes searching his with a mixture of curiosity and vulnerability.

"I like everything," Spencer replied, his voice filled with sincerity as he met her gaze, his heart swelling with affection for her.

"Okay… What do you not like?" Brittany probed gently, her voice soft and reassuring as she encouraged him to open up.

"Nothing," Spencer replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he met her gaze, his eyes shining with affection.

"Okay…" Brittany's expression softened with understanding as she sensed his discomfort, her heart aching with a desire to ease his worries and fears. "Do you like it when I go down on you?"

"Yeah," Spencer replied, his cheeks flushing slightly as he met her gaze, his heart racing with anticipation.

"Okay. Do you like going down on me?" Brittany asked, her voice soft and tentative as she broached the subject.

"Yes. Very much," Spencer replied, his voice filled with sincerity as he met her gaze, his heart swelling with affection for her.

"Do you like when I'm on top?" Brittany asked, her voice soft and vulnerable as she broached the subject.

"Yeah," Spencer replied, his voice tinged with desire as he met her gaze, his heart pounding in his chest with anticipation.

As Brittany began to think of more questions, Spencer sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as he struggled to find the right words. The intimacy of their conversation weighed heavily on him, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions and desires that he struggled to articulate.

"What? Please talk to me, Spencer," Brittany pleaded, her voice filled with concern and affection as she reached out to him, her touch gentle and reassuring.

"I like everything. I love it. I think you're incredible…" Spencer began, his voice filled with sincerity as he met her gaze, his eyes shining with affection and desire.

"But?" Brittany prompted gently, her heart aching with a desire to understand and comfort him.

"There's no 'but.' I'm just… oh God. This is embarrassing," Spencer admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly as he met her gaze, his heart pounding in his chest with anticipation and vulnerability.

"No, it's not. Please tell me. You can tell me anything. We can try and change anything you want," Brittany reassured him, her voice soft and gentle as she reached out to him, her touch filled with warmth and affection.

Spencer's voice trembled with vulnerability as he poured out his insecurities. "I… feel like I'm trying to do everything I can to make you happy. But... but it's hard for me sometimes. You're always so confident, so sure of yourself. And I... I've never been in a proper relationship before. I don't know what I'm doing half the time. What I'm trying to say, I suppose, is… I'm not as experienced as you, and it scares me… What if I'm not enough for you? What if I… can't give you what you need?"

His words hung heavy in the air as Spencer looked into Brittany's eyes, his heart laid bare before her. He could see the understanding and compassion in her gaze, but it did little to ease the gnawing doubt that consumed him. Brittany's heart sank at his words. She reached out, gently taking his hand in hers, offering him silent reassurance and support.

"Spencer…" her voice was soft, her touch gentle as she reached out to caress his cheek. "You are absolutely perfect! You are more than enough for me. I don't care about what you have done with others and how many times. Yeah… I may be more experienced in some ways, but that doesn't matter to me. I don’t care."

Spencer felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. "But I want to be able to give you everything," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to be the one who takes care of you, who makes you happy. But I… I don’t think I know how."

Brittany's eyes softened with compassion as she pulled him into a comforting embrace. "Spencer," she murmured against his chest, her words a soothing balm to his wounded soul. "You already do. You make me very happy! Please don’t think you are not enough for me. Don't ever think that,” Brittany reassured him, her voice soft and filled with sincerity as she gazed into his eyes.

���And as for being in charge... Well, we can change that. We can figure this out together. I don't mind you taking charge if that's something you’re worried about,” she offered, her tone gentle and reassuring.

“I like you being in charge. It’s just... I feel like I'm not doing anything,” Spencer admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Okay… listen… just because I take the lead sometimes doesn't mean you're not doing anything. Your presence, your enthusiasm, and your responsiveness—they are all very important. 

And you are perfect… I want us to explore together. I want to find what works best for both of us. What you desire and need is just as important as what I want. And I'm here. I'm here to listen and adapt. We can talk about anything, Spencer. Anything you want,” Brittany assured him, her words filled with love and understanding.

“Okay. Thanks,” Spencer replied, a sense of relief washing over him.

They shared a tender kiss, their lips meeting in a silent affirmation of their connection.

“What do you like?” Spencer asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

“I like everything. I don't know,” Brittany admitted, her voice trailing off slightly as she pondered his question.

“What do you like the most? What turns you on?” Spencer inquired, his gaze intense as he searched her eyes for answers.

"I like hearing you. I like it when you fall apart because of me," 

As Brittany whispered, her voice laced with desire as she traced a finger along Spencer's jawline, a spark ignited between them, igniting a fiery passion. 

With a soft sigh, Spencer leaned into her touch, his own desire mirroring hers as he caressed her cheek, his fingertips tracing the curve of her lips.

Their lips met in a heated kiss. Spencer's hands found their way to Brittany's waist, pulling her closer as their bodies molded together. With each brush of their lips, the tension between them grew.

Their kisses deepened, becoming more urgent and desperate.

Breathless and flushed, they finally pulled apart, their chests rising and falling in unison as they struggled to catch their breath. Their eyes met, dark and filled with an unspoken longing that echoed between them.

"How about... another round?" she said, her lips curling into a mischievous smile as she caressed his cheek. Spencer's heart skipped a beat at her suggestion, a rush of craving flooding through him at the thought of losing himself in her once more.

Without hesitation, he leaned in to capture her lips in a fervent, passionate kiss. Their mouths melded together in a symphony of longing and need, their tongues dancing in a sensual rhythm that set their bodies ablaze.

As the intensity of their kiss deepened, Spencer felt Brittany's hands roaming over his body, igniting sparks of electricity wherever they touched. 

With a gentle yet firm push, he guided her, until she found herself lying on the bed on her back, Spencer hovering above her with a look of raw hunger in his eyes.

Their gazes locked, each silently urging the other to surrender to the intoxicating pull of their passion. With trembling hands, Spencer leaned down to claim Brittany's lips once more, his touch igniting a firestorm within her.

Brittany moaned softly against his lips, her body arching up to meet his as their kiss deepened. With a primal growl, Spencer pressed his body against hers.

As he trailed kisses down Brittany's jawline and neck, his lips left a trail of fire in their wake, leaving her skin with a searing heat. With each tender touch, Brittany's breath hitched in her throat, her pulse quickening.

Sensing her response, Spencer's hands moved to the tie of her robe, fingers deftly undoing the knot with practiced ease. The fabric fell away, revealing the smooth curves of her body bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window.

Brittany's heart raced with excitement as Spencer's gaze roamed over her exposed form, drinking in every inch of her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. 

In that moment, she felt utterly vulnerable yet strangely empowered, as if every nerve ending in her body was alive with electricity.

He hummed as he dipped his mouth to her collarbone, savoring the sensation of her soft skin beneath his lips. With a gentle touch, he traced his tongue along her delicate curves.

As he caressed her left breast, he could feel her heartbeat quicken beneath his fingertips. With a soft grip, he teased her sensitive flesh, relishing in the way she arched her back in response. 

Moving slowly, he trailed warm kisses along her chest, pausing to pay homage to her hardened nipple with his tongue.

She responded with a melody of soft moans, her body arching towards him again in silent invitation. With a hum of satisfaction, he continued his ministrations, alternating between each breast as he lavished them with attention.

He played with her nipple, flicking his thumb back and forth, relishing the way she squirmed beneath his touch. With a hunger that seemed insatiable, he switched his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment as he slipped his free arm under her back.

Feeling his arousal intensify with each passing moment, he focused on pleasuring her breasts, his cock growing harder and tighter with every second. He felt her delicate hand trailing down his shoulder blade.

A groan escaped his lips as he reluctantly pulled away from her breast, guiding his kisses down to the valley between them, slipping his tongue along her skin. 

He gently took hold of her wrists and pinned them above her head, a silent invitation for her to surrender to him completely. Their eyes met in a silent exchange of desire, the air thick with anticipation as they indulged in the pleasure of each other's touch.

He resumed his exploration, gently nipping at her stomach, leaving a small mark imprinted on her skin as he continued his sensual journey. With each inhale and exhale, his chest rose and fell in rhythm with hers, his hand trailing up her thigh, causing her skin to shudder.

She cursed under her breath. How desperately she wanted him to take her right there, right then. The neediness she felt embarrassed her, but she couldn't deny the raw hunger that consumed her.

With a soft hum, he gazed down at her, his eyes tracing the curves of her body before meeting her gaze once more. With cautiousness born of reverence, he dipped his head lower, his breath teasing her sensitive clit as she gasped in pleasure.

Using his hands to spread her legs wide, he positioned himself between them, preparing to take her to new heights of ecstasy. She threw her head back against the pillow, her back arching as her fingers twitched above her head.

Focusing his attention on flicking his tongue over her clit, he held her hips firmly, adjusting the angle to find the perfect spot to send her soaring. Each movement of his tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, building her arousal to dizzying heights.

He devoured her with a hunger that bordered on primal, savoring her taste and scent as if she were the most exquisite delicacy. 

With each flick of his tongue, each teasing caress, he drove her closer to the edge of bliss. She found herself unable to contain her vocalizations, her moans and mewls escaping her lips in a symphony of pleasure.

As he shut his eyes tightly, shutting out the world around them, he focused solely on her, on the sensations coursing through her body. With deliberate care, he inserted his finger inside her, feeling her walls clamp around him in response. He began to thrust slowly, methodically, ensuring she was wet enough to take him fully.

