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hollyhomburg · 1 month ago

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Prey Animals (1)

— Pairing: Yoongi x Jin, Yoongi x reader, Bts x reader

— Genre: Omegaverse, Mafia au, Polyamory au, Found family, Suspense, Eventual Smut, Enemies to friends to lovers, Angst with a happy ending, Hurt and Comfort,

— Summary: In a world where Beta's are rare, valuable, and often have more than one pack; Beta Min Yoongi does everything he can to keep his mafia heritage a secret from his primary pack. Little does he know he's not the only one who's living a double life.

— Words: 2.3k

— Warnings: Coffee shop au, Depression, hopelessness, grief and grieving, strangers to friends to lovers, referenced harassment, catcalling, Themes of poverty

— Check in at the end for my notes on this chapter! —

(Last Chapter)

Here's the thing; Someone always has to leave first.

Whether it’s through divorce or death, through separations happy and healthy (even if they hurt at first) someone always always leaves first. Sometimes it's easy, sometimes it happens naturally when a lover slides from living into the end and there is nothing to do but beg; please treat them gently, please hold them tenderly like I did.

But nothing is safe and nothing is holy when it comes to death. Death takes and takes and takes. Death keeps the people you love forever, even when you can’t.

Kim Seokjin often felt like he walked hand in hand with death, which was honestly a little annoying.

He’d much rather ignore how death seemed to follow him like a curse, lingering at the corner of every moment and in every hollow promise. He'd much rather have shucked death off like an ill-fitting shadow in favor of holding on to the people he loved for as long as possible. Love is that way; intoxicating, even though you know it’s going to end.

Kim Seokjin loves his pack whole lot. A fuck ton. Enough to spit in death's face, enough to burn buildings and salt cities, to bring the sky down upon anyone who dared to take them from him. An omega in love is a dangerous thing, and Kim Seokjin was already dangerous before he met his pack.

He loved them all desperately, even though each one of them had a secret.

Seokjin is the first one to fall in love with Yoongi, and while it’s happening, he never thinks about the other leaving. He doesn’t think about how he’ll go and leave Seokjin’s heart in wreckage. It never even crosses his mind.

For Seokjin, Min Yoongi comes just in time.

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(6 Years Before, Seokjin)

Seokjin looks down at the text on his phone, the hiss of the expresso maker and it’s leaky connections a distant hum that grates on his brain. A welcome departure from the silence shadowing the coffee shop at this time of night.

Auntie <3 (10:26pm): I’m sorry, but we’re busy with the pup, you know how it goes, are you free to babysit anytime soon? Happy birthday anyway! Sorry we can’t make it that day!”

Seokjin knows his usually creamy omega scent is going rancid; he should maintain it for the sake of the customers that are bound to come into the shop at some point tonight. But he can’t manage it, looking down at his phone screen, the crack at the bottom. His heart in his throat feeling impossibly sharp.

There are hardly any people here at this time of night, haunting the red pleather seats or the dusty butcher block countertop that has seen better days. The dated Halloween decorations on the wall and the black and white checkered linoleum floor offer Seokjin neither company nor comfort.

He wishes he was at home, in his nest (Can you even call two curled up blankets thread bear and ancient a nest these days?), then this devastation would be easier to compartmentalize. But Seokjin is not so lucky no- Seokjin has to work.

God, what he wouldn’t give somedays to become a house omega. Seokjin should be a house omega, he’s pretty enough. Nice enough, smart enough. And yet-

The coffee shop he works at is open 24hr a day and it’s too early for midterms at the local college. Every hour or so someone comes in, a truck driver, or a late-night food delivery alpha with eye bags worse than his. Other than that, he’s on his own feet aching in his shitty old shoes.

Seokjin’s own hot chocolate with a triple shot of expresso goes cold on the counter. He likes the smell of the coffee more than the taste. But he needs the caffeine to stay awake. His body has never quite adjusted to the night shifts.

But Seokjin takes what he can get.

He looks at his aunt’s text. As if the inclusion of a few exclamation points makes him feel any better. As if an ask for babysitting (Something Seokjin usually enjoys) will be enough to dull the ache of being alone on his birthday in a few short weeks. Seokjin blinks away tears as he looks down at the text. Fighting away the clawing feeling in his neck, his throat closing up and his vision going blurry. It’s so pathetic to cry over this but it’s hard to imagine that just last year- Seokjin had more than enough people to celebrate his birthday with.

That’s the thing about dead parents, they have a tendency to make you emotional.

Seokjin walks to work because cars still make him dizzy, the jerk of them too fast reminds him of that night. Although he wasn’t in the car with his parents he still can’t so much as ride the train without thinking about it. The screeching impact fear of it all. He can tell himself at least it was quick, at least they didn’t suffer.

And yet-

when he’s not busy drowning in his grief, Seokjin gets by. He makes the minimum payment on his student loans that he can. Tolerates his shitty apartment with barely any furniture. He buys rice in bulk and sneaks’ bananas from the coffee shop when things get truly lean. It’s not terrible. He’s not homeless but his shoebox of an apartment doesn’t feel like home. In the basement below the ground floor, too damp and too dark. Things could be worse, and they could be a lot better. He could still have a family- still have a mom and dad.

It doesn’t matter to his aunt that she’s the only family he’s got left, it doesn’t matter to her that if he doesn’t spend his birthday with her- he’s going to spend it with no one. He feels as warn through and unwanted, as fragile and in decay as his shoes and the hole in the heal, the graying laces tangled into a bow.

If he looks in the reflective glass of the pastry cabinets, he can almost see a pretty omega staring back at him. Can almost recognize his own face beyond the deep bags under his eyes, beneath the ridges of his bags and the downward quirk of his face, muscles atrophying with nothing to smile about.

Seokjin should smile more; it would keep him from getting jowls. His beauty might as well be his only attribute that matters to society. Not his degree or his intellect. When Seokjin has time to feel bitter about it, he tells himself things could be worse.

He could be an alpha.

Greif and money are wearing Kim Seokjin thin. Sure, he’s legally an adult but he feels so childlike, full of hopes too high and a sadness too deep. School and his chances at an internship have long dried up, hopeless and directionless. Most of his Uni friends moved away for bigger and brighter prospects. And there’s not a soul to help him navigate life after college, let alone tell him what to do with his bullshit psychology degree.

The world turns on, but Seokjin can’t. Stuck in his grief like a statue. Constantly missing out on what could have been.

He should have believed his mom when she told him that he'd need to go to medical school or choose a different specialty. Should have believed his teachers when they told him that abnormal psychology was an oversaturated and hard to break into field. That's the thing about dreams- they're elusive, effervescent, and often just out of reach.

But it won’t be long before he has a reason to smile. Just a few more minutes now, just wait a little longer. This is the last moment Seokjin will ever be lonely. The last moment for the rest of his life, he just has too-

The bell dings but Seokjin doesn’t hear it. He doesn’t hear the footsteps either until they’re already rounding the counter, sliding open the hinge on the countertop pass through with a rusty shriek that makes Seokjin flinch. Lips open, greetings hover nervously on the tip of a tongue.

“Jesus Christ-”

Seokjin jumps and it’s more out of instinct than any fear. Anyone would jump. Seokjin has definitely not seen him before; Seokjin is definitely the only person who usually works the graveyard shift. Prefers it this way, there’s less people.

This stranger is so pretty that Seokjin does a double take, hand over his heart, thundering beneath his long pretty omega fingers. He’s got long hair; it lies over a forehead in a small curve. His dark cat like eyes flash at odds with his broad shoulders and even bigger and more disproportionate hands beneath an old flannel. His mouth twists downward with unintended mirth.

The strangers scent fluffs over him, chocolate- the kind that drips on your tongue like smores at a campfire or from a chocolate in your pocket. Warmed by the heat of a hand that’s not yours.

This stranger smells like hot coco on the coldest of days but Seokjin still shivers. A Beta. He can taste it on the back of tongue. There is a separate undercurrent to his scent. A silvery slipperiness to it.

What is a Beta doing here? Surely he has better things to do than grace Seokjin’s corner of the world right now.

“Hi ugh- you’re Seokjin, right?” Seokjin blinks, first down at his shirt to check he’s not wearing his nametag and then across the counter at Yoongi. He’s too pretty to be shy, and beta’s shouldn’t be shy at all. Yet a faint blush covers his cheeks. he’s got a face a bit like a cat, a bit like Gigi from howls moving castle. “Sejun hired me over the weekend, to help with the holidays.”

“Holidays?” Seokjin asks, eyebrows furrowing.

“You know- Halloween and then Christmas and stuff.” The beta goes plucky, the hair at the back of his neck sticking up like he actually is from some studio Ghibli movie. “I ugh- I’m Yoongi.”

He holds out his hand. Seokjin takes it. Yoongi’s hands are just as big and warm as they look.

“Jin.”

Seokjin checks his phone again when Yoongi’s not looking, as he puts on his black apron, and combs through his hair with a finger, anxious.

Sure enough- there is an open but unanswered text from his manager Sejun when he looks for it. Warning him to expect a new coworker. Not much else. Seokjin must have forgotten to answer.

“Did Sejun bother to train you?”

“No.”

“Have you ever worked at a coffee shop before?”

“No,” Seokjin is already looking dubious, but Yoongi is quick to reassure him, “but I want to learn.”

“Okay, then your first job is to make me an americano to apologize for startling me.”

Yoongi huffs, and its sounds close enough to a laugh that it has Seokjin’s instincts perking up. Stupid omegan instincts that like pretty things. Instincts Seokjin has long buried in self-preservation and grief.

Seokjin is not an introvert. Seokjin needs people like plants need sunshine. Needs touch and love just as much as any other omega in their prime. It’s getting it that’s always been an issue. But Seokjin does not let himself have the things he needs often. Seokjin does not let himself do an awful lot of things. Like walk home at night more than he has too or wash his pj’s after wearing them only once.

It’s easier to boil love down to something trivial like laundry.

Seokjin shows Yoongi how to operate the expresso machine and the oven they use to heat up the baked goods (mostly frozen, some baked) in the small kitchen in the back. Everything. Showing him the ropes.

They both leave when the sky is just starting to lighten, not light enough that all the nightcrawlers and alphas that linger on the street corners do not recede at the sight of the oncoming morning, but daylight is a distant promise in the night sky. Yoongi thanks him for showing him the ropes and Seokjin tells him he’ll see him in 12 hours, and they go their separate ways.

Seokjin always passes a few alphas and night crawlers on his way home. The coffee shop is just on the edge of where gentrification turns bougie but Seokjin like most poor omega’s his age- lives on the other side of town. he always contends with a few of alphas of an unscrupulous nature and tonight is no different. Usually keeping his head down keeps him safe enough.

Maybe he’d get harassed less if he wasn’t pretty. The very thing that earns him the tips that quite literally keep him off the street, the pretty tuck of his white shirt and the bit of gloss to his plush lips earn him unwanted attention. He scrubs the lip-gloss off, puts his hood up, and walks as fast as he can. It’s lucky that no one’s ever done more than catcall him.

It’s not like anyone would care if something bad happened to him anyway.

He can’t cross the street to avoid all of them, there are gangbangers on every corner between here and his apartment. He’s tall enough to be considered an alpha from a distance. Seokjin just hangs his head and tries not to look too conspicuous. Turning away from them so they can’t see the omegan curves to his face and his eyes and lips, the things that usually betray him.

It hardly ever works.

The alpha’s growl out their taunts, their insults masquerading as compliments and threats disguised as flirting. “I’d love to get my knot in that, you tight pretty?” one of the alpha’s sneers, Seokjin ignores it. He’s got a few inches on the alpha, but alphas are naturally stronger than omegas. If there is a fight, Seokjin will have to run.

“Bet you’re tight and warm and wet down there huh? Wanna give us a taste? I’ll make it worth your while. How much?”

Seokjin turns away from the streetlights and walks quicker.

(Next Chapter)

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(Read the first Version of this story Here)

Notes:

- It was a bit of a struggle to write small ‘wrong’ things into Seokjin’s character arc. Because I realize that he is supposed to be a psychopath who doesn’t know he’s a psychopath. But the beginning is so sweet I almost didn’t want to change it too much.

-I wonder if my own personal interjections to the story are welcome or annoying. I guess we’ll wait and see! You’ll tell me if you hate it lol

-Some of these chapters are going to be longer than others! But I want to split it up more thematically than anything else. Unlike the other version where I went by every 10k (unless something thematically dragged it over the line) this version is split up by mini arc.

-Ahhh reading it back I wonder if I made Seokjin’s beginning too depressing?

-I realized while editing this story that if I ever made the jump into traditional printed publishing that I’d have to do more work to set up the Omegaverse aspects of the story- and that’s what a good part of this chapter is doing- setting up the societal expectations of omegas in this universe and the challenges that they face.

-Looking back on this I also can’t help but think that the m/c was probably an omega in a similar position to Seokjin and she actually took the chance that the alphas offered to get out of poverty via a relationship and it so severely backfired on her.

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cherryclitgirl · 2 months ago

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The Gods IV

Pairings: Maegor x reader

Author’s note: Hey guys sorry for not updating, I’m working on this one and the Song of fire. Sorry but I had to restart because the app updated while I was typing and erased the work and I’m currently studying for my midterms. Anyway I hope you all have a good Christmas, Hanukkah and Kwanzaa! (and I’ll be updating soon, if you have any suggestions or request feel free to tell me:)

Summery: After the death of her son and Ceryse, the queen’s eye’s began to open to the dangers of the world. She recognizes the danger of being married to Maegor, and that as queen she must do what it necessary for the protection of her children,causing her to distrust the people she once called family. Maegor has too come to bone chilling realization that the young girl he tormented is old enough to betray him at any given moment.

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“Fueled the terror of becoming prey, see quickly we become predators.” - Dr. Volumnia Gaul

There had been a shift after the death of Queen Ceryse Hightower. The court filled the halls of the Red keep with tales about her demise. Many gossiped over her sudden death stating it had been planned. While others argued that the queen had been in poor health for long and she had finally succumbed to the Stranger whilst she slept . Even after her cold body was found by her handmaiden neither Maegor nor Tyanna visited her. The only who had seemed to act had been queen y/n, briefly ordering for the silent sisters to prepare the body. There was no ceremony in her honor, no discussion or public announcement. Her body was ordered to be returned back to Oldtown without further questioning.Soon there was not single trace that remained of Queen Ceryse Hightower.

The council meeting concluded as it would have any other day. It had been quiet and the lords kept their eyes on Maegor and the two queens. Not a brief mention of Ceryse was uttered throughout the entire meeting, leaving no room for future attempts of discussions. Maegor stayed back as everyone began to leave the room, everyone left except for y/n. She turned to look back at Maegor who sat on his chair his expression pensive but resilient.

His eyes did not move from her, he was glad she had stayed. He didn’t hesitate to hold her hand as soon as she was in front of him “I did waver… when I had to marry her” he spoke his voice cold and low “But no with you” he said his large fingers intertwining with hers.

“I do not wish to hear of it ” she spoke softly slightly leaning down . Maegor had not hesitated to take his niece as his wife after he took the throne. Not because she was another thing he had earned, but because she was just like him. He saw it, when she was still a child. When he was still her father’s hand. Her claws digging deep into face of a noble after he made a remark about her sister. Her nails so deep , his face had begun to bleed. It had been the mentioned of her sister that had always triggered something in her. The order she gave to have Lord Alton’s head removed. Now the death of Ceryse. He was no fool he had been in the same room when it happened. Hiding in the walls after Tyanna told him Ceryse she called for y/n.

She was just like him, violent underneath her act of rightouness . Her true colors were beginning to show, if she wished for it she could’ve betrayed him. Yet she didn’t. He was thankful for that. He didn’t trust Tyanna, he had seen Tyanna’s true behavior. When it came to worrying, his mind never directed itself to Tyanna.

“Lord Tymond rides for Kings landing, you summoned him?” He asked his fingers beginning to caress her hand. “I ordered it” she said resting her forehead against his. Maegor closed his eyes letting out an exhausted sigh, he was frustrated with the current events of the kingdoms. The faith militant was dying down, no longer were they allowed to carry weapons. But there was more to do, so much more. “We also need a new master of laws “ her murmured his eyes closing for a moment.

“I’m sure any Lord will be please to take that place” she said her forehead still resting against his. “Would you?” He asked his eyes opening to meet hers.

“Why on Earth would I do that” she scoffed softly pulling her head away his. She leaned back against the table her fingers still intertwined with his. “You’ve used your power to punish Lord Alton, you have been a good advisor, you’ve earned your seat” he told there.

She didn’t regret her decision Lord Alton was to die sooner or later. However it had been the first time she used her power as queen if she became mistress of laws there was no telling what she would do. “Do you know why I took the throne?” Maegor asked his young wife. He felt her body tense beneath her touch, it was sore topic for her. He had killed her two brothers, usurped the throne and forced her to marry him. “You sought power “ she replied.

Maegor rose from his seat and leaned closer to her. His large frame towering over her body “I sought greatness. ” he corrected her “The realm was weak. You know it. They all did” he hissed his hands slowly reaching for her neck. “I did not hesitate to spill blood to create stability“. His hand wrapped around her neck with a gentle grip he was not trying to hurt her, his thumb gently caressed her skin “It was necessary “ there was no remorse in his voice just empty words.

His eyes were focused on hers. Her big beautiful purple eyes. They were filled with many emotions, sadness, anger and bitterness. “Even Viserys?” She asked him.

“Even Viserys” he replied. “Your mother’s defiance could not go unpunished” No matter what he said the murder of her young brother was not justified even if his hand was on her neck, even if she was at his mercy. She tried to move away but the once gentle grip on her neck suddenly tightened.

His expression had not darken nor changed but his grip had “Your father was weak, your brother would was to ” he spoke his harsh yet his expression was still unreadable “My father did not conquer the seven kingdoms just for power…He created justice and stability “ His grip was not meant to hurt her but it could. “You are no fool y/n” he spoke firmly “yet you choose to be”

“You have the will and the ability to make decisions and you’ve showed it” he spoke his voice filled with venom “Sooner or later Jaehaerys will want the iron throne and to secure his claim he will put our children to the sword”He hissed at the girl.

She was well aware if Maegor were to die, her brother would want to reclaim the throne. The lives of her children would be at stake, there would be no one on her side to protect her. If Maegor was gone any protection he gave her would follow . “You prepare our son to rule …or you cling to Jaehaerys for mercy” he spoke his hand letting go of her neck. Queen y/n eyes began to sparkle , but tears did not fall from her eyes. For she knew the cold truth…Maegor was right.

“Will you stand by me when the time comes?” He asked the girl “Or will you cower away like your mother and father”. Both of his hands found their way to her cheeks. She looked into his eyes, She had begged for mercy when her child was murdered, and she would be damned if she pleaded once more. “I will” she said softly.

Maegor hummed and placed a kiss on her lips “Good” her murmured against his soft lips. He pulled away and stared at her for a moment admiring her beauty. As long as he had her by his side there was nothing to worry about, after all they shared more things in common than she realized.

Maegor left her to ponder, she began to realize that she had to ensure not only the protection of her children but her own. She was the queen, the power she had was enough to maintain stability in her own right. But it was not enough to prevent Jaehaerys from putting her children to the blade. He was her young brother, still a child but he was actively hiding. Along with her mother, her brother was surrounded with those that opposed Maegor. Those who would not hesitate to kill her children— to kill her. She would not succumb to that faith, not after what she had endured.

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“Where is Aella?” Baelon asked his mother as he waltzed into the room his eye landing on Rhaenor. He was very fond of his younger sister Rhaella, he was fond of both of his siblings and the three had a close bond as they were close in age . Y/n often wondered if Baelon had forgotten about Aegon. He was practically a babe when it happened, part of her was relieved that Baelon did not have such horrible memory. “Abandoned your custom already, sweet boy?” His mother smile pausing her embroidery.

Baelon grinned making his way to his mother “Grand maester Benifer allowed me to leave early” he spoke looking for something in his pocket. He took out a small scroll and held up to his mother “He said it’s from Lord Tymond”. Y/n did not recognize the wax stamping on the scroll, but she did recognize that it must be important. Grand maester Benifer always personally delivered news and letters . “I’ll see to it later “ she smile discreetly taking away the scroll.

Baelon happily ran to play with his brother while his mother remained seated. Often she felt as if she were being watched. She looked at the balcony and pondered about stepping out to read the letter. But she would not risk the danger of stepping out in opened. Instead she continued embroidering moons and starts on her daughter’s new dress.

Grand Maester Benifer was concentrated writing on his book. His study smelled of natural herbs mixed with the odor of his experiments. There were large piles of parchments and medical equipment cluttering his room. His head perked up as he heard the door opened. Her grace queen y/n stood holding the small parchment on her hand. It was still unopened and he was almost aware of the reason of her visit.

“Would her grace like to sit down?” He asked gesturing a sofa in his study. She shook her head and walked to his desk her hand clutching the unopened scroll. “Care to explain?” She asked unamused.

Maester Benifer gave her a weak smile exhaling as he began to speak “My apologies your grace, it would’ve have been risky if I had delivered it personally “ he explained “For the contents of the letter come from across the narrow sea”.

Her eyes fell on the small scroll she was well aware of a certain someone who resided across the narrow sea. Someone she had not seen in years “Are you sure?” She asked slowly almost afraid of having misheard.

“A maid from Dragonstone received it…there are those who still are loyal to your mother and brother” He told her hoping the love for her family had not disappeared.

“ Traitors of crown” she spoke to herself as she began to open the seal. She her hands were trembling slightly as she began to unroll the small scroll. Her stomach began to fill with both excitement and fear “It’s from Rhaena” she whispered. She tried to hide a smile but it soon betrayed her as she began to read.

“ y/n… there are many things I wish to say, and not enough room for the amount of words I wish to write . I pray for you to forgive me. I abandoned you on that wretched day, it was not in my best judgment to leave you. I did only what a mother thought was needed. I took my daughters and sought refuge away from Maegor. By doing so I abandoned you, it is something I carry with me all these years…. I pray you read letter and the rest that follow ”

She had stopped reading the letter even before the grand maester spoke. She did not blame her sister for leaving, she had forgiven long before she send the letter. Her sister was protecting her daughters, and y/n would’ve have done the same But writing back to Rhaena would be foolish, anyone who was not currently in the realm acknowledging Maegor as king was enemy of the crown. She would not put her and children at risk by going against Maegor. She simply swallowed the emotion that had build up on her throat and crumbled the scroll.

