#work again. its all just been so stressful

[mv1simp]

Agora Hills ♥️

Max Verstappen x Midsize!Reader

heavily requested part 2 to cuffing szn! Can also be read as stand alone/on its own too 😌😌

kissing, i hope they caught us, whether they like it or not (i wanna show you off, i wanna tie the knot)

Your sweet boyfriend, Max Verstappen, is a lot bigger than you are, and a lot stronger too. You know firsthand - when he uses it time and time again to prove how your curves are the perfect size for him, both in the bedroom and out of it. Your insecurities don't stand a chance against his protectiveness. This tough season, though, you want take control and look after him, and take all of his tension away. You might have underestimated just how strong Max is though...

content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, size kink, dom!max, reader who tries to be a dom but fails lol, overstimulation kink, brief mention of eating disorder, WC 4k

Filing your patient’s notes back in place, you warmly say your goodbyes to the nurses and make your way to the carpark. You loved your work as a doctor in women's health, truly you did - it was even how you’d met your loving boyfriend, Max, when you’d delivered his sister Victoria’s baby. But it had been a very trying week with numerous complex births and anxious new parents. On top of that, your sweet boyfriend, who’d normally take all your stress away in the evenings by breaking you apart with his strong hands and then putting you back together again, had been away for the past month on back to back race weekends.

So you’re very excited because he’s finally flown back into Monaco today, and you can’t wait to get home and see him. Tossing your Hermés bag - a one year anniversary present from Max - into the passenger seat, you slam on the accelerator and speed to his downtown penthouse that you’d recently moved into. Your dainty heels click against the hardwood floor as you walk down the hallway, curiously looking around the living room and pouting when you don’t spot him lounging on the sofa or back on his sim. Frowning, you think he must not have arrived yet - but then you spot the open French doors on the balcony.

Eagerly walking through them, your suspicions are confirmed when you see your boyfriend comfortable dressed in a hoodie and sweats, intently watching something on his phone and oblivious to the outside world. When he hears your excited Maxie! his thick neck snaps up, focused expression morphing into one of pure adoration as he swiftly stands up from the outdoor chaise and steps towards you. Schatje! he beams, broad arms opening to meet your running figure and easily picking you up to bury him face in your neck. You laugh delightedly, finally reunited with your golden retriever of a boyfriend. Missed you so much, pretty girl, Max murmurs, his deep voice muffled as he presses soft kisses all over your neck and chubby cheeks. Did you finish work early? Sorry, I got distracted, I was going to come pick you up.

You sigh contently, feeling some of stress of the past couple weeks leaving your tense figure just from your boyfriend’s warm and secure embrace. Max supports your full weight when you wrap your soft thighs around his toned waist, your YSL heels slipping off and landing on the ground. Not as much as I missed you, you promise, your small palms running across those ridiculously broad shoulders to gently tug at his soft locks. He draws back just enough to let your plush lips meet his, the pair of you smiling into the sweet kiss. You’re well on your way to a steamy make out when the ringtone of Max’s phone interrupts the mood. You pout as Max reluctantly pulls away, scowling when he sees his boss’s name flash on the screen. When he doesn’t bother answering the call, turning back to you instead, you curiously ask if he was going to get that.

Max firmly tells you absolutely not, I have much more important things I’d rather be doing as he carries you inside. He sets you down gently on the soft bed, moving to cover your much smaller frame underneath him as he grins down at your flushed face, his display of strength never failing to get your heart fluttering. Things like taking good care of my pretty girlfriend like she deserves, hmm?

Distantly, you hear his phone ringing again but it’s once again ignored as he leans down, desire clear in his gorgeous blue eyes. As much as you would rather resume your makeout session (and wow, did it take a lot of self control for you to pause this), you place a hand to his broad chest to gently halt him. He pauses, confused, and you tilt your head and ask if everything was okay, he normally would never miss Horner’s calls?

Max rolls his eyes at the mention of his boss’s name, flopping down next to you with his head propped up against a large palm. He grunts out that Horner had been up his ass for no reason lately, waffling and trying to skirt around the issue when Max had been very clear that the goddamn car was the issue this season.

Your boyfriend’s angled jaw clenches as he says this, his expression turning stormy as his mind wandered someplace else. You’re perplexed, as normally your boyfriend was a bit of a yapper - something you adored about him - and could easily complain to you for hours about anything troubling him. You feel a bit guilty as you may have taken a bit of a backseat this month given how rare a bad outcome was for Max’s races. You’d known that this season hadn’t been as stellar but assumed it would all smooth out - but by the looks of it, it clearly hadn’t, and you knew Max took his racing career extremely seriously and wouldn’t repeatedly avoid calls from Horner without good reason.

You sweetly apologise to Max for being so out of it, a worried expression on your face, especially since he had always been so attentive and caring to your needs. Especially last year when you’d been struggling with an eating disorder when fans had made vicious, jealous comments about your curvy figure once your relationship had gone public.

Max’s gaze softens as he looks down at your guilty brown doe eyes, his hand coming up to brush against yours which was resting on his stubbled cheek. His heart swells at seeing how cute you were trying so hard to make sure he was feeling okay. Oh, schatje, he croons, leaning down to lovingly kiss your adorably scrunched brows. Don’t worry, you always take such good care of me whenever I need it. It’s just the same old cycle of racing drama. Besides, things at the hospital were really hectic this month, right?

You try to protest the change in topic, wanting to bring it back to him, but then he’s sliding his tongue in to explore your mouth and you’re rather distracted, especially when his fingers trail up your fitted skirt. Your ass looks amazing in this, Max groans against your ear, his cheeks lightly dusted in pink despite his bold words, telling you he liked you in it so much he almost didn’t want to take it off. You giggle at that, coyly telling him he didn’t have to and guiding his hand to slide the skirt up over your thick hips, making his cheeks flush from your tempting show. Grinning wickedly, Max shamelessly lets his hungry gaze wander all over your curvy figure before he makes good on his earlier promise to take good care of his pretty girlfriend.

Really, there was no better stress relief than your boyfriend bending you in half, you think satisfactorily that evening when you and Max are out with friends for dinner. He catches your eye as you stretch your neck, your muscles pleasantly relaxed after a month of wound up tension. When he smirks at you over his G&T you flush, knowing he was probably thinking about how he’d had you in several different positions just a couple of hours earlier. Quickly joining the conversation on your right, you hope your friends don’t notice the heat rising to your cheeks everytime Max’s blue eyes meet yours. You two had been dating for over a year now, so you had no idea how he could still make you feel shy and flustered after an hour (or two) in bed.

Still, you hadn’t forgotten about your earlier conversation with your boyfriend, where you’d made it clear you wanted to support him more. Over the next couple of weeks, whenever you’d ask him about it, he’d open up a bit but you still noticed a frustrated edge to his behaviour. You tried to talk to him about it, of course, with a soft hand against his swollen bicep to sweetly murmur that you would always support him and ask how the latest debrief had been, was there anything you could do to help? You offered to cook his favourite dinner, or give him space to spend hours on his sim and practise, or personally go to headquarters right now and give Horner a peace of your mind for stressing out your talented boyfriend-

Max laughed, head tilted back and lips pulled into an adorable smile. You paused your rant to enjoy the sound of his genuine laughter, looking at him fondly as it never failed to make your heart race. But he’d still evade your inquiring questions and countless offers to do more, as your need to do more for Max the way he always supported you grew over the next month. For all his yapping, your boyfriend was very much an action man where it truly mattered.

So you made sure to attend his next race, rescheduling a few work commitments and joining him aboard his private jet to fly out to Singapore. He'd protested initially, of course, telling you that you didn't need to add more stress to your busy workload for his sake, but you'd firmly told him there was no where you'd rather be that weekend than by his side. And you remained steadfastly dedicated throughout the free practice and qualifying, diligently observing the team dynamics and Max's mood in response so you could debrief with him in the evenings, letting him yap about it to his heart's content. You made sure to give him space when he needed it or rub a soothing arm over his thick shoulders when he tensed, knowing how physical touch was your boyfriend's love language.

On race day, you arrived stylishly dressed in a House of CB floral corset dress and dainty heeled sandals that perfectly matched the weather. Smiling from behind your sunglasses at the multiple paparazzi and fan cameras clicking at you, you confidently walked alongside your boyfriend with your small hand in his much larger one. The pair of you made for a rather romantic sight with the large height difference, going viral on many a Pinterest board for your couple aesthetic. Of course, you'd learnt the hard way about how quickly public attention could burn someone badly with the hate comments you'd received about your weight or height from jealous fans when you two first went public. Although they had never stopped occurring, only increasing as you and Max stayed together, you had gotten far better at tuning them out. And it seemed your attentive boyfriend hadn't forgotten about it, either, judging by how his grip tightened around your delicate fingers and he protectively pulls you into his side when more paparrazi join the storm.

You're quick to reassure him, telling him how happy you were to be here, wanting him to focus on his race and knowing how guilty he would sometimes feel when reminded of how much his public career negatively affects those he loved. Besides, baby, you wink at him as he's about to buckle his helmet on in the driver's room, You know I hate to miss a chance to see you all worked up and sweaty in those slutty fireproofs!

Successfully diverted, your boyfriend now groans embarrassedly at your words, rolling his eyes but not being able to hide the cute blush that appears on his cheeks or his affectionate smile. He leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his chest warming at the sound of your happy giggles at his reaction. He can't resist pressing a kiss to your lips then, instead, making you promise you would stay safely in the garage the whole race. Of course, Maxie, you reassured, knowing he didn't need the worry of you encountering the occasional nasty fan adding to his stress. I'll be right here, I promise.

Once the race starts, you're asking yourself why on earth you weren't attending them more regularly, because the sight of Max expertly navigating the track never failed to make you hot and bothered. The high Singaporean temperatures only added to the heat on your face as you heard your boyfriend's normally gentle tone turn into a confident, demanding voice over the team radio. The race was a great one, with the Dutch Lion aggressively fighting his way to P2, making you clap your hands in excitement as he crossed the finish line.

Afterwards, his garage crew guided you to the podium, where Max's blue eyes sparkled warmly at you in the front row, as you laughed with delight, buzzing exctedly. You knew he had been raised to firmly believe only P1 mattered but since you'd begun dating him, you'd made it clear that he was always a strong champion and racer to you regardless of his position. You greeted him as he descended from the podium, beaming up at him as he took you into his strong arms to give you a passionate kiss, your heels lifting off the ground. Cameras clicked around the loving scene, but for once Max didn't mind, content in the feeling of you wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders to whisper how amazing his performance had been!

Setting you down, he took your smaller frame against his with his muscular arm across your shoulder, guiding you away from the crowd. He relaxes a bit closer to the safety of the garage, now answering some reporter's questions as they eagerly question him. He swears he'd taken his eyes off you for only a minute, but suddenly you're not at his side, and he immediately spins around mid interview to look for you. You're only a few meters away, chatting away to one of the news outlets. The reporter holding the microphone balks nervously when a angry looking, 6 foot blonde Dutch appears behind you, looking the very picture of a guard dog with his suspicious glare to the cameraman.

Noticing your boyfriend's intimidating presence, you welcome him into the conversation, saying you'd just been explaining how proud you were seeing him race, the turn into corner eight and when he'd overtaken the Mercedes with DRS were your favourite moments! The reporter hastily nodded, wiping away nervous beads of sweat as he confirmed Yes, yes, we were just discussing the race highlights, and many of our viewers were also eager to know who had styled your lovely girlfriend today, we had many fans hoping to buy the same outfit...?

Oh, Max says, softening his icy glare. Fine. My girlfriend is very beautiful, after all, I can see why those watching would want to have her style. Which she picks out, herself, by the way, no stylist or anything, he adds almost smugly. You giggle cutely at his overprotective antics, leaning in when he presses a kiss to the top of your head and stays by your side. Pinterest goes crazy that evening with the picture of your boyfriend adoringly gazing down at you, his muscled arm curled around your waist, as he listens to you animatedly explain your outfit to the reporter.