Her hand flew to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held on for dear life. She bit her lip in a futile attempt to stifle her moans, but they bubbled up from deep within her, escaping in a torrent of ecstasy. He drank up her essence eagerly, adding another finger inside her to increase her pleasure.

Despite her grinding hips and desperate pleas for release, he maintained his pace, intent on prolonging her pleasure for as long as possible. With each brush against her sweet spot, he felt her arousal building, her body trembling.

"Fuck, Spencer!" Her voice was a desperate plea, a mantra of desire as she felt her orgasm building, surging through her with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming. 

She tightened her grip on his hair, pulling him closer as she rode the wave of ecstasy crashing over her.

Her stomach twisted in knots as her orgasm peaked, her body convulsing with pleasure as she gave in to the overwhelming sensation. Her walls clenched around his fingers as she rode the waves of bliss.

Finally, she felt it—a release unlike any she had ever experienced. A wave of sensation rushed through her, covering his finger with her essence as she moaned his name, her voice filled with pleasure and satisfaction. Tremors racked her body as she trembled with the aftershocks of her climax, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all.

He rode her through her orgasm, her release pulsating around him as he moved with measured precision. Slowing his thrusts, he carefully withdrew his fingers, watching as her essence glistened on his skin. Without hesitation, he brought his fingers to his lips, tasting her essence.

Pulling himself up, he felt a slight tremor of anticipation as he positioned himself on top of her. 

His dick throbbed with need as he gazed down at her, his desire burning bright in his eyes. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he hovered over her, his tip teasing at the entrance of her warmth.

Stroking her with his tip, he savored the moment, relishing in the anticipation of what was to come. With a small groan, he clenched his jaw, his nails digging into the mattress beneath them as he fought to maintain control.

She held his face, her touch gentle yet firm as she guided him, allowing her to adjust to his size. Pulling out almost entirely, he kissed her softly before pushing back in, filling her completely.

"Is this okay?" he whispered, his voice filled with both desire and concern.

"Yes," she breathed, her response barely more than a whisper. "Keep going."

With that, he picked up the pace, his thrusts growing faster and more urgent as he felt her walls clamp around him once again. It was sheer bliss, the sensation of her warmth enveloping him as they moved together in perfect harmony. Their vocal sounds echoed throughout the apartment, a symphony of pleasure that filled the air around them.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, urging him closer, deeper. She craved the feeling of him filling her completely. With each thrust, she moaned his name, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him into another intoxicating kiss. He met her passion with his own, their lips moving in sync as they lost themselves in the moment.

As he locked eyes with her, she felt a surge of desire wash over her. Everything else faded away, leaving only the two of them in a world of their own making. His thrusts grew harder, deeper, each one driving her closer to the edge. Her hips met his with eager anticipation, her body craving more of him with each passing moment.

He pulled away from the kiss, cupping her cheek to ensure she was looking at him. Slowing his thrusts, he wanted to savor every moment, to etch this memory into his mind forever. 

"Please, don't stop," she whispered, her voice filled with need.

"I won't. You're doing so well," he reassured her, his voice filled with admiration and desire.

She moaned, struggling to form words as his cock rammed up inside of her. Another deep thrust sent a guttural moan tumbling from her lips, her body overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her.

Releasing her jawline, he focused all his attention on his thrusts, determined to bring her to the brink of ecstasy once again. 

Desperate for release, she tried to convey her impending orgasm to him, but her words were lost in a haze of pleasure. He continued, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

As the knot in her stomach tightened, she felt herself teetering on the brink of climax. With a final, powerful thrust, she shattered into a million pieces, her body convulsing around.

Feeling her walls clamp around him, he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. With one last powerful thrust, he released his seed deep inside of her, filling her with warmth and liquid heat. They stayed locked in that intimate embrace for a few precious moments, before he slowly withdrew from her.

As he pulled away, she felt a sense of emptiness wash over her, replaced by a lingering warmth and satisfaction. Pressing himself against her once more, he peppered her face with gentle kisses.

Spencer's face nestled into Brittany's neck, holding her close as if he never wanted to let her go. His breath mingled with hers, warm and comforting against her skin, as he pressed tender kisses along the curve of her neck.

As the intensity of their embrace eased, Spencer lifted himself up slightly, his eyes meeting Brittany's with a soft, affectionate gaze. Leaning in, he captured her lips in a gentle kiss, savoring the taste of her as he held her tightly against him.

With a tender touch, Spencer eased himself off of her, but he didn't stray far. Instead, he shifted to lie beside her, his arm still wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. His lips trailed a path of kisses along her body, leaving a trail of warmth and affection in their wake.

Brittany sighed contentedly, feeling cherished and loved in Spencer's embrace. She melted into his touch, her fingers tracing delicate patterns along his skin.

She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by a rush of emotions. She let out a soft sigh, her fingers tangling in his hair as she whispered, "I like this. This is nice."

Spencer paused, his gaze meeting hers with a mixture of tenderness and adoration. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

Tears welled up in Brittany's eyes as she gazed at him, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. 

With a gentle touch, Spencer wiped away her tears, his expression filled with warmth and affection. He held her close, his arms wrapped around her protectively.

[ador3-na0miii]

The Bet

“You sure you wanna still be here?” Your friend asked you looking at you with low red eyes “yeah I do damn girl you look high as hell” you said causing me to laugh loudly getting a few stares from people around me

“I am and I’m lowkey ready to leave this party but idk I’m finna go find someone to give me some dick like that cute boy that was in the kitchen you should too maybe you would loosen up a little bit your always angry” your friend said to you laughing and walking away

You looked around the room sighing in defeat getting up and walking around going upstairs in one of the bedrooms laying on the bed on your phone

You heard the door open and close and you looked up seeing a tall fine good looking guy he jumped noticing you and walked over “um hey do you mind if I stay in here?” He asked looking at you

“N-No its fine” you said looking at him clenching your thighs hearing how deep his voice was he sat down on the bed next you after finding the tv remote

“Hey you wanna watch a movie or something it was lowkey loud as fuck out down there” he said looking at you and raising a brow “also what’s your name?”

“Y/N” you mumbled as he frowned his brows “speak louder baby I can’t hear you baby” he leaned in closer with his hand on your thigh as you gasped quietly

“Y/N” you said louder as he smirked “Y/N I like that name it suits you pretty” he said making you blush nervously

“What about you?” You said looking up at him as he smiled at you “It’s Geto” he said as you looked away blushing more

He laughed grabbing your face making you look at him “stop looking away keep playing I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you and teach you a lesson about looking away”

“Do it then you won’t” you said looking at him causing him to smirk “you sure you wanna do this? You look like you won’t be able to handle it”

You laughed shaking your head “you wanna make a bet?” You said looking up at him as he nodded his head indicating yes

“Okay if I can handle it then um hm you have to take me to the movies or something like that” he nodded looking at you “okay but what if I win?”

“Um you can get my number so we can get to know each other more or you can come up with something I don’t know”

“Okay well I just want to let you know I’m not going easy on you so be prepared” he said leaning in kissing your lips touching all over your body as you kiss back

He took of your dress and bra kissing down your body as you moaned softly he got to your pussy smirking at you shaking his head

“No underwear huh? You really are a slut” he kissed your clit lightly flicking your clit as your hand went to his hair he sticked 2 fingers in you pumping them in and out

You moaned out arching your back off the bed as he sucked on your hardened clit harshly smiling loving how you were moving around

He added another finger in you as you gasped feeling yourself stretch out more you started to move away as e looked up smirking

“Are you moving away baby?” He asked cockily as you shook your head no as you stopped moving whimpering and looking down at him

He got up taking off his clothes as you watched him undressed getting more wet then you already were you looked away feeling him come closer to you

He grabbed your face pulling upwards smirking “you just love looking away do you?”

He forced your mouth opening rubbing his cock on your face slapping it “come on baby look at me” he said looking down at you

You opened your eyes wide seeing how big he was and shakes your head making him laugh “Why are you laughing? that shit isn’t finna fit in me”

“We will make it fit but first you’re going to be a good girl and suck my dick for me” he said as you started to blush nodding your head

You spit in your hand as you began to stroke him slowly as he grunted throwing his head back as you only sucked his tip

He moaned quietly gripping your hair looking down as he pushed your head down all the way as his eyes rolled back

“oh fuck” he mumbled hearing you choke on his dick he slide out leaving the tip in and slid back in roughly moaning

He started fucking your throat at a fast pace as drool and spit fell on your face and chest you heard his throaty moans as you began to touch yourself moaning around his cock

You felt him go rougher as you tapped his thigh making him pull away letting you catch your breath he chuckled looking at you

“You look like such a slut you know?” He pushed you on the bed flipping you over on your stomach teasing your hole with his cock

You whimpered quietly mumbling for him to put it in and he smirked sliding into you as you gripped the blankets at him stretching you out

“Fuck baby your so tight” he said watching at how your tight little hole swallowed his cock “your too big” you said whimpering more

He rubbed your back kissing your neck “I know baby it was get better soon I promise sorry if I’m hurting you” he said as you nodded your head

“Tell me when I can move okay?” He leaned off of you still rubbing your back as you shook under his touch mumbling he can move now

He moved slowly biting his lips sending slow back shots to you as you grunted quietly loving the way he felt inside of you

He sped up his thrust moaning your name you blushed loving the way your name rolled off his tongue he pushed your head into the pillows hitting your spot

You screamed as your eyes rolled back due to him fucking your tight little cunt roughly you loved the feeling of his balls hitting your folds

He turned you over on your back looking at your face smirking telling accomplished in himself as he put his cock back in you

His hands wandered down to your hips, holding them as he started to move by his own. You moaned with every move.