“Your grace?” The grand maester asked confused as he watched her toss the letter into the fireplace. “Might I ask..are you not pleased with the words of your sister?” He asked the queen.

Y/n shook her head as she watched the paper burn into ashes “I am grand maester, but if that letter were to get in the wrong hands”she said pausing as her hands fiddled with her necklace. Already picturing Maegor’s grip “Our heads would on spikes “ she warned him . The grand maester dropped his gaze, he had been guilty of many crimes. He gave the queen the moon tea, he had searched for allies that were loyal to Jaehaerys. He had given her that letter. “Our sins will haunt us” he whispered.

There were not sins in the eyes of y/n. She had refused to acknowledge her actions as immoral. For all she knew she had no plans, no motive to act against her family. But that was before Maegor warned her. She was allowed to mistrust her brother and he probably shared the same feeling. It was had seen years since she saw him last, he was child when she left and now nearly a man grown. Yet part of her was filled with a feeling that suppressed any other. The motherly rage that grew inside her. It made her distrust everyone, even Rhaena. She would do her duty as queen and ensure Baelon sat on the iron throne. She would put traitors to the sword the way her child was. Morals were set by knights and honorable people. But she was neither a knight nor honorable.

“If any letters arrive, see that they’re delivered to my chambers by Kiara” Y/n said heading to the door. The grand maester nodded unsure if he should speak. He had many regrets but his deepest regret would always be failing to advise his queen before Maegor corrupted her.

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Across the narrow sea in the far end of the city of Volantis stood a large house. With large towers and high windows and Ionic columns that held it up. Its white lime stone walls guarding its owners. The night was quiet and peaceful, the only sound came from the fountain in the gardens. In one of the rooms paced a white haired woman, her simple blue dress trailing behind her. She looked at the parchment on her hand, tears swelling in her eyes she clenched it tightly. It would take days before her message arrived. It was not the first nor the last.

However no matter how many letters she sent none were answered. She could only cry and pray for a word back. Anything would sooth her heart. The guilt of knowing she fled with her daughters and left her sister behind ate alive every day. She would picture her face when she left, and cried herself to sleep. Oh her poor sister. She wished back in the Redkeep. Sharing a bedroom with sister, sneaking out down to the kitchens for cakes. Riding their dragons all over the Crownlands. She even missed when her sister dragged out to the rain. She was far away from her sister, far away from her best friend.

She had gotten the courage to finally write to her mother, she tested her luck and wrote to her sister. She knew the message was send discretely and her sister would face no trouble receiving it. Still she worried, would her sister resent her for abandoning her?

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The role of mistress of laws was not a task given to anyone. Many lords who spend years around the politics of the realm constantly battled for the position. The last master of laws had been established when her father was still king, he kept records of all sorts. Books and parchments that granted her knowledge of what she needed to know. Still she was not sure why Maegor had appointed her.

“Countless shelves filled with the knowledge of men” A voice spoke. Y/n looked up to see Tyanna standing by the door looking into the small study “Mayhaps the knowledge you accumulate will help Maegor keep some stability “ she said in a slight confident tone.

“Mayhaps” y/n said returning her gaze to a scroll dated during her grandsire’s reign.

“It seems like an eternity ago Aegon conquered the seven kingdoms and created his small council-“ Tyanna began but quickly stopped as she noticed y/n’s bored look. “Have you heard the story one too many times?” She smirked

“He told me the story” she corrected her, she seen the great conqueror alive. He was her grandsire, she once sat on his lap while he sat the iron throne. “I am not lost with the story, I have memorized it whole” she muttered.

“Then you understand the significance of this position? “ Tyanna raised an eyebrow “you understand there is more to the realm. The realm is difficult and to truly know it…..it’s to truly experience it.”

Y/n looked up to Tyanna for a moment watching her careful she stood carefree by the door “You speak to me as if I am new to Westeros and its laws…… I am not…you are” she cringed

Tyanna’s expression faltered for a moment but quickly smile as she left the comfort of the door “I came into this strange country as nothing but a mistress, soon a wife and now a queen, the quick change did not bestowed me with sudden knowledge “ she spoke her smile vanishing once she was close enough to y/n. The only barrier between them being a wooden desk and a silent hatred for one another.

“ Knowledge?” She asked Tynna her cold gaze meeting hers “One can read many books, listen to many lectures but one cannot fully grasp the harsh reality…Power is what keeps the realm from tearing itself. Had Aegon not conquered the kingdoms men would’ve waged war with one another. “ she told the pentosi woman.

“What is your purpose? By all right the Iron throne is yours and your sister’s…yet you’ve served Maegor and soon your son…I doubt you will have much power” Tynna spoke her fingers pressed against the desk.

“Power resides where men believe it resides”. The young queen told Tyanna. “If I have enough power..then power will be power.” Tyanna hummed and looked at the girl her expression slightly changed “How will you use that power exactly?” Tyanna questioned “Kill all those who deny the throne to your son? Avenge the death of Aegon? Or will you see this country burn for your own pleasure?”

Queen y/n simply shrugged at the her questions “Any mother would see the world burn for her children “

Tyanna scoffed slightly “What stops you from seeking revenge, ending your brother to secure Baelon’s place on the throne”

Tyanna never failed to irritate her and her constant bothering deeply annoyed her “I would be a fool to kill an innocent, but I would be a fool if I didn’t secure my son’s claim”

“Ceryse is gone, we have a mutual goal and mutuals must work together “ Tyanna proposed

“I would also be foolish to trust you” she replied her response as cold as her gaze. Tyanna sneered at her comment but deep down she knew the girl had the right to distrust her. “We kept our distance you and I” Tyanna noted as she moved away from the desk “If there was a need for us to stand together as the storm approaches…it would be now” Tyanna left but her presence still lingered

Y/n knew the conversation would be resurface again, she was no fool when it came to playing Tyanna’s games But for now she would be playing alone, as queen y/n had notice both Tyanna and Maegor were cautious and paranoid. Silently worrying and insinuating something she could not yet realize. Both of them had been correct in their statements, the throne was hers by right, and to become king Jaehaerys would have to but get rid of any active threats. She had no desire for the throne however she knew the realm needed a good monarch. She had three children and despite Baelon being the oldest, the three of them would be shaped into the crown. She would have her son on the iron throne, she would protect her children no matter the cost.

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Queen y/n stopped reading letter before she tearing up the parchment. It was the fourteenth letter her sister had sent. All the same, all expressed their regrets over the last years. She would be lying if she said the first letter made her happy. Each letter had been thrown into the fire moments after reading them. Her heart was not cold, or broken. It was busy. She stood up from her seat and threw the letter into the fireplace. After the death of Ceryse there had been an obvious shift her attitude towards those around her. She had appointed new council members and even punished certain members of the court. Her visits to the small council were frequent and she became an ambitious member. She worked in the shadows- as some would call it scraping for power and clinging to whatever was beneficial.

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“A marriage between Prince Rhaenor and my youngest granddaughter would strengthen the bond between both houses “ Lord Daemon suggested. The topic of marriage was not always discussed during the council meetings. Today was among the rare occasions where the topic was debated. “The queen is not only my niece but a daughter to me, having her son marry into my family would follow our traditions “ his pathetic attempts did not surprised the council. Y/n ignored her uncle, he never spoke to her and if he did it was to gain favor.

“We should consider foreign strength “ Tyanna said. “I believe marrying into a powerful family from the one of the free cities will send a good message “ she said eyeing Maegor.

“Are you suggesting Pentos?” Questioned y/n. She was leaned back on the chair her body physically in the meeting but her mind somewhere else. She had already opposed the betrothal between Aella and Baelon. Tyanna by no means came from a wealthy family, y/n never even bother to learn the story of how she met Maegor. She knew nothing about the woman and it only added to the hatred and suspicion that already lingered. If Tyanna suggested Rhaenor should be betrothed to a family from Pentos then Tyanna would choose her own kin.

“Over the past year and a half …much has happened “ Tyanna said “and…over the past months I have grown fond of the children..I might not be their mother but I wish to give when what is best “ she said calmly her eyes looking around the rest of the members. She sought their favor and Maegor was no fool at detecting it. Tyanna held no lover for any of his children but he kept quiet and simply watched as the situation unfolded. Y/n bit the inside of her cheek. Her children were hers and hers only and Tyanna had tried to kill them, now she wished to take her son Rhaenor, the only one that still looked like Aegon. Tynna had her gaze on everyone but y/n , she was well aware of her actions and she knew it infuriated Queen y/n…but she held to remorse.

Before: No matter how often she paced around with Rhaenor he simply cried even more. He would cry in her arms , the arms of the wet nurse, and in the arms of the maids. She was running out solutions and was scared her son cry for all day. She did not have a clue what it took to be a mother, she believed she would’ve already learned as this was her third child yet it was more difficult. Rhaenor was fussy and disliked many things unlike Aegon and Baelon who were often calm. Her soothing did not seem to calm him, the fact that she was pregnant yet again only filled her with overwhelming dread.

When Rhaenor was barely four moons old Maegor threw a large feast for her seventeen name day. The day was neither joyous nor pleasant for her. She simply remained seated at the royal table while she watched nobles drink and dance in her honor. They seem to enjoy the day more than she did, she did not care if they toasted her name and thanked the old gods and the new for granting king with three healthy male babes. She knew how the celebration would end.

Without fail Maegor took her to his chambers, he did want he could and what he wanted. She was still as he worked on top of her. His massive body fully covering her as he pleased himself. She never enjoyed it and it never brought her any pleasure. She felt dead while he felt alive.

Soon the poor girl became pregnant with yet another child.There she stood comforting her son while she had a small growing bump beneath her gown. She swallowed the knot on her throat , there were times where she wished to be back in the arms of her mother. But the feeling would vanish when she saw her children, she now the mother and her children needed their mother just as much as she needed hers.

“Having Pentos, one of the richest cities as allies…would send a message to a certain resident in Volantis” Tyanna spoke finally gazing at y/n. “I have chosen the family, one that is both beneficial and trusting” she finished.

Maegor exhaled rubbing his temple, the constant growing headaches plague his body. He felt his body beginning to feeble at times. The crown had enemies and as long as they lived the headaches will remain. He couldn’t care less about marriage proposals but he did found Tyanna attempts interesting as he could tell his wife was not pleased.

“The king and I will discuss it” Queen y/n spoke firmly but calming. She stopped leaning against the chair at once when Volantis was named and had visibly irritated expression .

“The queen is right” Daemon Velaryon spoke out “Let us not rush into marriages…the children are young and there is enough time ahead”. He spoke against Tyanna once his plans were made to compete with hers.

“Let us be finish then” Y/n said raising up from her seat, the rest of the lords followed each of them ready to leave the small council when Tyanna spoke “We are two queens” she declared her voice sending the lords back into their seats. Queen y/n was the only who still stood not interested in Tyanna’s words“Under one house..just like Aegon the conqueror and his two queens .”

Maegor watched his favorite wife who once was too frighten to look at him, stand against his other wife. He was fully aware that she had been young and he doubted if she would become a dutiful wife but as the years went by she was now a woman grown of twenty, advising the council and him. It made him realize she could handle the proposals, a high contrast to when she first joined the small council, were she would quietly sit and listen. “Targaryen Queens under the Targaryen house” Y/n replied reminding Tyanna she was neither high born nor Targaryen but simply Tyanna from Pentos. She turn her attention to Maegor who was trying to sooth his headache while paying attention to the banter .

“You must rest now, husband “ Queen y/n told Maegor as she moved to his side completely disregarding Tyanna’s words. The council members left the room leaving Tyanna alone, for the past half year she felt her power slipping away. Although the court did not deny her the tittle of Queen, it was y/n who they considered the true wife of Maegor. They were both from old Valyria and had been married under the faith of the seven with approval of the high septon, she had given him Targaryen children and was influential with both the common folk and the nobles. What she felt were the same feelings Ceryse once did . She held no true power except for being the mistress of whispers but even that seemed to vanish.

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“You are no fool, husband “ Y/n spoke her arm wrapped around Maegor’s as they walked side my side back to his chamber. Each noble passing near by bowed their heads respectfully, it was a rare sight to see couple together and it only fueled to their support for the Queen. “You see right through her yet you refuse to speak against her ridiculous proposals! ” She scoffed softly. “She is desperate” she said looking at her husband.

Maegor’s head pounded with a throbbing pain he was in no mood to discuss with his wife about marriages “What would have me do?” He asked pausing his steps. He would let her to decide the faith of the proposal, one which he truly did not care for.

She looked at him and shook her head “To not marry my son off to one of her — courtesans” she said bluntly. She never bit her tongue in matters that included her children. Maegor only sighed as they continued walking, he never saw Tyanna as wife. She was tavern dancer that learned the secrets of many wealthy individuals and he was in need of someone with that availability . He was fully aware of her ambition, she never made an effort to hide it from him. She had failed to do many things such as giving a child and she lacked y/n’s dutiful nature. He could agree with his wife that Tyanna’s choice was not the best.

He could not deny that his niece was a dutiful wife. She cared for both him and her children. In his mind that made her vulnerable, yet when their son was murdered she sought sanctuary in him. She had searched for him and only him.

Though Maegor had a different perspective on how his young wife viewed him. He lacked the ability to distinguish her love and duty. For she loved her husband and cared for him. But she was not in love with him.

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“I do not milk of the poppy” He said firmly. He laid on the bed his head on her lap as she sooth his headache. The night was dark and the castle walls trapped the cold air. The soft candle light barely illuminated the room creating comfort for the two of them. He had summoned her to his chambers not for pleasure but for company.

“I was told I would never have children” Maegor told her, his eyes focused on the ceiling above him “That was I damned with a rotten seed…”. He closed his eyes picturing the day the high septon dammed him for marrying Alys. He kept the fear of never having an heir buried deep in his heart. “I no longer believe that ” he spoke his eyes returning to the ceiling.

There was a moment of silence between the two of them. The only noise being the cracking of the fire burning into the wood logs and the soft whispers of the wind.

“I dreamt once “ Y/n spoke softly She dreamt, a lot and as she grew older the dreams became clear and frequent but not clear enough to warn her about her future. The first dream she ever experienced happened long before her father became king. The wolf man, she called it. The body of a man but the head of wolf. Her sister Rhaena had been disturbed when she walked into her sister day dreaming, her eyes simply staring at the wall. Her second dream was the dream of the man with a golden hand cursed to love his match, that dream had been short but clear and would come soon, but not during her time.

“Of four dragon eggs and their mother…the loss of one fueled a fire within her…… so strong the three remaining eggs hatched…but it was in her story to live in sorrow …until only a single one remained “. Her soft fingers gently massaging the side of his head providing him with comfort.

“Our children?” Maegor asked his wife. The dream followed the order of their children… four babes and their mother and only three remained. He did not wish for the dream to become reality.

She shook her head “No” she spoke softly “It’s all a story” her voice creating calmness in the room “And you’re but one part in it”. His wife’s words send an uncomfortable feeling down his neck and body. Although he was glad her dream did not apply to their children, he did find her ability induring and chilling.

She had lived in misery for years in his grasp. He often wondered how she found a new strength after the death of their son. Her growth was no longer a duty but a need. She had her own ambition , she would put her son on the iron throne not because it was his birthright but she wanted it. To him her motives were clear, she would soon rather burn House Targaryen than have her children slaughtered by her brother. She would take the throne even if she had to spill her own blood. She would decide who sat on it and it would not be her brother.. the history books will always remember her. Her tragic life abandoned and doomed by the gods .

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She stood overlooking the training yard watching Baelon train. He was seven summers old almost eight and had begun his sword training. He sparred against young squires and sometimes Maegor would personally instruct him. His resemble to his brother Aegon had faded. He has his own looks that imitated his father’s. Had Aegon lived past the age of four mayhaps he too would’ve look like Maegor.

“You still mourn Aegon” Tyanna’s voice spoke as she stood next to y/n. It has been nearly four year since the death of Aegon and even when the days passed and the new season began to emerge ,she still dreamt of her son. He wondered if Bealon remembered his brother or if he simply believed it had all been a dream. However she never failed to talk about her son , afraid her children will grow thinking he never existed.

“It’s a condition of motherhood” y/n replied her eyes not moving away from Baelon. She loved her children dearly and no one denied it. Unfortunately for the past year and so she had began to show her true colors at court, she was the queen consort, what little power she had she made sure to use it all.

“Come the good years Baelon will become king wear his father’s crown and rule Westeros “ Tyanna said. Y/n had spend the days shaping her children to wear the crown , some would say she loved her children but her love did not stop her from using her children as pawns. “Aegon will simply be washed into the history books and be forgotten by most”

“He will be a good king” Y/n spoke “A decent king” the firmness in her voice lingering for a little longer. “Aegon’s memory will die when I die”. There was acceptance in her words ,she knew better than anyone that it was only she who kept her son’s memory alive.

“He will soon ride for the Dorne “ Tyanna said referring to Maegor who had decided his presence is needed to at marches to put an end to the dispute between the stormlands and Dorne.

Y/n hummed in response , her husband always decided his presence was needed where there was conflict “He will leave you as regent?” She asked Tyanna. Having Tyanna as regent meant what ever power y/n looked for Tyanna would have it. Maegor did not trust the Hand of the king to have him as regent. Tyanna scoffed as if y/n had insulted her “These people do not consider me their queen, even if he left me as regent there would be anything put respect “ the hostility towards her position was noticed by both Maegor and y/n.

Y/n was able to hide her smile at Tyanna’s discomfort mayhaps Maegor would leave old Lord Edwell Celtigar as his regent. It would less of a challenge for her.

“He plans to remarry” Tyanna’s voice caused her relief to vanish. She knew well that Tyanna was no content with his wishes, he plan to marry widowed woman with children. The windows of the man he killed, whose children were the future lords of their fathers land. Having them close allowed him to have control over any potential threats and traitors. She knew of his future two wives, Jeyne Westerling and Elinor Costayne women who she felt pity for but not enough to welcome them with open arms, as no women should be punished in such cruel way. Rhaena’s letter became less frequent even though she never wrote back she knew the reason why her sister no longer wrote to her…she would soon see her.

“I know” y/n replied not fazed by Tyanna’s news . She had gained what little power she currently had and she would grasp to it even if she had remove obstacles. Seeing her carefree demeanor made Tyanna realize mayhaps she too should care less. “He’ll grow into a senile man paranoid of his own shadow should you join him as well ?” Y/n faced Tyanna.

Something beneath Tyanna seemed to tingle with eagerness. She had hatred towards her and y/n felt the same way. But Tyanna could not ignore the fact that she was beautiful, she had constantly lied to herself but she knew the truth. She could plot against y/n and curse her with misfortune…and it would all be just to get her attention. She looked at her plump lips..so soft and bitable, no wonder Maegor could not keep his hands off- Tyanna thought.

“I follow our husband where ever he wishes..but not that extend “ Tyanna joked nervously. She was never the flustered type, the way y/n tilted made her eagerness throb even more. “ our? Husband? “ Y/n scoffed in disbelief. Tyanna had never shared Maegor and made it clear Maegor was only her’s. She no longer considers me competition - Y/n thought as she gave Tyanna a not so subtle eyeroll.

Tyanna swallowed and looked back the training yard. It had been so long since Maegor bedded her and the feeling of pleasure was beginning to become foreign to her, she found herself missing the nights she spend with Alys, and now she yearned for y/n’s touch. “We will soon share him with multiple women, there is no mine or yours” Tyanna said. Without a word she left y/n’s side her steps becoming quicker the further she was from her.

Puzzled y/n watched her leave. Normally Tyanna would’ve pushed her buttons with a witty comment or tried to infuriate her. But she simply left without another word, holding the skirt of her dress to walk faster.

She looked at her ring for a moment, there would be time where either Tyanna would betray her or she would betray Tyanna. There was no probability that she would ally herself with Tyanna, there could be only be one queen when Maegor died and it would be her.

There was a sudden change in the training yard as chaos erupted ,guards and squires shouted and scrambled to separate a quarrel between two people. Y/n could barely see who was fighting until she looked closer and she saw silver hair. Ser Olyver was pulling Baelon who had his hands deep into a squires face, digging into his eyes so hard blood was dripping from the squire’s face. Baelon’s grip on the poor squires was so tight Ser Olyver struggled to get him off. “SAY IT AGAIN!” Baelon shouted as was dragged away from the bleeding boy “SAY IT AGAIN!”

It took several tries but Ser Olyver finally managed to get Baelon off the squire. He pushed the prince back shoving him into the dirt. The poor squire laid on the ground bruised and bloody barely moving. A large pool of blood dripping from his eyes. The guards were unsure what to do with the squire , afraid that if they touched the body they would be punished by the king. The boy was older and taller than Baelon. A few years older than him and somehow the squire had fallen. Albeit the boy had no choice as he would serve a severe punishment if he fought back. “Gods be good” Ser Olyver gasped as he knelt down by the squire, his eyes bloody and scratched. Bealon had dug his fingers so deep into the boys the skin was peelings off. Ser Olyver could not tell if the boy was alive , the boy’s eyes they were tightly closed dripping with blood. He looked back at Baelon who was still in the ground his hands were bloody and dirty, his face filled with hatred while clutching something on his fist.

“Come on Lad” Said Ser Olyver his voice rough and stern. Ser Olyver pulled him off the ground by the back of his collar. He pushed him forward almost knocking him off his feet. No King’s guard would have the guts to treat the prince in such way, but Ser Olyver had seen Aeny’s children grow up and gained the experience of a second father…and more of grandsire to Baelon and his siblings.

When Baelon was dragged off to his mother he had a sour expression refusing to look from the ground. He was afraid to face his mother, he had never seen her angry or disappointed in his actions. He was still clutching something so he carefully hid his fist.

“See him to his chambers “ Queen y/n ordered a standing King’s guard. She was furious and frustrated and unable to stand by Baelon any longer. She made her way down the to training yard where the squire laid. She was unsure if the boy was dead, his eyes were unrecognizable making it difficult for her determine if they were even opened. She felt nauseous watching the boy twitch in pain, her stomach twisting and her throat tightening in disgust.