On the flight back home, he'd taken your smaller hand in his again, gently stroking it and avoiding your questioning gaze as he softly murmured that It had been hard, with work recently, and he'd loved having you there as a good luck charm. His cheeks are flushed again as he confesses, almost shyly, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand and looking down at your intertwined fingers instead of at your beaming face. He was grateful you'd come, knowing how hard it was to get out of work and also deal with the media circus. His words sounded dangerously close to guilty territory and you sit up immediately, pressing into him so that he finally looks up at you.

Not at all, Maxie you insisted, firmly telling him that the actual hard part had been trying to keep your hands off him, did he have any idea how insanely hot he'd looked when warming up with his trainer this week and boxing shirtless? I had to remind myself that this was technically your place of work and take a cold shower, you continue, enjoying seeing him erupt into laughter at your own confession. He'd slyly suggested that the race weekend was over and, well, maybe it was time to for you to finally join the the mile high club?

Your boyfriend always seemed to know how to make you flustered and you lose any upper hand you had immediately, gasping from his suggestive words and unable to meet his heated stare. Max! Wh-what if someone sees? you whisper nervously, to which Max laughs and tells you he'll just have to have you have you here on his lap then, where no one would notice. The cabin is already empty, giving you two complete privacy and Max doesn't hesitate to make the most of it. He uses the strong arms you'd been admiring to easily bounce you on his cock, the both of you still half dressed. You're completely powerless in his firm grip, eyes rolling in bliss as his large hands leave bruises over your hips from the intensity. You’re desperately trying to keep quiet and Max smirks at this, giving you another wicked thrust at just the right angle so you let out a squeal. You whine from his mean teasing and have to bite down on his shoulder to muffle your satisfied moans as he makes you cum on his cock, leaving a creamy white ring around the base. Afterwards, as he presses a loving kiss to your head as you fall asleep leaning against his shoulder, you can't help but pout over how little control you seem to have over Max in the bedroom as he uses his strength to control the pace. How were you ever going to make him go mindless and relaxed for once?

Of course, the drama continues with work well after Singapore, even though there was a month's break before the next race. Max's schedule is packed with meetings and discussions and debriefs on how to secure the WDC title again this year, and you make sure to keep an attentive eye on him. But to your frustration, you note Max is withdrawing again, turning down your offers to talk his frustrations through or let you take care of him for once. So after you’d already gifted him the latest e-sim racing game, and cooked his favourite foods for dinner, you naturally offered another one of your boyfriend’s favourite things - you.

When he returned from a late strategy meeting he’d had to fly out for, jaw tense and frustration evident on his face, he immediately felt himself start to unwind when he opened the front door of your shared apartment. The delicious smell of roast chicken and potatoes wafted out to the hallway, and he smiled as he walked towards the corner, knowing you must be in the kitchen from the Doja Cat song blasting that you hummed along too. Kissing and I hope they caught us, whether they like it or not...

Jimmy and Sassy, Max's cats, rubbed their tails along your freshly shaved and moisturised legs as you started cutting up the chicken you’d baked. Giggling at their demanding antics, you turn to kneel down and give them a small piece each, whispering that they had to promise they wouldn’t tell Max. An amused chuckle makes you startle and look up to see your boyfriend watching you, leaning against the counter. The tips of his ears go pink as he takes in your angelic white mini dress, its sweetheart neckline and tight waist with flowy skirt showing off your hourglass figure.

Maxie! You greet him excitedly, making his gaze wander when your tits press up against his firm chest when he bends down to let you kiss his cheek. You smelt so addictive, too, like honey and vanilla that he wanted to bury his face in and never leave. You excitedly show him what you’d made for dinner, stepping back and telling him to go take a shower while you finished up. And after he’d eaten your delicious cooking, groaning and telling you how much he missed it when away, you coyly smile and say you’d forgotten to make dessert but if he didn’t mind you had something sweeter you could give him?

The blush returns to Max’s face now as you lean him to give him a deep kiss before settling in between his thick thighs, spread wide apart. Within a few seconds you've pulled his impressive semi out of his sweats and are teasingly jerking him off, letting his leaking tip press against your chubby cheeks. It's a sight that never fails to drive your boyfriend wild and he groans when you swirl your wicked tongue over his sensitive head, one hand still pumping his shaft as you sweetly bat your wide, doe eyes up at him. He can see the curve of your plump ass on the floor peeking out as your white minidress rises up your soft thighs. You take him into your drooling mouth fully, eagerly deepthroating him and placing sloppy kisses along his length when you pull back to take a breath. Fuck, schat, it’s so fucking good, I’m not gonna last- Max swears above you, deep moans rumbling in his chest from your worship of him tonight, his blushing face thrown back into the sofa with pleasure as he threads his hands into your dark curls to softly tug at them. Pleased with yourself, thinking you'd finally gotten him to let go and relax, to let you take care of him for once, you jerk him off, your pink tongue darting out eagerly to catch his hot cum-

But your boyfriend has other plans, apparently, because suddenly he's leaning down and pulling you into his lap. You gasp at the unexpected movement, your hands automatically going around his broad shoulders. He kisses your protests away, leaving you whining that he should let you finish, you wanted to make him feel good, Maxie-

He cuts you off with a low groan against your lips, whispering you that you'd done such a good job, sweet girl, and now he wanted to eat dessert properly. And you hadn't been able to protest any longer because soon enough he had you sprawled across the soft sofa, moaning his name blissfully as he ate you out to completion. Always taste so damn sweet for me, schat he huskily murmurs against your soaked core, strong hand pressing on your soft tummy to hold you down. His blue eyes are trained on your flushed face as his deep, rumbling voice sends sparks shooting in between your legs. He then sends you into another head pounding orgasm when he sinks inside your inviting walls, whispering that it was never going to stop being the most addicting feeling he'd felt.

Face flushed from his generous praise, you desperately hold onto the cushions behind you as Max fucks you into the sofa. You plead with him to let you ride him, Maxie please, let me take care of you too-

Your boyfriend’s blue eyes darken at your request. Schatje, he croons into your ear, I wasn’t clear enough, hmm? The best fucking feeling in the world is having your tight pussy take my whole cock like this, letting me fuck all the stress away. He accentuates each word with a deep thrust, making you squeal and moan endlessly. So you stay right where you belong, sweetheart. Underneath me, taking all of me like a good girl, okay?

Your eyes widen at his dominating tone, your cunny clenching excitedly around his length at the thought of your normally sweet boyfriend using your body like a ragdoll to release his stress. you nod frantically, babbling that you’ll be so so good Maxie, you promise! Max grins wickedly at your teary expression, giving you a passionate kiss as he fucks you with full strength, not holding back as he drives you into a third dizzying orgasm. He’s not done, though, and your drooling pussy twitches from the overstimulation, making you moan weakly that it was too much, you couldn’t handle another one. Oh, we’re not stopping till I say so, schatje Max murmurs against your throat, making his way down to your bouncing tits and taking a swollen nipple into his hungry mouth. You promised to be a good girl, remember? This time you’re gonna squirt all over my cock.

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A/N: thank you all sm for all the love and support for cuffing szn, i am absolutely here for the midsize girlies and glad you all enjoyed it so much!! Nothing like big boyfriend Max to get us going 😏 Hope part 2 is also good thank u for waiting so long for it xx lmk what u think!

[cupidbedsy]

𝜗𝜚 drunken nights ; into you

➪ summary: after a long week, y/n just wants to unwind and luke looks after her when things get a little out of hand

➪ warnings: reader is an emotional and very clingy drunk

➪ word count: 2.1k

➪ cupid's notes: i am so so excited for everything that comes out of this au! if you want, please keep sending in thoughts and asks and yeah. i hope you guys enjoy

© cupidbedsy ; do not copy, repost, or translate my work and designs on any other website or here

It had been way too long of a week for her, tests upon tests, assignment after assignment, and worst of all she had barely seen Luke all week. At first, the idea of getting up and getting ready for a party she knew she would only halfway enjoy seemed exhausting but then the thought of being able to unwind and see Luke made its way into her mind and she wasted no time in starting to do her makeup. 

Dressed in one of her favorite short black skirts, a blue corset top, with her leather jacket thrown on and her knee-high black boots adorning her feet, she let her friends drag her out of their dorm and down the stairs, heading for the car. 

She was silent almost the whole way there, the lingering stress and anxiety still flowing through her head. If it wasn’t for the idea of seeing Luke tonight, she would’ve let the uneasiness consume her entirely. 

She was so in her head that she didn’t even realize that they parked outside of the Frat house that was hosting the party that night. She could hear the music from outside, watching as the lights flickered within the house and people hung out on the lawn. 

She gripped her best friend’s hand tightly, walking through the crowded house towards the kitchen where all the drinks were. She watched as her friend poured her her first drink of the night, taking it gratefully and sipping on it. 

Luke was in the middle of a game of beer pong, laughing with a few of his frat boys, running a hand through his hair when he felt something within him shift. It was the same feeling he got whenever y/n showed up, whenever he would lay eyes on her, whenever she brushed her fingers against his arm. 

His eyes worked overtime trying to find her, looking from the other side of the living room to the front door. He frowned when he didn’t see her, immediately going to scan the house again, but that’s when he saw her, tipping her head back as she finished her drink and reaching out to grab another one from her friend. 

He mumbled an ‘excuse me’ before making his way over to her, pushing through people to do so. They had been texting any chance they got meaning he knew how stressed she had been the entirety of the week and now seeing her tip back the drink as fast as she did, he knew that she would be downing drinks like there was no tomorrow. 

He threw an arm around her as soon as he approached, taking the drink from her hand, “Hey.”

She frowned when the cup left her grasp, looking up at him with her signature doe eyes, whining, “Lukey.”

“Yes, pretty girl?”

“You took my drink.”

He laughed at her pout, bringing her closer to his side so he could press a kiss to her temple, “I did. How many have you had already?”

“I just got here, that’s my second one.”

He gave her a skeptical look but relented nonetheless, handing her the drink back. He watched the people around them before turning his attention back to her, “How’re you doing?”

“Okay.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows at the short answer, expecting at least something other than okay. He maneuvered her so she was standing in front of him, making her stare up at him. His eyes trailed over her face, making note of every single freckle, eyelash, curve, and contour of her face, “What’s wrong?”

“A little stressed still. Have a bunch of things to do this weekend still.”

“Which means you want to drink to your heart’s content don’t you?”

Y/n gave him a pleading look, “Just for tonight? Please, Lukey.”

She watched as he mulled over the thought in his mind, studying his damp curls and the bead of sweat falling down the side of his face. She took in his appearance while she waited, his unbuttoned dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and his khaki shorts that sat just above his knees. 

“Fine.” 

She was snapped out of her trance at his single word, giving him a grateful smile as she raised on her tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his cheek before downing her drink. He sighed in return, knowing that this was going to be a long night. 

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And he was right, she drank drink after drink, giggling like a little schoolgirl with each one she had. He had forgotten about how she was when she was drunk, the cute little laugh she couldn’t stop releasing, her contagious smile, and her clingy nature. 

Y/n reached for another drink but Luke’s hand encompassed hers and took it into his own, bringing it to his chest as she glared at him. He grinned, dumping the cup’s contents down the sink and wrapping his arms around her waist, bringing her to his chest, “I think it’s time we get you home, pretty girl.”

“But I’m having fun.” Her whine was barely loud enough for him, he had to bend down just so he could hear her words. 

“And you’re not going to have any fun tomorrow if you keep having fun tonight. C’mon, let’s go.”

She only giggles again, reaching up to run a hand through his hair, “You’re pretty, Lukey.”

A smirk takes over his features, looking down at her curiously, “Is that so, princess?”

“Mhm. The prettiest,” she states matter-of-factly, tugging at one of his curls again. 

“You’re so drunk, baby.” He murmurs, kissing her forehead.

“I’m telling the truth!”

“And how can I be sure you’re not bluffing? You gonna prove it to me?”

“I will.”

“And how will you manage to do that?” He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, his face still set in his usually cocky smugness. 

“You’ll find out. Just you wait, Luke Hughes.”

“Oh, I will be.”

A silence falls between them, or about as silent as you can get with music still blaring through multiple speakers and people yelling over said music. And after a few minutes, y/n could feel the tiredness creeping up on her causing her to shuffle closer to her best friend, laying her head on his chest, “Lukey?”

He wrapped her arms around her shoulders, resting his chin on her head, “Yeah, y/n/n?”