You laid your hand onto the visible spot where his cock was buried inside you, still overwhelmed by the feeling of being so filled

Then one of his hands went to your clit, again massaging the right spot as he kept thrusting into you. The room filled with the sounds of flesh and moans as you felt your orgasm coming closer.

You threw your head into your neck, whispering his name as you buried your nails in his thighs. It was good, so good. But this was not what you wanted. You wanted him, really him

"Geto", your voice whispered, almost begging. You didn't say anything else. He knew that sound, your request you were trying to ask for

For a moment there was silence, nothing more. Was he angry? You couldn't tell from the look on his face, but he knew what you wanted, even without using any more of your words you felt a bright light on you knowing exactly what it was

He was recording.

Just a second you started to doubt your request as he suddenly grabbed your hips lifting you off the bed as he fucked you rougher the before

Pain and pleasure accord in your lower area as you tried to pull away cause of the pleasure being too much for you to handle

He smacked your clit as you jerked forward as tears of pleasure fell from your head he was fucking you so good and hitting all the right places

You continued to try and run away from him causing him to laugh saying

“Why You Running?”

You shook your head unable to answer as you tried to relax but you couldn’t his big hard cock hitting your spot bringing lots of pleasure to you

Pleasure that you couldn’t even handle you moaned loudly coming your eyes shut as he laughed continuing his harsh and rough thrust

Your legs shook as you gripped the sheets screaming and crying feeling yourself get closer to your high he grunted moaning your name

Putting your leggings on his shoulders you felt him go deeper as he stayed in that position his top applying pressure to your spot

You could barely breath his hard big cock taking control of you feeling so full and needy under him as he rubbed your clit delivering slow but rough thrust to you as you moaned looking at him feeling helpless

his eyes fixed onto your gaze, his arms grabbing your thighs as he pulled you closer to him. Your legs held in place by his strong arms as you laid on your back, watching him with wide eyes. You took a moment to appreciate the view

One of his hands were placed at your abdomen, blunt nails digging into your skin. You wince as he continued thrust inside you

He appreciated the view of himself inside of you. His eyes focused, wild and a little bit absent, as he watched the bulge move in and out of you

You closed your eyes, happily focusing on the feeling of this moment. His thickness inside you, his veins pulsing. The little moans he gave you, as he became one with the moment, one with himself

His rhythm was faster now, his hands grabbing your legs again, laying them onto his shoulders as he pushed himself deeper inside

A little scream escaped your lips but it died as his lips were pressed on yours smirking into the kiss

His teeth bit in your tongue, the taste of blood filling your mouth. You got a little nervous as a low growl left his mouth

His hand wrapping around your neck as he thrusted hard and fast into you It was hard to breath but not impossible. He still knew what he was doing

And he wouldn't want to hurt you seriously. But right now it was a good feeling of being used by him. Thrusting into your body like nothing else would matter

His heavy balls were slapping hard and loud against your ass. His forehead full of sweat as he removed his hands from your neck, just to replace it with his teeth, biting and sucking a plethora of colors onto you

You screamed, your hands grabbing his hands as you felt your orgasm coming closer. You already felt a little bit dizzy as the pleasure grew, but his dick was rearranging your guts so good that you didn't want this moment to ever end.

“G-Geto…I…I am” you stuttered out

You couldn't even finish your sentence as you started to twitched under him. Your folds becoming even wetter as you came hard with him still inside you.

A moan, a groan and some hard and deep thrusts followed as he buried his dick so deep inside of you that you feared it might break you in two.

He held still as he came, breathing hard, the bands at his chest almost breaking from the pressure. His seeds flooded your insides, the amount was even for you a surprise.

His hot warm load deep in you

"That... was fucking amazing", he mumbled, the wide grin again on his face as he gave you a soft kiss. "I wanna do it again." He mumbled

You shook your head no “hell no not today maybe later you fucked me up I can probably barely even walk now” you said causing him to laugh

[ikeprinces-stuff]

🪽[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝]🎶

A/N: Frustration, depression and self-loathing can be your best inspiration when the week slaps you in the face and reminds you of your worthlessness. Romarin: . . . What?

Pairing: Leon Dompteur x Romarin ?????? (OC)

Warning: Uhhh... Mention of assassination, some blood and idk...

Words: 4k... Again

People who might appreciate this series: @reborn-elven-spirit @chirp-a-chirp @queengiuliettafirstlady @the-bird-and-the-flute

Previous chaps: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

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𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 20 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 :

“Your playing is beautiful,” he said, his eyes wide with admiration.

“I know! I’ve been practicing forever!” she replied, puffing out her chest playfully. “Now hit me with more compliments!”

“Uh... Your clothes are cool... not like mine,” he muttered, glancing down at his shabby, torn garments.

The girl's face dropped for a moment. “Wait, I was just... joking... I didn’t mean to—” she stammered, feeling guilty for her teasing.

“It’s cool. Can you play another song? I love to hear more...” he said, eager to redirect the conversation.

She hesitated, panic creeping in. She only knew that one song! What was she going to do? Just then, the boy looked away, his face shadowing with something sad.

“I gotta go… They might notice I’m gone... and punish me,” he whispered, the weight of his words hanging between them.

“You’re leaving?” she blurted, wishing for a different answer. His dull eyes told her everything—he wasn’t sure.

“Will we meet again…?” she pressed, her heart racing.

“I don’t know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I know!” she exclaimed, an idea sparking in her mind. “If one of us comes here and the other isn’t around, we leave a mark!” Her smile was bright and hopeful as she dashed to the tree, carving two lines into its trunk. “This one’s for me; this one’s for you! If we miss each other, we’ll add more lines!”

“Um, okay…” he replied, skeptical but intrigued.

Suddenly, she realized, “Wait! What’s your name?”

“Why do you wanna know? Maybe we won’t meet again.” he shot back, avoiding her gaze.

“You don’t know! What if it's years later?” she teased. “I wanna call you so I can find you!”

“No!” he shouted, panic flashing in his eyes. “I don’t want you to yell my name! I won’t tell you!” And just like that, he sprinted away, leaving her stunned.

The next day, she returned to their special oak, searching for him, hoping for a sign. But nothing—the tree stood silent, holding no marks, no traces of their meeting. Day after day, she came back, leaving her own marks, longing for him to show up. But he never did, and eventually, hope flickered out. She stopped coming, and the memories of those bright, playful moments faded into the distance, just like the boy she never really knew.

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“So, Leon,” Jin interjected, his curiosity piqued, “are you going to tell us about this duke who just appeared out of nowhere?” His sharp gaze swept across the faces of his brothers gathered around the round table, each one leaning in, eager for the revelation.

Leon met their expectant stares, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Of course. That’s precisely why I’ve summoned you all here,” he replied, his voice steady as he locked eyes with each prince in turn. “You must be familiar with the Sierra family, yes?”

A heavy silence descended upon the table, thick with intrigue.

Clavis broke the stillness, his tone tinged with amusement. “Ah, the Sierra family—a lineage cloaked in enigma and scandalous tales. It’s safe to say that in Rhodolite, everyone is aware of their existence. What remains a mystery, however, is what lurks behind their mask of nobility.”

Nokto leaned forward, eager to add to the conversation. “True, but their reputation isn’t just for show. They own an art gallery right in the capital, and their paintings are routinely sold at extravagant auctions, raking in immense wealth.”

“Don’t tell me they ended up like the Marcels?” Yves interjected, his eyes narrowed in concern. At Leon’s dismissive shake of the head, the tension in the air only heightened.

Licht's brow furrowed in thought. “So what does that mean for us?” he asked, bringing the conversation back to focus, though his impatience was rising.

Leon’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, an air of mystery enveloping his words. “It seems that some of the whispers about them hold truth. We just needed someone to shine a light on the shadows.”

Chevalier leaned back, chewing on the implications. “You can’t just take a rumor at face value, especially not from random tongues. What better proof could we ask for than from the rumor-mongers themselves?” His words hung in the air, electrifying the atmosphere, causing wide-eyed astonishment among his brothers—everyone except for Leon.

“Wait, are you saying the Sierra family... Duke Espin himself?” Jin stammered, shock coloring his voice.

“No, not him,” Leon replied cryptically,

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 :

“Your Grace, your sudden appearance without so much as a message is quite unacceptable. I trust you have a compelling reason for such an unannounced visit?” Leon's voice cut through the silence like a knife. His tone bore a reprimand, despite his effort to maintain a calm demeanor.

Chevalier, standing beside him, added with a commanding air, “I have little patience for frivolities, so do us the courtesy of summarizing your desires. I don't have all day.” His presence alone seemed to send a shiver down the Duke's spine, prompting an immediate nod of compliance from him.

“First and foremost, I must apologize for my impudence and uninvited arrival,” the Duke began, his voice steady. “I assure you, my purpose here cannot withstand delay or rescheduling.” The King and the 2nd Prince remained silent, their gazes fixed intently on the Duke. Clearing his throat, he continued, “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Evander… Evander Sierra.”

“Sierra…” Chevalier echoed, the weight of the name hanging heavily in the air. It was steeped in notoriety and history, none of it particularly favorable. “And what business does a Sierra have with the royal family?” His voice was laced with suspicion.