“Why is he still here?” She hissed at Ser Olyver “Help the boy!” She ordered a guard who without another word gestured for help.

“We thought the king might want to see the boy” Ser Olyver explained not being able to look away from the body.

“He has suffered enough” she said covering her mouth with her hand. “Who was he?” She asked her gaze following the boy as he was carried off.

“The son of a steward squiring for Ser Dylan Farman” Ser Olyver told her. The squire was a simple boy working to earn his knighthood, a something many dreamed of but not many achieved. The boys mother would see her son return a walking dead man. A blind man cursed by a spoiled prince. “No amount of gold will enough for that boys mother” y/n said solemnly.

She looked at ser Olyver for a moment, she could let the boy heal and return home to his mother, but the current state of the boy would not allow it. She considered giving the order to have the boy put out of his misery it would be a quick clean death with no struggle.

“Fetch the grand maester “ she ordered as she made her way out of the training yard. The boy was would return to his mother, it was not in her heart to take the life of a woman’s child, her heart will not allow it.

Baelon sat on his bed his hands stained with blood, his eyes looking at the ground with anger and hatred. He knew his mother would soon come through the door, yell at him for the first time. He knew the consequences of what he had done, but he would be dishonest if he claimed he would not do it again. He loved his mother and did not wish to disappoint her, but there were certain things he must do. Things he could get away with thanks to his father. He knew he would not face punishment. But his father could no save him from his mother’s wrath.

The doors of his chamber opened, he slowly rose his gaze to see her standing with a cold hard gaze. “The boy….will be a blind man ” she her tone calm but firm.

“I didn’t mean to make him blind” Baelon murmured trying his best to keep his gaze on his mother. He had acted out of anger but he knew he wanted to hurt the boy, not matter how severe the result was. Baelon was not violent, his mother had made sure of it. But his feelings were not easily sooth by the love his mother granted him.

“You think your father will forever let you walk free with no punishment?” She asked him. He didn’t respond which earned him a scoffed “Your father won’t always be here, you know that ” she told him walking to his bed.

“I will be king” Baelon said his voice firm and defiant. “When father dies I will be king”

“You think the realm will accept a cruel arrogant king?” She scoffed “As we-as I see it , you will ascend the iron throne” she said “There are other’s who will put their claim forward, and your very life…the life of your brother and sister could be forfeit, Jaehaerys will not hesitate to get rid of those who oppose his succession“.

“It is my birthright-“ her hand shot out and gripped his face so tightly he winced as he felt her nails dig into his face “your birthright! “ she snapped “Will not matter!. Simply by being HIS son you are in danger! ” she hissed her nails digging on his cheeks tightly sending a stinging pain, her grip did not falter causing his eyes to water “your father did not care about my brother’s birthright! He usurped the throne, Jaehaerys will not care either , ” her voice filled with venom angry and bitter. It had been the first time Baelon had seen rage in his mother’s eyes, she was angry at him, she was hurting him. He winced trying to protest but his mother let go of his face “That did not compare to the pain you inflicted upon that boy” she exhaled.

“You will send your regrets, fall to your knees and beg the boy’s for forgiveness “ She scolded. “I will not beg-“ Yet again Baelon was silenced by his mother with a gentle but slightly firm slap that caught him off guard. “Do I make myself clear ? Or do you wish for me to slap you again?” Baelon shook his head and held his cheek.

“Wash up, your father wishes for us to have supper together “ she said firmly and left without a word.

No one was sure what the squire had said to the prince that caused such a chaotic response. Some believed the squire had offended the young prince, but no squire would be brave enough to offend the heir to the iron throne. Other’s said Baelon had seen the boy wearing an emblem of the faith of the seven. Leading to Prince Baelon to attack the young boy over his bitterness towards the faith. The story changed often but the history books remembered the incident as the first act of cruelty in the hands of Baelon the bitter.

Baelon knew it would not the last time his mother would lay a hand on his face. But as he took out a small seven pointed star pin from his pocket he silently vowed to avenge the death of his brother. His mother would have to understand even if it created a drift between them. He stared at the silver pin on his stained hand, he will punish those who wronged the crown, Rhaenor will be his hand and Aella his queen. They would rule together as his mother preordained.

A maid entered his chamber will a water bowl and rags she bowed her head at the young prince before speaking “My prince, the queen has requested for you to tend your own wounds”. Baelon simply nodded as he watched the maid place the bowl on the table, he said nothing nor protested against his mother’s orders. The maids and guards had seen him grow up and most likely heard what he had done. Mayhaps his mother was right…the people will se him differently.

Before : With help of Dowager queen Visenya, y/n made her way into the wheelhouse. To the surprise of both of Tyanna and Ceryse the young girl would attend the hunt. “You should be coming along? It is not safe “ Ceryse warned y/n who sat down with the help of a maid. Y/n gave a half smile before holding her large bump “His grace the king wished for me to attend our son’s Name day celebrations “ she replied. It was not his wish, it was his command for her to attend the joint Name days of both Aegon and Baelon. He ignored the warnings of the maester yet again and successfully impregnated his young wife the girl was pregnant shortly after birthing Rhaenor “The grandmaester says nature should do good for her and the babe” Visenya added gesturing for another pillow to be added for y/n.

Ceryse had hope y/n remained in Dragon stone during the duration of her pregnancy. She resented the girl for getting in the way of her planned bonding with Aegon and Baelon . Yet again the girl was pregnant with her fourth child, the girl would have her fourth child before the age of twenty. The thought became bitter in Ceryse’s mind as she watched Visenya take Aegon from his wet nurse.

“The Mother is quite the generous” Ceryse smile examining the large pump on the girl.

“Is she?” Tyanna snickered eyeing Ceryse with a subtle mockery.

“My grand-niece has given my son healthy babes so effortlessly - while others have struggle and failed miserably “ Visenya said proudly keeping a sharp look on both Tyanna and Cersye. “Even if she is at the age when most girls are enjoying their early stages of womanhood” she said placing a kiss on Aegon’s head, she acknowledged what her son did to y/n. The constant pregnancies made difficult to remember a time where y/n was not pregnant. It was concerning to many members of the court. Even if the young queen has already bled and turned into a woman, in the eyes of many it had she had awfully young and she gave birth to Aegon.

“The days are not easy…but in no time the babe is born” y/n replied carefully holding onto the seat as the wheelhouse drove through hard paths. “Even if it’s a struggle” she said softly avoiding the pity gazes of the maids who were among many who opposed the constant pregnancies, strongly believing it would be the death of young girl.

The carriage reminded silent expect for the noises of both Aegon and Baelon. Rhaenor still being a babe remained in the Redkeep. Despite having wet nurses it was y/n who was slowly learning the ways of being a mother.

The King’s woods appeared to be a small village with the amount of tents and stands set up for the nobles. Jousting and combat arenas were installed for the two princes. Dancing and drinking, large tables with feasts laid out for Maegor’s court. Great houses traveled to celebrate the occasion, all but Baratheon who simply granted both princes with large piles of gifts. The Targaryen colors were displayed proudly and the people gathered as the wheel houses came to a halt. Cheers were received by Maegor who had ridden Balerion despite being such a short flight they watched as he dismounted his dragon with ease. The large beast towering over the camp that now appeared insignificantly smaller.

Ceryse stood up ready to open the door of the wheelhouse when Visenya spoke “The princes should go first along with their mother and I”. Ceryse’s smile faltered as she had planned to exit the wheelhouse with Aegon. She simply nodded and watched as Visenya and the maids help y/n leave her seat.

“Your attempts are no longer admirable but pathetic “ Tyanna whispered whisper to Ceryse as loud clapping erupted once queen y/n and Visenya stepped out of the wheel house. Maegor smile at his mother as he took Aegon and Baelon from her arms. His large stature guarding his sons in his arms. He named his first born son after his father, and his second son after his dragon. He displayed them both with pride, pride in his accomplishment when it came to defying the gods.

“Here is to the princes of the realm!” Lord Daemon Velaryon toasted as he rose his large goblet of wine. Soon the rest of the nobles followed imitating the toast. Daemon Velaryon was a proud man, having he niece married to the king only added to his ego and did not waste his time parading the topic around.

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The room was lit with candles and the fire that granted them warmth. The large oak table filled with variations of foods for the royal family. At the head of the table sat Maegor and Baelon by his side. Rhaenor only a few months younger than Baelon sat on the opposite side drumming his fingers with a slightly bored expression. The doors opened and queen y/n with her daughter Rhaella by her side. She was a happy child with her mother’s eyes, she was often seen day dreaming just like her mother and had taken an interest at the night sky.

Queen y/n noticed there were only fives chairs in the room , Tyanna would not be attending the supper. There were rare occasions when Maegor wished for his family to be together and enjoy supper, in some past occasions even Visenya would attend. “As it should be from now on, a united house under one roof” Maegor said waiting for his wife to take a seat on the opposite side next to him.

“I did not take you for a man who upholds his family values “ she replied dark red dress trailing along with her as she sat next to him. Maegor smirked admiring his youthful wife “Certain things make a man change his mind” he said taking her hand.

“How dreadful it is to know you ride for the marches soon” She said sarcastically as he kissed her knuckles. “You will see it soon wife , I plan to have Dorne on its knee before the new moon” he said proudly.

“Unbent, unbowed , unbroken “ she replied “You fail to remember certain places are better as foes than allies”. Aegon the conqueror himself had failed to conquer Dorne and Maegor would be defeated even if he tried.

“I am well aware of their words, what are words when fire and blood rains upon them” he said mockingly. “I will also take Baelon” he said smiling at his son

“That is out of the question “ Queen y/n said frowning “He’s too young, I will not let him ride to a battle he did not start.”

“I’m not sending the boy to die , he’s my squire and he will learn when he’s in the battle ground” Maegor said firmly “If needed he will ride along with me atop of Balerion “ He said proudly.

“You’re keen to have our son rain fire upon the innocent “ Y/n sighed. “Innocent?” Maegor laughed “Those people are mongrels “ he said in disgust “Baelon has proven himself to be a notable sword mans despite young” he said referring to the accident from earlier.

“Do not congratulate him- he blinded a man” y/n disagreed “But that does not mean he should go to battle”

Baelon who had been quiet finally spoke “I wish to fight, earning my knight hood means a great deal to me” he said his voice betraying his eagerness.

“It’s settled” Maegor said satisfied. Y/n she could no longer protest and ultimately decided to not.

“What about us?” Aella asked her father “you will remain in Red keep” he said observing his wife “under the care of my chosen regent, whilst Rhaenor squires for Lord Edwell and learns what it takes to be hand of the king “ his eyes then landing on his son. “Won’t you lad?” He asked his son. Rhaenor nodded proudly content with his father’s choice. “I will” he grinned

The dinner continued with the occasional chatter and bantering of Aella and Rhaenor, all y/n could think about was what she would do during her husbands absence, he would leave Tyanna and mayhaps return to a dead wife and a sole queen until he married Jeyne Westerling and Elionor Costayne. The thought of no longer dealing with Tyanna was refreshing, she could send Maegor’s wife to Dragonstone whilst she dealt with the succession. Everything would go her way, for once.

She was about to leave the room after dinner concluded when she felt his hands on her waist. It irked her when she felt his touch “Eager , when you have two brides riding for King’s landing” she muttered taking his large hands off her.

“I did not take you for a the jealous wife” he sneered his firm not letting go off her as he sank his face in the crook of her neck “I did not waver when it came to marrying you - to think I will replace you with them is foolish..even for you” he said turning her around to face him.

“Do as you wish” she said dryly“I have done my duty “ she hissed as his hand gripped her chin “you are a hateful woman, our son does not only take after me but you as well” he taunted her. Deep down she knew she was also filled with bitterness something she tried to hide but always lingered.

“You will receive Lady Jeyne and Lady Elinor in my absence “ he told her his hand still firmly gripping her face. “You will do so with no complaint. If you wish to remain in your position , you will do as I tell you”

She clenched her jaw and nodded “As you wish it”. Over my dead body- she thought to herself, when Maegor left the city gates things would change and she would be sure of it.

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Maegor rose from his seat while the council members watched. “You are all well aware of my soon departure “ he spoke his voice rough and cold. “The conflict at the marches will be resolved and soon Dorne will join us” he scanned the room for anyone who wished to speak but all sat quietly listening.

“Lord Edwell” he turned to the hand of the king. The old lord looked vigilant waiting for the king to speak. “Your grace?” He replied clearing his throat. He was visibly nervous as he felt Maegor cold glare on him.

“You will council my son, Rhaenor will be the future hand of Baelon” he instructed to the old lord. “It is my honor your grace, to instruct the prince “ The old man bowed his head.

“It should be” Maegor replied looking at his ring before speaking again “My dear lady wife, who has stood by me for as long as I have been king” he spoke his gaze still on his ring.

Tyanna seemed more relaxed at his comment, he had acknowledged her and her devotion to him. Something she never expected but always craved. After years at his service he would name her regent and the court would deal it with.

“Only a cunning woman as her should be named regent” his voice filled with admiration as his eyes landed on her. The eyes in the room landed on her as well. It had been expected and unexpected. The once tense room seemed relaxed, the members could not oppose his choice. He locked eyes with her and gave her a nod of approval. He did not considered anyone else as regent, the choice there the whole time. His mind never changed.

“Y/n” he spoke firmly pulling his chair so she could sit. She will sit in judgment and rule for him during his absence. As she took her seat the head of the table she held her gaze. Everything had fallen in order as she had hoped, even better than she had. As regent she no longer needed to grasp for power. It had been delivered to her by her king himself.

Tyanna face was hard only watching as Maegor whispered something to y/n. Having the woman she hated as regent was worse than having Lord Edwell, she will cling for mercy something she knew y/n no longer had for those who wronged her. Tyanna had wrong her as much as Maegor had and in her heart she knew she would not be spared.

Tymond Lannister and Daemon Velaryon gave each other knowing glances. Daemon was her uncle and now a trusted ally, only adding to the desperation of being at the high table of nobles. Tymond was a friend, she had appointed him herself and he supported her son’s claim, with her as regent they need not to worry about Maegor.

Only Grand maester Benifer, her longest ally who knew having her a regent meant she had all the power. Something she had searched for since the death of he son, only the gods knew what y/n would do once Maegor left.

The horses and men were ready and so was Baelon, his armor shone under the sun light and clanked as he walked. Dark sister tightly stripped on his waist, his father had given him the sword as a name day gift ,he approached her mother eh “I’m sorry” he spoke quietly. Long it had been since his outburst and was unsure if his mother had forgiven him. “For what sweet boy” his mother asked brushing some hair off his face.

“I truly did not wish to blind him…but I did want to harm him” he confessed. His mother kissed the top of his and whispered to him “If you to harm those who hurt us, let it be them and not the innocent”. He nodded upon hearing her words. “I don’t have a dragon what use would I be to him” he sighed.

She smiled and patted his shoulder “I have not seen my dragon in years only from afar. But one day, you will get to have one and experience the feeling of soaring through the skies. “.

“I heard Skyfyre’s song is filled with sadness, she’s taken home in Dragon stone waiting for you” Baelon said “She has three eggs that she guards with her might…selfish” he rolled his eyes.

His mother chuckled as guided him to say his goodbyes to his brother and sister. “Aella” Baelon said taking out a small ring from his pocket “I will be back soon enough”. “I know” She smiled as she accepted the ring.

“I trust the iron throne will be warm when I return” Maegor said pulling his wife aside.

“Anything else you wish for me to warm? Such as your bed for Jeyne and Elionor “she raised an eyebrow.

Maegor smirked “I would venture to say it was I who you are protective of, but if it’s your role as queen you so worry about” he said holding her hand. “You will not be supplanted, you are the queen regent do as you wish “ he placed a kiss on her. He was confident on his future victory, his wife had made sure to grant him pleasure before he rode off. He almost regretted his choice on leaving. “I will return “ he reassured her.

“I know” she replied letting go off his hand as he placed his helmet on his head. He would ride Balerion with his son. He looked at his wife before both him and Baelon made their to the dragon pit.

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Rhaella sat on her mother’s lap , the had iron throne always intimidated her. The sharp blades poking out, thousands of swords forged into a large throne meant for the king. So mighty it seemed to never end. Yet there she sat with her mother as if they were both ment to sit comfortably . Listing to the request and petitions of both nobles and small folk. Her brother Rhaenor stood by lord Edwell as they gestured for another petition, Rhaenor had learned fast and he grinned at his sister every now and then both finding their roles boring but interesting. Their father had been gone for months now and their mother had been running kingdom smoothly, even forcing to common people and nobles to coexist if they wished for an audience.

“Good morrow you grace” a small old man bowed to queen y/n.

“Good morrow Kevan” queen y/n nodded, it was the third time the old man had asked for an audience, first time being when a member of the guards had assaulted his bread stand. The second when noble had been tormenting his daughters. Even if the request was minor the small folk sought refuge in the queen who defended them.

“I heartily hesitated on asking for another audience , your grace” he said ashamed.

“You are to ask for as many audiences as you please” she reassured him. “How might I be at your service?” She asked.

The old man swallowed hard “I come representing the small folk who..are afraid of facing the nobles and the faith “ he spoke quietly but bravely. She raised an eyebrow at the mention of the Seven, her husband had banned the militant from carrying weapons and all she knew they currently roamed the streets as they please with no arms or weapons.

“There had been…unfair attacks on us your grace, we are accused of sins we have not committed and terrorized by nobles who envied our new privilege of exposing their actions” Kevan said his voice raising slightly.

Y/n nodded as she listen his petition “There is a new self proclaimed high septon, he calls himself the Lord of the seven, he claims he was chosen by the gods. He accepts coins from the nobles who seek to make the small folk pay for their own punishment.” The queen was well aware of the result when it came to prioritizing the common people, many nobles has been exposed by both the small folk and the servants themselves yet she never expected for the nobles to form an alliance with the faith militant. The people who took her son.

“I assure you Kevan, you problems will be dealt with” she spoke firmly. “Where would I might find this so called Lord of the seven?”.

“You sit so comfortably “Tyanna said bowing her head. The throne was completely empty and only y/n sat the throne lost in her thoughts, her body completely leaning against the throne fully relaxed. The day was late but it was yet to end “it’s a chair” y/n replied. Tyanna rolled her eyes walking closer to the bottom of the steps her heels clicking and echoing in the empty hall. “A throne, one which your brother is currently desiring “ Tyanna corrected her.

“You have not been of much use lately” she told Tyanna her voice slightly annoyed.

“I tell her grace what she should hear” Tyanna smirked “Not what she wants to hear”. It was clear she kept information from the queen, the only thing she could do as an act of defiance.

“Within a fortnight Lady Westerling and Lady Costayne will arrive. Yet you refuse to cooperate, even though your tittle and power are diminishing” y/n muttered. “Tell about me Rhaena…Will she be the third bride” Y/n had not received a letter from her sister which only filled her suspicions.

“He send a message..pardon her for her acts if she married him, and bend the knee“ Tyanna told her “It was just answered and she has agreed”. It felt strange that the once defiant sister had easily accepted such ridiculous proposal. But she had her own daughters to protect and for that y/n did not blame her. Tyanna was not by all means pleased with his decisions, she was jealous having to share Maegor but seeing y/n not care for the king and only worry about the throne made her feel something.Feelings she struggled to hide, feelings that would make the hatred for her vanish.

Y/n did not care for Tyanna let alone Maegor. Though having Tyanna as a spy was a useful benefit her, she would not side with the woman that killed her brother. “That will be all” she dismissed her.

The place reeked,even if she held her scented handkerchief close to her nose she still could smell the decaying stench. They had made the outside of the Grand Sept their home, and even in the outdoors the smell of facies was potent enough to make her gag. She had the king’s guard by her side an and few guards ready to defend her if any of them attacked. As she was about to climb the steps a group of men dressed in grey robes blocked her path. She had not come to discuss peace terms with the lunatics that terrorized the streets she had come to put an end to it. The men did not say anything simply blocked her path not flinching or moving. She looked back Ser Olyver standing behind her, his sword tightly held on his hand.

“Clear it out” she ordered not bothering to look back at the group. Without hesitation the white cloaks took out their sword and swooped to clear out the steps. She did not look back as heard the agonizing screams of the faith militant. The sound of crushing skulls and the clanking of metal attracted the attention of the common folk. They watched in horror as the King’s guard stained their cloaks. Leaving no room for escape each guard cut through them swiftly and each body fell one by one.

It was Ser Olyver who climbed the steps of the sept clearing his path with his sword in hand. He looked for the so called Lord of the seven ready to take his head. He stopped at his tracks instantly spotting a knelt man praying to the Father above. Ser Olyver took off his helmet the only noises were the screams and clacking of metal . The king’s guard would clear not only the sept but the Red keep. In his pocket was a list of names of nobles who conspired against the throne. He would help queen y/n restore greatness to Westeros.

The lord of the seven had his eyes closed and silently prayed, his voice coming out in rigid whispers. He swallowed knowing soon his head would fall from his shoulders, but he will meet the gods and they would reward him. He was wrong.

He gasped as his lungs filled with water. Burning his nose and throat as his head was shoved into water. He was about the scream but his head was submerged again. He coughed loudly unsure of where he was. “What?” He breathed loudly trying to fight off the dizziness. He felt a sharp pain on his jaw that made his eyes focused on a woman who stood next to a guard. “Leave us” she ordered. The old man had his hands and feet tied up and could not move even if he tried. He was shoved into the dirty floor his face slamming hard against the stone. He felt the drool mixed with blood pour down his mouth. He spat out a tooth, his mouth full of the metallic taste of blood.

“I always pictured this moment “ the voice said. He was on the ground and the only thing visible was the dark red dress she wore. “Only it was you who had me at your mercy” she said dryly, her dress circling around him. “You were reason I never slept, the reason I was paranoid of everything, I was afraid to close my eyes. Afraid you would come take my children” she said pausing her steps for a moment. The old man looked up and was met by a white harried maiden. Dressed in beautiful red and black gown, her hair neatly done and her hands fidgeted with her rings. “I was, so consumed with grief my daughter did have a mother for the first months of her life ” she said biting the inside of her cheek.