“Can we go now?”

He chuckled but nodded, “‘Course we can, c’mon.” His hand falls to her lower back, guiding her out of the house and down the street to where his truck was parked, helping her into the passenger seat. 

He walked around to the other side, climbing into the truck himself, stealing a glance over at her, and confusion flashing across his face when he saw the pout on her lips, “What’s wrong, pretty girl? Too much to drink?”

“Wanna sit by you.”

He raised an eyebrow, drawing his hand back from the keys that were in the ignition, “You want to sit by me?”

She just nodded, a determined feeling washing over her. He threw his head back, running a hand through his hair as he tried to think of a way to break it to her that she wouldn’t be able to sit in his lap. It had been so long since she had been this drunk that he had forgotten how clingy she got, and how sad she got when she didn’t get her way. 

“Y/n/n you can’t sit in my lap.” He stated softly, looking over at her. 

“Why not?”

“Because I’m driving, it’ll not only put you in danger but me as well. Just gotta wait a few minutes, sweet girl, and then you can cuddle me and sit in my lap as much as your heart desires.”

She whined again, “That’ll take too long.”

A chuckle escaped him, letting his hand move to settle on her thigh, “It won’t be more than 10 minutes, hell it probably won’t even be five.”

Y/n knew he was right, but that didn’t mean she wanted him to be right. She stared back at him, trying to assert some level of authority over him but the challenging look he was giving her was enough to make her sink back into the seat, “Fine.”

“Good girl.” He squeezed her thigh, leaning over to kiss her temple before starting his truck and pulling away from the curb. 

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Luke had to drag her upstairs, y/n letting him carry most of her body weight as she rested against him. The two came to a stop at his room, y/n waiting as he opened the door, leading her to sit down on his bed. She watched him carefully as he picked a few things off the ground, mostly dirty clothes, and placed them where they should be. 

He could feel her gaze on him but he paid no mind to it, continuing to tidy up as best as he could. When he finished, he turned back to her, smiling softly as her eyes opened and closed. He walked over to her, placing his index finger beneath her chin and tilting her head up so she was looking at him through hazy eyes, “Tired, princess?”

“Mhm.”

“Let’s get you changed then, yeah?”

She just nodded in response, letting him move to grab one of his T-shirts from his drawer and an extra pair of sleep shorts she kept at his. He handed them to her but she just gave him a look of helplessness. He chuckled, “You want me to help?”

“Please.”

“Alright, baby.” He took the clothes from her again, placing them beside her on the bed, slipping her jacket off, and throwing it on the chair in the corner. 

His fingers skimmed her stomach as he went to take her shirt off, cooing softly, “Arms up.”

She did as she was told, lifting her arms so he could easily slide the shirt off of her, doing the same thing he did with her jacket. He tugged her skirt down before putting her shorts on and letting the t-shirt fall over her frame. 

“Better?”

“Mhm.” She moved to curl up on his bed, bringing the comforter around her, letting the heat surround her. 

Luke changed into a random pair of sweatpants, throwing his shirt in the laundry basket, and kissing her forehead, “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Where you going?”

“Gonna get you some water and some meds so you’re head doesn’t hurt in the morning.”

“Quick?”

“Yeah, I’ll be quick.”

She nodded, snuggling into the bed as he left the room, practically running down the steps to the kitchen. 

And just like he promised, he was back within three minutes, two glasses of water and a few pills that he rested on his nightstand. He coaxed her into sitting up, letting her sit between his legs so her back was flush with his chest. 

“Drink.” He pressed the glass to her lips, urging her to take soft sips.  She sighed as the cool liquid went down her throat, relaxing even further into him. 

Once she finished the glass, he let her lay back down, him following in her steps, pulling her against him, “Get some sleep.”

Some time in between the time he left and when he got back, a small burst of energy made its way into her, causing her to turn over to face him, a small smile on her face, “No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Wanna stay with you.”

“You were going to sleep with me here anyway, baby.”

“I want to stay awake and talk to you.” A frown graced her lips, pouting once again. 

Butterflies erupted in his stomach, looking at her in awe, “That’s sweet of you princess, but you need your rest.”

She nodded, the energy she got quickly fading, but one question lingered in her mind, “Lu?”

“What’s up?”

“I’m your best friend right?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “‘Course you are. Why’re you asking?”

“Just wondering.”

“Now tell me the real reason.”

“I dunno, just- would you go out with someone else?”

He softened, “I wouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause you’re mine, y/n/n.”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up slightly, her mind and body still letting the alcohol affect them. 

“Yep, all mine, baby.”

She didn’t say anything more, just snuggled into him once again, drifting off to sleep almost instantly. Luke knew she wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning, the only thing she would have as a reminder would be the pounding headache once she woke up.

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[qqueenofhades]

With full acknowledgement of the general shitty stress of the times, and a very deep appreciation for your steadying words over the last couple of years: I've been somewhat conflicted about volunteering with my local Democratic Party infrastructure; since it feels like at the Federal level, some of those representatives are at best incompetent and/or out of touch; verging on malicious incompetence. Especially with the most recent cycle, for them to sit there and harp on the danger Trump presented and then be caught apparently flatfooted after his inauguration.... is it even worth considering, at this point in time, the responsibility(?) of all parties involved, whether its voters who sat out this cycle, sloppy behavior from the party at various points over the last couple of years, Republicans for being bad actors; or is setting aside that degree of analysis and focusing on just pulling through the next 2-4-6-8 ish years the way to go? Focusing on what can be changed vs. what has come before? If you do not want to answer or don't have the bandwidth, totally understandable. :) Thanks again for all your hard work in this regard.

There are two things I can say here, which is that one, the federal-level Democratic Party kind of makes a habit of being unprepared, behind the eight-ball, pre-emptively cowed, generally disorganized, constantly alarmist followed by crickets, or pretty much anything else you can think of. They have already started the "stop Trump!" fundraising emails, and plenty of us, me included, are like "brother you aren't getting money from me until you POINT OUT what the fuck you're doing and start doing it, this ain't the first rodeo, GET WITH THE PROGRAM."

The second thing to say is that at least the Democrats will respond when you push them and can generally be bullied into doing the right thing eventually, and that there is no way they will learn that, get their heads on straight, or figure out a cohesive stop-Trump action plan unless we help them do that. Some of them are more successful than others; witness Democratic state AGs being blitzingly fast off the blocks and filing a barrage of lawsuits to stop the worst executive orders, while Democratic senators and House reps (at least initially) seemed passive, confused, fearful, or just content, per Chuck Schumer, to just "sit back and wait for Trump to screw up." Like, if that's your big plan to stop fascism after you spent the entire election season telling us (rightly) what a threat to democracy Trump posed, then you deserve to get your complacent ass primaried, Chuckie m'boy. Which someone can in fact do if they want to! If nothing else, it might give them a scare!

The good news is that after the grassroots Democrats started making an enormous stink, the national party woke up somewhat more and started acting more proactively. We understand that they are out of power in all three branches and cannot do anything to substantially stop Trump if all the Republicans continue to march in MAGA lockstep, but they can at least look like they give a shit. Which Senate Democrats did with their all-night opposition to Vought (the Project 2025 guy who got confirmed to OMB). They could not stop him from being confirmed, but they could make a high-profile stink about it and show that they were responsive to people going HEY GUYS SO ARE YOU GOING TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT THIS OR. Which they will need to do, because it will maintain grassroots energy to get the House and hopefully the Senate back in 2026 and put the brakes on any substantial or legislative-related Trump BS.

The point is: the Democrats, especially on the federal level, are often chronically behind the curve and need to be kicked hard to get moving, but once that kicking happens repeatedly, they do generally tend to get the message. And if you want to make the most difference and have an active hand in shaping and discussing that effort and pressuring them to keep going, then yes, you should go ahead and volunteer. As ever, doing something is far, far better than not doing it. So yes.

[olderthannetfic]

So I'm in a not super active fandom anymore (which is fine with me, plenty of my fandoms are like that) that used to be big before I actively joined it. So my fics get some attention despite being niche, im not big or popular by any means (which im also fine with, lots of attention is stressful). I say all this to give context for what happened. So I updated one of my stories in that fandom and got a comment on it for the first time in a while, but when I went and looked at it, it wasn't normal. At first the person was praising, then they said they were interested in making it a fancomic, but that they didn't work for free and left their contact information. I reported it since that's clearly against ao3 TOS but I feel terrible. On the one hand it feels like a scam, and its definitely solicitation. On the other hand what if it was genuine and they just didn't know better? I've been scammed before on Instagram by being solicotated with art commissions. Im afraid im just being paranoid i guess. Sorry to leave this mess in your inbox, I guess I was just wondering what advice the community has if this happens again? Thank you.

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Haha. Oh dear.

Anon, worry no more! This spammer is one of a whole spate of such spammers. It's a known plague on AO3 right now. They're just the latest flavor of scambot. You're not going to hurt their feelings.

[bktempted]

You check your phone again as you walk up the familiar path to his front door. The text was pretty clear — 7:00 PM — but something feels different this time. No lights blaze from the playroom window, no playful arguments from his children echo from the backyard.

You've been babysitting for him for six months now, and time has transformed you from a stranger into someone the kids run to greet, someone who knows exactly how his son likes his PB&J cut (diagonally, no crust) and which stuffed animal his daughter needs to sleep (the worn purple elephant, not the new one).

And time has done something else too, something you try not to think about during your casual exchanges at pickup and drop-off. The way he runs his hand through his dark hair when he's stressed. The brightness in his eyes when he talks about his kids. The quiet strength in how he's rebuilt their world all on his own.

You ring the doorbell, adjusting the part in your hair nervously. The door opens, and there he stands, but not in his usual rushed business attire. Instead, he’s wearing dark jeans and a blue button-down that makes his eyes look even brighter than usual.

"Hey," he says, and is that uncertainty in his voice? "Thanks for coming. I, uh, should have mentioned. The kids are at their grandparents' for the weekend."

You notice the soft lighting behind him, the low hum of jazz music playing inside. He’s so old fashioned, it should be embarrassing, but with him…

"I thought maybe we could talk," he continues, his hand finding its way to his hair. "About a lot of things. Over dinner?" He pauses, adding quickly, "But if this makes you uncomfortable, I completely understand. I know it's...complicated."

You stand there, feeling the weight of the moment. You're a college student, he's in his mid-thirties. You're still studying, he has two kids and a mortgage. It's more than complicated. And yet...

"I'd like that," you hear yourself say. "To talk."

He smiles then, relief and something else warming his features. He steps back to let you in and you follow. The house you know so well feels different tonight — intimate. In the kitchen, two plates wait on the island counter, not at the usual chaos filled dining table where you help with homework. A bottle of wine breathes nearby, and you notice he’s set out sparkling water too, thoughtfully giving you another option.

"I hope you like coq au vin—" he catches himself, cheeks coloring slightly. “Sorry, it’s, uh, French, just braised chicken.” He says, moving to pull out your chair. His fingers brush your shoulder as you sit, and that small touch sends warmth cascading through you. “It’s not quite as popular as chicken nuggets in this house but…”

You laugh, and just like that, the tension eases. The conversation flows as naturally as the wine he pours. You talk about your studies, his work, your dreams. He listens intently when you share your hopes for grad school, and you find yourself leaning forward as he describes the book he’s been writing in his spare time.

The food grows cold, forgotten, as you both realize you’ve shifted closer.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” he says softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch lingers, gentle against your cheek. “But I needed to be sure. Sure that you…” he loses the words, “that this isn’t just…”

You lean into his touch, your heart thundering. “It’s not.”

When he kisses you, it’s sweet and careful, like he’s afraid you might disappear. You taste the wine on his lips, feel the slight tremor in his hand as it cups your face. He’s tentative, more afraid of this than you are. You realize, if this is going to happen, truly happen, it’s going to be your choice. Your move.

So you kiss him again, and this time there’s nothing careful about it. It’s urgent, your hunger spent on his lips instead of the meal you never ate. His hesitation melts under your touch, and now his hands are settling on the curve of your hips, and yours are gripping his shirt, unbuttoning him. He pulls you onto his lap, and you can feel his length pressing against you as you settle into him, slowly rocking your hips.