Leon, regarding the Duke with keen interest, interjected, “I've heard whispers that Duke Espen Sierra had progeny, though they were said to be mere children. I didn't realize he had a grown son.”

“Perhaps I was deemed unworthy of mention in those circles…” Evander murmured, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “But I am indeed the… only progeny and sole heir of the late Duke, Espen Sierra.” A slight hesitation punctuated his declaration, as if the weight of his lineage pressed down upon him.

An uneasy silence filled the room, as Leon's brow furrowed in contemplation. “The late…?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. With profound sorrow, I must inform you of the official passing of the former Duke last night.” Evander's words hit like a thunderclap, and the King's eyes widened, disbelief etched into his features.

“But he seemed in good health the last time I saw him.” Leon exclaimed, only to be met by Evander’s cold smile.

“The former Duke was a master of disguise, concealing his vulnerabilities from the world, including from me, his only son,” Evander admitted, bitterness twisting his lips.

Leaning forward with intensity, Chevalier probed, “So, is this an urgent plea to attend your father’s funeral? From the manner in which you speak, it sounds as though you were not particularly close. Am I mistaken?” Chevalier received a sidelong glance from Leon, who scrutinized the Duke with keen interest.

“Your reputation precedes you, Your Highness. You are correct; I am not here to mourn the former Duke's passing. I seek an affiliation.” The finality of Evander's words hung in the air, the tension rising palpably.

Leon and Chevalier exchanged a look—one of mutual understanding. “An affiliation?” Leon repeated incredulously. “After years of enmity between the Sierra family and the royal family?”

“I do not shy away from the truth, Your Majesty,” Evander replied steadily. “As a member of this family, I recognize the longstanding animosity. If I desired its continuation, I would not have come here in the first place.” His voice trembled slightly, yet the resolve beneath it was unmistakable.

“My relationship with the former Duke was far from cordial.” He spoke coldly, “Especially considering his purported ties to the anti-monarchy faction—a rumor, perhaps, but one I suspect you've long wished to confirm.”

Leon and Chevalier's eyebrows furrowed, the Duke’s candid admission stunning them. It was common knowledge that the Sierras walked a fine line of suspicion regarding their affiliations, but to hear it acknowledged so openly by a member of the so called family was unexpected.

“By voicing this, and seeking a new alliance, you are asserting that the Sierras wish to sever ties with the anti-monarchy faction, correct?” Leon leaned in, locking eyes with Evander.

“The former Duke's associations have only succeeded in fracturing my family. I will not conceal his tyranny, nor the cruelty he wielded over our household. His legacy has stained the Sierra name. I have lost those dear to me due to his actions, and my resolve is to end this once and for all. I have never shared his beliefs, perhaps why he chose to ignore my existence. It is time for a change.” Evander's voice surged with conviction, each word weighted with the promise of a new beginning.

“So, it’s all a matter of self-affirmation?” Chevalier mused, leaning back in his chair, his brow furrowing slightly. “You must also be aware of what’s now the talk of the town, right?”

Evander nodded confidently, a glimmer of urgency flashing across his eyes. “I know—it’s the murder of the Marcels. That’s another reason I came here.”

Leon and Chevalier exchanged glances, their interest piqued. “Go on,” Leon urged, his tone a blend of skepticism and curiosity.

“In addition to requesting that the Sierras be affiliated with the royal family,” Evander continued, “I also request that they be guaranteed complete protection.”

Leon raised an eyebrow, his voice tinged with incredulity. “Complete protection? What’s spurred this urgent desire?”

Evander leaned forward, his expression serious. “I suspect your Majesty may have concluded that the Marcels were connected to the alleged faction. After King Leon took the reins, it seems they withdrew, intending to align themselves with the royalty. Tragically, they were murdered before they could establish that bond.”

At this revelation, both Leon and Chevalier’s eyes widened with shock. They had suspected the anti-monarchy faction’s influence in the Marcels’ demise, but the motive was chilling and unexpected.

“And what do we stand to gain from this alliance?” Chevalier inquired, intrigued yet cautious.

“The former Duke was not just a noble; he was a renowned artist in Rhodolite,” Evander replied, his voice steady. “He owned a fine arts gallery that has become a treasure trove of wealth, with his paintings fetching high prices at auction. Here’s the proposal: all profits from this gallery will go directly to support our soldiers—the ones defending our borders. It’s imperative we double their arms, equipment, and provisions.”

He paused, ensuring his words had the desired impact, then continued, “Furthermore, I’ll ensure that Zultanite province—the territory owned by the Sierras—will now provide whatever is necessary for our border forces.” Evander's voice resonated with determination. “All of Zultanite’s wealth and resources will henceforth belong entirely to the royal family.”

A tense silence descended upon the room as the magnitude of Evander’s offer settled in. This was a proposal for military support that could help the course of their tumultuous relationship with the Obsidian Kingdom.

Finally, Leon broke the silence, a sly smile emerging on his lips. “Alright, Your Grace, we will consider the matter for now.”

Relief washed over Evander's face, illuminating his features as he bowed deeply, gratitude evident. “I am deeply thankful, Your Majesty.”

Leon’s expression hardened slightly, a warning evident in his voice. “But heed this: if you act in any way that contradicts your promise, we will respond with severe consequences.”

Evander straightened, fervor igniting in his gaze. “Your order will be obeyed, Your Majesty. I swear to uphold your expectations. I understand that betraying you would be a betrayal of myself.” The sincerity in his voice rang true as he bowed his head repeatedly, gratitude pouring forth like a river.

Leon leaned back in his chair, letting out a deep breath as he wrapped up the recounting of the meeting he'd had with the Duke Evander Sierra the day before. The gravity of it all hung in the air like a leaden weight.

"This is a lot to take in," Luke murmured, scratching his head in confusion.

"Yeah, I’ll admit," Licht interjected, his brow furrowed. "The Duke made a tempting offer. I mean, we’re practically drowning in a shortage of weapons and gear after that last showdown with Obsidian’s forces."

"But he brought some sensitive information," Nokto replied skeptically, crossing his arms. "Only someone who was actually there would know the real details of what went down."

Leon nodded, recalling Duke Evander’s words. "According to him, his father was involved in the assassination. It makes sense that he’s got direct intel—after all, fears ran rampant within the faction. They thought the Marcels’ ties to the royal family would blow their plans wide open, so they decided to eliminate the threat entirely."

"So, the Duke's just trying to save his own skin, huh?" Vernard quipped, his sarcasm evident. He recalled that brief encounter with the Duke in the corridor yesterday.

"Come on, dear Vernard, don’t be so harsh," Clavis chimed in, adopting a measured tone. "Regardless of his motives, what's important is whether we can benefit from this. We need to judge him based on what he can prove."

Yves interjected, his skepticism clear. "We still don’t know if he’s being straight with us. The commotion he caused upon arriving is a mystery in and of itself. Just because he knows some details about the assassination doesn’t mean he’s trustworthy."

Jin leaned forward, serious. "The Duke claimed the Marcels were killed because they pulled out of the anti-monarchy faction and tried to align with the royal family after Leon took the throne. Are we supposed to believe he’s not playing us? Even if he's genuine, that doesn’t stop the faction from sending spies to keep tabs on him."

"Good point," Sariel added, penning his thoughts. "But from what I heard and what King Leon and prince Chevalier saw at the meeting, the duke seemed genuine enough. He capitalized on the death of the former Duke—either out of fear or strategy. He must’ve figured showing up late to the funeral would raise less suspicion about his absence, given the poor relationship between them.”

"You mean he’s worried they’d come after him?" Luke asked, piecing the puzzle together.

"That’s what he claimed," Chevalier confirmed, his tone neutral.

Leon gathered his thoughts, then spoke decisively. "Alright, here’s the plan. Nokto, I want you to head over to Zultanite province. I need you to scope out the situation—resources, way of life, dealings—all of it. And take Clavis with you for backup, I'll send a word to the duke about your trip there."

"Oh, are we going on a little adventure?" Clavis asked, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Gathering intel to see if our Duke friend is legit? Sounds like a fun spy mission."

Nokto rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. "It’s not spying if the Duke knows we’re coming. And why the hell are you dragging Clavis along?"

"Because, between the two of you, I trust you’ll gather more info than we actually need. We could use every bit of intel we can get right now," Leon said, his expression earnest.

"Save the flattery for later," Nokto replied dryly.

Clavis shot Vernard a look. "What about you, dear Vernard? Don’t you want to join us? You and Nokto do seem to enjoy each other’s company on long trips."

Vernard’s gaze remained cold, avoiding direct eye contact. "I wasn’t assigned to this task. I've got my own matters to attend to." He turned to Leon.

Jin chimed in, acknowledging the complications. "Things are getting messier, especially after that chaos last night. Word could get out about the assassination attempt, and we don’t want the townsfolk panicking."

With all eyes on Chevalier, who had remained silent until now, they were met with indifference. "Do whatever you like," he stated before rising and leaving the room, leaving an uneasy quiet.

"Alright, everyone has their assignments. I’ll take care of my part too," Leon commanded, signaling the end of the meeting as the others began to disperse.

After Sariel whispered something urgent to Leon, he gave a solemn nod and departed, leaving a heavy atmosphere in his wake. Leon, still processing the news, leaned against the table and let out a sigh that seemed to release all the tension he'd been holding onto.

Seated beside him, Vernard remained motionless, his usual stoic facade now replaced by a look of remorse or perhaps regret. Leon turned to him, his voice softening.