“Your child” he moaned In pain his limbs suddenly aching “was an abomination “ his voice weak and fragile.

“Yes but was mine!” she snapped her eyes filled with anger, her teeth dug in the inside of her cheek so tightly she too could taste blood. “He was not a monster, he was a child!” She hissed. The man did not respond, the man simply lay on the ground twitching in agony. “My child”

The lord of the seven began to drag himself across the floor, the little strength he had used it to try and sit up. “I’m, not much of a believer, I never was. But I do believe that if you could, you would kill the rest of my children.”

The man let out a painful groan as struggled to reach the wall. “You were out for.. a week mayhaps “ she said “the king’s guard made sure to torture you even when your eyes were closed.” She said her hands folding together unsure what to do with them. She wanted for him to feel pain, her pain. “You will at no one’s mercy and you will beg for forgiveness. Not it is sufficient “

The old man spat out again this time more blood came out of this mouth “You” he gasped “Will have to KILL me!”. She hummed almost finding his outburst amusing. Her hands folding together unsure what to do with them, she would not touch him

“Kill you?” She sneered “no, I won’t kill you but the days will stretch and you will wish I did ”. She wanted him to suffer and he would be locked in the smallest chamber and be tortured severely but still he kept alive. The old man had not been caught by Maegor which only made the interaction more satisfying for her. She was avenging her son but it was not enough in her eyes. “The heads of your followers are currently on spikes but you won’t join them, not any time soon”. She looked at him with disgust as he watch him finally sit up. It was pathetic how long it took him, she simply knocked him back down with her foot.

“For Aegon” it was the last thing the man heard before she turned blew out the torches . Leaving him trapped in the cramped cell with nothing but his pain and that rats that would soon eat him.

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She stood overlooking the gates watching the last lord be hang for treason. She stood and watched more than twenty nobles hang from walls, she had spared the lives of a few of them and instead of hanging them she send three lords to the wall, where they will forever rot without titles or lands.

She would welcomed Elionor Costayne and Jeyne Westerling and even her sister Rhaena. But she would not care for them they wound fend for themselves just as she had. It had taken many losses and years for her to be forged into the woman who currently sat the iron throne in her husbands absence. Maegor was cruel , heartless and a tyrant, she had hid behind him, devoted her life to him. But she now clawed her way up the wheel clinging to power. Crushing anything beneath her path that could risked the lives of children.

It was her nature to protect the innocent.

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hello omg i love love LOVE deep honey, which is rare cus i usually do not touch fluff at all but smth abt the way u wrote got to me. i was wondering that in case u wanted an idea, u could write abt sunghoon rushing over to take care of his sick girlfriend? :3 just a thought or any headcannons u have on that would do fine but if u wanna turn it into a drabble or fic that's good too, especially if it's a continuation of deep honey

anyways, that is all from me, have a good day!!!

thank you so much :’) for all of my nsfw drabbles and content, I really enjoy writing the softer kind of stories. switched up the request just a little. consider this a token of my appreciation for your kindness. xx

ps this is what I’m imaging him wearing

***

If there’s one thing you know, it’s that nothing good could ever happen when you text someone past 2AM.

Both existential and physical dread consume you the second you open your texts and see a plethora of unread messages due to your current state of being. You’ve been bedridden for what feels like years but it’s only been a few of days. It’s technically Sunday morning and technically you should be fast asleep, especially since you’d taken medication to help you rest throughout the night. But seems like your body has other plans for you.

Tossing and turning won’t do either. Your head feels much better than it has for the past two days. You’d taken two days off or classes because of intense migraines paired with what seems like onset sickness due to it being flue season. Guilt over missing classes and groveling to your professors (even if they extended grace and told you to rest up) ate you alive, only ebbing away when you closed your eyes and slept.

Your roommate has been away because of a family event and what was once a promising weekend full of relaxation and the apartment to yourself is now a time for you to wallow in your misery. You’ve gone through countless tissues and have slept more in the past few days than in your entire life. It feels like your head might as well be cut off with how many problems your eyes, nose, and throat are giving you.

To pass the time, social media distracts you for a few minutes and you catch glimpses of what your friends have been up to. Partying. Studying. Eating at the cafeteria. All of these are mundane events you took for granted because you’d love to be anywhere but rotting away in your apartment. You’d rather studying for a midterm over feeling like you can’t move without losing your breath.

You take this time to catch up on texts as well. There are so many what remain unread by you and guilt crawls up your spine as you begin to reply to everything.

hi riki!! sorry I haven’t replied yet. I’ve been sick all weekend :/ I wish I could’ve gone to jake’s game with u bc it looked so fun ☹️

jungwon ur your cat is so cute omg…please send more vids. also sorry for replying late im sick lol

sunoo I swear to god if you watch another episode without me, I’m gonna beat your ass whenever I recover

yes, mom. I’m resting as much as I can! sorry I haven’t responded sooner. I still feel sick

heeseung do u think sunghoon would be weirded out if i text him right now. pls advise 😁

Heeseung immediately reads the message and the text bubble appears straight away. He’s one of your closest friends in university who always happens to be friends with Park Sunghoon, the guy you’ve been talking to for the past month and a half.

heeseung: Nah not weird. He’d probably like hearing from you

heeseung: He was asking about you earlier today and said you haven’t been talking to him as much

you: looking at my phone made me nauseous :/

heeseung: You should probably tell him that bc he’s been staring at his phone all day

you: soooo it wouldn’t be weird if I texted him out of the blue rn?? usually we don’t like…start conversations so late

heeseung: You’re overthinking. Just text him and if he doesn’t reply then he’s asleep and will text you in the morning

you: I’m scared of fucking it up

heeseung: There’s nothing to fuck up. If he gets mad that you took care of yourself (he won’t be) then he’s the one who fucked up

you: ugh when did u become the voice of reason

heeseung: :)

Your thumbs hover over the keyboard after you’ve opened Sunghoon’s text. You can imagine his slight pout when you think about how he’d react when he realizes you haven’t texted him back, which makes you feel even more guilty than you already are.

You’re not really sure how you started talking to him, let alone befriended Heeseung to the point where he started inviting you to hang out with him and his group of friends. Heeseung had originally been a study partner for a shared class back when the two of you were sophomores. It’s been a couple of years since then and now most of your conversations consist of TikTok jokes and Heeseung having to deal with you pining over one of his friends.

Sunghoon is every bit of cool you can imagine. He was so quiet when you first met him, residing in his oversized sweater since it was approaching the beginning of autumn. Heeseung invited you to a local bar on a Friday night after midterms and said your first drink would be on him if you made it before last call, knowing very well you were likely getting ready to slip underneath your blankets and call it a night.

He was right as always. You showed up wearing jeans and an old shirt with a jacket that was too big for your body. You’d made somewhat of an effort to look presentable since you’d be hanging out with his friends near campus and would rather not look like you’d gotten rolled over by a locomotive. It was there you met Sunghoon for the first time. He was so quiet that you barely heard him talk until an hour into hanging out with him, but that’s when you learned that he was someone you needed to get to know before he’d show you his loud, boisterous personality.

The more you hung out with him, the more you started to picture yourself with Sunghoon, away from the group you started to call your friends too. You’d only see him when Heeseung invited you out or if you bumped into someone else while Sunghoon was in tow with them. Neither of you seemed to cross paths otherwise and even then, Sunghoon was a bit too timid to approach you first and start a conversation.

Part of you wondered if you were ever too bold when you’d get drunk with him and your friends. You were loud, full of laughter and affection that none of your friends were surprised every time you shouted compliments across the tables and declared your love for the little group you considered to be your family away from home. Heeseung had gotten used to it pretty quickly and so did the others, albeit it took a while for their ears to stop glowing red every time you’d pull them into a drunken hug.

Maybe you sent a little too far with Sunghoon, who immediately tensed when your arms wrapped around his shoulders the first time you let your inhibitions down fully. A few beers and shots in, and Heeseung was anticipating your drunken rant about how much you love the little life the five of you had created and hoped that it would continue even after you all graduate.

Sunghoon always looked a bit intimidating with his dark, thick eyebrows and shielded his wandering eyes. He always looked like he knew what he wanted and his grace always made you think twice about what you’d say to him. Although, you knew this was the beginning of an onset crush that wouldn’t remain hidden for long, let alone when you weren’t sober.

So you’d thrown your arms around Sunghoon’s shoulder and told him how happy you were that Heeseung introduced the two of you. While you try not to think about that moment too much, you recall telling Sunghoon that he was slowly starting to become one of your favorite people because of how funny he is when people least expect it. You liked that he was so kind to his friends and that he was so confident in himself, and that you wished you could be a little more like him.

You also said he was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen. It was a sobering moment because he looked at you like you’d grown two heads and his shoulders felt like they might’ve been pushing you off of his body.

Stumbling with consistent apologies, none of your mutual friends seemed to notice what was happening behind them. You can picture the look on his face when your mind crosses to this moment, how he’d looked at you with bewilderment with his mouth ajar. Sunghoon didn’t say anything and you took that cue to leave him alone and head to the bar, where you hoped distance would make this night seem less tragic than it was.

When morning came around, you were the only person in your shared group chat who declined getting a late morning breakfast due to your embarrassment. Even during the next weekend, when Jake opened up his apartment for a casual hang out, you were the only person who didn’t show up, citing work and study stresses keeping you away from your friends.

Heeseung knew those were merely excuses.

“Cut the shit, Y/N. Are you okay? Did one of the guys do anything to make you uncomfortable?” The worst laced in his tone made you feel guilty for having him think the worse of people he knew before he met you.

“No, nothing like that. I think I’m the one who fucked up and made them uncomfortable.”

“Well clearly not since Jake invited you to his place. What’s going on? Do you want me to come over?”

The last thing you expected from Heeseung was to see him double over in laugher when you explained your predicament, clutching onto your bed like he’d fall to the ground if he didn’t. You’re sure that fit of laugher gave him a new set of abs.

“Sunghoon wasn’t weirded out. He texted me and asked if you were okay.” Heeseung pulled his phone out of his pocket to show you, leaving you in a cloud of confusion. “He probably likes you. Sunghoon’s a natural with girls even if he doesn’t realize they’re flirting with him. I think he likes you too because he’s acting really awkward because he doesn’t know how to deal with it.”

That night left you with more question than answers. You considered texting Sunghoon and asking if the two of you could talk, but you didn’t want to make him even more uncomfortable and tell him what Heeseung told you in fear of putting your friend in an awkward position. So you let the discomfort settle and braved seeing him the next time one of your friends invited you out.

Which, to no one’s surprise, was the weekend after Jake’s get together. Seoul’s autumn carnival was in its third weekend by the time the five of you were able to find adequate time to ride every rollercoaster and eat until your stomachs caved in. You loved the fair and were the first person to buy an admission ticket. Poor Jay, who wasn’t the biggest fan of big rides in the first place, tagged along with Jake every time he insisted on it. You tried your best to keep some distance between yourself and Sunghoon, even if Heeseung said you were being ridiculous. You’d chosen to stick by him until Sunghoon volunteered to help you pick up the food trays when you lost a game of rock-paper-scissors.

“I’m sorry that I acted weird that night,” he said, cutting the silence as the two of you waited for your order. He didn’t have to explain. You knew what he was talking about. “Heeseung said you felt bad for making me feel uncomfortable but I need you to know you didn’t make me feel that way.”

That was the longest sentence he’d ever said to you, let alone it being the first time he initiated a conversation with you. He watched as you stood with your eyes wide and mouth parted like you wanted to say something but didn’t know how to say it.

“I think you just caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting you to say nice things about me. I didn’t realize we were that close because you’d been affectionate with everyone but me up until that night.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “I was, uh, flustered.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He averted your gaze and looked at his shoes momentarily before he looked back at you. “I liked what you said. I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

You laughed at the awkwardness dissipating. “I thought I crossed a line, or something. You just sat there and I thought I fucked up by touching you.”

He shook his head. “You didn’t. I…I liked it a lot.” You tried to hide a grin by keeping your bubbling excitement under wraps failed miserably. Sunghoon smiled too, offering to carry most of the trays back to the table where your friends were too hungry to talk for the next ten minutes.

The memory brings you back to the present where your thumbs hover the keyboard. You start to read back the conversation between the two of you and feel those butterflies erupt in your stomach for the umpteenth time. The two of you have talked about anything and everything. Nothing is off limits. So why is texting him to let him know you’ve been sick for the past few days so difficult for you?

you: hi

you: sorry I haven’t texted a lot in the past few days. I’ve been having migraines and now I’ve caught a cold ):

you: im sorry for texting so late too

He texts immediately.

sunghoon: You don’t have to be sorry. Are you feeling better now?

sunghoon: Actually don’t answer that

Your phone rings.

“Hey,” you say with your phone propped against your ear. “Sorry for bothering you.”

“You’re not bothering me. I’m the only who’s calling you when you’re sick, so I’m technically the one bothering you.” His laugh on the other line makes you smile a little too hard. “I was really worried. None of the guys heard from you so I figured you needed some space.”

“Unfortunately. I had to skip a few classes because it hurt to stand up. I’m pretty sure I’ve slept more this past week than I have in the last month.”

“I’m sorry. That really sucks.”

“I feel bad that I haven’t been able to talk to you.”

As if Sunghoon could sense you pouting, he clicks his tongue and reassures you. “It’s fine, Y/N. I’d probably do the same thing. I can’t imagine how much pain you’ve been in.”

“I would honestly rather study and take a million midterms than go through this again. I feel like someone just took their shoe off of my head.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you’re doing better. Can I bring you anything? Medicine, maybe?”

You cough a little. “No, but thank you. My friend dropped off a lot of NyQuil and other stuff to help me. It’s working…kind of. Still feel like shit, though.”

“…Can I come over? To help you with your sickness, of course. I can bring you soup.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You frantically rise from your bed amidst his words and realize there are tissues on the ground and dirty clothes strewn everywhere because of your lack of energy. Your living room must be a mess, too, and this would also be the first time Sunghoon would see you without any makeup on.

“I want to. But I mean, only if you’re up for it. I don’t want to stress you out since you’re sick. I just want to help make you feel better. That…and I miss you.”

Sunghoon’s never been so direct before. Even though the two of you have been talking for a while, neither of you have been so forward about it. Conversations are always subtly flirty to the point where the effervescent feeling simmers just underneath the surface. The two of you have hung out without the rest of your friends and have been alone before, but neither one of you has gone so far as you be so bold about the other.

“I miss you too,” you whisper into the phone.

“Give me thirty minutes. I’ll come with soup.”

He hangs up and with a newfound sense of urgency, you make your bed and throw away any stray trash. You put your dirty laundry in the hamper, which is piled high and untouched. It’ll be a problem for when you’re not sick.

The living room isn’t too bad. You straighten furniture and throw away empty takeout containers and wash a few utensils. The tasks don’t feel as draining as they did a few days ago and you’re starting to regain a little bit of your breath.

True to his word, Sunghoon arrives thirty minutes after he said he would. You open the door and look at him. He’s wearing blue hoodie and sweatpants with specs that make him look significantly more attractive than you’re used to.

“Hi,” Sunghoon says with a gentle smile. “I missed you.”

You bite your lip and blurt out your first thought. “You look really good in those glasses.”

Sunghoon chuckles. “Thank you. Can I come in?”

“Right, right.” You step aside and he follows you into your apartment. He takes his shoes off and places them neatly by the shoe rack.

“I might need to reheat this. I got it from that place near my apartment. You know, the one with the yellow banner?”

“I love that place.”

He smiles at you. “I know. Can I heat up some soup for you?”

When you nod, Sunghoon moves to the correct cabinet and pulls out everything he needs. It astounds you because he’s only ever been to your apartment twice before, both times with your other friends in tow. It dawns on you that it’s the first time the two of you are alone in your space. You’re touched that he remembers where your things are.

He beckons you to sit on the counter in front of the steaming bowl and the aroma of spices makes your mouth water. You haven’t been able to eat consistently in the past few days, surviving on bland foods like bread and crackers to sustain your health because anything else made you feel sicker than you were. The steam feels good against your skin and you dig in right away.

Sunghoon pulls your hair back when it gets close to the rim and holds it for you while you lap up the soup. It seems as though you’re hungrier than you thought because you sit there wordlessly, shoveling liquid into your mouth while Sunghoon watches.

“Sorry,” you apologize. “I must look like a zoo animal.”

“You’re sick, Y/N. You have nothing to apologize for. The first meal you can stomach is the best one.” It’s like he gets you. Sunghoon continues to hold your hair back until you’re finished. He washes the bowl and spoon, and puts it back where they belong.

Sunghoon turns around and looks at you under the ambient lighting you and your roommate put up in lieu of the overhead lights. It feels like he’s inspecting you and you try really hard not to think about the fact that you don’t feel presentable in this moment.

“Your apartment feels very you,” Sunghoon says. “I like all of the green furniture and the art on the wall.”

“My roommate picked the decor out but I’m starting to understand why she loves art so much.”

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asks, looking at you. “Would you want to go to an art museum with me?”

“I’d really like that.”

Sunghoon pulls you by the hand to your couch and you try your best not to feel flustered with his touch. He sits you down on the cushion and immediately you feel like you need to be hyper vigilant because he’s looking around the apartment and you’re wondering if he can see the messes you see.

“Do you have a blanket? We could watch some TV. Or I could go. I don’t know.”

“Don’t go.” You say it too quickly but Sunghoon’s shoulders relax. “The blankets are beside the couch.”

He drapes it over you, leaving himself to fend for the cold. Although you’re sure he’s pretty warm, you open up the blanket and invite him to share it with you.

This is new territory. You two have just been talking. But Sunghoon isn’t deterred. He slots himself next to you and doesn’t shy away when he feels your arm pressed against him.

“Sorry for the mess. And for, well…” He watches you gesture to your face, which is undoubtedly red with dark circles underneath your eyes.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything. I still like you.”

You aren’t used to him being so upfront like this. He watches you with easy eyes, the kind of feeling that makes you believe what he says. Sunghoon is pretty reserved when it comes to these types of things and you often find yourself being the one to push him towards his bolder side. But even though you feel flustered by his words and underneath his stare, you like this newer side of him.

“I’m such a mess.”

Sunghoon watches you push your forehead into his shoulder in an attempt to hide yourself from him. He smiles at your antics and loves the feeling of your body on his. He’s been hesitant to do things like hold your hand or kiss your cheek in fear or overstepping a boundary. He doesn’t know what came over him when he held your hair back from falling into the hot soup. He knows very well that he could’ve asked where you kept your hair ties, but helping you when he knows you need it felt like the right thing to do.

Now, he wonders if you’re growing bolder with him too. You let your forehead rest against his hoodie as you take deep breaths. He hears you sniffle a few times and nearly coos at the mere thought of you suffering from your sickness. When you pull yourself away from him, the tip of your nose is slightly runny and your eyes look a bit more red than usual.

“I feel like I got hit by a truck.”

He bites his lip. “You could look worse.” You try not to let your cheeks rise in heat.

“You’re just being nice.”

Sunghoon laughs and shakes his head. He could never lie about how he feels towards you. “Nope. You still look really cute.” He watches the gears work inside your head and locates the TV remote when you don’t say anything. “What do you want to watch?”

“I dunno.”

“C’mon, you must’ve been watching TV while you were cooped up here.”

You shake your head. “Migraine, remember? Felt like my eyes were gonna burst.”

This time, he coos out loud. Sunghoon puts on a show you’ve mentioned enjoying in the past and hopes he chose correctly. You seem to be mellowing out and paying attention to the screen in front of you until you start breathing heavily. It’s not until he hears you try to silence a small coughing fit that he shoots up from his seat and pours you a glass of water.

“Here.” Sunghoon doesn’t let you hold the glass. Instead, he beckons your mouth open by placing the rim between your lips and lets you swallow the water, tilting it up until you’ve consumed all of it. He wipes the excess water from the corners of your mouth with his thumb and looks down at you with concern. “Do you have any tea? I can make you some. Hopefully that’ll soothe your throat.”

“Stupid medicine isn’t working,” you grumble. “I might as well perish.”

“Tea, baby,” Sunghoon says, the pet name rolling off his tongue with ease. You almost don’t notice it. “Where do you keep your tea and honey?”

“Cabinet beside the fridge.”

Sunghoon comes back a few minutes later with piping hot chamomile tea with honey. You don’t know how he does it, anticipating your every need and putting just enough honey where it doesn’t feel like you’re stuffing your throat with the sweet nectar. You sip on it slowly as he situates himself back underneath the blanket and keeps his eyes on the television while you try to calm your erratic heartbeat.

Eventually, the episode finished and it’s almost four in the morning when you start to get sleepy. Sunghoon hears you yawning beside him and does his best not to grin like a lovesick idiot when you push your body against his in an attempt to get comfortable. You’re holding the empty cup loosely in your hands when your eyes start to droop and as much as Sunghoon would love to stay like this, he knows it’ll be better for you to sleep in your own bed with your back against the mattress.

“Baby,” Sunghoon whispers. He grabs the mug from your hands and sets it on the coffee table. “I think you should sleep in your bed. You’ll feel a lot better when you wake up.”

“But you’re so warm.”

He bites back a smile. “Thank you, but you’re gonna wake up with back pain and I know you’ll be mad that you didn’t sleep with pillows.”

He’s right and you know it but that doesn’t stop you from letting a whine slip past. Sunghoon doesn’t complain when you lean on him for support (or rather, you push your full weight onto him because you cannot be bothered with physical tasks at this late hour). Instead, he holds your waist with his arm and guides you into your bedroom from his memory of coming here a couple times before now.

Despite this, he’s never been inside your room. You’ve always kept the door closed but as he opens it, Sunghoon completely melts at how your bedroom is so utterly you. The dark green comforter hugs your queen-sized bed and a mountain of pillows cover the top near the bed frame. Your desk is an organized mess of notebooks, pens, and highlighters you carry with you during study sessions. Photographs in pretty frames decorate your walls along with posters of your favorite music and films.