In one swift motion, he stands, carrying you effortlessly towards the hallway. You cling to him, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He carries you past memories of bedtime stories and homework help, past the living room where you've spent countless hours building pillow forts, past every moment that defined who you used to be in this house. Each step takes you further from the girl who used to sit cross-legged on the carpet playing board games with his kids, and closer to the woman who makes his breath catch and his hands tremble. When he sets you down at his bedroom door, it's like crossing a threshold between two lives — the one you had, and the one that starts right now.

His bedroom door closes behind you with a soft click, and suddenly his hands are everywhere, pushing your shirt up and off, unclasping your bra. He takes a moment to drink in the sight of you, bare before him, and you flush under his gaze.

He leans down to capture a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak. He’s lavishes attention on your breasts, sucking and nipping until you’re writhing against him. His large hands map out your curves, learning every dip and swell of your body. You arch into his touch, desperate for more.

He reaches down, unbuckling his belt, freeing himself from his jeans. You finish what you’d started earlier, wresting him free from his shirt. He lifts you up, positioning you over his cock, and you sink down with a low moan, taking him inch by inch.

“Oh god,” he groans his head falling back as you envelop him completely. “You feel incredible.”

You start to move, rolling your hips again, this time with nothing between you, a sensual rhythm. His hands grip your ass, guiding your movements as he thrusts up to meet you. “Yes, just like that,” he praises, taking you in with those bright eyes, “Ride me, baby.”

You’re building towards climax fast, the coil of pleasure tightening in your belly. You ride him harder, chasing your release, and he meets you stroke for stroke, his fingers leaving shallows indents in your skin.

“That’s it, cum for me,” he urges “Let me take care of you.”

You collapse against his chest as the tension comes undone all at once. He pulls you tight against him, peppering your face with soft kisses as you melt into his embrace. For a long while, you just breathe together, his heartbeat steady under your ear, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your bare shoulder.

"Stay" he whispers into your hair. It's both a question and a plea. “We'll take it slow. Do it right." He brings your joined hands to his lips, kisses your knuckles. He has that same look in his eyes. You can tell he means it.

[inkedinshadows]

For the requests: "I would certainly take all night" with Eris, please. I would be forever indebted to you. Can be smut or not, write it however you want! :)

Held in Firelight

Pairing: Eris x f!reader

A/N: Hi! No need to be indebted, don't worry! I just hope you'll like this bc I really liked this idea but I wrote it after six hours of class so it might not be my best work. I also don't know how to label it because it's a bit fluffy with a tiny sprinkle of angst and allusions to smutty bits? Idk idk I really like it tho

Warnings: arranged marriage, cheating (but the parties involved are aware so idk)

Word count: 1k

“I think he has a new lover.”

Your words cut through the comfortable silence that had settled over the sitting room. Eris raised a brow, but you continued to stir the wine in your glass, your eyes fixed on the swirling red liquid.

The silence stretched, broken only by the crackling embers in the fireplace. Eventually, he asked, “What makes you think that?”

You shrugged one shoulder. “He spent every night out this week. He doesn't do that if he's just sleeping around. He still comes home.”

Eris hummed, as if contemplating your answer.

These were your favorite moments—when Eris didn’t have court duties to attend to and could spend hours talking and drinking with you. It was your favorite way to ease the stress and tension of the life you had been forced into.

“He was out even two nights ago?”

You looked up at him. The firelight flickered on the side of his face, turning his hair into molten copper. You felt a sudden urge to reach across the couch and run your fingers through it.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Why do you ask?”

“It was your birthday,” he stated simply.

“So?”

He looked startled. “You really don’t care that he forgot?”

You sighed, setting your glass down. “Eris, he hasn't remembered my birthday in years.”

He didn’t reply, but his jaw clenched. You couldn’t tell if the flames in his eyes were just a reflection of the fire or if it was that simmering power of his.

With another sigh, you pressed on. “Let’s say he remembers,” you said. “Then what? You really believe he would spend the whole night with me, taking his sweet time to make me feel cherished, at least on my birthday?” You shook your head, the mere thought making you scoff. “No, I prefer it this way. He doesn't care about me, I don't care about him, and there's no point in pretending we do.”

Eris remained silent, his gaze fixed on the fireplace, his fingers clutching the stem of his glass so tightly you thought it might break. You knew he cared about you, that he hated your situation as much as you did, but even he couldn’t change it. Maybe once he became High Lord he’d banish arranged marriages and spare others from this fate, but it was too late for you.

Picking up your glass again, you tucked your legs beneath you and settled back against the pillows. You took a sip of wine, hoping that its rich taste might offer an excuse to change the topic, but you came up empty. You’d already commented on the flavor when he opened the bottle.

“I would certainly take all night.”

His voice was quiet, almost thoughtful, but when you turned to look at him, he was still facing away from you.

“What?” you blurted out. Surely, you had heard that wrong.

Finally, his eyes met yours, determined and unflinching. “I would take all night with you,” he repeated, “I would cherish you. And not just on your birthday.”

Your breath hitched. There had been a few lingering touches, a brush of fingers, words whispered after one too many glasses of wine. But never like this—so plain and blatant, so unguarded.

“Don't say that,” you murmured.

“Why not?” His eyes bore into you, pinning you in place. There was no escape—not that you wanted one. “We both want it.”

He was right. There was no arguing with that. Yet you still shook your head. “Eris, we can't.”

He moved closer. You didn’t resist when he took your glass and set it on the small table alongside his. An empty bottle stood next to an unopened one.

“Why not?” he asked again, his voice gentler now. “Just because you’re married? How many other females has he been with?”

Countless.

Maybe Eris was right about that too. Maybe you didn’t owe loyalty to a husband you had never wanted—a husband who had never been loyal to you. If he could have all the females he wanted, then maybe you could have the one male you wanted. The one person who always understood you, who never judged or mistreated you.

“When was the last time someone made you feel cherished?” Eris’s hand covered yours, his slender fingers intertwining with your own, squeezing once. “Made you feel good?”

You had never thought about your marriage in those terms. You had never wanted that union in the first place, so you had clung to the small things. Time away from your husband was good. You hadn’t shared a bed in a long time, and your conversations were awkward and stiff enough that the thought of intimacy hadn't crossed your mind in years. And you’d told yourself that was good enough.

But deep down, it had never really felt good.

Eris was still looking at you, his expression soft and understanding. As if he could see your every thought.

You looked away, unable to stomach it. “I don't know,” you finally whispered.

“Let me be that person.” He reached out, gently tilting your chin. “Let me make you feel good.”

Your eyes met again, and your resolve wavered. Then he brushed his thumb over your lips and spoke in a barely audible whisper.

“Let me love you.”

That word.

Love.

Your husband had never uttered it to you, nor had you to him. But hearing it from Eris… you knew he didn't mean just now—a stolen moment to carry in your heart. And that realization was the final push you needed.

You didn't know who moved first. One moment you were staring into each other's eyes. The next, your lips met.

He tasted like a wish come true after years of waiting.

You were done longing and yearning in secret, done pretending you didn't know what you truly wanted.

And as Eris loved you in front of the fireplace, you finally felt good. You felt cherished. And he took all night to make sure of it.

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[pussyydestroyer]

“The echo of the past”

Pairing: Ghostface Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Warning: +18, masturbation, fingering, oral, scissoring, stranger, fear, rudeness, Sam doesn't care, they are both horny

Word count: 6k+

The day had been extremely exhausting for you. Your boss, as always, sent you to do things that were not your responsibility at work. He took advantage of you for being young and inexperienced.

You went to college in the morning and in the afternoons you worked to earn a mediocre salary. An exhausting routine, but you brought it on yourself because you wanted to become independent so young and want to leave your city as soon as possible.

But you were finally in your small house that your aunt had rented to you at an accessible price some time ago.

It was a reasonable size. Cozy and had just the right amount of space for your daily needs as a young adult.

You had a lot of stress built up from having to put up with your asshole boss giving you orders incessantly, along with your teachers who talked constantly without stopping.

And there was no better way to get it off than with your own hands.

Slide the zipper of your pants so you could take them off a few seconds later. The cold air on the thighs made your skin crawl.

You closed the eyes so you could think of something that would help you warm up and move on.

You didn't like watching porn, you found it disgusting and totally fake, which is why it didn't turn you on.

All your mind kept wandering and thinking, making your body get hotter. And as if by magic, your hand slowly moved from the chest and down to your abdomen.

Felt the beginning of your underwear and without thinking about it any longer, you dipped your hand underneath it.

The wetness between your legs was evident as your thoughts acted wildly.

You shivered slightly as your finger brushed down your swollen clit.

The coldness of the room seemed to fade from your senses as the fingers ran up and down your already wet folds.

Your thoughts and memories of today disappear from your mind as the hips rose in response to your finger sliding inside you, causing a shaky exhale.

You could feel the thoughts becoming more vivid as your hand found the right rhythm, making you gasp.

The thumb rose slightly, finding its way to your clit, while your free hand grabbed your shirt and brought it to your mouth, exposing your breasts.

It was already customary for you to always take off your bra as soon as you stepped into the entrance of your house. Having it on all day was a bit uncomfortable and suffocating.

Your hand ran over your body with delicate movements, making you arch your back while your other hand worked wonders on your crotch.

You would occasionally massage or squeeze your breasts, and together with your mouth that muffled the moans from biting the shirt, it made it difficult to pay attention to anything other than your need to satisfy yourself.

The thumb circling your clit, your fingers entering and exiting you in a determined manner.

All of this was being very satisfying until the sound of something hitting the window made you stop abruptly.

You opened the eyes and looked towards the window next to you, feeling somewhat bewildered and disoriented.

You didn't give it much thought since the branches of the trees were always hitting it constantly or the baby pigeon that is learning to fly crashed roughly.

So you settled down to could continue fingering until the phone started to ring.

With frustration you grabbed your phone that was on the table next to you and saw who it was, an unknown number.

You huffed roughly before hanging up without thinking twice.

Most likely it was phone lines calling for you to hire them or it was the university charging for overdue tuition.

But before you could put the phone back on the table, it rang again.

It was the same number.

You muttered several insults and then cleared your throat and answered,

“Hello?” Your lack of motivation and disinterest in speaking was noticeable as you wiped your hand that was on your crotch earlier against the sheets.

There was a brief silence before the person on the other line answered “Congratulations, you have been selected as one of the winners in this prize wheel!”

Silence filled the room for a long moment, bewildered by how stupid this call was. “What?”

His voice could be described as that of a very high-pitched young man, possibly just coming out of puberty which irritated you even more.

“As you heard! You just have to answer a few questions to be able to access your prize!”

The positivity and joy of that kiddo was exhausting and frustrating to listen to.

If the day couldn’t get any worse, this clearly ruined it. The last thing you wanted to know was that you had won in a clear scam.

A normal person would have hung up immediately, but since you were stubborn, you didn’t. “Questions? What kind of shitty questions?” You said reluctantly and angrily.

But before you could finish speaking, the other person interrupted you. “What is your favorite scary movie?”

The voice abruptly changes to a deeper, more serious one with a slight distortion, but you ignore it, thinking it was your lousy internet’s fault.

“I don’t know. 500 days of summer?” You reply with frustrated sarcasm, bringing your fingers to your temple.

“That’s not a horror movie…” His voice was piercing and thicker as you paid more attention to it as it transformed into a more menacing one. “I’ll give you one last chance. What is your favorite scary movie, Y/n?”

Swallow heavily as your eyes widen in shock and disbelief before answering. How did this guy know your name?

You think of all the possibilities he could have gotten away with. He probably knows your address too.

“This has to be a fucking bad joke. I have better things to do than to be wasting my time on this shit. Bye.”

You didn’t even have time to take the phone away from your ear when he interrupts again.

“Don’t you dare hang up or I’ll slit your throat right now!” his voice rises higher.

All of your arrogant facade disappeared as you heard him yell. You were scared shitless now.

The person on the other end chuckles making you shiver “are you going out somewhere or are you still going to play yourself like a guitar?” He continues with his voice full of venom.

The phone bounced off the bed as you let go of it to sit up properly. Your pulse was racing at the revelation that he was clearly spying on you.