"It's not your fault, Verny," Leon said reassuringly.

"I should have told you sooner," Vernard muttered, his gaze fixed on the table, avoiding Leon's eyes. "And now..."

"You’re more worried about what happened than I am?" Leon interjected with a light-hearted tease, trying to ease the tension. Vernard's gaze lifted, meeting Leon's, curiosity piqued.

Leon continued, "Let me tell you something, she stepped in front of the dagger of her own free will."

"What...?" Vernard's voice was barely a whisper, shock painting his features, it seems that the story isn't as Vernard expected.

"As I said," Leon confirmed, his words hanging in the air as he fell silent, allowing the weight of his revelation to sink in.

After a moment, Leon stood up, signaling his intent to leave. "I have to go now." He paused at the door and turned back to Vernard. "Oh, and Vernard?"

Vernard looked at him, his expression a mix of confusion and concern.

Leon's face broke into a gentle smile. "Despite your... unconventional methods of foreseeing things, I'm glad you told me. So, thank you for watching over her all this time."

Vernard didn't respond, his eyes following Leon as he exited the room. Left alone, Vernard exhaled deeply, his sigh echoing in the now empty space, the complexity of his emotions lingering in the silence.

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Leon walked down the corridor, his footsteps barely audible against the polished marble floor. The echoes of the meeting buzzed in his mind, but they felt distant, overshadowed by the haunting memories of last night. “Why can’t I shake it off?” he muttered under his breath, his brow furrowing.

He could still feel the weight of her limp form in his arms, her pallid skin a stark contrast to the vibrancy he once knew. “You always joked about me being a hero,” he whispered, a pang of guilt tightening in his chest. “And look at you now, cracking jokes even while… while… everything was falling apart.” He clenched his fists, the thought of her smile spiraling into a quirk of fate that had turned him into the helpless one. “How could you save me when I was supposed to save you?”

As he ambled forward, lost in the tempest of his thoughts, each step felt like an anchor dragging him deeper into the ocean of despair. But just as he thought he might drown in it, a joyful voice pierced through the fog. “Your Majesty!” It was one of the maids, her face alight with excitement, her breathless approach breaking his trance.

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The sunlight, a cruel mockery of warmth, filtered through the window, teasing Romarin's eyelids. With a slow, pained groan, she finally pried them open, her usually vibrant jade eyes dull and weary. The world swam into focus, a disorienting blur before her comprehension began to claw its way back. Something was profoundly wrong.

Her head, a leaden weight, turned slowly, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The rough-hewn wooden ceiling, a constant in her humble life, was now impossibly thick and ornate. The simple, two-candle chandelier was replaced by a glittering monstrosity, its countless candles casting a flickering, opulent light. The hard bed, usually a source of discomfort, was now a cloud of soft feathers, a stark contrast to the coarse blanket beneath her.

A jolt of agony shot through her as she tried to sit up, a hoarse gasp escaping her lips. Her hand flew to her side, instinctively seeking the source of the burning pain. Her fingers brushed against something unfamiliar – a thick, white bandage, stained a disturbing crimson. Her clothes, too, were different. The familiar long sleeves still covered her arms, her chest was also covered, but her stomach vulnerable. A wave of nausea threatened to overwhelm her.

"Ugghh..." she whispered, the sound ragged and weak. Memories, fragmented and sharp, flooded her mind, a relentless loop playing on repeat with each flicker of her eyelids. The cold steel, the searing pain, the chilling realization that she had been targeted, that she was about to die... Then, a flicker of hope, a blinding flash of warmth, and then… more pain.

"Leon..." she breathed, the name a soft plea escaping her lips.

As if summoned by the very sound of her voice, the door burst open and Leon strode in, his face etched with worry and relief. "Romarin..." he whispered, his voice a balm in the storm of her confusion. Their gazes locked, a silent exchange of unspoken anxieties passing between them. He approached the bed, his movements cautious, his relief evident. "I'm so glad you're awake," he murmured, his voice husky with concern. "I was terrified…" He paused, a shadow of dread passing over his features as he recalled the horrors of the night. He noticed her eyes flicker away from his, landing on his attire.

Gone was the simple shirt he always wore, replaced with a luxurious robe that spoke of power and privilege. A gleaming lion crest, a symbol of royalty, adorned his attire.

Silence descended, a heavy blanket between them. Finally, Romarin's voice, laced with disbelief, cut through the stillness. "You're… a prince, aren't you?"

Leon wasn’t surprised by the question, but he hadn't expected it to be the first thing she'd say. "A king, to be precise," he answered, watching her closely, waiting for the shock, the awe.

But it never came. "Huh… so that's it," she mumbled, her voice devoid of emotion.

Leon's smile faltered, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features. "You don't seem surprised."

Romarin shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that belied the turmoil within her. "Not really. I always felt you weren’t quite… ordinary. You always had this… special aura."

Leon's lips curved into a wry smile. "So, you suspected I wasn't who I pretended to be? Does that mean my disguise wasn't convincing?"

Romarin offered a weak chuckle. “I didn’t say you were a bad actor, just perhaps not very adept at concealing your noble side.”

"Perhaps I need a stronger disguise next time," Leon laughed, but the lightheartedness didn't reach his eyes. Romarin tried to echo his amusement, but the effort died in her throat. The memory of the pain, the terror, crashed back, silencing her laughter.

Leon noticed her sudden silence, his laughter fading. He reached out, his hand finding her head, gently stroking her soft hair. She didn't push him away, a small sign of comfort in the midst of her turmoil. "If you weren’t there—"

"Shhh," Leon interrupted, silencing her words. "It's over. You're safe now." His hand moved from her hair to her cheek, his touch gentle, reassuring. "I did what anyone in my position would do."

Romarin shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. "No. Most people wouldn't lift a finger, especially not if it meant getting hurt themselves. You almost got hurt, Leon… because of me." She closed her eyes, unable to meet his gaze, the memory of the blade, the burning agony, flooding back. She felt a shudder pass through her body. "If you hadn't intervened… I would be dead." The words were choked with gratitude, with a dawning understanding of the immense debt she owed him.

“Romarin… look at me.” The urgency in his voice was palpable, but her gaze remained fixed elsewhere, distant and unfocused. “Romarin…” he called again, his voice softening. He gently cupped her chin, turning her face toward him, and finally, their eyes locked.

A surge of pale relief washed over Leon. “See? I’m alright now, because you saved me,” he murmured, his tone shaded with emotion. The gratitude shone brightly in his eyes. “While I was supposed to be the one saving you, I suddenly found myself the victim… You don’t know how much I owe you for this.”

Romarin blinked in surprise, her brow furrowing. “You’re grateful… to me?” His quiet nod spoke volumes.

“A lot,” he affirmed, his voice steadying. “I've met women who recklessly throw themselves into danger for all sorts of reasons. It’s a dangerous sort of bravery, but it’s admirable, too. They willingly bear the risk to protect others, even knowing the danger that lies ahead.” A nostalgic smile played on his lips, reminiscent of another time long before he’d crossed paths with Romarin.

Romarin released an anxious laugh, then smiled gently. “Is that true or just something you’re saying to placate me?”

With a teasing smirk, he replied, “Call it what you will, but you should know…” His expression shifted, growing serious. “I owe you one.”

“Yes.” Romarin raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “One violin.”

Leon’s surprise flickered momentarily as he recalled the moment her beloved violin shattered, sacrificed for his sake. Instead of a burden, it was a mark of her unwavering spirit.

“Honestly, I'm starting to wonder why you even saved me," he jested, trying to lighten the mood.

“What do you care?” she shrugged indifferently, but he noticed her wince as she moved.

Leon’s protective instincts surged to life. “Romarin… your wound…” He leaned in closer, concern etched on his face. The way her body shook slightly as she remained silent gnawed at him. Moving swiftly, he rose and called for the maid who had informed him of her awakening. “Get the physician! Now!”

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The physician entered briskly, instantly taking charge. He carefully examined Romarin, removing the bloodied bandage as her eyes widened at the sight of her injury—deep and stitched. Leon's heart sank; he was no stranger to wounds, having witnessed countless injuries on the battlefield, but seeing Romarin's frightened expression twisted something deep within him.

“Even the slightest movement could cause the wound to reopen, and infection could set in if not treated properly,” the doctor cautioned, retrieving salves and bandages ready to treat her.

Leon’s voice interjected. “Wait…” The physician paused, eyeing him quizzically, while Romarin turned her gaze to him. “Hand me the supplies. I’ll handle the rest.”

Though the physician hesitated, likely wanting to question his competence, he relented and handed over the prescription without further dispute.

“She’ll need to rest for a few days. The herbs will aid her recovery, I'll come back to see how she is soon, Your Majesty.” he adviced then bowed before stepping out, leaving Leon and Romarin alone.

Leon approached her bedside, sitting carefully beside her. “I promise to be gentle,” he offered, attempting to bring a light heart back into the room.

“You better be,” she replied dryly, adjusting her position before burying her face in her pillow. “Just get it done.”

He began applying the medicinal herbs, and her muffled moans of discomfort filled the room. Each sound pierced his heart like a dagger, and though a faint smile on his lips, it bore a heavy melancholy. Recognizing her fierce determination not to show her weakness, he admired her strength but felt the complexity of emotions washing over them both.

The memory of her vulnerability during the attack surfaced in his mind—a fragile dove caught in the crossfire of chaos.