He spots a picture of the two of you from that day at the amusement park when Heeseung insisted on taking a photo since the lighting was “perfect.” Sunghoon suspected that wasn’t the case but let him take it anyhow. He always considered that to be his first official memory with you. Knowing you might feel the same makes Sunghoon’s heart flutter.

“Let’s get you into bed, yeah?”

His soft touches make you fall much deeper into your tiredness. The mattress below you feels too good to be true as Sunghoon opens the blankets for you to crawl underneath. He watches you carefully as you scoot to one side and make yourself comfortable, wondering if you’re enjoying the side of him that wants to pamper you.

When you’re all tucked in with the blankets underneath your chin, Sunghoon can’t help but lean down and brush a few stray hair strands from your face. He caresses your cheek and holds himself back despite your lips being right in front of him. Instead, he settles for rubbing your soft cheek with his thumb before leaving.

Except, you reach out and grab onto his wrist. “Where are you going?”

His looks back at you in the dim light. “Home, baby. I’ll let you sleep.”

The pout you’re wearing is tearing him limb from limb. “I don’t want you to go home.”

“No?”

You shake your head. “Please…I haven’t seen you at all this week.” Sunghoon hears the strain in your voice and he isn’t sure if you’re awake enough to know what you’re saying. “I-I just want you here with me.”

How could he say no to that?

Sunghoon sits on the empty side of the bed and lets you guide your hand in his bigger one. He watches as you shake your head and he’s about to ask what you mean when you open the blanket.

He feels momentarily guilty when he pulls his hand away from you because he hears you whine again, but he slips off his hoodie to avoid overheating. He’s left in his sweatpants and a loose shirt when sliding into your bed right next to you.

You waste no time and attach yourself to Sunghoon, pushing your body until you’re resting on his chest. He does his best not to let his heartbeat give him away. This is the most he’s ever touched you. At best, he’d brush his hand against yours and waited for the right time to hold it. Today feels like he’s thrown caution into the wind.

Sunghoon puts his glasses on your night table and pulls you close to him, encircling his arms until he finds a comfortable position. Your warm breaths litter his skin and he feels like he could run laps with how happy he is in this moment. You look so cute with your body limp against his. He loves that you’re not hesitant around him anymore and hopes you know just how much he wants you close to him.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Sunghoon says in the dark, unsure if you’re still awake or not.

“What’s your secret?”

Your eyes remain closed, eyelashes covering your beautiful eyes and your cheeks are squished into a pout against his chest. He looks down at you like you’re precious cargo and a rare gem he never wants to let go of.

“I really want to kiss you.”

You don’t say anything. Instead, Sunghoon feels you move your head until you press a kiss against his chest, allowing your lips to linger for a few seconds before reverting back to your original position.

“Kiss me tomorrow.”

Sunghoon hears you snoring soon after.

“Yeah,” he whispers to himself. “I can do that.”

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Treat (Kim Mingyu) ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍰 ⋅ ☆

“So Y/n, I see you noticed the cute baker in the kitchen. Any plans on getting to know him?” °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Genre: Fluff

AU: University!au

Pairing: Culinary Student!Baker!Mingyu x Medical Student!reader

Warnings: None just tooth-rotting fluff

Synopsis: An average medical student getting by who meets the cute baker from the small bakery across the street in front of her university.

Note: This used to be a TXT fic but I edited it and now it’s a Mingyu fic because I have a bunch of wips that I’m dying to finish. Here’s something for me to post at least, happy reading! As always, don’t forget to like + reblog as a way to support.

WC: 5.4k

Being a medical student was a pain in the ass and was way worse than how people would describe it, it cost money, time as well as your mental and emotional stability. It’s not like anyone would want to study the anatomy of a human in a dull lecture hall with like forty other people, or know how a whiff of a cigarette could even kill you.

Yet here you were, already going the works of med school, and there was no turning back from it all, because although you were passionate, you still had a limit to how much you could take, even if you had always dreamed of becoming a pediatrician to keep you motivated.

“Oh my God Jihyo, I don’t think I’m ready to take this exam. I’m probably going to flunk this semester and I’ll be stuck as a receptionist in scrubs at a local clinic if I don’t get my head straight” you say tearfully.

Your friend Jihyo chuckled as she patted your back comfortingly, assuring you that you would do just fine and that you had already done enough studying the past few days. You weren’t stupid, just dramatic.

“You’ll be fine Y/n, don’t worry about it otherwise you will start to feel even worse. You’ve studied like crazy so it would be insane if you didn’t do so well, like you always do” she smiled softly in reply.

You shoot Jihyo a weak smile back and sigh once again, at least one of your best friends kept you somewhat sane, you couldn’t say the same for your appearance though. With heavy eyebags and eyes that looked as hollow as your soul, anyone would probably mistake you for a psych ward patient if you were caught walking around by yourself.

“Thanks, and good luck to us once we step into the exam hall. We’re gonna need it, me especially” you sigh after gathering the rest of the materials you’ll need for the exam itself.

When an hour passed, the exam completely drained you of all the life you had left. You stepped out of the exam hall with Jihyo groggily. You just wanted to go home and sleep all your problems away, but if you were already struggling as a freshman, how much more would you be in the future knowing you still had thirteen more years to go?

“Is it too late to change careers and become a full-time sugar baby or stripper?” You ask your friend and roommate, Rosé, who was just as drained as you were.

“I don’t think so. Let’s go on that sugar baby website” she chimed back in exhaustion. Chungha laughed at you both on the couch before setting down a pizza on the coffee table in front of you, along with a few drinks and a huge bottle of coke.

“Cheer up ladies, we’ll get through all of this before you know it. Now eat up, the food’s getting cold” Chungha hissed.

You and Rosé helped yourselves without another word, the three of you scarfing down all the food and complaining about midterms just to get your system going.

In the middle of the conversation, Rosé had suddenly brought up the bakery that just opened across the university.

“By the way, a new bakery opened up across the street from our school, do you guys wanna try and visit tomorrow?” She chirped.

You guys didn’t have anything to lose, so you and Chungha agreed before setting a certain time to meet after your last exam. That was when you realized it was getting late so you all cleaned up and started to get ready for bed.

“Goodnight you two! Good luck as well, we’ll need it for our last set of exams” You bid your roommates goodnight as you retreat into your room.

“Whew! That was exhausting, I’m glad everything is over with because chemistry should be the least of my problems for now” you cheered.

Rosé groans and runs a hand through her hair in frustration. Chungha was late, and it was because her boyfriend Jungkook wanted some alone time with her.

“God if Chungha doesn’t come in like five minutes I’m gonna assume they need their ‘THEM’ time” she huffs. You laugh and just grab Rosé while giving Jihyo a call. If Chungha getting it, at least someone else can take her place, for now, her boyfriend probably needs a lot of relief.

“Jihyo can come, she’ll be there in like ten. For now, we should order in advance” you say, as you both enter the bakery.

The interior was very cute and minimal, everything was white marble, be it the racks and tables with checkered flooring. On the ceiling hung two crystal chandeliers that reflected light causing a blur of rainbows to scatter across the room.

“Wow you were right, this place is adorable Rosie! Let’s go order drinks and pick our bread” you squeal and drag her over.

Behind the register, you see a guy with black hair and another guy with light brown hair bickering about something.

“Jeonghan, I swear to fucking God if you—“ the black-haired male was cut off after seeing you and Rosé walking over.

“Go serve the customers first, I’ll be waiting in the back” The brunette smirked, and retreated into the kitchen behind the counter.

At the counter, the guy greets you with a charming smile, just about charming enough to get you flustered, but you didn’t want to look like a mess right now so you browsed the menu behind him.

“Hi! Welcome to Carat Cravings! What can I get you two today?” You read his nametag and saw that he was named Seungcheol. ‘Cute’ you say to yourself and smile back at him.

“Can we get one fruit and egg tart with a margarita pizza for here, please? And for the drinks one caramel macchiato and one americano, both iced with a fruit ade please” Seungcheol punches your orders into the register and looks up at you both again.

“Will that be all?” He asks, and you nod as you hand him your card. Rosé looked at you almost frazzled and was about to refuse your offer to pay, but then noticed that you had caught wind of another guy from behind in the kitchen.

As Seungcheol hands you your card back, you and Rosé make your way to a table near the window. “So Y/n, I see you noticed the cute baker in the kitchen. Any plans on getting to know him?” She giggled softly.

You looked at her with a glare and shook your head furiously. No, you weren’t the kind of person to date because you always prioritized your studies more than anything, but you had to admit, the baker was just so cute.

He was tall and had beautiful sunkissed skin with jet black hair and had a face that almost resembled a puppy, and maybe you also couldn’t help but notice that he had nice hands that kneaded the dough so well. You’d imagine what his hands would do if they were—

“Y/n! Hi Rosie!” Your thoughts were cut short as Jihyo entered the bakery and called over to you both excitedly. She was beaming as you made space for her to sit beside you.

“Hi Jihyo, you look happy for someone who came out of our hour-long exam” Rosé eyed her suspiciously. Jihyo only laughed and waved off what she said while staring both of you down.

“My sister called right after and said the hospital she’s working at is accepting part-timers! I just came here feeling happy about it” she says excitedly.

You and Rosé were shocked but also happy for her knowing that having a sister who worked at a hospital had its perks too. Jihyo was just one of the lucky ones, but everyone starts somewhere.

“Sorry to interrupt ladies but here are your orders! If you need anything else you can just call for me or the other guy behind the counter, the one with light brown hair” Seungcheol placed your orders on the table and the three of you thanked him politely.

When Seungcheol had finally walked out of earshot, Jihyo had lowered her voice into a whisper. “This bakery is cute but oh my god, I never expected the workers to be cute as well,” she says in a giddy tone.

You laugh at her and take a piece of the pizza while sipping on your caramel macchiato, Jihyo still ogling at Seungcheol as Rosé gives her a disgusted look.

“Come on you two, what happened to putting our studies first? If you date during your freshman year you are going to end up as a receptionist in scrubs you hear me” Rosé says sarcastically, but you were too busy staring at the baker who just came out of the kitchen.

He was talking to the two other males behind the counter and sighed. That was when you noticed that he had eyed you up and down too before looking away.

“Y/n? Hello? What the fuck, oh wait it’s that baker” Rosé says with a huff. Jihyo giggles and shushes her, noticing how flustered you became all of a sudden.

The two knew you were never one to talk about guys or wanted to date since high school, so seeing you all worked up over someone you didn’t know would only make teasing you even worse.

“New motivation to go to class every day? I know you have evening classes, so maybe I could ask them what time they close” Jihyo says with a smirk.

“Oh shut up, the baker is just some stupid eye candy you know. I can’t let that go to waste” you try to brush it off, but in reality, you two were practically checking each other out without your friends noticing.

On the other hand, Mingyu also seems to have noticed you and how you stared at him from across the room. Opting to check you out too because you didn’t look that bad either, and because he needed a break from being in the kitchen since the morning.

“Mingyu? Are you alright? Don’t tell me you’re checking out that girl over there with her friends, I was planning to get first dibs because she looked the most interesting” Jeonghan whined.

Seungcheol smacked him on the back of his head and went to tidy whatever was on the counter until a few more customers came in, but then he turned towards the two.

“I mean, you’re not wrong. She looks really pretty, but Mingyu seems to put her on edge. They barely even know each other, but you can feel the tension between them, just go talk to her Gyu” the older male grins.

Mingyu rolls his eyes at the two and notices that Jun has also come out from the back to get a breather. Business was a bit slow today, but they did just open so there was no harm in being a bit laid back.

“Are you guys talking about the group of girls over there? We just opened and you’re already ogling at our customers, be more professional” Jun says nonchalantly.

“Well I need a girlfriend, the girls in my major aren’t all that so ogling at the bakery respectfully would seem better than asking out a girl who wouldn’t know how to interact with me” Jeonghan rolls his eyes and drags Jun back to the kitchen where he’ll be taking over for Mingyu, whilst Wonwoo takes his place at the front.

In the midst of this all happening, you notice the other boys by the counter and rip your eyes off Mingyu to focus on what Jihyo and Rosé are talking about.

“The food is so good here! I can’t believe they just opened, I want to gatekeep this place forever” Jihyo gushed. Rosé nodded in agreement and turned to you, to which you replied with a confused expression.

“Well, we are done. How about we head home so we have more time to relax? I’m sorry if I’m rushing, but I have a show to catch up on” Rosé blabbered. You laugh at her and nod as you all collect your things.

“See you tomorrow Jihyo! I’ll call you” You smile and wave as the three of you part ways, you and Rosé going home together since you were both roommates.

“Alright! Stay safe you two!” Jihyo then turned and walked towards her apartment, which was about two blocks from the bakery itself.

At home, as you’re studying on the living room floor, you notice Chungha sitting on the couch behind you. “I heard from Rosie that the pastry maker from the new bakery caught your eye” she joked.

You roll your eyes and shake your head at the accusation, is it not normal to ogle at people once in a while? And how did word travel so fast?

“Trust me, he’s just eye candy. It’s nothing personal” you sigh, whilst highlighting a sentence in your book. Chungha huffs and takes a sip from her mug, smirking at you.

“I doubt it, you’re such a nerd Y/n. You already work your ass off at school so why not live a little and date? Come on, this guy is probably just as studious as you are, considering he works at a bakery with his friends” she says matter-of-factly.

“So working at a bakery that he started with his friends makes him a nerd like me? I’m so impressed Chungha, you should’ve taken criminology, to be completely honest,” you reply sarcastically, which earned you a slap on the back of the head.

“Come on, if you’re going by tomorrow at least talk to him. I mean, what do you have to lose? You’re smart, pretty and you’re kind. Not to mention, wasn’t he also checking you out?” You felt your face grow hot, guess you weren’t that slick after all if Rosé noticed it too.

Before you could retaliate, the two of you heard the soft pattering of feet and a laugh coming from the hallway. It was Rosé, and it seemed like she’d overheard your conversation through the paper-thin walls of the apartment.

“Y/n! You should go see him! It’ll do you good I promise” she squealed. Chungha laughed and nodded along with her, it seemed like your roommates were some of the most insufferable people in the entire world.

“If I do it will you guys finally leave me alone?” You say weakly. The other two nodded eagerly with wide eyes and you mentally facepalm.

If a simple conversation was gonna get them off your tail, then so be it. It’ll be quick and it’s not like it’ll be a routine part of your day.

The next morning, you couldn’t be any more wrong. You woke up earlier than you should’ve for your first class of the day, and as you fixed yourself in the mirror, you thought about the baker and why you ended up just mentally thanking your friends for the challenge.

“Good morning Y/n, you seem chipper this morning” Rosé greets you from the kitchen. You smile shyly at her and look away, which gives off the impression that you maybe were anticipating the morning more than you thought, compared to the night before.

“Looking forward to talking to him now? Seems like a culinary major so maybe you’ll find him easier than you’d think” she continues.

“Yeah, yeah maybe I am a bit excited since he is cute. I bet he has a girlfriend though and I’ll prove you guys wrong, maybe his eyes just wandered” you laugh while Rosé only gives you a smirk and a scoff.

“When you start dating this guy, I bet you’ll thank us for setting you up like this. Studies can always come second, and who said you can’t multitask?” you bid your goodbye and race to the elevator of your apartment building, sighing from the intense teasing, but before the elevator doors could close, a voice had called over from the end of the hallway.

“Hey! Wait up!” You quickly press the open door button and lo and behold, there stood the exact baker you and Rosé were just talking about this morning, except he was in a chef outfit. ‘Maybe she was right’ you chuckle.

“Thanks for that— Wait, you were with your friends at the bakery yesterday” The tall male recognized you as you nodded back and gave him a friendly smile.

“I’m surprised you even remember me, but I’m even more shocked that you live in the same apartment building” you reply with a laugh. Mingyu scratches the back of his neck awkwardly and nods.

“You guys were one of our first customers, so it’s honestly hard to forget since it’s kind of special in a way” The elevator doors open and the two of you walk out, still engaged in a conversation.

“Oh before we do part ways, I’m Y/n! I had plans to head to the bakery later but it seems like your shift won’t start ‘till the afternoon it seems” you say cheekily.

“I’m Mingyu, it’s nice to meet you. Don’t worry, I only have one morning class before the others take over for the night, so you will be seeing me right after” Mingyu chuckles. Your face heats up so you immediately bid the male goodbye and walk over to your bus.

Microbiology was probably one of the worst classes to ever have in the morning, so a coffee fix for the rest of the day was just what you needed. You offer to buy your other friend Nayeon one too since you needed someone to go with you, just to lessen the effects of being around Mingyu at least.

“I’m starting to get sick of studying fungi and bacteria all day, can you believe every fucking surface we wipe a swab on has some form of disease” you grimace.

The bell of the bakery chimes and you already see a familiar head of brown hair behind the register. “Hi welcome to Carat Cravings! What can I get you guys today?” It was still fairly early in the morning, so you guessed that the ones working the morning hours mostly had evening classes just like you.

“One americano and one caramel machiatto, both iced. While we’ll get a breakfast platter please” Jeonghan punches in the order and you hand him your card, once again, to pay. At that exact moment, Mingyu had come out of the kitchen to greet you.

“Wait you know her?” Jeonghan suddenly asks. Mingyu nods and you greet him back shyly, you two had only just met by chance at the elevator of your apartment building.

“She lives in the same building, anyways Y/n this is Jeonghan. Since you’ll be coming here more often, I assume, then you should get to know us” he grins back at you. Jeonghan gave you both puzzled looks but you nodded in reply, a grin also plastered onto your face.

“Go ahead and find a seat then, your orders will be out in a few” You and Nayeon make your way to a window seat in the corner and take out a few of your notebooks just to go over what was discussed in your lecture.

You are writing down another important note on your iPad when you hear the clinking of glasses and see another blonde beside your table, you guessed this was the other guy named Jun.

“Here you are, let us know how you feel about the food before you go by the way! Also here’s something from Mingyu that he wanted me to give you” he handed you a note and you looked at him confused, then looked over at the counter where you noticed the man as he ran back into the kitchen.

Jun walks away as you open the note, your friend Nayeon is confused as as you are. “Oh—? It’s his uh number?” You say in a flustered manner. ‘Let’s get closer! Here’s my number since I’m too shy to give it to you :)’ it said.

“Aww! Y/n that’s so cute!” Nayeon squeals as you look away shyly to bring out your phone to type in his number. “Hey, he’s just being friendly don’t be like that!” You deny it, but Nayeon wouldn’t let up.

After that day, Mingyu had pretty much become a routine part of your life, except that one phone call after a few weeks of talking to each other.

“Y/n? I didn’t expect you today since you seemed so busy, how was class?” Mingyu chuckles from the other line. You smile at his words before replying, no matter how busy, Mingyu always manages to ask you about your day.

“Well it was pretty ok I guess, I’m just sad I couldn’t stop by the bakery today because it rained too” you reply sadly. You hear the line go silent and hear a few muffled jeers and laughs in the background. ‘Cute’ you thought.

“Don’t mind the guys. Since you called, I wanted to know if you were free this weekend? Jun’s taking over for me” Mingyu asks.

“I am actually! I don’t have anything planned right now. What do you have in mind?” You reply a little too enthusiastically. You hear another chuckle on the other line and cover your mouth in embarrassment.

“You’re so cute, let’s go to a café! I don’t want us to feel so lost since it’s our first time hanging out personally” Mingyu smiled on the other line before hearing Wonwoo gag from behind him. You blush at Mingyu’s comment and try to contain the urge to scream.

“Alright then, text me the time and I’ll put it into my schedule for the week. Bye, Mingyu! Good luck at work!” The other members all smirked at Mingyu and he bid you goodbye as well, this time with reddened ears.

The taller male then turns to his friends who go back to cleaning up before they close the bakery soon. “Yeah, it’s nothing. I just made a friend I swear, besides, she lives in our apartment building so it’ll be weird if I didn’t at least make acquaintances with her” he tries to convince them.

“Yeah right, I’d ask my cute neighbor out on a date if I were you too. Cut the bullshit Gyu, we know you like her” Wonwoo says while laughing.

Mingyu looks away, they definitely weren’t wrong and even though he did have dreams of becoming a top pastry chef one day, he also couldn’t risk not seeing you again.

“It’s always studies first, but I overheard she’s also one of the top students in her major. You bagged the beauty and brains Gyu!” Seungcheol exclaims.

Jeonghan looks at his friend in confusion as to how he even knew this information, but the older only chuckles in response.

“I got this information from Jihoon just so you know, he’s pretty close to her other friend Jihyo I think” Seungcheol concludes. Mingyu sighed and went to fix the pastry display, he was in for a rough week he supposed.

On your end, your two roommates had also overheard the conversation and squealed just as you ended the call. “He asked you out on a date?! Y/n that’s wonderful!” Rosé screams, immediately engulfing you in a bear hug.

“Guys it’s just a regular hang out between friends! He’s just our, cute, neighbor and baker you know” you stifle out. Chungha gives you a look of disapproval and flicks your forehead.

“Yeah, yeah. We all know you two are whipped for each other and it’s been two weeks since they opened up, you two will probably make it official before you even start the second date!” She huffs out. You frown, were you really in denial? You wouldn’t know for sure.

The date (if you could even call it that), came by faster than you could blink and now here you were, standing in front of the mirror, with your makeup done and in a pretty white dress with matching white ballet flats.

“Why do you look so dolled up? It’s a friendly date isn’t it” Rosé teases. You turn to her and see her leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile on her face.

“I just wanted to look presentable you know” you squeak out, knowing you were caught red-handed. It was autumn so you had to take your last chance to at least wear something pretty before layering everything.

“Anyways, tell me the details once you’re back! And take A LOT, and I mean a lot, of pictures with him ok? You two look cute together” Rosé runs away before you can reprimand her, and you suddenly hear your phone ping.

“Y/n! Someone’s at the door for you!” Chungha calls out lovingly. You stiffen, was it necessary for your roommate to act embarrassing at the most inconvenient time? You walk out of your room and make eye contact with Mingyu from the hallway.

Mingyu’s eyes widen at your form, the two of you were wearing matching outfits, both white and looking like you had dressed for the spring instead of the cold autumn weather.

“So?—“ Chungha was cut short as you sprinted and grabbed Mingyu’s hand, leading him down the hallway hurriedly with a laugh.