Looking around as the silence in the house was deafening making you even more scared.

Neither of you broke it. You trying to stay calm and process this. The other just enjoying watching you lose your composure.

“Don’t play with me like that you fucking pervert. Where are you?!” You tried to regain your courage, though your voice was shaking as you scanned every part of your room.

He chuckle again in his thick voice, making you shiver and sigh. “You want to know where I am? Well then. Come find me.”

The beep that sounded after he hung up made you break out in a cold sweat. Your body was frozen and you refused to move.

You wanted to keep holding on to the idea that it was a prank call, until you gasped when you heard footsteps in the distance.

The floors were made of wood, so anything that fell or someone stepped too hard, made them squeak.

You could feel your heartbeat pounding through your ears. You wanted to stay where you were, but you knew that if you stayed there for too long, something serious would happen to you.

With slow and clumsy movements, you sat on the edge of the bed while you held your phone tightly in your hand.

You looked around before letting out a heavy sigh and standing up so you could put on your pajama shorts. Something in you told you that you should play their little game, even though you knew that one way or another you would die.

You take short, delicate steps so as not to make any sound until you reach the entrance to your room.

The door was already open since you always left it that way, but seeing the darkness on the other side was like living in a horror movie, but one with a very low budget.

You look around with subtle movement, making sure there was nothing in sight so you could call the police.

The light switch was a few steps away from you, but you were too scared to go there and turn on the lights. So, you shine the light of your cell phone around the place, making sure everything was clear before making a call.

But before you could press the first digit, a message from the same number pops up in your notifications.

‘If you continue, consider yourself dead. ’

His voice echoed in your mind, leaving you completely paralyzed and shaking with fear.

You see that message for a short time that seemed like hours until it disappears from your sight. You didn't want to open his chat, you just wanted to get out of there and go somewhere else, but you knew perfectly well that you had nowhere to go.

It never crossed your mind that becoming independent in a place far away from all the people you knew since you were born would lead you to be stranded with a murderer in your own house without knowing what to do.

The chances of this happening were few, but never zero.

With a shaky sigh, you squeeze your phone in your hand and start walking, crossing the hallway to get to the stairs.

You try to control your breathing because you feel that it is too fast and it sounds too loud, but it is inevitable to hold it when you know that you are risking your life.

When you reach the stairs you hold on to the railing as if it were your life support, you put a foot on the first step and you curse yourself internally, pressing your lips together when it creaks.

Your eyes were firmly closed as you began to descend. Each step you went down creaked louder and in a different tone, causing a small gasp from you when you noticed it.

You weren’t even halfway up the stairs when the phone rang again, biting your bottom lip to stifle your sobs.

The movements were clumsy and shaky as you looked back at the phone. You didn’t want to answer it, but your life was at risk right now.

You slid it before hesitantly placing it against your ear, biting the inside of your cheek to keep any sound of surrender from escaping.

“Cold.” His voice filled with menace and mockery penetrated your ears making it hard for you to breathe.

A lump formed in the throat, feeling like you couldn’t speak, but you managed to do so anyway. “What?”

The shaky and vulnerable voice made the other person laugh causing you to sob in panic.

“You’re not even close…” you could feel the sick mania in his entire being “but I can see you”

Shallow breaths came out as you tried to maintain the little composure you had left, while blinking to keep from shedding any tears.

You took a moment to clear your adrenaline-fueled thoughts before taking another step down.

The switch was at the beginning of the stairs on the first floor, which meant you were a few steps away from reaching it so you could better see your car keys and be able to leave the place as soon as possible.

The call was still online while you heard his laughter as you continued down.

The worst of all was that, although the house was somewhat small, you couldn’t hear the distortion that phones produce when they are very close to each other, which meant you couldn’t have an idea of where he would be.

You take the final step, managing to reach the first floor completely, and you run your hand along the wall until you feel something bulging.

“That’s it. You're warm now" his praising voice makes a shiver run down your spine.

You freeze, not wanting to know what was coming next, but your hands betray you by moving to press the switch.

The lights turn on, illuminating the living room with warm tones. The atmosphere could be cozy as it normally was, just for the small detail that you catch a black presence out of the corner of your eye.

Slowly turning your head to get a better look at the other being in the other corner of the room, you quickly examine him and see that he is wearing a black robe and an elongated white mask, which makes your mind click.

It was the ghostface.

You had heard a few years ago the news about killers who dressed like that to kill, but it was irrelevant to you since your friends always dressed like that for Halloween with the purpose of scaring other people.

It wasn't a big deal to you back then, though you were very attracted to some of those killers that were shown in the news reports, but saying that you found a serial killer attractive was socially frowned upon. So you kept it to yourself.

But having him in front of you now, even if it was just a few steps away, was fucking terrifying and it didn't compare to anything your friends had used before or your teenage thoughts.

Your eyes didn't leave the other's movements as the masked one grabbed a device you didn't know about and raised it until it was close to his mouth. "hot"

Swallowed hard as you saw him tilt his head before he turned off the lights again, losing sight of him instantly.

You cursed yourself in a shaky, pleading whisper at the fact that he had found the other switch.

The curtains were closed, which meant that there was no trace of light into the house and that made things more difficult.

You knew perfectly well that he wanted you to follow him, to find him so that you both would be as close as possible and he would end your life. But you weren't going to give him that pleasure.

Taking a deep breath trying to stabilize yourself, but it was impossible to do so if you heard silent creaks approaching you.

Your body trembled and sweated as you took steps forward. You wanted to avoid him at all costs.

If you continued straight you could reach the front door and escape, but first you would have to go around some armchairs to grab the car keys.

You took some time to mentally prepare yourself for how risky your next moves could be, but there was no other way.

Continued with the slow and determined steps as you headed to the side of the couch. You knew he was on the other side and could see and feel your movements, but you had to pick up the keys that were on the table a few inches from you.

“You are so hot right now”

This was a trap. You bite your lip to stifle your sobs as you look around desperately to recognize where the saturated voice was coming from.

In an act of desperation and stress, you hang up the phone and throw it against the couch, making it bounce before you can grab the car keys that were right next to you.

But you should never declare victory too soon.

“Surprise” his voice is heard so close to you as you turn to see him when he turns on the other lamp that is next to the other personal chair in front of you.

Your blood immediately runs cold as soon as you see him with his knife in his hand. You drove yourself to your own death.

He tightens his grip on his knife as he heads towards you with slow, firm steps.

You stand tense, completely paralyzed without knowing what to do. If you moved, he would quicken his pace and kill you faster, but if you stayed still, he would do that too. So many options and they all led to the same destination.

The sighs and sobs coming from you were the only thing that could be heard in the room. You keep the eyes tightly closed so you don't see how close he is to you.

You groan as you back away and stumble into the chair he forced you to sit on when you hear the footsteps closer to you.

Sweat runs down your forehead and you shiver as you feel a rough hand touch your chin, forcing you to lift your head.

You don't protest. The terror running through your veins was too much to contradict him, so you lift it with a weak, shaky movement as you open your eyes.

You give him a quick glance and notice that he doesn't have the knife or the circular device in his free hand, which makes you frown slightly in doubt.

He tilts his head and chuckles again, enjoying the way you gasp and shake when he does.

Your fear mixes with curiosity when you hear him laugh and notice that his real voice is a little higher than you expected.

Gently, he removes his hand from your chin to take off the leather glove with the other and then holds your chin up again.

It was a thin hand with long, thin fingers. His touch was soft and warm, leaving you totally with doubt by the delicate way he touched you.

A few minutes ago he was threatening to take your life, and now he was being silky with you. It was all very strange, but you weren't going to complain now that you had him literally in front of you.

His thumb began to trace circles on your cheekbone, making you tremble.

You didn't know if your involuntary reactions were due to fear or because you were enjoying feeling his delicate touch against your skin.

He seemed to enjoy it in the way he let out a quick exhale.

His finger moved down, just below your bottom lip.

You were trying to figure out what his purpose was if he wasn't going to kill you, until he started to draw a slow, straight line across it.

You could feel his piercing gaze through that mask. Even though it scared you, you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

As if the other person was asking for it, you licked your lips before opening your mouth a little more and leaning forward to catch his thumb.

The tremble you caused him to feel was hard to miss.

You looked down at his arm to then see the mask. You tried to see who could be behind those black eyes, but it was impossible to notice anyone there.

You curled your tongue around his finger, and your wetness made him shiver.

Flattening your tongue, you moved up from below to the tip of his thumb as you hummed on purpose.

His breathing was heavy, as if he was holding back his gasps.

Your eyes never left his mask as you took him back into your mouth.

You noticed he was enjoying it in the way his fingers dug into your jaw as he tensed up.

Sucked on him so hard that your cheeks sank, eliciting a soft, low whimper from him.

Notice his sounds are delicate and sharp again, and you look at him with a frown, having a slight suspicion that the person behind the mask was not a man but a woman.

The other person tilts the head in doubt at the way you look at them.

You lower your gaze, even with their finger in your mouth, to look at they crotch. But there's nothing there.

They evil robotic laugh snaps you out of your thoughts, but you still keep looking at they crotch trying to see a bulge or something, but nothing. “There’s nothing there that you like.”

Through all that deep, distorted laughter you can hear a female voice behind it all, which makes your heart skip a beat.

She pulled her thumb out of your mouth when she noticed you were more excited and determined about what was to come.

Her thumb moved tracing a line from your lip to the chin, then finding your neck and grabbing it, pushing you back so you were completely against the couch.

You let out a moan at the sudden act, and found yourself grabbing her hip in a way to hold on to something.

Your breathing was labored and you felt yourself getting hotter and hotter from the way she held you. Her pressure wasn’t painful, but it was still strong.

Without taking your eyes off her, you run your hand down her waist, but she doesn’t seem to complain, until you reach her crotch applying a slight force which makes her gasp and move her hips against you.

“See? “Nothing,” she whimpers as her grip tightens on your neck, making you moan.

Her breathless voice was the last thing that made you give in to whatever she wanted from this moment on, completely forgetting the fact that you were on the verge of crying or panicking a moment ago.

Despite all that distortion and depth in that fictional voice, the female voice still echoed in your head. You swore you heard it somewhere else, but you were too determined to get into lust to think of where you could have heard it from before.

With an impatient movement, you lean forward and lift her tunic to reveal her waist. Your eyes quickly find the belt and your free hand unbuckles it with ease, almost as if you were experienced.

The sound of leather hitting metal abruptly was deafening and overwhelming.

You assume her gaze is fixed on your movements as you pull down the zipper. You put your thumb inside the edge of her pants to begin to pull them down little by little, while your other hand continues to hold the tunic by her stomach so as not to interfere with your movements.

With her pants already around her ankles, you notice that her underwear is already quite wet, which makes you wonder how long she had been like this.

You swallow, leaving those thoughts behind.

Briefly raise your gaze to look at her, while your hand reaches her crotch, putting pressure on it, managing to get a moan out of her as her grip on your hair tightens.

Hadn't noticed that she had placed her hand on you, causing you to gasp at the sudden contact.

You felt the wetness immediately on your hand, biting the inside of your cheek, not wanting to let out another sound.

Her hips jerk against your hand. She wanted more friction and you knew it perfectly.

Not think twice and pull her underwear down completely exposing her pussy.

She gasps again feeling you so close to her skin now.

You run two fingers through her folds causing her to drop her head back down with a sharp, shaky exhale.

You press your lips together realizing that her sounds are affecting you the same way your movements are affecting her.

You continue to rub her folds, feeling that she is shaking more than usual.

She needs you in every way possible.

She grabs your hair tightly and pulls it back. You moan at the grip that forced you to look at her.

You nodded frantically, understanding her need.

Your fingers trail up her folds one last time before going back down, applying a little more pressure until you reach her wet slit.

With a low growl, she leans forward, holding on to the couch firmly with one hand, sensing you about to enter.

You move your fingers up, entering her with ease thanks to her growing wetness, drawing a groan from her along with a tight grip on your already messy hair.

Your fingers continue to enter deeper, and her breathing become more frantic hitting the mask.

Her voice was so beautiful that it resonated in your mind despite not having heard it verbally.

When your fingers no longer seemed to be visible to the naked eye, your thumb pressed against her clit, briefly moving it up, managing to make you shudder at the way she moaned that you will continue.