Minutes passed, but the muffled sounds under the pillow shifted from moans to silent sobs, each tremor of her body echoing how deeply the trauma had affected her. She had survived, but the scars of the experience ran deep, far beyond the physical.

Romarin bit back her tears, feeling Leon’s gentle touch flinch from her wound. The room was heavy with unspoken words, the air thick with fear of loss and the ache of near tragedy.

When she finally peeled the pillow from her face, she found the room empty, the bandage now wrapped around her wound. The reality of Leon’s absence hit her like a tidal wave; tears streamed down her cheeks, unguarded and unrestrained. She hadn’t even had the chance to truly thank him for saving her.

Meanwhile, Leon stood just outside the door, his back pressed against the wood, allowing her space to reclaim her composure. A persistent voice in his mind urged him to let her grieve in solitude, to not intrude upon her vulnerability. He yearned to rush back in, to comfort her, but he also knew that sometimes, the strongest thing one could do is let the other find their way back to strength on their own.

In his heart, he carried the weight of duty—as a king, as a protector, as a man who cared deeply for Romarin.

𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 >>>>>>>>

[sunriize]

kiss it better

seunghan x fem!reader

warnings: insinuation of a toxic relationship. starts of in a fight. lowkey gets physical (mc slaps sh). cheating accusations. cussing. toxic behaviour but always going back to each other. fluff at the end. mentions of aespa giselle (aeri) and riize eunseok. idk if anyone noticed but this is based off of/inspired by rihanna’s kiss it better but idk if i interpreted it correctly sorry if i didn’t 💀 um i cant write a fight scene for shit but i really just wanted to put this out 😣 i lowkey hate this guys. okay bye enjoy!!!

“i didn’t realise you were an expert on everything, enlighten me on how that wasn’t flirting!” seunghan spits his snarky comments.

“it was a crowded room you dipshit! we couldn’t control how much space there would be!” tears threaten to fall down your face as you and seunghan continue to argue over something that was out of anyones control.

“he was literally three millimetres away from u! he may as well have had his dick up your arse!” you could tell he was getting angry, the tips of his ears burning into a deep red while his eyebrows furrowed.

“you always do this! how many times do i have to tell you that it was out of our control” you were losing patience at this point, frustrated that your boyfriend won’t even try to understand you. “you’re acting like i did take him up my arse! you absolute monstrosity” you’re sure you’re on the verge of pulling your hair out right now.

“i don’t know why you’re talking as if you bring soooo much joy to the conversation” i swear if he utters another word.. you clench your fist and try to keep you peace, so angry out of your mind you start huffing and puffing.

“you talk so highly about yourself but you cant even stay loyal to your own boyfriend” seunghan scoffs

“don’t you dare roll ur eyes at me, i did nothing wrong, you’re the one blowing things out of proportion” you exclaim as you furrow your eyebrows and dig ur pointer finger into his chest.

“you’re so out-“ SLAP

god that felt so good

“what the fuck!? what was that for!”

“you’re acting like a fucking cunt!” you scream before turning on your heel and locking yourself in the shared bedroom.

*knock* *knock*

“baby, please open up”

“fuck off”

“baby, you’re starting to piss me off now open up”

you give no response as you try to suppress your small sobs

“fucking hell” seunghan whispers under his breath, rolling his eyes as he grabs his car keys and jacket from the couch.

you hear the front door shut while you dig under the covers to find your phone.

“aeri you dont understand, he’s so infuriating! i cant stand him all he does is cause problems” you sob while recounting the events that occurred earlier in the day

“y/n, im telling you as a friend but also as a sister, you should consider breaking up with him, everyone has noticed that you’ve been so down, and seems like its been taking a toll on you, this isn’t healthy”

“you don’t understand at all oh my god” you hiccup “i love him too much to leave and i know he feels the same way”

“but he doesn’t act like it at all”

seunghan had left the shared home, trying clear his mind rant to his friend.

he tried to wrap his head around why he would act like that. but now that he thinks about it, he’s always acted like this, over exaggerating the seriousness of everything.

he recollects what he had said before, insisting that the forced close proximity was comparable to cheating. even things that have happened before, such as the incident where he mistook your kindness towards a waiter as flirting.

seunghan realises that it was never a two way toxicity, rather only coming from him. the immense guilt he currently feels is nothing compared to the sadness he has caused you.

“hyung i messed up so bad” seunghan is currently sobbing, with head his hands while his phone plays on loudspeaker “like really bad, im pretty sure shes crying right now”

“seunghan, im sure she is, you literally insinuated that she cheated on you ‘cuz she was next to a guy?” eunseok’s sure that his friend has never acted irrationally before, but seeing how he reacted to such a small thing, he thinks he needs to reevaluate his friend.

“hani, im telling you as an older brother, fix it while you can, you won’t know how much this may have effected her until you talk to her, the more you put it off, the worse it will get”

you leave the room you’ve locked yourself in for the past three hours, throat burning in thirst, you head to the kitchen to fetch a drink. while you finish your cup of water, you hear the gears turn in the door, indicating seunghan had returned from whatever, wherever. you don’t care right now.

now you two are standing opposite each other, both avoiding any sort of eye contact.

seunghan takes steps forward towards the sink to wash his hands, conveniently you’re standing right next to it, so you take your chance to swerve away from him. seunghan swears his heart breaks even more than before.

you take three big leaps and now you are in your living area of the apartment. your emotions are all over the place, one second you were upset, the next emotionless, and now your angry. angry that he still hasn’t said anything (mainly apologised) despite him being the one who had the worser choice of words.

you turn to face him with a disgusted look on your face. “why cant you just let go of that pride of yours?” you dont shout, you dont want another argument, no matter how angry you were currently.

seunghans lost for words, he wasn’t expecting a confrontation this early on into coming home.

“you know i love you, and i know you love me.” you sigh, relaxing all your facial muscles so rather than seeming annoyed, you seem approachable now. “but you cant make everything into a problem because you didnt like it” seunghans head falls to face the bottom of the sink as you relay your feelings

“we’re in a relationship, if you don’t like something, tell me and ill do my best to fix it. im hoping you’d do the same for me” you continue as you stare at the side of his face.

seunghan sighs while he dries his hands on a tea-towel and walks over towards you. both of his hands are now placed on the sides of your face

“i do love you. i love you so much it hurts.” his eyes sparkle with love and adoration. “i’ll be honest i dont know why i acted like that, but i’m so sorry that i did. i’ll try harder to never act like that again, i dont want my pretty girl crying sad tears because of me” he says while wiping his thumbs over your dried tears.

you let out a small smile, this is just what you wanted, seunghan to take accountability. you lean up to place a peck on his lips before pulling him into an embrace.

“i love you” you both say at the same time, leading you to pull away from each other and fall into a pit of giggles and pressing kisses against each others faces.

seunghan moves a strand of hair behind your ear and leans towards it, whispering a small “i love you so so so so much”placing small kisses to the top of your ear after every “so”, and he finally presses a long smiley kiss onto your lips, exerting enough force to bring out another giggle from you and reciprocating the kiss.

no matter how much you fight, you can always kiss it better.

[starleska]

Huzzah! Art Fight nears its end, I think. I have survived! As have you!…I hope. I’m pretty sure you survived. <3 I know a lot happened there, but we both did ArtFight stuff! You did stuff! I did stuff! You fought hard! Idk if you’re doing any better or worse than before, and idk if you feel bad about any kind of inactivity, but there’s no need to! You’re alive and that’s what matters! If you want or need to take time away a little longer, you can take as much as you need! I’m sure we all love you and will be here when you’re ready <3

Also, since the “war” is over, or ending, we can go back to drawing whatever we want of whatever quality forever again without any pressure or self-imposed pressure to draw something else goodly! Woe! Art be upon ye!

(…I couldn’t remember where I saw your full lil persona before so I’ve been referencing your tumblr pfp and ArtFight pfp and going by memory sorry-)

…love toaster quality art…Ig that proves my point! Though sending this to myself on discord and screenshotting it may not be a good idea…post art fight delirium my beloved. uh let me just-

SCREAMING!!!! okay okay i have been mulling over how to reply to this for days because i was so just. delighted and overwhelmed with this little blorbo-processing universe you've invented for us!!!! F/O Inc...oh man, what a delightful place to work!!! that really is what it feels like logging into Tumblr Dot Com to yell about some new idiot 😂💖💖💖

but now i'm thinking...what exactly are our jobs? do we do fieldwork? certainly you and i are collectors of f/os, hunting down potential obscure characters for people to get obsessed with...what's the corporate hierarchy here? are our clients other selfshippers, or are they the f/os themselves? i'm cracking up at the idea of it being like one of those matchmaking dating services crossed with a crime drama...Ace Attorney style, people bringing in their woes and desperately hunting for an f/o who'll match them perfectly...!!! 😂😂😂 Client, visibly sweating: "Gosh, I-I never usually do this sort of thing, but...it's been so lonely on my dash recently, and I...I was wondering if you had any new, um...Tumblr Sexymen...to recommend?" You, chain-smoking cigarettes with three hanging out of your mouth: "Sweetheart, you've come to the right place. Take a look at these puppies." You yank a thick file from your drawer and slap it down, open, on the desk. "Now, keep an open mind, toots...but you ever hear about this Once-ler fella?" all of the DETAILS in this art are killing me 🙈🙈🙈 your countless cups of coffee, as if you've been trying to cope with the new freaks i've brought into the office 😭💖💖 the little Employee of the Month photo too, oh my gosh!!! i'm honoured :3c and oh my god the TINY Piers, Ramón and Maxime...!!!!!! FUCK the second i get a new laptop and can draw again i need to add to this universe, thank you for coming up with something so brilliant 🥺💖💖💖 accepting new hires for F/O Inc. today! 😉 and HUGE CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU FOR GETTING TO THE END OF ARTFIGHT FRIEND!!!! 😭💖💖💖 so sorry that July decided to kick me in the metaphorical nuts and i wasn't able to attack you back, but THANK YOU SO MUCH for the wonderful art you made me which i treasure so much 🙈💖💖💖 shortly i'll be compiling all the lovely art i received into a little chart, and i can't wait to show off your work!!! i owe you big time 😉 thank you as well for such a lovely pep talk and all the niceness you've thrown my way 🫂 of course i do feel a bit guilty about needing to take a step back and being so open about the burnout, but it's been a busy month for all of us, haven't it? i think August is going to be really nice and fun :3c anyway this is kickass and i'm so glad to be your colleague at F/O Inc. bahahaha 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[yourfaviraqi]

soo incoming rant, ignore if you want

so iwas at the park with some of my friends and boyfriend today and like

there was this little kid that literally was attached to me, keep in mind i have never seem this child in my entire life???