“I’m sorry, my roommates can be a handful sometimes. Now, where are we going?” You grin. Mingyu’s ears redden after realizing your hands were still intertwined, but you didn’t seem that bothered so he led you to his car that was parked in the basement.

“Are you planning to kill me?” You joke. Mingyu shakes his head and you laugh. “No, no! Just taking you to my car since the café is in the uptown part of the city. It’s a bit far but I guarantee you’ll like it” he replies in a flustered voice.

“Are you sure you’re not some murderer plotting my demise and you’re secretly taking me to your getaway house with your actual girlfriend” you blurt out. He looks at you in confusion and now it was his turn to laugh.

“I don’t think I’d be here then if I had a girlfriend, trust me, I’m more into my studies and passion than you think. So, consider yourself a special girl” Mingyu unintentionally flirts. You hit his shoulder out of habit, but he didn’t seem to mind either as he continued to laugh at you.

“Why’d you ask me out anyway? My other friends are way prettier and way more interesting than me, and don’t think I’m saying that out of pity, I’m just confused since I’ve always had my head buried in books as well” you admit shamefully.

“In all honesty, I just felt an instant connection with you, call it whatever but I’ve never felt like this with someone before” The street lights illuminate his face and you thank the gods above that he can’t see your flushed face in the dimness of the light.

“Oh, we’re here by the way. Let me park and don’t get out until I open the door for you” Mingyu parks the car at a spot in front of a very comfy but also expensive-looking café, before getting out of the driver’s seat to open your end.

You get out and thank him bashfully, the two of you heading inside. It didn’t seem too crowded for a weekend, which relieved you a bit since the ambiance was much more peaceful this way.

“Good afternoon! Welcome to Nabi’s, what can I get you two today?” The cashier smiles. You turn to Mingyu, and he looks at you with another grin, immediately ordering since you aren’t all that familiar with the place.

The cashier punches it in and Mingyu pays for everything, leaving you flustered for the umpteenth time that day. ‘What a gentleman, and he doesn’t have a girlfriend?’ You tell yourself.

“Your orders will be out shortly, you can take a seat and we’ll bring it right over. Have a good one, and here’s your change sir” Mingyu gladly takes his card and leads you to the second floor of the café.

Upon stepping into the seating area, you were immediately greeted with a beautiful view of the city. “Mingyu this is amazing!” You run over to the seat next to the window, and this causes Mingyu’s heart to race. How could you be so endearing even in the smallest aspect?

“It’s nothing, it’s a place I like to go to when I want to be alone, but I brought you here because it’s special to me” he admits while sitting down in front of you.

“Thank you honestly, I feel very special now that I’ve earned enough trust from Kim Mingyu to be able to go to one of his favorite places” You giggle, your stomach full of butterflies from how he treated you.

“Well, I did want to say this and I’m afraid it might be too early, but here it goes” You look at him curiously and stay quiet so you can listen to him better. You were always one to make anyone feel heard and comfortable.

“I like you Y/n, as if it isn’t obvious enough. The day I saw you with your friends at the bakery, something just stood out to me about you, and after getting to know you, it made you a hundred times more attractive to me. It might be a bit early but I wanted to let you know that I’d be willing to wait for you as long as you let me” Mingyu says wholeheartedly.

You were shocked, you liked Mingyu just as much as he did you, but his confession and sincerity were so out of the blue. Was this guy sure about not having a girlfriend?

“Mingyu, I don’t know what to say. I like you too! At first, I was pretty in denial about my feelings since I didn’t want to end up as a receptionist in scrubs and only really stuck to my studies, but you opened up my heart in a way. No need to wait, I’m willing to be your girlfriend” you confess as well.

You stare at Mingyu and notice his ears turn red while a huge smile starts to make its way onto his face. “You don’t understand how happy you make me Y/n, I won’t disappoint you” he holds your hand from across the table.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, Mingyu and you talking for hours on end about everything you missed out on during the first few weeks of getting to know each other, what you guys had in common, and even planning out the second date.

Mingyu and you walk through the basement of your apartment together as he takes you home for the night, dreamy smiles on both your faces and hands intertwined with each other’s. It felt magical almost that you’d even met this guy, he came straight out of a storybook.

“I had so much fun today, thank you Mingyu. I’m so happy,” you say in the elevator. Mingyu engulfs you in a hug and nuzzles his face against the crown of your head, you two did seem like a lovesick couple already.

“Thank you for today as well Y/n, I couldn’t have asked for anything better. Now let’s take you home so you can rest well, even if I don’t want to let you go just yet” he says cheekily.

The elevator dings and you realize that you are already on your floor. You start to feel sad but Mingyu still walks you over to your apartment down the hall, the two of you constantly exchanging glances as you get to your door slowly.

“Goodnight Mingyu! Thank you again, boyfriend, I’ll see you tomorrow at the bakery after class?” You quip. Mingyu nods and you kiss him on the cheek before typing in your door combination.

“Boyfriend huh? Goodnight then Y/n, sleep tight love. I don’t want to let you go just yet” he pouts. You laugh again and give him one last peck, this time on his lips, which causes his eyes to widen again.

“You’ll see me tomorrow! Now go rest up sleepyhead, you always work so hard” After you finish that sentence, you open the door and bid him one last goodbye before he walks away, and you walk into your apartment.

Once the door is closed, you hear the shrieks of your roommates and massage your temples. You were going to be in for it tonight, but at least you finally had the man of your dreams.

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wwooyology · 4 months ago

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Too Far | C.JH

「prompt」 : get out 「pairing」 : bf!jongho x fem!reader 「word count」 : 0.8k

「synopsis」 : when you and jongho had any kind of argument it always ended in a screaming match, however, this time it may have gone too far.

「genre」 : angst

「warnings」 : cussing, arguments, jongho calls reader clingy, lmk if I missed anything!!!

masterlist ─ navi. ─ angstober list

It was supposed to be an uneventful night, one where you and Jongho stayed in, ordered takeout and watched whatever movie you both found. That’s how it started, uneventful. Until Jongho suddenly got a call from one of his friends asking if he could come over and help with the new game he got.

You sat on the couch with the remote in your hand, waiting for him to tell San that he would have to come over another night, but instead, you felt your smile drop with your heart when he told him that he would be over in just a few.

Normally, this wouldn’t have bothered you so much besides the fact that both of you have had midterms all week long on top of your part-time jobs. So the amount of time you have seen each other is close to none. You had been looking forward to this all week long, wanting nothing more than to spend time with your boyfriend.

“Can’t you go tomorrow? We were just about to start the movie," you asked, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. Yet it all crumbled when Jongho shook his head while moving towards the door.

“No, he sounded pretty frantic.” His response was short and it only annoyed you more. Why was he so quick to leave when you haven’t seen each other all week besides a few passing glances in the university halls?

Standing from the couch, you made your way over, “Jongho, we haven’t seen each other all week. Why can’t San wait until tomorrow?”

“Dammit, y/n, not everything has to be about you.” He blew up, standing straight and looking at you. The rise in his volume made you jump before anger started to bubble in your gut.

“I’m not trying to make this about me; why is it so wrong for me to want to spend time with my boyfriend, whom I haven’t seen all damn week?” You seethed, tears involuntarily brimming in your eyes as you stared up at him, “or do you just not want to spend any time with me? Is that it?”

Jongho scoffed, “No, I would rather be here than go out in the middle of the night.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, confused by his words and actions. His words say that he would rather spend time with you, while his actions say otherwise. Although you wanted to believe his words, this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

“Really? Because you seemed so quick to tell San that you were on your way, and for what? A stupid ass game that can easily wait until tomorrow.” You shouted, your anger starting to bubble over the longer you watched him get around to leave. It all just seemed to go in one ear and right out the other, “god, it feels like I’m talking to a fucking brick wall!”

“What do you want me to fucking do, y/n? Turn him down when he’s asking for help?”

“Yes!” You cried, fed up because it felt like you weren’t even looking at the same person anymore. Sure, you both had your fair share of arguments, but you weren’t too sure this was one you’d be coming back from. “He asked for help for a fucking game Jongho; it’s not like his life is on the damn line! He can wait!”

“Oh my god! Pull your head out of your ass, y/n; the world doesn’t revolve around you! If I want to go help my friend in the middle of the night and get out of dealing with your clingy ass, then I will.” He shouted right back at you, and his words hit you like a truck.

Did he really see you as clingy? Is that why he was always so adamant to get away from you? Tears started to roll down your eyes the longer you just stared at him in disbelief. Jongho cursed under his breath as the reality of what he said sunk in and he tried to reach for you, but you were quick to move out of his way.

“Y/n–”

“Get out.” Your voice was steady, but your eyes stayed glued to the ground as tears dripped from your lashes.

“Hold on y/n–”

“I said get out.” You raised your head to meet his eyes, and his heart dropped at the look of anger and hurt on your face. Had he really taken it too far? You raised your hand and pointed at the door with a shaky finger, “If I’m so clingy, then go. Get. OUT!”

It didn’t matter what Jongho tried to do or say; you intervened every time, telling him to leave until he finally did. This left you to stand in the entryway of your apartment, staring at the now-closed door as tears spilled endlessly from your eyes.

Was this really going to be the beginning of the end of your relationship? Because you weren’t too sure if you would be able to come back from it…

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virginsexgod69 · 10 months ago

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❝Jealous ❞

pairing Professor! Daryl Dixon x F! Student! Reader with a sprinkle of Professor Rick

summary After getting drunk with your friends, you wake up at Professor Dixon's place where you explore something new. Rick lets you despite the jealousy brewing inside him.

cw smut, voyeurism, unprotected p in v, jealousy but also cuckolding lowkey, teacher - student relations, power imbalance, age gap, creampie, blow jobs, mentions of underage drinking (Reader is 20, legal drinking age is 21), outdoor sex

2.7k words

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"Ready yet?" Rosita asked.

"Gimme a sec," you replied. You were sat on the floor of your dorm room, doing your makeup in front of the floor-length mirror.

"I'm ready," Maggie said as she grabbed her purse.

Your two best friends, Maggie and Rosita, wanted to go to a bar to celebrate finishing mid terms. You were apprehensive at first, considering you weren't twenty-one quite yet, but they promised you'd still have a good time.

"Alright, let's go!"

Maggie came back to the table carrying everyone's drinks- a cosmopolitan for Rosita and a scotch and soda for her. The drink she slid in front of you was pink with cherries in it.

"Ooh, what's this?" you asked curiously.

"Shirley Temple," Maggie said, struggling to hold back a laugh. Rosita bursted into a contagious fit of giggles, Maggie joining in, but you stared at them with a flat face.

"What? S'not my fault you're not twenty-one yet," she told you once the two of them calmed down.

"Ha. Ha," you said sarcastically before taking a sip of the non-alcoholic beverage. It was delicious, which made you madder. You drank with them all the time outside of bars, but now of all times Maggie wanted to abide by the law?

"Thank god mid terms are over. We can finally rest," Maggie said, leaning back into her seat.

"Is it just me, or was Professor Grimes' midterm unnecessarily hard?" Rosita asked.

"I thought it was fine."

"Speak of the devil," Maggie said and you all turned to look where she was looking. Over at the counter stood Professor Grimes and Professor Dixon, looking delicious in casual clothing. You shrunk in your seat, willing Rick to not see you. You weren't doing anything wrong, but you didn't want him seeing you at a bar to shatter the good girl image you worked so hard to maintain. Thankfully, when the men got their beers, they sat elsewhere without noticing you. You let out a breath of relief you didn't even know you were holding.

"I'ma get me a real drink," you tell your friends as you stand up from the table.

"Told you she'd want a big girl drink," Rosita joked. Maggie laughed but you just rolled your eyes. You sauntered over to the bar and ordered yourself a long island iced tea. Miraculously, your fake ID fooled the bartender, that or she just didn't care. You made sure to keep an eye on Rick’s table, making sure neither of the men saw you.

“See, the fake ID did work!” You boasted upon returning to the table with your drink.

“I’m surprised Eugene even made that for you,” Rosita commented.

“I may have twisted the truth on why I needed it.” The three of you burst into a fit of laughter before going back to chatting about anything and everything.

“I’m gonna order us a round of shots,” Rosita said after a while.

After multiple rounds of shots- you lost count- the three of you were rather tipsy. Maggie and Rosita had to hold you up as you were too tipsy to walk straight. Neither of you were in a state to drive, so you had called a ride.

“Look, it’s Professor Grimes!” You said a little too loudly, obviously pointing at him. Your friends shushed you, covering your mouth with a hand, not wanting the attention of their professor. But it was too late, him and Professor Dixon were on their way over.

“Everything alright, ladies?” He asked. He looked so good in that black t-shirt and jeans and so did Professor Dixon. The cotton fabric could barely restrain his strong arms as they were crossed over his chest.

“Rick!” You squealed, wiggling yourself free from your friends’ arms and stumbling into his. He caught you and held a strong arm around your waist so you wouldn’t fall. The two women stared at the interaction strangely, but didn’t say anything.

“C’mon, we gotta get back to the dorms,” Maggie said, holding her hand out toward you.

“Nooo, wanna go with Rick,” you slurred, burying your face in his chest. Rick sighed.

“I got her, I’ll make sure she gets to her dorm safe,” he promised. The women gave some pushback, but between Rick’s insistence and your whining, they finally agreed to let you go with him. When they finally got picked up by the ride you called, Rick picked you up bridal style and carried you to his car with Daryl in tow.

"You fuckin' yer student?" Daryl asked before taking a drag of his cigarette. He and Rick were sat on his porch, having some beer and smoking together. You were inside, asleep on the couch in one of Daryl's t-shirts. You had fallen asleep in the car ride back to the dorms and neither man thought it’d look right to carry your sleeping form back to your room, so instead they took. You back to Daryl’s place. They couldn’t bring you back to Rick’s considering his wife and kid were there.

"Yeah. S'more than that, though. She's more than just a good fuck," he explained.

"Have her in one of my classes. She's such a tease." Although Rick laughed, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He didn't like the idea of you going around flirting with his colleagues like you do him.

"Yeah? How so?"

"Always wearin' those goddamn low cut tops and leanin' on my desk, or wearin' them tiny skirts with no panties on," he explained. Those little things you did were how you got Rick's attention in the first place. He wondered if he was the only one, or if you did this with all of your professors. The thought left a bad taste in his mouth.

"Never gave into it?" Rick asked, shocked. This time Daryl laughed.

"Ain' riskin' my job over no damn pussy!"

“Hey!” You chimed in, offended. The men’s head snapped toward you, just now realizing you were awake.

“You’re finally awake,” Rick commented. He, surprisingly, didn’t seem too happy to see you. Daryl’s face remained expressionless as he watched the two of you.

“Where am I? What’s going on?” You asked, now way more sober than before.

“You fell asleep in the car, so we took you to Daryl’s house. Got you changed into one of his spare shirts and let you sleep on his couch,” Rick explained cooly. You looked at Daryl and he just glanced up at you with a cigarette in his mouth. You were shocked he’d do something so nice for you, considering he didn’t even look your way, despite your advances.

“Ain't you gonna thank him?”

“Th-thank you, Dar- Professor Dixon,” you said, flustered. “Welcome,” he replied with a nod of his head.

“Take a seat,” Rick ordered, patting his lap. You hesitantly sat on his lap, not really wanting to under the curious gaze of Daryl. With one hand, he roughly grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him.

“You wanna tell me what you were doin’ at that bar, drunk?”

“Uhh…drinking?” His grip tightened, squeezing your cheeks causing your lips to puff out.

“Underage drinking?”

“M-my birthday’s in a few months, Rick, it’s no big-“

“If I were still a cop, I’d’ve thrown your ass in jail.” His tone was dark, almost scary even. Your eyes watered, tears threatening to spill over. You’ve never seen him like this before.

“Rick, why’re you bein’ so m-mean?” You whimpered. Rick understood the hypocrisy of his actions. Punishing you for having eyes for his colleague when he was a married man, using you as an escape from his commitment. It was wrong, but he couldn’t help the anger, the jealousy, he felt knowing he wasn’t the only one.

“Why don’ you ask Professor Dixon?” He turned your head to face him. Shame washed over you. You didn’t want him seeing you like this, a tearful pathetic mess sitting on the lap of your superior after clinging to him like a drunk mess earlier.

“Wha’s goin’ on? I’m c-confused?” You asked, finally letting your tears fall.

Daryl noticed the change in his best friend’s demeanor as soon as he told him about your behavior in his class. Now knowing that you were Rick’s, he’d never betray him like that. No matter how tempted he was by your innocent doe eyes always paying attention to him when he taught, or the way you teased him with the little outfits you wore, or how you’d frequent his office hours, pretending to need help just so you could have one on one time with him.

“Jus’ told him ‘bout your…interestin’ behavior in my class,” he innocently explained before finishing off his beer. He know how much trouble that’d get you in, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interesting in how it’d play out.

You turned to face Rick, ready to deny Daryl’s claims and defend yourself, but the stern look he gave you caused the words to die on your tongue. He lifted you off his lap and pushed you toward the other man, causing you to stumble and clumsily fall in into his lap. He caught you, but kept you at a distance, afraid to touch you, because if he did, he doubted he’d be able to stop.

“If you wan’ him so bad, go on ahead and have him. That’s okay with you, right Daryl?” Rick grabbed another beer from the cooler and uncapped it with his teeth. You looked between the two of them, not even knowing what to think. Daryl, too, was looking at Rick apprehensively.

“Rick, wha’s goin’ on?” Daryl asked.

“Well she clearly wants you and I saw that way you’ve been lookin’ at her all night. So go on and have at each other,” he explained nonchalantly. You and Daryl exchanged a confused glance. Of course you wanted this to happen, obviously not in this way. Daryl did too. Having you in his lap in one of his shirts made his pants fit uncomfortably. You wanted to make a move, you really did, but what should've been a beautiful moment was awkward. Neither you nor Daryl knew if this was a test of some sorts to test either person's loyalty to Rick, or if he was really allowing this.

"It's okay, sweetheart, show Professor Dixon how grateful you are for him helpin' you out." He seemed less angry and held sincerity in his eyes. You relaxed a little, having Rick give you commands was comforting. You slid off Daryl's lap and kneeled in between his legs, looking up at him through your lashes. You undid he belt and unzipped his pants, pulling them down a little after he lifted his hips to let you do so. You glanced over at Rick as you pulled Daryl's hard cock from his boxers. Rick just watched with a blank face and beer bottle in hand. Daryl's warm hand cupped you cheek, earning your full attention.

"Don' look at Rick, look at me," he commanded softly. Butterflies erupted in your tummy seeing this side of the usually reserved professor.

"Yes, sir." You licked him from base to tip along the vein on the underside of his cock a few times before taking him all the way into your mouth. He wasn't as girthy as Rick, but he exceeded him in length, making it hard to take all of him in your throat, but that didn't stop you from trying. You gagged when his tip hit the back of your throat, making your eyes water.

"S'alright, girl, keep goin'," he coaxed. Warmth erupted throughout your body and you became hellbent on pleasuring the gorgeous man before you. You bobbed your head up and down on his dick, earning soft grunts from him here and there, but that wasn't enough, you wanted to have him panting and moaning. You held onto his strong thighs as you took him all the way, this time not gagging. Breathing through your nose, you increased your pace, earning some moans. His hand found the back of your head and held it down as he thrusted up into you, fucking your throat, your nose buried in his brown curls. His moans were music to your ears and made your pussy clench on nothing. You ground your clit against your heel, getting yourself off a bit as Daryl brought himself closer to his climax with your throat.

"Cum down her throat, she likes that," Rick chimed in. Daryl's pace increased until he finally flooded your mouth with his release. You swallowed every drop after he pulled out. With his thumb, he put the cum that spilled out of your mouth back in. You gladly accepted, sucking his thumb for good measure.

"Good girl," he praised. Your cheeks warmed at his praise. You wanted to hear more. You wanted to hear him praise you as he was buried deep in your cunt, pounding into you ready to fill you with his seed.

"Need you," you begged, staring up at him with pleading eyes. He glanced at his friend as if to ask for permission, but all he did was shrug dismissively, like he didn't even care. He didn't want to push the other man's boundaries, but he felt he owed it to himself for all the times he's pushed you away for fear of losing his job. And he felt himself getting hard again. He stood and pulled you up with him before turning you around.

"Bend over," he ordered and you did, holding onto the porch's railing. He lifted his t-shirt you wore, revealing the little red thong you had on. He was beating himself up internally for turning you down for so long. He was tempted to just shove his face between your thighs and lick the arousal coating them and taste every bit of you. He yanked the thong down, letting it fall to your ankles. He stroked himself a few timed before lining his cock up with your sopping pussy. You were so wet, he slid inside with ease. His mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back. You squeezed him perfectly, your warm, plush walls welcoming him home. His hands gripped your hips almost to the point of leaving a bruise, but it all felt too good. He pulled all the way out before slamming back in earning wanton moan from you. He continued thrusting into you, his composure slipping with each thrust. His hands slid up the shirt feeling your body until he got to your breasts. He groped them as he fucked you.

"You're fucking me so good, Daryl," you moaned as your felt the coil in your tummy tightening, a signal of your impending orgasm. Your legs shook as you gripped the railing even tighter.

" 'M close," he grunted, his thrusts losing rhythm as he came close to his second orgasm. Your entire body was on fire, Daryl's hands on you felt new and exciting, every touch of his made your spine tingle. Every ending of your nerves was on fire as you came around his cock, squeezing him for everything he had left.

"This pussy was made fer ma cock," he grunted. He came undone, painting your walls white with his seed. He continued to fuck you through both his and your orgasm. He pulled his now soft cock out of you, watching his cum slowly leak out of your swollen pussy and drip down your thighs. Daryl put himself back together before sitting back down and helping himself to another beer. After catching your breath, you turned to look at Rick, but be was already looking at you. You expected him to be upset that you were physically unable to resist fucking his colleague, his best friend, but instead his pupils were dilated and there was a prominent bulge in his pants. Watching his best friend fuck you definitely did something to him.

"You get that outta your system?" he asked. He was still a little snappy, but you were grateful he wasn't as angry as before.

"Yes, sir," you replied meekly.

"Good. That should hold you over while I'm punishin' you."

i have not once set foot in a bar, hopefully that wasnt obvious in my writing lmao. perhaps you noticed this wasn't proofread :p

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Vibe Check Part 15

Run, Billy, Run

The Frat Boy Au

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Midterms hits the house like a hurricane. Somehow, three days before, everyone suddenly remembers, “Hey. We go to school here.” And they start to buckle down on studying.

Billy, who people were surprised to find out did study, found the whole thing deeply amusing.

The only ones seemingly immune to this fervor were the handful of arts students. While Carver was mainlining Red Bull, Munson had apparently had his “big” final a few weeks ago by playing Tartuffe, and so he was just hanging around idly working on a paper or two.

And Steve is acting pretty harried, but Billy knew for a fact that Steve had turned in his short film and just had to watch a few movies or papers or something.

That’s how Billy finds him, after a few days after the “incident,” holed up in their room under a blanket while someone shouts from his computer in German.

“Hey, Stevie,” Billy says, tossing his bag on the bed.

“Hey.” Steve mumbles, his whole beautiful face lit up by the laptop’s glow. He was just a lump under the blanket, his big round eyes neon blue in the dark.

“What are you watchin’?” Billy asks with a yawn.

“Run Lola Run,” Steve says softly. “You’d like it. Wanna watch the end with me?”

“Yeah,” Billy rubs his eyes and yawns.

Things have been a little strained, but he promised to be normal, happy he’d been granted a do-over. Luckily, right now Billy can chalk up all weird behavior to midterms. If he doesn’t want to sit in the room feeling like Steve hates him? Midterms, gotta study! It’s the perfect plan.

Except for the fact that when he slides in next to Steve and feels the warmth of his skin, it prickles like homesickness.

Hirath, that was the word. Homesickness for a home that may never have existed, or that may never be.

He cozies up, knocking the laptop over so that it scrapes against the wall. Steve doesn’t seem to mind, correcting it with a soft yawn.

“What class is this for?” Billy asks.

“Gaze and visuality,” Steve replies softly, starting it up agan.

There’s a series of quick cuts on the screen but Billy can’t tear his eyes away from the play of light across Steve’s skin.

“That’s Lola. She has twenty minutes to save her boyfriend’s life.”

Billy sneaks a look at the screen. “She doesn’t look like much of a doctor.”

“She has to get 100 grand to save him or his mobster boss is gonna kill him.

“Damn, run faster, Lola,” Billy says.

Steve sniggers. “She’s already failed twice. She’s given her all she’s got, captain!”

Billy snorts. “Oh no, not the spiral staircase! Lola run, more like Lola fall.”

“Can you imagine?” Steve giggles, sneaking a look over.

“I can. It’s like a family guy bit.” Billy shifts a little, trying to get comfortable without getting that close to Steve. There wasn’t a lot of room, but he was trying to keep it more no homo than all over him.

It sucked because getting too close to Steve was one of his very favorite things.

“Hey, uh…” Steve’s big brown eyes skittered back to Billy’s. “Are you going home over break?”

Billy raises one brow. “Not fucking likely.”

Steve sits up a little. “Uh, Robin says there’s this gay bar? The Cottonmouth?”

“You’re not sure?” Billy asks.

“Don’t be a fucking dick. Anyway, Dad’s taking Mom on a cruise, again. So I thought maybe we could go?” Steve toys with the edge of the blanket. God, he was so cute.

“You want me to come?” Billy watches him.

“Yeah, I…” Steve swallows, his throat moving delicately. “I asked Jason already. He’s in, but I guess his boyfriend always goes home for Christmas.”

Billy didn’t even know his hopes had risen enough to sink, but apparently they did, leaving him feel suddenly drained. He doesn’t know what his problem was. Steve hadn’t changed. Billy’s gotten so much more than he ever deserved with Steve’s acceptance and understanding.

And yet Billy, like a fool, still kept hoping for more.

“Sure,” He says, trying to feign nonchalant, even though he’d paused way too long. But Billy’s a master at that, and he turns back to the movie. As if Steve didn’t make his heart race like he was in a free fall.

“Robin says I need to just ‘get out there.’” Steve’s voice trembles a bit on the end and it makes Billy’s heart tremble with it.

“You don’t have to,” Billy says, trying to keep his eyes on the screen, “go at your own pace.”

Steve sighs. “You always know what to say.”

“You are literally the only person in the world that thinks that, Princess. Ask Jason.”

Steve looks down at his blanket, pausing a moment. “So you don’t think I should? Get out there, I mean?”

“Not if it makes you uncomfortable.” Billy says slowly.

He doesn’t even want to think of what could happen if Steve went to the Cottonmouth. How much attention he would get.

“But then when will it get comfortable?” Steve sighs.

Most people, when they’re upset, want Billy to ask questions, pull them out.

With Steve, if he just waits and listens, Steve will start to talk on his own. You just have to let him speak.

“I just feel like I finally got the like… word that’s supposed to explain me. And it does,” Steve starts quietly. “But it comes with all this baggage. And most of the time, I’m just too scared to come out at all, so I wonder if I’m just faking.”

“You’re not faking.” Billy murmurs. “Definitely not. Straight boys just don’t kiss like that.”

“But are you sure?” Steve continues. “What if I’m just mucking everything up just like usual.”

Billy waits a beat before he can’t help but give in.

He shifts a little and wraps an arm around Steve’s shoulders.

“You gonna say something perfect now,” Steve says with a pathetic little head shake, brown bangs bobbing in his face.

“No. I’m gonna give you a hug.” Billy says, pressing Steve’s head into his neck. “You’re worrying too much.”

The laptop tips and falls back, movie now playing to the ceiling.

But Steve doesn’t seem to mind, burrowing into Billy’s neck so quickly it takes Billy’s breath away. They fit together perfectly, like a dream.

“I feel like I just started and I’m failing.” Steve says miserably.. “And I couldn’t even tell you at first because I’m chickenshit.”

He’s speaking into Billy’s neck, the vibrations running through Billy’s neck and straight to his dick because he’s not a statue. If the guy he’s in love with starts nuzzling him and talking about his feelings, he’s going to get hard. He just can’t let Steve find out.

“You can’t fail being gay,” Billy rolls his eyes, chuckling a little.

Steve hesitates, and then starts to shake a little. Panic spears Billy right through the chest. Great going, now he made Steve cry.

But then Steve pulls away, his eyes full of mischief. He laughs, and Billy’s breath gets taken away all over again.

“When I say it out loud it does sound weird.”

“Right, it’s not a test!” Billy says, trying not to be distracted by Steve’s rumpled hair. It’s far too easy to over-imagine things in the fading afternoon light of a movie they’ve both forgotten.

He would come home from class and it could be just like this. Only he would be Steve’s and Steve would be hid.

“Yeah? Sure you don’t want to help me study, Professor Hargrove?” Steve giggles.

Billy’s mind goes blank, mixed up between fantasy and reality, and he just stares a moment while he waits to come back online.

Steve wants to go out. He wants reassurance from his friend. Billy needs to get a damn grip before he forgets that.

Billy reaches out and grabs Steve around the neck, yanking his head to Billy’s chest. He rubs his knuckles into Steve’s scalp hard. Steve yelps and squirms, laughing in a quick bark and gasping.

“Alright, Jesus, I’ll go out with ya,” Billy growls.

Steve manages to get his arms around Billy’s chest, grappling to get away. The laptop falls to the carpet with a full thud, cutting off the frantic music.

But it’s hard to clock it over Steve’s pained groan as he finally shoves Billy away and smacks weakly at Billy’s hands.

They struggle with a moment, arms tangling. Billy can only let out a helpless laugh when Steve straddles his stomach and tries to shove his hands above his head.

“Quit it,” Steve mumbles, shoving Billy’s hands to the bed and making a helpless noise, tightening his thighs against Billy’s bucking.

“‘Professor Hargrove,’ you’re such a dick,” Billy laughs, breathless.

Steve finally pins down Billy’s wrists, one in each hand. He’s huffing on a laugh of his own and then freezes, leaned over Billy.

Steve is flushed, his hair an absolute wreck. And he’s right fucking there, and Billy wants this so bad it feels like death to be this close to it.

Steve must see something on Billy’s face because he jerks in place, body twisting. His thighs flex as he lets Billy’s wrists go and leaps off the bed, almost falling.

“So you’ll go. Um, great. We’ll… um, we’ll go on Tuesday after most of the house leaves.” Steve nods along with himself like a bobble head doll.

“Yeah,” Billy squawks. “Tuesday sounds great. I… you know what, I need to shower because I was totally sweating in my lab.”

“Yeah. Totally.” Steve turns away, looking at the door and running his hands through his hair frantically.

“Yeah.” Billy nods, rising quickly and heading to the bathroom hastily.

With the door closed, it feels like it was a dream. A wet dream.

He can’t even grapple with what just happened. Not with his skin burning with the heat of Steve’s hands. Not until after he jacks off.

As he strips off his clothes with shaking hands, he wonders if Steve knows what he’s doing. The shame of that didn’t dim the arousal. He runs his hands down his face.

He wishes he could start over, go back to the moment he walked in. Maybe just walk right in to the shower. Maybe kiss Steve and pin him down on the bed.

He wishes he wasn’t such a coward.

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satantica · 2 years ago

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how haikyu boys would kiss you

you couldn’t go to bed without him. you were patiently waiting for his return from work by reading a book in a muffled light when you heard the door slam. you put the book on the nightstand near the bed as the door in the room opened. he looked exhausted, the tie half taken off, the top of the shirt unbuttoned, eyes extinguished. he slowly sat down across the bed and carefully put his hand on your ankle. he nervously exhaled as he squeezed your ankle a bit harder. you rushed to move closer to him taking his hand and making him look at you. he looked up in your eyes. there was no need for words. you could feel his desperate wish to forget about everything with you. he was tired and couldn’t ask more from you. the muffled light looked so good on him even though he was overwhelmed. your hand drew his head to you. your neck was covered with goosebumps as you felt his warm breath. he started kissing your neck slowly but desperately. he put all his gratitude and adoration in every kiss. your skin responded to every touch of his lips. it was so gentle, so careful and persistent at the same time as he was scared that you would disappear. he moved his hand from your ankle to the scapula pulling you closer. his lips held onto your skin longer with every time. he couldn’t get enough of you.

akaashi keiji, KEISHIN UKAI, osamu miya, oikawa tooru, TSUKISHIMA KEI, SAKUSA KIYOOMI, kenma kozume

you were studying for your midterm as he was sitting in an armchair reading some magazine. “it’s so cold here” he said unobtrusively. you smirked but didn’t look away from the papers “then put some clothes on.” you could feel his unsatisfied gaze at you. he put down his magazine and crossed his legs. “my love, can you bring me my hoodie? i would’ve done it myself but I don’t know where you put it. I think you could use a little break. I bet these papers got the best time of their existence by getting your undivided attention. your eyes shouldn’t work that hard.” you agreed with him and got up. your neck was a mess after sitting with all these notes for several hours. and as you were passing him he grabbed your hand making you fall onto his lap. “seriously, that was your plan?” you laughed. he grinned getting your hair behind your ear “not yet.” he raised his knee so you would lean on his chest. he moved his finger to your chin drawing your lips to his. “god, I missed them these hours” he said before kissing you impulsively, supporting your back with his free hand so you wouldn’t fall. after a while he would grab your other leg managing to get you completely sit on him.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME, terushima yuuji, SUGAWARA KOUSHI, morisuke yaku, goshiki tsutomu, yamaguchi tadashi, SAWAMURA DAICHI, suna rintarou

you both finally got home after exhausting party at work of yours. you two were a little tipsy as you thought it would help to take the stress off. and since when he hadn’t stop from commenting on everything and you hadn’t stop laughing at every his line. you finally took a break and said tiredly "oh gosh, I wish we didn’t have to change and just went to sleep like that.” he glanced at you while taking the shoes off and smiled. “alright.” he effortlessly lifted you in the air holding you under the arms. he carried you this way to the living room. he laid on the couch putting you on him. he was trying to get in the right position so you would feel comfortable. you tried to resist at first but finally let your head rest on his warm, giant chest. you’ve never felt this secure and safe. he patted your head softly, kissing it every time his hand got to your neck. when you fell asleep he couldn’t help it and carefully placed your hands closer to his head, so he would lovingly kiss them in order not to wake you up. this was the moment he wanted to carry with him everywhere for the rest of his life.

azumane asahi, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, haiba lev, wakatoshi ushijima, OSAMU MIYA, kita shinsuke, KENTARO KYOTANI, kageyama tobio

you were having breakfast and tried to concentrate on the amount of things you had to do today. “mood spoiled from the very start of the day?” he tilted his head surprised by how cute you looked. you frowned and put the phone away “just a list of things I got to do.” he smirked “am I on this list? oh fuck, I’m gonna be late.” he pulled your chair closer to him with his foot enjoying the view and then suddenly enfolded your face with both of his hands. he devilishly suffocated you with his lips not letting go of your face. it was so passionate as if he literally drank all the blood from your lips. he stopped as his hand was sliding from your cheek to your chin. he definitely was going to do all of that it again. but then he froze in millimeter from your lips and whispered “don’t forget to return me this one when I get back.” he left giving you an air kiss. oh, this man… what you had to do today by the way?

ATSUMU MIYA, tanaka ryuunosuke, KUROO TETSUROU, yamamoto taketora, tendou satori, OIKAWA TOORU, nishinoya yuu, suna rintarou

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probablysimpledreams · 2 years ago

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Nothing Less Than the Best

(College AU Ace x reader: NSFW)

a/n: God I'm so happy I had some time to write bc this idea has been in my head for a moment!!! As the title mention, it's a college AU so no pirate business here lol. Ace is in a band (named the White Beard Pirates) bc that is just so hot to me<3

cw: masturbation, fingering (receiving), oral (giving), praise, Ace gets a lil rough hehe, and reader is written gender neutral but does have female parts

wc: a tad over 1.7k

You sigh as you throw your backpack on the ground, kicking your shoes off as you enter your dorm room. The exhaustion was weighing your body down as midterm stresses had you on campus from sunrise to sunset. Despite wanting to flop on your bed, you muster up the last of your energy to take a hot shower.

The warm water and steam provides you almost the exact amount of relief you were craving, stepping out of the shower feeling like a new person. You quickly finish up your skincare routine, patting down your face and sliding into a the big comfy t-shirt your boyfriend had "forgotten" the last time he was over. You smiled at yourself in the mirror as you admire yourself in Ace's old shirt. Even though you two have been dating for a few months, the butterflies never left your stomach when you thought of him.

Almost as if he knew you were lost in thought over him, your phone dings with a message from Ace.

"Hey babe, show just ended! It was WILD!! Get some rest, that's what I'm plannin' to do once we pack up. Excited to see you tomorrow!"

You smile as you read the message, feet kicking slightly as you now are laying down in bed all comfy. You type up a quick response, recapping on your long yet productive study day and how excited you are to have some time with him soon. As much as you wanted to go to his show tonight, you knew getting all your assignments out of the way today would ultimately give you more time with him.

Despite being absolutely exhausted, you can't stop tossing and turning. The excitement you feel for tomorrow seems to be stronger than any tiredness, as all you can focus on is your boyfriend. Even though you weren't at tonight's show, you can picture exactly how your boyfriend looked on stage. Head bobbing with a smile, sweat dripping down his face, hair flying around, hands shredding the guitar. Ace had such large, rough hands. You loved how they felt holding yours. Or how they felt when he grabbed your waist, when they pulled you into a kiss.

I wonder how they'd feel inside me? A whine escapes your mouth at the thought, and you've never been so happy your roommate went home a day earlier than usual for the weekend. Now your mind was racing with how'd you imagine Ace's fingers would feel inside you, sliding inside you with ease as he sings your praises. The way his large fingers would curl inside you, the smirk on his face when you cry out his name. You rub your thighs just thinking about it.

"Fuck it," you huff as you shoot out of bed to grab your vibrator. You waste no time jumping back into bed, sliding off your underwear as you set the toy to your favorite level. You cover your mouth with your free hand as you play with yourself, mumbling out Ace's name as you guide yourself to your finish. You mindlessly throw the toy on your desk, mind hazy as you happily drift to sleep.

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"Here babe, I got," Ace smiles as he takes your keys and opens your door. "After you," he winks as he holds the door with his free hand, pizza box in the other. The two of you were back after a fun day in the park, walking around and playing on the swings. Afterwards, you two decided to grab pizza and head in for a movie night full of cuddles and relaxing.

"I'll be right back," you call out as you head into the bathroom, wanting to freshen up and throw on clean clothes after being in the sun all day. Ace nods as he places the pizza box down on a free spot on your desk, smiling to himself as he looks around your room. Ace loved how your personality shined in your decorating, as your walls were full of pictures and posters and desk full of trinkets. His eyes widen as he spots something new on your desk, a faint blush spreading to his cheeks as he picks it up.

"Okay, so after a lot of thinking, I vote we watch-" you stop in your tracks as you look at Ace sitting on your bed with a wide grin, swinging your vibrator around. "Where did you get that?"

"It was sitting on your desk," he chuckles at your embarrassment. You were in such a rush this morning that you forgot to put the toy back in its usual hiding place. "Looks like someone had fun last night." You avert your gaze from him as he approaches you, arm wrapping around your waist to press your body against his. "Let's see who's better, me or this." You look back at him with wide eyes as he tosses the vibrator back on your desk, hand now pulling you into a deep kiss. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, tiny gasps leaving you as he keeps you in a passionate kiss. He doesn't leave your mouth as he picks you up, hands cupping your ass as he carries you back to where he was originally seated on your bed. His hands lock on your waist, low growl escaping him as you grind against his hardening cock.

You two pull away at the same time, gasping for air. He flashes you a smile, cheeks growing rosier by the second. He ushers you to lay down against your pillow. You let go of his muscle tank you were gripping tightly, watching as he throws the White Beard Pirates band muscle tank on the ground. You drool at the sight before you, his muscular body only turning you on more.

"Hey now, my eyes are up here sweetheart," he laughs as he catches you admiring his physique. You let out a chuckle and roll your eyes at him. His hands find their way back to your waist, sliding off your shorts and underwear in a quick motion. He licks his lips at the sight, excitement fueling both your and his bodies'. He takes two fingers and begins rubbing your clit, making you cry out.

"Shhh shh easy baby," his voice is low. He continues this motion, humming as he watches your legs twitch slightly. "Are you ready for more?"

"Yes, please!" you squirm, making him chuckle.

"So needy," he shakes his head as he slides both fingers once on your clit inside you. "Such a beautiful sight." He starts at a slow pace, enjoying the small moans leaving your mouth. Once he feels you've had time to get comfortable to the stretching sensation, he picks up the pace. His fingers pumping in and out of you at a pace that has your head spinning. Your body shakes as he keeps up his pacing, a giant smirk painted across his face, just like the one you pictured last night as you played with yourself.

"You're doing so well baby," he praises as you moan softly. "Such a good job." He can't help but moan himself as he watches you lose composure around his fingers, free hand moving to palm himself through his now tight shorts. As he feels you squeezing around his fingers, he curls them up, earning a loud moan from you.

"A-Ace!!" you exclaim, body squirming as you near your finish.

"Yes?" he growls, smirk still painted on his face. "Do you feel good, _____? Do I make you feel good?"

"T-the best!" you cry out.

"Good." His thumb starts rubbing your clit as his fingers keep up a fast pace inside you. The pleasure is overwhelming as you tighten around him, cries of his name leaving your mouth alongside a few tears from your eyes. He doesn't stop as you ride out your high, body shaking. Once you lay still he slides himself out of you, causing you to shake. Your vision is blurry, but you chuckle as you watch him lick your juices off his fingers.

"Soooooo, about that pizza," his stomach growls as he asks, causing both of you to laugh.

"I'm pretty hungry too," you a faint smirk on your face. You get up from the bed, Ace sitting there with a confused look as he watches your movements. "But I don't think I want pizza juuust yet." You kneel on the ground, spreading his legs open. Your hand rubs against his clothed, aching cock. He hisses as your hand moves away from it, toying with the waistband of his jean shorts. His eyes light up with excitement, helping you slide his shorts off. You swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, causing him to throw his head back and moan. His usual patience had run out for the day, as he pushes your head down to take all of him in your mouth. You gag, prompting an apology from him which makes you giggle. His actions told you exactly what you needed to know, wasting no time bobbing your head as you suck him off. His hands pull at your hair as his moans fill up the room. Any ounce of composure completely gone, as he starts thrusting into your mouth. A few tears roll down your face as you gag on him, the pain bringing shockwaves of pleasure to your core. It only takes a few more moments before he cries out your name, hot release filling your mouth. He pants as he tilts his head down to look at you, swallowing and face stained with tears.

"S-sorry bout that," he avoids eye contact as he mutters out the words. He usually is better at controlling himself, but he couldn't help himself after getting you off. You chuckle as his shyness, getting up to grab the pizza box and bring it over to the bed. He kisses your cheek softly as you place the box on his lap. You sit next to him, smiling as he feeds you pizza.

A comfortable silence fills the room as you two eat. Nothing beat moments like this. There was no rush, no deadlines, no pressure. Just you, Ace, and good food in the after sex glow.

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mvrdermeharder · 2 months ago

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Ok so i’m gonna complain a lot in this post feel free to skip reading it, i just feel like i have to vent as i can’t really do that irl.

Bc i’m gonna throw up i fucked up so bad this time: there’s no way i can finish my music project that’s due tonight, so here goes like 20 points of the course… now i’ll have no choice but to get at least 25/30 points on the midterm music exam so i won’t have to repeat this class next year or be kicked out… and me scoring that high on this exam is basically next to impossible, bc we have a huge amount of material to study. And it’s even harder for me bc it’s all in spanish and all of it is very complicated as i have never studied music before. I don’t even know yet what happens if i don’t get enough points to complete this class, idk if i’ll have to repeat it next year or if it’ll be expulsion… i’ll write an email to the professor tomorrow to find that out, but oh god i’m really going to cry at this point my extreme procrastination problem is literally ruining my life. I really need to get my shit together but i just simply can’t do it no matter how much i’ve been through this exact same situation. I really hate this. I really really do.

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mer-acle · 3 months ago

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okay yeah no I'm not going to bed just yet.

Heres an convo between me and my fav prof (the one like athena. Yes.) (Also. She was looking fucking divine today. A tight little black dress, really highneckline, wide arms at the end. The most gorgeous earings ever and her hair??? Ugh. I literally said "oh good god" when she came into class. Sorry. Simping over.)

Well firstly she asked if we had any idea about our midterm exam and a student joked about it being easy. And she laughed. Oh god. Ahh. "You must not know me then" dying. Ahhhhh (okay apparently the simping is not over sorry)

After the end of the class I went up to her desk bc I'm a simp or nerd or whatever and just listened to people asking questions to her. Someone I know asked about the virgin goddesses so she started counting them. Right. Hestia Artemis and.. she had a problem remembering the last one. And I swear I tried but I couldn't hold myself back. Literally went Athena!! While I was not even part of the conversation. My best friend was next to me she was me trying to keep it together but getting too excited lmao (she says its "cute" hshshshs) The way that woman smiled at my answer. Fucking dying. Help. Like. Idk if I'm being crazy but she knew I was right there and listening. She knows I'm good at her classes and she definitely knows who the three virgin goddesses are. She taught us that for fucks sake. And the way she immediately smiled at me when I said it. DJSJJSDHDHHSYSEBDBXUDGSBDNFCUUDHEBRJFUXJDJDJDJDJDJSYSHBDJDNDNDNDNDJDJDYDHHEHEHDHDHDJE

Anyway you can find my body at tartarus. Where it belongs.

The plot thickens your teacher is goddamn Athena

And you're getting chosen rn just so you're prepared

Honestly isn't that literally how WotM went? She's doing it AGAIN

And Eve... I have bad news for you... Being Athena's champion and having a bad sense of direction historically didn't go so well ... I hope you're prepared to take 20 years home from the grocery store one day... :P

#epic athena #tasha asks #tartarus buddies tag

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girls night

pairing: elektra natchios x fem!reader

summary: elektra is always trying to convince you to come out with her. one night, you convince her to stay in.

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of alcohol, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 4.5k

a/n: this one goes out to my one & only @pleasurebuttonwrites. thank you for requesting this & letting me be a feral whore for my babygirl elektra. ❤️ as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

To say you were intimidated when you first met your roommate would be a severe understatement. Elektra Natchios radiated pure confidence, came from a family that was richer than God, and always got whatever she wanted.

Oh, and on top of that, she was drop dead fucking gorgeous.

The second you stepped through the door of your shared dorm room, her deep brown eyes were on you, shamelessly analyzing you from head to toe before meeting your stupefied gaze. A playful smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she quirked one of her perfectly arched dark brows.

“You must be Y/N?”

And she had an accent. Of course she fucking did.

You couldn’t even speak. She was dressed to the nines in an outfit that probably cost more than your entire life with perfectly straightened hair while you were…well…it was move in day so you had on a comfy pair of leggings and your favorite sweatshirt, and your hair that you hadn’t brushed in three days was tied in a knot on top of your head that was far too messy to be passed off as cute.

Clutching onto your bag a little tighter, you feebly nodded as you stared at her. Elektra seemed to find your quietness amusing, because her lips pulled into a full blown devilish grin as she sauntered over to you.

“Oh don’t be shy, little dove. We live together now. I’ll get you to open up for me sooner or later.”

Elektra fully taking you under her wing was not something you had anticipated. You weren’t really sure what to think of her at first. You didn’t necessarily think she would be a mean girl, but you certainly didn’t think she would like you. The two of you were polar opposites.

Elektra could be abrasive to some, demanding oftentimes, and probably came off as a spoiled brat to anyone that dared to tell her no, but she was always gentle and patient with you.

She constantly invited you to come out with her friends, which you always graciously declined, to which she would purse her ruby lips in a pout and give you pleading eyes that nearly made you give in; but she never pushed you.

“Alright, fine. Don’t come have a good time with me. Just break my heart, yet again.”

She asked for your opinions on placement when she wanted to re-decorate, which happened to be every two months like clockwork.

“Styles come and go, love. We’ve got to keep up with the times. Don’t you think the couch would look better over there?”

She constantly bought you things that she would just leave around for you to find, knowing that you would protest if she tried to give them directly to you, and would come up with an excuse as to why you both needed it.

“Darling, your coffee machine was practically being held together by duct tape. Besides, you love espresso, and so do I. And it came in your favorite color. We need the best caffeine money can buy if we’re to survive midterms, yeah?”

You warmed up to her pretty quickly, granted she didn’t give you an opportunity not to, but you never felt like you could fully let go with her.

Because you had a massive crush on her.

It made you want to slam your head against the nearest wall, because falling for your best friend? What a total fucking cliche.

But still, every time she crawled onto the couch and laid her head in your lap asking you to read whatever was in your hands to her, your heart started to thrash against your ribcage. Every time she grabbed onto your arm or held your hand when the two of you were walking around campus, you tried to fight the blaze that stained your cheeks a deep shade of pink. Every time she joined you in your bed in one of your oversized t-shirts and nothing else, snuggling up close to you for movie night, it left you feeling heavy with despondency.

Because it was so fucking easy.

Being with Elektra was like breathing. She understood you in a way that no one ever had, or had taken the time to try to before. She made sure that you felt included on the rare occasion that you did join her for a group outing. She listened patiently and intently when you vented about having a bad day, and always offered words of encouragement or comfort, whichever one you needed most. She made you feel worthy and supported, and wanted.

“Don’t know what I’d do without you, little dove.”

But she also let you in too. She let you see the sides of her that she hid from everyone else. She let you hold her when she cried. She confided her fears and mistakes in you. She pleaded for forgiveness when she lost her temper because of a sour mood. She let you see the real Elektra.

Which only made it harder for you to deny how you really felt.

Because Elektra was beautiful, and witty, and intelligent, and kind. She was the beaming sun right in the center of your universe, and you were drawn to her like gravity.

But so was everyone else.

And Elektra was never alone.

She always had a boyfriend that she would either dump because she didn’t feel like they were good enough, or drown in a bottle of mezcal over because they’d treated her poorly. In the five months that you’d known her, she had never dated a girl, or expressed any interest in them, which made you more adamant about hiding your feelings.

Because falling in love with your best friend was one thing. But falling for your best friend, that you lived with, that was straight, was a whole other thing.

You ran the risk of not just making your friendship with Elektra awkward by telling her the truth and ruining everything, but losing her friendship completely, and also having to find a new place to live when you inevitably freaked her out and made her uncomfortable.

As you laid on your stomach on Elektra’s bed, you watched her while she got ready in front of her vanity, letting out a soft sigh.

“Ellie, do you have to go tonight?”

“My presence has been requested, and there’s an open bar.”

“We have an open bar.”

Elektra glanced at you in the reflection of the mirror, her signature smirk curling at the edge of her lips as she pulled off the cap of her lipstick.

“You could always join me.”

“Or you could stay.”

Elektra paused as she stared at you in the mirror, tilting her head to the side slightly as her smirk evaporated. Your heart suddenly started to beat louder in your ears. You never asked her to stay when she said she was going out.

“Do you want me to?”

There was an emotion in her eyes that you couldn’t read. No one was better at masking how they really felt than her, and it annoyed you since you couldn’t hide your feelings to save your own life. Dropping your gaze to the book beneath you that you had been pretending to read, you lightly shrugged your shoulders.

“You don’t have to. We just…haven’t had a night just us in awhile. Thought we could have a girls night or something.”

Please stay. Don’t go out tonight. Don’t go home with some asshole.

When you lifted your gaze, a sharp gasp slipped past your lips and your eyes widened slightly seeing that Elektra had knelt in front of the end of the bed and was staring right at you.

“I’ll stay if you want me to.”

You always felt nervous under the intensity of her alluring gaze. Letting out a soft laugh, you glanced back down at your book.

“You sure? Your presence was requested.”

Elektra grasped your jaw in her hand to lift your gaze, staring into your eyes as she nodded in your direction.

“You’re more important.”

You were frozen in place, unable to tear your eyes away from hers, and your heart was beating so loud you swore she could hear it in the silence. After what felt like an eternity, but was more likely about a minute, Elektra dropped your chin and clasped her hands together with a bright smile on her lips.

“So, girls night. What shall we do?”

An entire pizza and half a bottle of tequila later, you and Elektra were on the couch trying to decide what latest drinking game you should play. A tiny little voice in the back of your head was trying to warn you about something…something about alcohol being a truth serum and another drinking game being a bad idea…but you were having so much fun, you simply drowned it out. Elektra waved her hand around frantically as she moved to sit on her knees on the couch in front of you, a devious smile on her lips as her eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Ooh, I’ve got one. Let’s play truth or dare.”

“Oh come onnnn, Ellie. You know everything about me already-”

“Don’t be a coward, darling. Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“Sense of adventure? What are you-”

“Shh shh shh. We’re playing. You go first.”

Rolling your eyes with a playful smile, you leaned your head back against the couch as you took another sip of your drink.

“Okay, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Okay…I dare you…to…not spend money for an entire day.”

A shocked gasp parted Elektra’s lips as she stared at you with wide eyes, scoffing loudly as she reached for her drink.

“Evil. Dares are supposed to be fun, not mean.”

“That was not mean!”

“Was too. Fine, I see how this game is going to be. Truth or dare, love. Choose wisely.”

Elektra arched one of her dark brows in challenge as a wolfish grin settled on her lips. The look in her eyes suddenly made you nervous, and you giggled anxiously as you lightly shrugged.

“Fine, truth.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun.”

“You said choose wisely.”

Elektra tilted her head to the side slightly as she studied you, her mocha eyes traveling from the top of your face down to your bare thighs where your shirt had ridden up slightly. They lingered there for a moment before snapping back up to yours.

“Have you ever been in love?”

Your lips parted in surprise at the question, and you quickly averted your gaze to the contents of your glass.

Yes.

“Um…I…think so, yeah.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Why not?”

“I never…never told them.”

“Why?”

“I…just didn’t. Truth or dare?”

A displeased sigh slipped from Elektra’s mouth as she sat back on her heels, taking another sip of her drink.

“Truth.”

“Are your parents really not going to be home for Christmas, or did you feel bad I was staying here alone?”

Elektra narrowed her eyes slightly and pursed her lips as she looked over at you.

“They’ll be in Mont Blanc.”

“And you didn’t want to go?”

“I got burnt out as a child. Truth or dare?”

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you traced your finger around the rim of your glass as you hummed in thought.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to tell me why you didn’t tell that person you were in love with them.”

You instantly flickered your eyes up to find that Elektra was already staring at you expectantly. She had that look on her face that let you know she wasn’t letting this go anytime soon. Letting out a heavy exhale through your nose, you shook your head as you downed the rest of your glass.

“Because I knew it wouldn’t work out.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not their…type.”

“Did they tell you that?”

“No-”

“Then how do you know?”

“Because I just…know, Elektra. Can we drop it, please?”

Elektra pursed her lips in a dissatisfied pout at the use of her full name. Reaching over to set your glass on the coffee table, you moved to stand as you tucked your hair behind your ears.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

Before you could get off the couch, Elektra grabbed onto your wrist and reached over to set her glass on the coffee table next to yours.

“Not yet. I have one more dare for you.”

“I’m really not in the-”

“I dare you to kiss me.”

All of the oxygen in your lungs seemed to disappear as those five words hit your ears. Your eyes nearly tripled in size as you stared at Elektra in complete bewilderment. Surely your buzzed brain hadn’t heard her correctly.

“W-What?”

“You heard me.”

There was no humor dancing around in her eyes. Her stunning features were void of any hints of playfulness or jest. As a matter of fact, she almost looked…nervous? You could see her chest start to rise and fall a little quicker when you didn’t attempt to move or speak, and her tongue quickly darted out to wet her lips.

“It…it’s me, isn’t it? The one you’re in love with?”

Elektra stared at you with hope glimmering in her irises and a timid smile ghosting across her lips as she inched closer on her knees. All you could do was gaze at her while your brain tried to process her words and form a coherent reply. Had you had that much tequila? Were you passed out and dreaming right now?

No…her words had evaporated every drop of alcohol in your system. You were completely stone cold sober at the moment and stupefied in place. The longer the silence drew on, the more the hope in her eyes morphed into panic, and that little voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to say something.

Suddenly Elektra climbed onto your lap and took your face in her hands, frantically searching your eyes and nodding as a nervous smile tugged at her mouth.

“Tell me it’s me. Please…tell me it’s me. Kiss me and tell me it’s me.”

Elektra looked like she was on the verge of tears, and there was a vulnerability lodged in her throat that you had never heard in her voice before as she pleaded with you.

“It’s you, Ellie.”

A tear slipped down her cheek as she broke out into the biggest grin you had ever seen on her face, laughing happily as she surged forward to capture your lips in a soft kiss. The spark you felt when your lips connected seemed to jolt you out of the trance you were in, and your hands flew up to grip onto her waist to pull her closer. Her lips were just as pillowy and warm as you’d imagined they would be, and you hummed in satisfaction at how good it felt to finally kiss her.

Elektra pulled away slowly to look at you, her eyes searching yours as she rubbed her thumb along your cheekbone. A slight furrow formed between your brows as you looked back at her.

“Wait…are you-”

“In love with you? Yes.”

“And you’re just now telling me?”

“You didn’t tell me either.”

“Yeah but…you…had…boyfriends. Lots of them.”

Elektra rolled her eyes as she grinned, moving closer on your lap as she shook her head slowly.

“Just play things, darling. Nothing more. All I really wanted was you. Thought I was making that clear, but I suppose I wasn’t doing a very good job.”

“I…guess I just thought…you wouldn’t want me…like…that.”

Elektra’s eyes suddenly darkened, and the look had your breath hitching in your throat. She leaned in languidly, tracing her thumb over your bottom lip as her mouth split into a wicked smirk.

“Why don’t you let me show you how I want you?”

She didn’t wait for an answer as she surged forward again, capturing your lips this time in a much hungrier kiss. She nipped lightly at your bottom lip before soothing it with her tongue, and your lips instantly parted in a gasp. You couldn’t hold back the moan that echoed in your throat when Elektra slipped her tongue in your mouth, and your grip immediately tightened on her waist. She kissed you so fiercely it made you dizzy, and you fought your need to breathe so that you didn’t have to stop.

Elektra trailed her opened mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck as you panted, gently nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck and sucking harshly at the juncture above your collarbone. A soft whine fell from your mouth feeling her tongue soothe the sting of her bites and bruises, and you shivered as her warm breath fanned over the shell of your ear.

“Sound so pretty, little dove. Wonder what other pretty sounds you can make for me, hm?”

You tightly fisted her shirt to pull her even closer, reveling in the sound of her melodic giggle filling your ears.

“You wanna take this off?”

“Please.”

Gripping onto the hem of her shirt, you quickly tugged it upwards, moaning softly at the sight of Elektra’s bare chest. Gazing up at her in desperation, a wide grin split her mouth open as she moved her dark hair off her shoulders, grabbing your wrists to guide your hands upwards.

“You can touch me.”

Delicately cupping her breasts in your hands, you gave them a gentle squeeze before brushing your thumbs over her nipples, your mouth falling open at the way she let her head fall back and arched her chest further into your needy palms. Sitting up a little, you leaned in to attach your lips to her neck, teasing her nipples between your thumbs and index fingers as you grazed your teeth along her shoulder. Elektra started to slowly rock her hips against yours, which caused the heat between your thighs to rage into a wildfire, and you could feel your thighs starting to stick together with desire.

All of a sudden Elektra pushed at your shoulders, gripping onto the hem of your shirt to tear it over your head, and she wrapped her hand around your throat as she pulled you in for another passionate kiss. You moaned into her mouth in surprise at the feeling of her slender fingers wrapped around your throat, digging your fingertips into her thighs as your tongues tangled together. Her other hand boldly explored your chest, alternating between squeezing at your breasts and toying with your nipples, causing you to whine against her lips.

Pulling away breathlessly, Elektra moved off of your lap to sink onto her knees before you, staring up at you with eyes completely eclipsed with lust. She pulled you closer to the edge of the couch by your hips and leaned in to wrap her lips around one of your nipples, causing you to moan out loudly in surprise. She swirled her tongue slowly around the peaked bud, and you cried out when she lightly bit down on it. Her free hand parted your thighs so she could move further in between them, and you gasped when her nails dragged along your lower stomach right above your panty line.

“I want these off.”

All you could do was feebly nod as she tugged the soaked fabric down your legs, her mouth hanging open as she spread your thighs further apart. An eager moan fell from her mouth as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip, rubbing her thumb in slow circles on your inner thigh.

“Oh darling…look at you. What a mess you’ve made for me. So pretty, my love. Can I show you how pretty you are?”

“Ellie…please…”

Elektra closed her eyes for a moment as a proud smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Letting them flutter open slowly, she locked her gaze on yours as she moved her hand closer between your thighs, keeping eye contact as she collected some of the wetness dripping from your core. The delicate touch made you jump, and you whined as you stared back at her with need.

“Please.”

“Say my name again.”

“Ellie…”

Elektra sank her teeth deep into her bottom lip as she slowly pushed her finger into your welcoming heat, her lips parting slowly as your mouth hung open and your head dipped back. You sucked in a deep breath as she retracted it slowly before slipping it right back in easily.

“Again.”

“Please…”

Elektra reached forward to wrap her hand around your throat again, giving it a light squeeze as she gazed into your eyes, gliding her tongue along her front teeth before flashing you a devious smirk.

“Say my name again, little dove. Let me hear you beg for me.”

“Elektra…please.”

Before her name could even fully roll off your tongue, her head was between your thighs, and her lips were wrapped around your clit. You moaned loudly at the sensation of her warm mouth and wet tongue devouring you as she slipped another of her fingers inside you. You couldn’t help but roll your hips upwards against her face in search of more, which she didn’t seem to mind. Elektra hummed against your pussy, which sent vibrations of pleasure throughout your lower half, and you moaned her name again when she curled her fingers upwards against that spongy part inside you that turned you into an incoherent fucking mess.

You weren’t sure what was louder; the sounds of you desperately crying out her name or the obscene slurping sounds coming from Elektra sucking fervently on your clit while her expert fingers explored inside the depths of you. She moaned again when you slipped your fingers into her dark hair and tugged, and it made your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head.

“Ellie…please…”

Your voice came out so high pitched and breathless, you didn’t even recognize it. Elektra replaced her tongue with her thumb, massaging your clit in quick circles with applied pressure as she looked up at you with her lips glossed with your wetness.

“God, I could come just from how good you taste. You’re doing so well for me, my love. Doing so good letting me have you like this. I want you to come on my face, can you do that for me?”

“Fuck…Elektra…”

A huge grin took over her mouth as her tongue darted out to lick over her lips, teeth lightly grazing over her bottom lip as she hummed.

“Love the way you say my name. Make it sound so pretty. Now, make me proud and come on my face.”

Elektra dipped her head back down between your thighs, alternating between lapping at your clit and sucking on it with renewed vigor. Her fingers continued to massage that spongy tissue inside you in a ‘come closer’ motion with more pressure, and you gripped onto the back of her head to grind your hips against her face. Your moans got breathier and higher in pitch the more your orgasm steadily built in your lower half, and Elektra hummed against you in encouragement, various chants of mm’s & mhm’s reverberating against your core.

“Yes…yes…right…right there, please. Please Ellie…ah…oh fuck!”

When you finally reached your peak, a blinding white orchestra of electricity buzzed in your veins and sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout your entire nervous system. Elektra continued to drag her soft tongue along your slick pussy as she gripped onto your thighs tightly, digging her nails so hard into your flesh that she left maroon crescent shaped indentations behind. She didn’t stop even as you came down from riding out your high, and you nearly sobbed from overstimulation as you futilely pushed at her shoulders.

With the loss of her warm mouth, the cool air hitting your soaked cunt felt like a slap, and you winced with a whine as you clamped your thighs shut. Elektra giggled softly as she rubbed your thighs soothingly, moving to climb onto your lap once again as she held your face against her chest and ran her fingers slowly through the ends of your hair.

“Sorry, my love. I get a bit greedy when it comes to you.”

You attempted to respond with something that made sense as you attempted to catch your breath, but it must have come out scrambled, because Elektra simply laughed and cradled your face in her palm as she gazed down at you adoringly and cooed.

“Aww, little dove. Did I break you?”

“No.”

“Hm, shame. Shall I try again?”

“No! Let me…regain the feeling in my legs, God.”

Elektra beamed with pride as she tucked your hair behind your ear, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

“So, does that clear things up?”

“Cristal.”

“I’ve actually got some in the fridge. Should we pop it open to celebrate?”

“Celebrate what?”

“Me being right.”

The look of confusion that twisted up your features had Elektra smirking as she leaned in to grasp your chin, staring deeply into your eyes.

“I told you I’d get you to open up for me.”

Your jaw nearly dropped to the floor as her words nestled in your ears, staring up at her in complete shock.

“Elektra!”

“What?”

“If I had known that is what you meant I would’ve…we could’ve…”

“So, I should’ve just seduced you on the spot?”

Pressing your lips into a firm line, you narrowed your eyes as you looked up at a very amused Elektra. She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth and grinned as she leaned in to bump her nose with yours.

“You love me.”

“I do.”

Elektra’s smile softened a bit as you wrapped your arms around her waist, a tender smile spreading over your own lips. You did love her. And she loved you.

As your hazy brain started to clear, a realization slammed right into your hammering chest.

Elektra was wet; practically dripping onto your lower stomach as she sat on your lap, and the smile on your face quickly dropped as you gazed up at her hungrily. The warm smile on her own mouth vanished as she took in the look in your eyes, and you felt a surge of power and confidence knowing you had the ability to render Elektra Natchios nervous.

Feeling emboldened, you trailed one of your hands slowly up her thigh, letting it dip down so that your fingertips just barely brushed along her inner thigh, tearing a gasp from her lips.

“Now, do I get to show you how pretty I think you are? Or do I have to dare you to let me?”

Elektra’s lips suddenly parted as she looked at you with widened eyes, and her grip on your shoulder tightened.

“Please.”

“So polite, Ellie.”

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