A shaky “yeah” escaped your lips as your fingers began to pull out and push deeper inside her.

Her moans grew louder with each thrust you gave, and you were completely lost in the way her unfiltered voice sounded.

Your own wetness began to seep through the thin fabric of your shorts as your thumb matched the steady rhythm of your other fingers.

You couldn’t stand just listening to her. You wanted to see her, to feel her deeper.

You abruptly pulled your fingers out of her, leaving her stunned and reeling. But before she could complain or yank on your hair, your fingers dug into her bare waist as you looked at her with a sly smile.

“Maybe there’s something I like after all,” your hot breath against her skin made her shiver before you moved in completely and licked at her clit.

An intangible curse escaped her lips with this light contact. Her hips rock against your face and you try to hold on tight so you can continue.

You flatten your tongue to explore more of her sensitivity. But she always wanted more.

With a quick movement, she lifts her leg and flexes it on the couch, right next to you, opening herself more to you.

A gasp catches in your throat at the sudden movement. You look at her for a few seconds once you return to continue licking her.

Now having more accessibility to her, your tongue moves frantically through her folds.

Her moans are getting louder as she holds your head to not let you go.

Gasps leave your lips against her pussy with each lick you give. Closing your eyes slowly so you can concentrate on your movements as you get closer to her entrance.

The movements of your head were determined and little by little her voice was clearer, more tangible to you.

She continues to tremble and moves against you. His grip is strong, almost painful, but you loved it.

Those moans, that unique and beautiful voice you could recognize from somewhere else, though you didn't know where. But that ragged gasp, like he was losing his breath made you realize who it was.

“Sam?!” Your voice of genuine surprise crashes against her skin as you raise your head again, suddenly stopping all the pleasurable movements.

Of all the people who could be behind the mask, Sam was one of your last options of who it could be.

You hadn’t seen her since… over a year ago? You didn’t remember exactly, but her calling you threatening to kill you in a very stupid voice so that you could end up having sex, is a very strange and unexpected reunion.

Her body, as well as yours, was equally agitated by the abrupt change of contact.

Your eyes met, and the only thing that broke the silence was the heavy breathing.

You tried to figure out what was going through her mind, since neither of you dared to break the silence. You were pretty sure it was Sam.

As if it were the blink of an eye, she grabs her knife tied to her hip and stabs it into the back of the chair, very close to your head.

You didn’t have time to react, just your nails digging into her hips.

She grabs your jaw and pushes you back, lifting you roughly so you look directly at her.

“Don’t say that again, you hear me?” She hisses, her voice mixed with venom and desire.

You nod frantically as you swallow hard at her demanding tone. “Alright. I won’t.”

“Good.”

The low, husky way she said it made your need grow along with the wetness between your legs.

She quickly puts her hands on your thighs and squeezes them hard, making you moan before she roughly grabs you and pushes you to the side, sliding you down the couch so you’re now completely lying on it.

You just stare at her as she completely takes off her pants.

When you wanted to leave your parents' house behind, you were traveling from city to city to experience new things and get out of the routine you had before. That's where you met Sam in Modesto.

She worked at the gas station across from the restaurant you work at as a waitress.

While you were taking the order of one of the many diners, you saw her enter with slow steps. She seemed very tired that day.

She was heading to the front desk, but there was no one there to serve her. Luckily for you, you had just finished taking the table's orders, so you headed to the front desk to see what is offered to her, even though that wasn't your specialty.

You cordially introduced yourself and she did the same.

Both of you talked for a few minutes until she finally said she was coming to get a takeout order. You went to the kitchen and quickly came back with a paper bag in your hands.

She asked you where you were from, since she had lived in the city for some time and had never seen you. You told her your reasons and she seemed to understand the situation.

Both continued talking for a while until she had to leave. Without first telling you that she worked right across the street.

Your first impression of her pleased you, she seemed like someone kind and fun.

As the days went by, you started talking more and more, although she was still reserved about some topics.

Sometimes in your free time, you would stop by the gas station just to waste time and talk to her. Sam did the same when he didn't have many customers to serve.

A few months passed and you started having feelings for her, and somehow you became very close.

Everything about her seemed charming and attractive to you. The way her hair moved against the wind, her smile, her voice, her hands, everything.

Until, at the worst of times, you found out that she had a boyfriend.

You didn't like him. He was lazy when it came to his work and ridiculously clumsy and conceited.

But if that was Sam's taste in men, you weren't one to judge him publicly.

You started to become more distant with her because of that. You didn't want to get hurt because of your feelings.

It wasn't romantic attraction, it was simply admiration, or that's what you tried to convince yourself.

As usual, things were boring again around you. Being with Sam of course wasn't, but you didn't feel the excitement of working every day anymore. So one day you left without saying goodbye or leaving a trace.

You never heard from her again since you never shared numbers or social media. That was the fun of being with her, not having to harass each other with daily messages or stalking each other. Just spending the day talking about whatever, even if it was just a few hours, was great.

Over time, your attraction to her was fading. You weren't constantly thinking about her anymore. In fact, you hadn't thought about her in a long time.

Until now.

She grabs the sides of your shorts pulling them down hungrily, exposing your delicate, wet cunt.

You were both agitated and eager for more, so just letting her do everything.

She grabs your knees and pushes them to the ends of the couch, causing one of them to rub against the newly stuck knife.

You can't hold back the shaky gasps once you see her get on top of you, followed by a moan as you feel her full weight against your body.

The sensation of cunt against cunt was deliciously stimulating once their hips collided, causing both of you to gasp.

Feeling her wet pussy against yours was driving you crazy, but you somehow managed to lift one leg and place it on top of her bent leg next to your hip.

Her grunt along with your moan was a noticeable clue about your dripping slits hitting each other, but still neither of both moved yet.

She adjusted herself by put her other leg across your hip, on top of your outstretched leg.

Maybe the version of Sam you knew a year ago wasn't the real one. Whatever it was, you liked either one.

She grabs your thigh, digging her nails into you, making you groan.

Your nails automatically dug into her own thigh and waist as you grabbed her to hold on.

The gasps of both of you mix in the air as you feel each other.

Raising your gaze, you look at her with pleading, dark eyes, not knowing what features she could have at this moment.

As if she were reading your mind, she begins to rock on your hips slowly and painfully.

You grab her waist tighter, trying to pull her towards you. The little friction was killing you.

“Sam, please,” Your own voice showing how needy you were. You raise your hand, wanting to remove that hideous mask from her face that somehow managed to turn you on.

Sam being faster, grabs your wrist when you barely manage to touch the resistant plastic. “What did I just say to you?”

She sounded so firm, so drowned in the same desire as you that you just stayed quiet and looked away.

With just that act of vulnerability, she began to move her hips again, guiding your hand to her shoulder.

You held on tightly every time she slid her pussy against yours.

Instantly the moans and labored breathing resumed their course. Both of you firmly holding on to each other.

You saw how her body moved up and down, which meant that her pussy slipped more easily.

Your whole body was on fire, and hearing her moans stimulated you even more.

You grabbed her hips with both hands, helping her increase the speed.

She didn't scold you for that, she simply let you guide her.

Your hands and her hips moved simultaneously causing your back to arch against her.

The movements became faster and more erratic that splashes could be heard.

She was practically hugging your leg, turning her moans into mumbled curses.

Her cum was dripping everywhere, dripping down your ass, becoming excitingly sticky.

She braced herself with her free hand on your chest, not wanting to show weakness to you

Between all those moans and gasps your head fell back, feeling the heat build up in your belly, but you didn't want her to stop.

You both moved your hips in sync against each other, generating more of that exquisite friction that increased that pressure.

Your clitorises rubbed together easily. The sweat mixing between your legs made it easier to move, which generated more pleasure along with the heat of your bodies.

“I'm so close Sam”

Sam's hand slides down your neck, forcing her to lean in closer to you. “Shut up”

The aggressiveness of her words that came out as muffled moans brought you closer to the edge of your climax.

She kept panting and you could feel her body tense up.

“Fuck” she moans before bringing a hand to her mask and taking it off to throw it somewhere in the room.

Her totally messy hair along with the sweat on her reddened face was extremely exciting.

You wanted to keep looking at her face, but she gave one last thrust with her pussy that managed to make you come.

Arching your back and throwing your head back, away from her face to receive the climax.

Even though you had finished, she kept rubbing her cunt against yours. She was so close to her own climax that she didn't waste any moment of your weakness.

Her moans became higher pitched and her grip on your neck was strong.

You kept guiding her hips, wanting her to be just as satisfied as you.

Feeling her clit rubbed in a rough and desperate way was the only thing missing for her to came with a groaning groan.

Her whole body tensed up giving that final push.

You gasp happily at the feel of all her cum in your pussy when she finally finishes.

Her breathing was fast and erratic as her face was so close to yours.

It took her a few seconds to compose herself. You watched as a satisfied smile formed on her lips as she untangled her legs and sat comfortably on the couch.

You were still lying down with your breathing slowly returning to normal.

She leaned her head back against the backrest as she let out a final sigh.

You continued to watch her silently, not wanting to disturb the tranquility of the place, but you felt forced to do so. “What the hell was that all about?”

She chuckle without looking at you yet and playfully hits your leg. “Yeah. I missed you too.”

I thought I was going to do less but I got carried away

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Yet Unnamed

Chapter 9

Masterlist

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

Warnings for Yet Unnamed: Kidnapping, cuffs, injuries, drugging by injection, mentions of needles, lots of swearing, kissing, fluff, angst, idiots in love all around.

Being unknown still had its perks. You easily just got yourself a Uber and rode up to JYPE with no fuss. Better enjoy it while you can, it would all change very soon.

In the company you had your own offices. There were several people doing this job before, and they managed other groups as well. But you would just be working with SKZ.

Even so, you had a total of 4 rooms set aside for your work, all with the necessary stuff to do your job. Some had desks and computers, and some were wet up for interviews and videos. There were even several places with different backdrops for TikTok's and shorts in a couple of rooms. Literally, everything you could need on short notice.

The main office was where you set up shop, from this room you could see the other rooms and the main common area you had around the circle of rooms. There were couches and chairs there with side tables and rugs. It looked like a living room, really.

As the data from the reaction video uploaded to your cloud drive your phone dinged and you pulled it out.

You sigh heavily. Chan didn't realize how much you leaned on them already. You weren't used to this life and all it entailed. And you weren't used to depending on other people. You have never been the damsel in distress kind of person.

You want to work hard and be worthy of being a part of this soul group. You have no talent in singing, dancing, or modeling. You have your expertise in social media and keeping an audience engaged and waiting for the next post with artful teasing.

And that is how you can contribute to this group of amazingly talented people who are known and loved worldwide. You damn well were going to do it to the best of your ability. And you weren't going to let your work stress out the boys in any way.

It really was exactly what you needed to hear. It was perfect and it almost made you want to start crying, but that could also be because you were so stressed and tired right now. His words and confidence in you was inspiring.

You decided to keep the meetings. It really wouldn't hurt to see how the others do this job. And you would be working with them on any inter agency collabs like dance challenges and stuff. Being friendly with them could only help.

In between the meetings, you worked on both YouTube videos. You were down to the wire. It needed to be polished, double-checked, polished again, then uploaded to the video que on YouTube and all before the deadline quickly drawing nearer. You hadn't even gotten to the first polishing yet.

Minnie was correct, if overly dramatic. You hadn't snacked or eaten today besides the apple for breakfast. To be honest, you didn't feel much like dinner either, so you were planning on skipping that as well. You had too much to do and were too stressed about it. So, you read the messages but didn't respond. You still had more to do on the video before you could go home and finally, finally, get some sleep.

Smiling through a massive yawn you send a goodnight and set your phone aside. Your tired eyes going back to your computer screen. You only had a bit more to go but it was already past ten at night.

When the video was finally uploaded, queued, and ready to go, it was 20 to 3 in the morning. You were tempted to sleep on the cushy couch you had been glancing at for the last several hours, but you didn't want to worry the boys by not coming home. Plus, you wouldn't get to say goodbye before Ayen, Lino, and Bin left for several days.