at first he asked me like

“are you a mom 🤗”

and i said yes bc why tf not

and hes like “good!! you have three kids.”

so im like oh uh alr

and then this kid runs around the ENTIRE FREAKING PARK, THEN TRIES TO J U M P ME AND YELLS “TUBE SLIDE”

so im like um okay 😭

so then me and my friends k and c were sitting down on the grass

this kid jumps me AGAIN, TRIES TO SQUEEZE TF OUT OF MY ARM, then he does that weird squeezy shoulder thing idk i have a weird reaction to it 😭, then ke starts KICKING MY BUTT, and then my friend k asked “what are you doing?” and the little kid said that he was trying to SPANK AND SLAP MY BUTT. then he ran away after failing to spank me, and me and my friends were left there laying on the ground cry laughing for 5 minutes.

overall, very traumatized.

also me and my bf kissed behind a tree, it was sweet.

anyways

yeah

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

@itisthywilliam this is what i was gonna rant to you about 😭😭

[imrllytootiredforthis]

These are the thoughts of my twisted mind Have you ever thought about what sound skz asses would make when you fuck them from behind? U know, skin slapping sounds. I always thought chan would sound loud and heavy, literally the *plap plap* sound, I mean because his butt is really BIG, it would sound like this especially when you stop and let him do all the work. You would also see the small waves...

AAA IDK THOUGHTS COME TO ME SO RANDOMLY

okay, okay, wait, gimme a sec,

first of all, chan's ass totally would-I mean, look at it👀

like, imagine the downright filthy noises coming from your room when you make him do all the work.

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changbin, i feel like's gonna be kinda the same thing bc just like chan, he's got a fat ass

shit's gonna be loud w/ both of them honestly, but i do feel like with binnie there isn’t as much of a wave/ripple, cause he works out so much and so there’ll be more muscle there

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i think jisung would be a little different, just bc it isn’t as big as the others (no shame, no shame, the others just have huge butts) his would be a bit quieter, a bit less heavy

but for everything he lacks in that, he’s gonna be ten times louder vocally then the others-literally has no filter, will be screaming to the heaven’s above n’ shit

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but anyway, yes 10/10 all across the boards, would recommend👍

um, take this with what you will...

[bingoboingobongo]

my kaleidoscope thoughts/review

(spoilers under the cut. also im still shocked so this shit makes no sense)

holy shit holy shit HOLY SHIT WHAT TJE FYCK HOLY SHJT OHMFG HOLY SHIT KALEIDOSCOPE IS A FUCKING PRODIGY WHAT THE FYCK THAG SHIT ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY WTF WTF WTF HELP OMFG IM IN SHOCK I XANT WHAY BELP MDNSJSJJS NO FUCKING WAY THAY WAS FUCKING INSANE WHAT THE FUCK NUGGETS SHIT BALLS LOLOLAPOOLAZA WAS THAT WHAT THE FUCK IK IN AWE GIANCARLO ESPOSITIO SERVES AS DUCKING ALWAYS GOLY MOLY BAJJSJSJS SOMEONE CALL TJE FUCMING COPS WHAT OMG I NEED TI BREATHE WHAT?????? EBVRLEPQICOJSJSJD

holy shit okay so um Jesus Christ I'm fucking fahahsh that was easily the best experience I've ever had omg that's giving money heist a run for their money holy crap okay um

alright so ngl when i heard the concept of showing episodes in random order I was hyped and i wanted it to be hype but tbh i kinda expected it to be ass and omfg damn this show was so good wtf. that being said, the episodes in random order didn't exactly have much impact on the story but it was a fun idea and i liked it in the end. at first i was worried, especially when i got to the after the heist episodes (which showed right before the white episode for me) bc in my mind i was like okay but like ik the outcome so like what's the point but damn was i wrong bc oml the twists Jesus Christ that shit had me in a damn pretzel.

alright so like my thought process. So i saw the pink episode right before the white one, and first can I just say that even tho i didn't like bob im glad he got to see his pink sand beaches even tho it was technically blood but whatever. anyways omfg tho did judy ditch Stan? I think so idek anyways that's irrelevant rn. okay so i was literally devastated when ava died i love her but also it definitely wasn't as bad as money heist so I'll live. BHT OMFG LEO'S DEATH BRUH I THOUGHT RJ KILLED HIM BUT IT WAS SALAS' SON BRAD?????? WTF THAT SHIT CAME OUT SO OUT OF LEFT FIEKD OMG JSHSJSJS

like i saw the shirt and i was like hmm that's kinda a nerdy shirt it seems like something rj might wear. AND THEN IT WAS BRAD TJE SON WEARING IT IN THE WHITE EPISODE. AND THEN RJ FUCKING DIED AND THEN IT WAS JUDY THAT FUCKING KILLED HIM BUT THEN SHE SORTA KILLED BOB LIKE WHAT THE FUCK OMG MY BRAIN MY JAW WAS LIKE GONE LIKE OMGJSSJJSJS

like ngl in the beginning I wasn't vibing with judy but then she killed rj and i really wasn't vibing BUT THEN SHE KILLED BOB AND MAYBE I WAS VIBING????

omfg and THEN HANNAH CAME IN AND HIT CARLOS AND THEN TOOK ALL THE MONEY LIKE WHAT JSJSJS AND LIKE IK ITS FIR THE BEST BECAUSE THE CREW PROBABLY WOULD HAVE GOTTEN KILLED BY THE TRIPLETS IF SHE DIDN'T BUT GAWD DAMN LIKE I WAS LOW-KEY HIGHKEY SAD LIKE TF

OMG AND THE FUCKING FEDEX GUY BRUHHSHAJS AND HER SISTER BRJSJSJS IM LITERALLY NSJSJSJSN WHAT

also her hair and her black suit in that one outfit remind me of natasha Romanoff so bad omfg

KSJSJJSJS AND THEN BOB USED THE PEN HE STOLE TO SAVE HIMSELF BITCH THIS SHIT WAS LIKE TWNETY BAZILLION CHEKHOV'S GUNS

IT WAS CHEKHOV'S FUCKING GUN RANGE TF LIKE OMG IM ACTUALLY IN LOVE SHOUT OUT TO ERIC GARCIA OR ERIC GARZA MAN I DONT REMEMBER TOJR LASY NAME BUT THIS SHIT SLAPPED GOD DAWM EXPECTATION FUCKING EXCEEDED BEHWJAJSJJSJSJSJS

holy shit holy shit AND WHEN THE FUCKING MACAU AD WENT OFF DAMN KUDOS TO AVA BC I WOJLD HAVE BURST OJT LAUGHING JESUS CHRISR TNO IT WAS SO GOOD

ngl tho idek if it actually randomizes the order u watch it in i started out with the jail episode with stan and ray tho so idk tell me if u guys get anything different

[sanktnikolais]

Six Degrees of Separation

A/N: Because focusing on one work is my weakness and my mind wouldn't let me write my current one if I didn't take this off of it. I am: a mess. HAHKLHASFD. Also because it’s my birthday today and I want to give you guys something before the day ends so have this from me uwu

Word count: 2260

AO3

A long time ago, the Little Palace had welcomed a young, raven-haired squaller. She was nine when her guardian accompanied her to the capital to train as a soldier for the Second Army. 

          Her training had started that same day, and after only a year, the young Squaller was the best among the other students in her class. At ten, she had already made a great impression of herself to the instructors and the older Grisha. It pleased her, somehow, knowing that she was better than most, as she had spent her childhood trying to please her mother who never batted an eye to her achievements in her former classes.

          Maybe it was also her confidence that made her reprimand another student. Or so she had thought.

          It was during a recess when the young Squaller had gone to the Little Palace’s gardens, trying to etch the scenery in her head so she could draw it in her letters that she sent to her aunt every week. The garden was peaceful at noon, the soft breeze rustling the leaves and wafting the scent of various flowers nearby. 

          She had gone a bit further into the gardens when she heard a sound of a wood splintering and breaking. 

          “Oh, no.”

          The young Squaller looked to her right just in time to see the branch of a tree fall down, followed by a clatter of notebooks. She looked up, and was surprised to see a boy with golden curls trying to get down from his place in the tree high above ground. 