So, yet another Uber took you home. The city was still lit up even at 3am. There were people and cars still out and about doing whatever it is they were doing. The city was still awake, never truly sleeping.

As the driver put on some soft jazz to fill the silence you let the lights flashing by blur together and lull you to a nice zone right before falling asleep.

The apartment was quiet when you walked in. They were thoughtful enough to leave the hall light on for you so you could see. You made your way to your bedroom as quietly as you could, turning the light off as you went.

You were only partially surprised to find Chan curled up in your bed, phone still loosely in his hand from falling asleep while using it. You guessed he had tried staying up to wait for you, even though he needed to sleep more.

You dug out an extra charger you had and plugged his phone in so it wouldn't be dead in the morning, setting it on the bedside table on his side of the bed. He didn't so much as stir as you changed and climbed into bed. You even snuggled up to him and laid your head on his chest. Knowing how poor his sleep was, you were glad he was out so hard. You, yourself was out in a matter of seconds.

A horrible blaring alarm shot you out of your peaceful, short, slumber far too soon.

"M s'm larm." Chan mumbled without opening his eyes. He didn't even move to turn the alarm off.

Rolling your eyes, you reached across him to turn off the alarm yourself, unwilling to listen to the awful noise longer than you had to. As you did, you caught sight of the time. Time for you to get up anyway.

"Time to get up, babe." You yawned. The couple hours of rest you were able to get felt more like a nap, but it was good enough for now.

"Mm. What time you get home?" He asked reaching over to pat at me where he could reach.

You flipped the blankets off both of you, letting the harsh cold air help wake you up. "A little before 4."

At this he finally opened his eyes to look you over. "Go back to sleep then."

"No. Bin, Lino, and Ayen are leaving soon. I want to say goodbye properly. And Hyune has his spread and commercial today." You stood, stretched, and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

Chan dozed some more while you showered and got dressed. He never even bothered to cover himself back up with a blanket.

You were contemplating shoving him off the bed when there was a knock on the door. "Come in." You invited.

Felix cracked the door open, then bounced in, picking you up. "You're here! I missed you!" He spun you around making you laugh out loud.

"I got back this morning. You had plenty of company last night, I'm sure."

Felix pouted and set you back on your feet carefully. You tugged at his protruding lip gently with a fond smile.

"The video comes out today. Everyone will know you." Chan finally sat up in bed, hair sticking up in all directions. There were lines on is face from where he was laying.

At his reminder your stomach twisted uncomfortably. "I'm already bracing myself." You reply.

Felix patted your hair. "They are going to love you."

You smiled at him, still unconvinced of your warm welcome from STAY. There would be a lot of hate. That was a given. And you weren't sure how you would take the negativity.

Bin nearly shoved food down your throat when he found out you hadn't eaten at all yesterday. You tried to tell him you were honestly just not hungry, but he didn't care. So, you ate, just for him.

"Promise you will eat while we are gone." He requested.

"The rest of us will be here to make sure, Bin." Chan assured him.

You scoff. "It was just a couple meals! It's not a big deal!"

"There is no good reason to not eat. Don't turn into these girls around here." Bin was passionate about his subject. It was touching. And also, sad.

You drape yourself over his back and kissed the side of his head. "I promise I will eat while you are gone."

Bin leaned back and tilted his head to look up at you. "Thank you. I just worry the company, and that disgusting man who we will not speak of, will try and convince you to do that extreme shit."

"Never. I may occasionally go a day or two without eating when I'm busy or stressed, but I'll never do one of those awful diets. I am happy with my weight."

Satisfied with your promise and declaration, he relaxed against you. You absently drummed a beat gently on his chest.

“This is going to be a nice day.” Chan mentioned as he scrolled through his phone.

“Wanna do some work in the atrium? Enjoy the weather?” Han suggested reaching for the pepper.

“I could meet you there. They have a very nice gazebo.” You perked up.

Bin reached back to offer you a bite of his bacon, which you took, humming as you chewed.

“Are you working from the company again?”

“Yeah. I need to start setting up for upcoming stuff. And we are scheduled to record shorts for TikTok and YouTube. Challenges for the new song.”

“Wanna meet for lunch too?” Chan asked, going back to his breakfast.

Before you could answer, Hyune blew through the room, giving everyone he could a peck. “Sorry, running behind.”

You looked at your phone, checking the time. “Don’t panic. You have plenty of time.”

“Not if there is traffic!”

You reached out and gently grabbed him as he rushed by, pulling him in to kiss him. “Don’t fluster yourself. If there is traffic, text me, and I'll let them know.”

Hyune sighed, giving in. “Fine. Are you coming by?”

“Yes, I’ll be there before shooting starts.”

Hyune smiled and kissed you again before leaning down and kissing Bins hair. “Safe trip, guys. Love you.”

There was a chorus of goodbyes and Hyune left, door closing softly behind him. He was much calmer now, not nearly as rushed.

The first thing on your list was seeing Ayen, Lino, and Bin off. They would be gone for several days. “Stay safe. Make sure to call. I’ll be on video call for the interviews.” You gave each of them a hug and kiss as you spoke.

“Don’t stress yourself. This is a lot for one person to do.” Lino warned.

You smiled. It’s true. Your days were full from start to finish, but you could handle it so far. You were very good at multitasking. And you made sure to always have moments – however short – of non-work. Either time with yourself or with your soul mates. Just something that wasn’t working.

Though finding someone to help was on your list, when you felt like you could let go of the reins a bit. When you were more secure in your position here. Right now, you still felt like you had something to prove, and you didn’t think you could bring yourself to trust someone else to help you with that.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll find time to relax. Promise.”

Once they were off, you headed right over to Hyune to oversee the photoshoot and commercial. It would be the first big-time commercial and magazine spread photoshoot you would be a part of. Before this, it was usually small businesses you oversaw. This would be new, and you were kind of excited about it.

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[xhollowfaerie]

Lavanda

a/n: ahhhh i reallyyy like how this came out, with the exception of me being a sleep deprived idiot and literally forgetting that Zara is already dead by the time Lucanis is First Talon (ik im a fucking dumbass) so ignore that part, but i liked the dialogue too much to scrap it, it is what it is. sung this song for hours while writing, pls listen if u can it's one of my favs and it adds so much to the atmosphere, it's very Rookanis to me <3 pps the elvhen destroyed my brain. i learned too many things. forbidden knowledge. enjoy💜 tags: demi4demi Rookanis, hurt/comfort, fluff, these little idiots are so in love, almost kiss, Rook runs Lucanis a bath, the smallest hint of spice (yes the concept art-inspired bath smut is on the way, i promise), Lucanis covered in scars is canon to me, body hair + happy trail Lucanis hehehe, dadbod-ish(?) Lucanis🤤, I overuse "mierda" but I like it too much

Rook was happily humming a bard song as her fingers danced along the pool of water, watching the ripples with a smile.

“She would always like to say,

Why change the past when you can own this day…”

Her pointed ears twitched as they picked up a familiar rhythm of steps approaching, causing her to bite her lip and smile even wider, tilting her head to the side.

“My, I was beginning to think the Crows had stolen you away again, Master Dellamorte…” Kore giggled, turning to face Lucanis.

Just as she had hoped, a blush dusted his cheeks.

“Don’t call me that, Rook” Lucanis blurted curtly, before clearing his throat. He was still the First Talon, it seemed, ready to give orders. “...please. It’s too formal.”

She covered her lips sheepishly, as she always did after her flirting and teasing.

“I’m sorry.” 

He hummed shortly. “Why don’t I believe you?”

The elf glanced away, trying to contain the flush of her own features as she gestured towards the steaming pool.

“Well… I ran you a nice, warm bath! Lavender and honey… to help you relax. You deserve it.” He took a deep breath of the scent into his lungs, sending a shiver down his spine.

Her voice softened, and her smile felt like a warm hug.

“You’ve been working so much, tending to your duties as First Talon. I can't imagine how stressful it must be.” Lucanis found himself at a loss around Rook again; they had gotten much closer, and she was always showering him with affection; with her attention, with her allure. 

Lavender was calming. Of course; the most popular remedy for trouble sleeping; but it was quite ironic that Spite had whispered that exact word into his ear at Pietra as he looked at her lips. Lucanis had begun to associate it with a more exciting feeling. The feeling Rook gave him every time they were together.

‘KISS. HER. LUCANIS! FIRST KISS. LAVENDER AND HONEY. SO MANY TIMES, SHE BRINGS IT UP. KISS HER, KISS HER!’

The Crow flushed a deeper shade of red, averting his eyes.

‘REMEMBER! COFFEE DATE. FIRST KISS! REMIND ROOK.’

Kore had… omitted the truth. In her desperation to flirt, she had pretended as if she had ever had a first kiss. Much like Lucanis, she could only suspect what it would taste like. In his mind, she was more experienced - sweet, relaxed, flirty, and, not to mention, breathtaking. He had seen the way Viper looked at her. His mind had filled in the rest. Albeit… inaccurately. 

Running him a bath… cooking together, for each other, making coffee… grocery trips, reading, comparing daggers… The domesticity that had grown so beautifully between them wrapped its hands around his neck, cutting his oxygen off.

He didn't want to ruin it. Everything. Her. What they had. He didn't know what to call it, but that couldn't matter any less. He knew he was her assassin. Her God Killer. He would be anything she ever needed. It was all he needed. To be useful to her. To be what she needs.

“How was Treviso?”

As her voice caressed his hearing, his shoulders slouched. The assassin let out a sigh, guard finally lowering; for just a split second, he unravelled his facade and visibly winced. It was so easy to forget himself around her, to allow himself to grow comfortable. Too comfortable. 

“It was-”

“Lucanis!”

She stood up and rushed to his side, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

“You're hurt!”

His heart was bursting at the expression of concern on her face. He smiled in an attempt to console her. “I assure you, I'll live” he chuckled, but she furrowed her brows and puffed her cheek as she always did when she was frustrated with him. He tried again. “No pasa nada. I promise, Rook, it's nothing.”

“Mientes” she mumbled, reaching a hand up to straighten his collar. His eyes widened. The Antivan leaving her lips always took him by surprise. He stared at her dumbfounded as she pressed on.

“Does it hurt? Can I see?”

He blushed again, and took a moment to remember how to string words together.

“My… ribs.”

Her hands rested on his chest, and he felt her touch burning a fire inside of it through his clothes.

“Rook-”

“Please, Lucanis. Let me help you.”

Mierda, her eyes. How could he ever say no to them?

“You always take care of me… Let me do the same.”

He could feel the heat extending to his neck and ears, wishing desperately that she would be a lot worse at allowing him to open up, for once - it was getting considerably harder to stay away from her, to maintain a safe distance between them, especially as her hands ran down his chest with that look on her face that he couldn’t quite pin down.

‘Rook. Loves you. Loves Spite, loves us!’ Spite helped, inching closer to her. She briefly glanced at him, giggling as he grinned in her direction. Lucanis narrowed his eyes in confusion, but she quickly caught onto it and, scrambling to shift his attention, lifted a hand up to cup his face, her own catching on fire.

“Can you… open your shirt for me, please?”

The dryness in his throat physically hurt as he tried his best to gulp it down, feeling himself unable to move, or speak, or do anything other than admire her with what he knew was unbridled affection and… something else that he really hated himself for.

“L-Lucanis?” “Yes.”

His answer was immediate, breathless. None of them spoke any further or moved. They stared into each-other; she lovingly studied the sharp angles of his face as he delighted in the roundness of hers, wishing more than anything that his arms could wrap around her figure and hold her to his chest.

The simple dress she was wearing fit her so beautifully - he didn’t have the courage to mention he’d just bought her the one she mentioned she loved the last time they went to Treviso together. Had they met under different circumstances, he would have been convinced she was royalty; a Princess, a Goddess. The intricate elven markings on her face, the trails of lightning… he wanted to press his lips down the length of them, no matter how far they went - he would let them guide his mouth over her skin while he worshipped her for days.

“U-Um… s-should I…?” Kore finally broke the silence between them, feeling the intensity of his gaze crumbling her composure; his eyes were one of his sharpest tools, but they had never regarded her with anything other than delicate softness - well, that, and… w-whatever had filled them just now, making her skin tingle under the fabric of her dress.