          “Be careful—” she tried to say, but stopped abruptly when the boy’s foot slipped from a dent in the bark. She whipped a hand out to whip a draft of wind to cushion his fall. It was a bit of a clumsy summon as it took her by surprise, and the boy landed on the ground with a loud oof. 

          The young Squaller ran towards the boy, who was slowly sitting up while rubbing his shoulder. He had a wince on his face as his other arm started to gather his scattered notebooks.

          “What were you doing up there?” the young Squaller demanded, hands resting on her hips. The boy looked up at her, and she was startled by his hazel eyes. She was sure she hadn’t seen anyone with such light-colored eyes before. She bent down to help the boy in collecting his things.  “That was dangerous, even for boys like you.”

          The boy gave her a grin, which quickly turned into a grimace when he’d moved his arm a bit rashly. “Yes, I think I’m quite aware of that. It’s cool. What you did with your powers, I mean,” he said, waving his hand in the air in weird gestures. He stood up in his full height, and the young Squaller noticed that he wasn’t that much taller than her. “A bit uncontrolled, I noticed.”

          It sparked an irritation in the young Squaller, and she shoved the few notebooks she had helped get from the ground to the boy’s hands. “A thank you would be nice,” she said sharply. 

          “My apologies,” the boy said, arranging his notebooks in a clean stack. At least he did look apologetic. He grinned again, that all-too confident grin that brought out the vibrancy of his eyes. “Thank you, dear extraordinary Squaller.”

          “Just don’t be an idiot next time.”

          She had expected the boy to look offended or mad, but all he did was laugh lightly and nod. “Of course. I will take note of that. I must go.”

          “Sure. Whatever.” The young Squaller waved a dismissive hand to the boy, who laughed and winked at her in return. He turned and limped across the garden, whistling a tune that sounded broken and off, and then he disappeared behind a thick brush that led to the courtyard.

          She was about to leave as well, but a flash of white caught her eyes. There was a piece of paper left on the ground. She bent over to pick it up. On the expanse of the material was a rough sketch of what she could guess as a ship, and at the top right corner was a messy scrawl of “Kingfisher”. 

          The young Squaller looked at the direction the boy had disappeared to, silently wondering who he was. She had never seen him in the Little Palace before, so he might be a new student. It explained his sudden exit when she saw him. 

          With a shrug, the young Squaller folded the paper and tucked it inside her pocket. She would give it back the next time she saw him.

          It was several days later when she saw him again, but this time, he stayed down on the ground and was resting his back on the tree bark, hands busy scribbling on his notebook. She approached him, paper in hand, and stopped at least a few feet away. 

          The boy stopped writing and looked up, a smile appearing on his lips when he saw her. “Hello,” he said. 

          “You left this in the grass when you fell,” the Young squaller said, giving the folded paper to the boy, who took it rather enthusiastically. 

          “Saints, thank you!” he exclaimed when he finally unfolded it, eyes brightening up. Then the boy seemed to notice his own outburst and shook himself. He gave her a sheepish smile. “Thank you, really. I thought I lost it.” 

          The young Squaller smiled back. “So, you’re fond of ships?” 

          The boy averted his eyes and looked back down to his notebook, his ears turning all shades of red. “Weird, I know, but—”

          “Who says it’s weird? I think it’s actually cool.” The young Squaller sat next to the boy, who looked really surprised.

          “You do?” 

          “Sure. They go against the waves of rough seas and oceans but still manage to float upright.”

          The boy laughed lightly. “That is a nice way to say it,” he said. “But I’m thinking of something different with this.” He gestured to the paper. Then he leaned his head a bit closer, as if he was going to tell a secret, and whispered, “What if they flew?”

          The young Squaller drew back in surprise. “No way.”

          “Yes way.” The boy opened his notebook and showed the young Squaller his other sketches and ideas. 

          “That’s impossible.”

          “I prefer improbable.”

          It was the start of the friendship between the young Squaller and the boy with golden curls for the next few months, even though they barely see each other. It would sometimes stretch at least two weeks before they saw each other again by the same tree in the garden. Usually, it was the boy who kept their conversation going, telling the young Squaller all about the ideas he had in mind while she just listened to him. 

          It brought a bit of escapism from the exhaustion of the lessons in the Little Palace, and she appreciated the rare times she met the boy with remarkable ideas, until she looked forward to seeing him almost everyday. 

          But these rare meetings suddenly stopped when the boy didn’t show up at the same spot in the next few days The few days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months. The boy never showed up again.

          The young Squaller had been disappointed at first, but she knew better than let herself get sad over the sudden disappearance of the boy. And by the time she had entirely stopped expecting him to show up, she realized that it was a good thing they never knew each other’s names. The boy had never bothered asking for hers, so she didn’t try to ask for his. 

          Maybe they had never been friends at all. 

          It would be nine years later when the young Squaller saw the boy again, but she had long since forgotten the short time they knew each other from the palace gardens.

***

          The silence hung heavily in the air. The redhead privateer levelled her challenging glare with an amused look, and for the nth time in the past few days, Zoya had the urge to punch it off his face. 

          “Who are you, really?” she repeated her previous question that remained unanswered. “And stop telling me you’re a mere privateer in the seas, because I am most certain you are not just someone.”

          Sturmhond gave a hearty laugh. “But it is what I am, dear Zoya,” he said, grinning his blinding smile. For a moment, there was something familiar radiating around him, a resemblance of a past memory. “Though you are quite right when you said I’m not just someone.”

          Zoya narrowed her eyes. “Elaborate, then.”

          “I’m actually a close friend to the prince.”

          His statement surprised her. But then she remembered his words to her when he got her out of the university. It only made her more suspicious of this pirate that was casually standing in front of her like he didn’t have to care for anything.

          “Is that why you have eyes on him at the university in Ketterdam?” she demanded, stepping closer to the privateer, but the redhead didn’t as much budge from his place like Zoya expected him to.

          “A good friend doesn’t leave a friend to fend for himself in an unknown territory.” Sturmhond waved a hand in the air. “Especially when he’s the second prince.”

          “If you’re a good friend, you wouldn’t have left there without making sure no threat was to come at him when the stadwatch realized that a Ravkan soldier had been identified hiding among the crowd.” She shook her head. “You should stop being an idiot for once.” 

          Sturmhond went silent at that, which satisfied Zoya in a way she couldn’t quite place. There was something triumphant when something had finally made the privateer shut up. She lifted her chin in a silent challenge, expecting Sturmhond to back down. But he didn’t.

          He gave her a dashing grin instead. 

          “Ah, there she is,” Sturmhond said, shrugging his coat tighter around himself. “Now I know why you were the one sent to handle the rescue mission in Ketterdam.” Then his expression softened, and he regarded her with obvious respect in his eyes. “I’m sure the Second Army commander would appreciate you returning safely.”

          Zoya’s anger flared. The rescue mission had been a complete failure. If the privateer’s compliments held such underlying slurs, then she would’ve been pleased to have insults said directly to her. 

          “You’re really that confident to get past the patrols on Os Kervo?” she said. She shook her head. “Without anyone to confirm your identity, getting past those patrols would be impossible.”

          Sturmhond shrugged, the calm and easy expression back to his face. He looked confident enough for himself.  “I prefer improbable.”

          Something in Zoya’s mind clicked, and she was left gaping at the privateer, who only winked at her before brushing past her. She was sure she had heard that line before, but wasn’t sure when or where. The thought continued to trouble her, so she whirled around to face the retreating privateer.

          “Hey,” she called out, “have we met before?”

          Sturmhond stopped and turned halfway, his expression inquisitive. Then he shrugged. “I don’t know, dear Zoya. But maybe I’m just that handsome.” He nodded, giving her a lopsided smile. “Get some rest. It’s still a week before we get to Os Kervo.” 

          Then he was off, whistling an off-key tune that stayed in Zoya’s mind for the rest of the night. 

***

When Sturmhond had returned to his quarters below deck, he closed the door behind him and leaned against it. A laugh escaped from him, and he shook his head. His suspicions were confirmed. What were the chances of meeting her again? He wasn’t the one to believe in fate. 

          But this certain moment was making him consider.

          He shrugged off his coat and went to the desk at the opposite side of the room, hanging the garment on the back of his chair. Reaching a hand over the drawer, Sturmhond opened it and took the old, worn out notebook at the very bottom of the stack. 

          A wave of nostalgia hit him, making him smile. This was where he had spent most of his late nights growing up, sketching the ideas he’d come up with when the sound of gunfire and explosion were too much for him to be able to sleep. 

          Sturmhond sat down on the chair as he opened the notebook, seeing the mess that were his scrawls and drawings, mixing with each other in a series of lines and curves. He turned the page. An old paper was wedged in between the pages, the edges torn from ages of handling. But one look at it, he knew exactly what it was. 

          The sloppy handwriting of ‘Kingfisher’ on the top right corner was already fading, but it was still readable. He remembered how he had panicked the night he fell from that tree, the thought of losing his greatest idea almost making him cry. But then a certain Squaller had returned it to him after a few days, with her stoic face and firm voice, and Sturmhond knew he was forever thankful to her for giving it back to him.

          Because he was able to make the idea come to life and set out to the seas on it now.

          “Who would’ve thought I’d see you again, dear extraordinary Squaller,” he murmured to the page. 

          For the first time in a long while, Sturmhond felt a real smile appear on his face. *** A/N: This is a rough excerpt from another probable multi-chapter I accidentally made. Idk when I'd write and post the full one, but we'll see. HEHE.