As if she’d shocked him, Lucanis finally snapped out of it, idly clearing his throat and taking a step back as her hand fell from his face, scratching the side of his neck. “Y-N-No, I, uh, I can manage... Thank you, Kore.”

Kore pursed her lips, trying to suppress a smile. Her enchanted eye followed Spite as he circled around her, brushing the tips of their fingers together. When her green orb landed on Lucanis again, his dexterous hands were unbuttoning his vest, eyes following their motions. He shrugged it off effortlessly before removing his crow pin, untying and pulling his cravat off with one swift motion, causing Kore to almost lose her balance for a second, hand rushing to cover the gasp that left her mouth. He glanced at her with the same look from earlier, a natural charm and… almost… she was inclined to say hunger, but that thought made her want to scream into a pillow. He was about to say something, but Spite clamped his hand over his mouth, making Lucanis scowl for a moment.

‘SHUT. UP! She’s enjoying it! KEEP. GOING.’

Desperately shoving the embarrassment creeping inside him back down, Lucanis tore his gaze away from her again, focusing on his buttons, dextrous fingers twisting them out of their eyelets with cold precision. The elf felt her lips parting enough for her knuckle to peek through, sinking her teeth into her skin as she watched him breathlessly. Slowly, his large hands moved lower and lower, allowing her a glimpse of his body beneath the expensive, dark purple fabric; her heartbeat picked up as her eyes shyly explored the shape of his chest, his sun-kissed skin riddled with scars. 

When he reached the final button, he straightened himself awkwardly, feeling the fabric part as it exposed his abdomen to her. She shamelessly trailed the length of his dark hairs lower and lower, trying her absolute best to not get distracted by the enticing mix of muscle and softness. A large bruise bloomed the span of his ribs, right across a large, visibly newer scar. 

Her eyes widened, feeling the tears already welling up; instinctively, she stepped closer, lightly reaching to ghost her fingers over it. Oh, Maker, Maker, why, why did she have to look at him with such devotion, something he could never deserve, especially not from her.

“Oh, Lucanis…” Kore whispered, riddled with dejection. She glanced up at him, silently asking for his consent; he simply gave her a shy nod, nervously bracing himself for her touch.

When the soft tips of her fingers ran down his scar, he shuddered from head to toe, accompanied by the smallest grunt of pain. 

Exhilarating, just as he’d always imagined.

She tore her hand away, feeling the overwhelming guilt stab right through her heart; he immediately mourned its loss.

“Ir abelas, I’m so sorry-!” 

With a shaky hand, he reached to gently wrap his fingers around hers and brought her hand back to his abdomen, reassuringly pressing atop hers. His ears buzzed, feeling himself falling into a stupor of her touch.

“Don’t be.”

A tiny sigh of relief left her, but the heat in her face only worsened; her hand felt like it might catch on fire any second.

“It’s not your fault. Just a pesky wound that refuses to fully heal” he grumbled, glancing at Spite, who peeked out from behind Kore, lovingly twirling a strand of her pink hair, scowling. She couldn’t quite hear him yet, but he was much clearer to her now, making it easier to read his lips. The intensity of his emotions reached her through the Veil - the hatred, that burning desire for revenge.

‘Nnnnnrgh! Zara! Calivan! Spite remembers.’

Her jaw clenched, feeling the familiar rage bubbling inside her from the day they freed Lucanis, multiplied tenfold by her growing affection for him since. Lucanis saw her eyes flicker, the way they did when she used her magic to slam Venatori into the dirt, the rawness when she slit their throats. It was such a stark contrast to her usual sweetness, but he adored it all the same.

Maybe a little too much.

The hand dangling by her side sparked for just a split second before she grasped onto the skirt of her pink dress, shaking relentlessly. She stared up at him, and Lucanis felt a part of him shrink as another threatened to swell. He knew much too well what she was capable of - how terrifying she could be, how powerful of a mage, more powerful than she even realized.

A mage. And he was her mage-killer, sworn to her service for the rest of his days. Enthralled, but no, not by blood magic, not like before.

It took every ounce of his self-control to hold back from kissing her.

The way her fox-like eyes narrowed dangerously, feeling her hand heat up over his skin; Lucanis felt like he couldn’t breathe, and then she spoke in a low voice, almost reducing him to a trembling mess.

“We’ll find her, Lucanis, I swear it. And when we do? We will make her wish she was dead. She’ll pay for every. single. thing she’s ever done to you, if it is the last thing I do.”

Spite dragged a groan of arousal out of his throat before eyeing her hungrily, breaking into a chuckle. ‘Rooooooook! Sooo. Protective. Lucanisssss. Want to? Get on your knees. For her.’

The Crow let out a strangled noise, shaking - he couldn’t tell if her mouthing ‘shhh, I’m here, I’m right here, Lucanis’ as her fingers lovingly traced his scar as she punctuated every word made his shivers much better or much, much worse.

La sangre del Hacedor. It was too late. Far too late.

She was nested so deeply inside his heart that tearing her out would kill the only part of himself that made it possible to get up every morning, to pick up his daggers, to not give up on himself, to not despise the abomination in the mirror.

“Kore Mercar” he found her full name spilling from his lips, daring to inch in closer as her eyes watched him so adoringly, a sentiment mirrored into his own. She felt her knees grow weak, hearing her name laced with his irresistible accent, uttered with such fondness, it made her wonder if she was dreaming of him again. They shared a thought which remained unspoken; the words themselves served only to hold the meaning that everything between them all but screamed already.

I think I’m in love with you.

“You are something else… unlike anything I have ever known” he shakily breathed instead, delighting in the flustered expression on her face as she broke into a smile.

“Says the scary mage-killer who makes me coffee every morning…” 

Her honeyed voice alone was enough to drive him absolutely insane, to make him come undone from just the thought of it (as it had already…). It made him so vulnerable, especially when she whispered to him with those alluring, mismatched eyes, the twinkling specks of glitter on her eyelids, the length of her lashes. The fullness of her heart-shaped lips.

She was absolutely divine, and there was no deity, no Maker or whatever else, that could ever earn his undying conviction the way Rook had.

Her kissable lips pursed, preceding the coziest warmth that he’d ever felt enveloping the throbbing pain surrounding his ribs, calming it. He glanced down to see her hand light up, shaken to his core by the absolute adoration painted on her face - adoration, and… neediness.

A need to be helpful. To be careful with him. To praise him, to shelter him, to make him see just how much he meant to her. How he had saved her life.

But… she was hesitant. Scared. He felt her hand tremble and, as his was still steadied atop, he tentatively gave it a light squeeze -it seemed that was all she needed in order to feel safe, to allow herself to open up to him. 

“I-I’m… not very good at this” Kore admitted. “I only cause destruction, only bring death.” She averted her gaze, shining with tears. “Or so I’ve been told. But, it turns out, they were right.”

“Over my dead body” Lucanis suppressed a growl, worried he might scare her with the murderous instinct taking over him. The swirls of pink around her face bounced so beautifully as she looked at him again, unsure if she had heard him right.

“Anyone who wishes to ever speak to you like that again may do so over my dead body.”

Her free hand reached to hide her own face as he heard a small whimper, but he - urged by Spite - lovingly pried it away.

“Please, never hide from me. Your presence has already healed me in ways I never thought possible. You hold me- this team, together, you soothe our aches, you aid our every endeavour, believe in us when we have been wrought of every drop of faith in ourselves. Everyone - myself especially - would not be here without you.”

“Lucanis… I…”

Maybe he was just too intoxicated by her scent, by the rosemary oil in her hair, by the vanilla of her perfume, by the steam of lavender surrounding them, but he finally dared to face the dread inside of him as he slowly closed his eyes, moving his fingers towards her face, almost, almost holding that sacred space of softness between her jaw and neck into his palm, to bring her into him, finally finally, finally, be brave, for once -

“Hey, Rook? Taash told me you might be in here, do you still need more lavender flowe- aaah- oh!”

Their steps were quick and almost soundless as they both pulled apart in the blink of an eye; Kore tucked a stray lock of pink behind her ear as she flushed and Lucanis cleared his throat, timidly pulling on his collar to close the gap in the fabric over his chest.

“O-Oooh…!” Lace winced, making a face as the realization immediately hit her. “Sorry…! Don’t mind me! I was never here!”

Harding apologetically set the basket of lavender flowers down with a grin, tilting her head towards Kore with a nod of encouragement before she rushed off.

They both exhaled in sync, looked at each-other in surprise, then looked away again.

“I-I should, um, let you enjoy your bath, before it gets cold-”“Sí, I, it would be a waste for it to get cold-”

Their hurried voices overlapped before a dull silence settled.

She was the first to giggle, followed by a faint rumble from his chest. They finally faced each-other again, bright. Light. Beguiled.

“Gracias, Rook.” “De nada, Señor Dellamorte.” 

He shot her a scolding glance in an attempt to mask his bashfulness, met with a beaming smile as she brought the basket over to the side of the pool, kneeling down to scatter a few more lavender flowers into the water, glistening with whimsy. Her words were soft and song-like, tenderly infusing it with her magic.

“Sul ladaral i nehn, sul lanun'ven'ur'alas. Sur on'ala sal'shiral…sul…sul lath.”

(For healing and happiness, for good luck. For a wonderful/long life. For…for love.)

He had no idea what the Elvhen rolling off her tongue meant, but it made his heart sing all the same as she gave him a small bow and a sweet ‘ma serannas’ (thank you), leaving him to bask in the relaxing scent. He took another deep breath into his lungs, feeling his eyes roll back, feeling the warmth of her healing still engulf him so lovingly, feeling the memory of her delicate hand on his scar. He exhaled, unbuttoning the hems of his sleeves, letting the shirt slip off his shoulders. Two fingers reached for his forehead as he closed his eyes. He flushed a few shades deeper still, bringing more fingers to cover his face in embarrassment.

“Mierda.”

Spite huffed in annoyance, his patience with Lucanis running thinner by the day. He sat on the edge of the pool, swinging his feet into the water with a grumpy pout. ‘Want to. Take bath. With Rook. Take. Rook. Undress her. Wash her. Pretty hair.’

Lucanis finished undressing and sunk into the warm, periwinkle water, letting out a sigh of exhilaration as he imagined Rook against him. He pictured her dainty, loving hands soaping his body with utmost care; he wanted to caress her breathtaking shapes, feel every inch of her, every curve fitting perfectly in the palm of his hands; he wistfully pretended he could bury his face into her pink locks, inhaling her scent; imagined the damp, silken sensation of her wet hair between his digits as he shampooed it, holding it in deep devotion as she recited his name. He rested against one of the walls and rolled his head back, feeling the dull ache in his abdomen lessening, allowing his exhaustion to finally rob him of his consciousness as he dozed off, mumbling quietly.

“Spite?” “Yes?” “Cállate.”

[alkylic]

been pretty stressed out lately (to be honest, what part of 2024 hasn't been stressful so far?) and i haven't gotten to post or found the motivation to draw much. so sorry about that.

[deoidesign]

when your main characters start dating after years of writing so they finally get to be like this

[ribbononline]

Pokemon Masters made a really cute halloween Iono outfit so obviously I put Courtney in it

[moeblob]

Honestly? Good anime imo! I really enjoyed Aileen. I enjoyed Claude. I enjoyed Isaac and Keith and Rachel and Almond and Ribbon. I enjoyed Belzebuth and the flock of ducks (Walt/Kyle/Auguste) and Jasper.

[arsenicflame]

when will someone pick izzy up bridal style and spin him around? hm?

[telesodalite]

Been thinking about idw1's outliers lately, and how sort of wild the whole concept is from a worldbuilding standpoint, and it struck me that most confirmed outlier abilities tend to be really useful, or flashy, or powerfully dangerous, and few to none tend to be like, really boring, or totally impractical, or even entirely useless? Which, doesn't really make sense when considering the fact that outlier abilities are seemingly random.

Surely not everyone who's born an outlier gets something useful?

And I don't mean like, "good" useful, but any sort of useful, even if that means you can kill people with your voice, or give a power boost by exploding yourself, those are still "useful".

But surely there had to be some with abilities that were totally impractical, or nonbeneficial, or at the very least just insignificant or purely aesthetic and pointless?

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING