#you highkey made me smile today :)

[luvergirl-535]

i don’t see what anyone could see in anyone else (but you)

pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd

word count - 6.0k

c/w - fluff, they’re both annoying and sassy, p has adhd highkey (twin)

a/n - inspired by the let’s be honest p annoying a video. i just love the girlfriends but best friends first dynamic iykwim 😣. also took a lot of inspo from some tiktok lives 🩷 anyway yeah this is stupid and late for v day but better than nothing!!

It has been a good week.

On Sunday, Azzi made it a point to spend the day getting ahead on schoolwork as much as she could. Coach had been hinting at a grueling upcoming practice week and Azzi knows herself well enough to know she’d end up putting school on the back burner anyway. And that’s exactly what happened, because come Monday, every time she left a class with homework it would end up in her desk, left there to rot until basketball wasn’t her main priority anymore.

Coach hadn’t been lying—he never is about those things. Practice was torture, often running hours into the night as the girls were made to play again and again until they were good enough in Geno’s eyes. But Azzi had been one of the few on the team who loved it, feeling just as renewed as she was drained after each practice. The more exhausted she got, the longer practice went on, the better she performed. It was unusual for her and it struck up a certain confidence, creating a subtle pep in her step everywhere she went.

The only downside to the week was the lack of Paige Time. It’s been like that for quite some time now—really, ever since basketball season started. After the long summer spent basically attached at the hip, the school year was a rude awakening for them and November was even ruder. They were juggling basketball, school, marketing, and their own personal endeavors—especially Paige’s as she prepares to declare. On top of all that, finding time to love on each other has been difficult, if not impossible. Besides for a few kisses in passing and minor flirting in practice, they really only see each other at bedtime and briefly in the mornings.

Which is why, when Azzi wakes up in her girlfriend’s room, she can’t help but smile a little to herself before she’s even really awake. Because it’s Saturday, and the sun is shining through the curtains, and most importantly, they have nowhere to be today.

She can feel Paige’s presence behind her, and can hear the TikToks playing on her phone, signaling she’s already awake. Actually, TikTok might’ve been what woke Azzi in the first place. Now that she’s really waking up, she realizes that Paige has her phone speakers turned up way too high, and a pang of sleepy irritability goes through her. “Babe,” she mumbles into her pillow, “turn that down.”

Thankfully, the tinny noises stop, but they’re quickly replaced by the familiar teasing tone in her girlfriend’s voice. “Look who’s finally awake.”

“What time is it?” Azzi yawns, eyes still closed.

“9:30,” Paige replies.

At that, Azzi snuggles further into the blankets, the scent of Paige enveloping her. “Not even that early,” she says. “Might go back to sleep.”

“Can I wake you up at ten?” Paige asks. “I’m bored.”

“Yes,” Azzi concedes, used to Paige’s neediness, “you can wake me up at ten.”

“Aight,” Paige says, sounding pleased with herself.

Azzi shifts, feeling a little lonely what with Paige all the way on her side of the bed. They’ve had a whole conversation at this point, yet she’s still yet to receive a good morning kiss. It’s off-putting, to be honest. She expects Paige, ever the affectionate one in their relationship, to sidle up beside her now that she’s semi-awake.

Instead, to her shock, the TikTok sounds start back up again. And they’re just as loud as before.

“Paige,” Azzi exclaims, finally cracking her eyes open, turning over her shoulder to find Paige propped up against the headboard, staring calmly at her.

“Hm?” she asks.

Azzi sighs. She hates having to ask for the things she wants. Usually, Paige just magically knows and provides it for her. She must be too busy on stupid TikTok to remember she has a girlfriend who needs attending to.

In lieu of asking straight-up, Azzi reaches back, grasping for Paige’s thigh and looking up at her with big brown eyes.

Immediately, Paige tosses her phone to the side, chuckling. “Mm. Sorry, princess.” Sliding down under the covers, she situates herself closer until she’s hovering above her, close enough to drop a chaste kiss on her lips. “You wanna cuddle?”

“Obviously,” Azzi mutters, reaching up for one more kiss before turning back over, sighing when Paige snuggles up behind her.

“You gotta little attitude this morning,” Paige helpfully observes, nuzzling into the crook of Azzi’s neck.

Azzi closes her eyes, trying to let sleep call to her as it was just a minute ago. “Just miss you,” she says, a little vulnerable in the way she says it—and maybe that’s also due to the minimal clothes they’re wearing, the skin-on-skin contact always making her feel safe and comforted and exposed all at once.

Paige tuts sympathetically, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. “I know, baby.” There’s a beat of silence as they shift, Paige’s hand running over her stomach, trailing up to one of her breasts. “Missed you, too.”

As much as the touch turns Azzi on, it’s less the sexuality of it and more the sheer domesticity; the way they know each other’s bodies well enough to be comfortable with wandering hands that aren’t meant to lead anywhere. She breathes deep as Paige holds her gently, then clasps a hand over her’s, keeping her in place.

It’s only another minute before she’s drifting off again, Paige’s even breaths in her ear lulling her to sleep.

It’s peaceful—maybe the most relaxed she’s been all week. But as she lays there, trying to get a few more minutes of sleep, Paige’s breathing changes just a split second before she’s speaking too loudly in Azzi’s ear, “I’m hungry.”

Azzi startles a little at the sudden interruption. Her eyes fly open, though only to shoot a glare at her girlfriend. “Paige!”

“What? I am.” Paige frowns, pulling away to sit up and rub her stomach forlornly. “You took too long to wake up.”

Azzi sighs, rolling over onto her back. “I thought you were gonna let me sleep until ten.”

Paige shrugs at that, making big puppy eyes at her, and Azzi resigns to the fact that she will not be getting any more sleep this morning.

“Fine,” she grumbles, sitting up with some effort. “But I’m gonna shower first.”

She stands up, Paige’s eyes tracking her from where she sits on the bed. She whistles lowly as Azzi makes her way to the closet, likely due to the fact that she’s only wearing a pair of sheer panties. Azzi rolls her eyes, pulling on a pair of clothes for the walk down the hall.

Paige, of course, trails her to the bathroom, situating herself on the floor while Azzi starts the water. She watches intently as Azzi undresses, and Azzi catches her pout just as she’s stepping inside.

“What?” Azzi asks when she sees her expression.

“Can I come in with you?” Paige asks.

The offer is tempting, but Azzi is still sore from last night and in all honestly, she’s not in the mood after Paige rudely woke her this morning. “No. I’m only gonna be like five minutes.”

“I can help you.”

“I think I got it,” Azzi laughs, pouring soap onto her washcloth—something she is perfectly capable of doing by herself.

Paige stands up, walking over to Azzi’s phone on the counter. “Okay, then lemme play your music.”

Azzi doesn’t really have time to protest before Bossman Dlow is blasting far too loud over the speakers, and Paige picks up a hairbrush, admiring herself in the mirror as she sings. Azzi rolls her eyes, refocusing her efforts on cleaning up.

Paige looks over and catches the unamused look on her face. “Oh, sorry,” she says sincerely, picking up another hairbrush and holding it out. “You wanted a mic too?”

Azzi sighs. She gets the feeling she’ll be doing a lot of that today.

————————————

It’s not until awhile later that they finally get to the kitchen—mostly due to the fact that Paige kept showing her videos and making commentary while she tried to do her hair, causing the whole endeavor to take a lot longer than it should’ve. Ironically, Paige is the one whining about this by the time they’re finally ready.

“Bro, now I’m really hungry,” she says, continuing to rub her belly a bit like a pregnant lady—which makes Azzi giggle—as she heads to the fridge.

“What should we have, mama?” she asks. Then, as Azzi’s thinking about it, she says, “You’re right, pancakes sound good.”

Azzi hefts herself onto the counter. “Never said that.”

“You took too long to answer,” Paige replies simply. She roots through the fridge for another minute before sighing, turning around to face her. “Do we need milk to make pancakes?”

“Do you have pancake mix?”

“Um…” Paige walks to the pantry at this, taking another minute to search that before once again sighing dramatically. “No.”

“Then, yes. We need milk.”

“Why, though?” Paige asks, frowning. “Shouldn’t water work the same?”

Azzi scrunches her nose up at the thought of water pancakes. “Ew. No.”

Paige shakes her head at her. “Okay, Miss Picky.”

“I know you’re not talking.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Azzi hops off the counter, patting Paige’s chest as she walks past her to the entryway, searching for Paige’s keys. “C’mon, we can go grab some real quick.”

Azzi finds the keys and holds them out expectantly, unsurprised when Paige takes them without hesitation. “I guess. But no fucking around.”

They leave the apartment, and Azzi raises a brow as she watches Paige lock up. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean,” Paige says, taking her hand and beginning to walk, “we get in, get the milk, and go.”

Azzi swings their hands mindlessly between them. “If I’m remembering right, you’re the one who’s currently unmedicated.”

“Yeah, and I’m chill,” Paige says, pressing the button for the elevator. “My doctors just want my money or sum’, I’m fine without that dumb shit.”

“Paige, you woke me up five times last night because you had things to tell me and didn’t wanna forget.”

“Valid reason to wake you up.” Paige shoves Azzi inside the elevator, and once she follows, Azzi pushes her right back.

“I’m just saying. You’re easily distracted.���

“Nah.”

“We were making out for like an hour yesterday and you interrupted it to tell me a story.”

“It was a funny story,” Paige explains, taking her hand once again when the elevator doors open and dragging her out.

“Debatable,” Azzi quips, even though it was kinda a good story.

“And it’s not like we didn’t continue kissing after that. I just gave us a lil intermission.”

“You never needed intermissions while you were on your meds.”

They’re in the parking lot now, and Paige unlocks her car, nudging Azzi towards it. “Just get in the car.”

“Bossy,” Azzi mumbles.

Believe it or not, the two of them do have days where they don’t fight, argue, or even sass each other. Those days, however, come far and few between—making fun of each other is their love language and thus little spats happen more often than not. And with today being the first day in awhile that they’ve spent together—not to mention Paige’s apparent decision to be more irritating than usual—it’s no surprise that they spend the car ride fighting over music.

By the time they get to the grocery store, Paige is hyperfocused on making sure Azzi stays on track. When Azzi falls behind to smell a candle, she sighs and tugs her away by the wrist: “Bro, why are we going at grandma pace.”

Ironically, Paige, like the hypocrite she is, also finds an abandoned cart in the refrigerated section. Azzi is grabbing milk when Paige bumps her with the cart, getting her attention. When Azzi looks at her, Paige simply says, “Babe, watch,” and proceeds to hop on the cart and ride it down the aisle with the vigor of a small child.

Once the milk is secured, Azzi decides she deserves some remuneration for the taxing work of going out in public with her girlfriend. Stopping Paige on their way to checkout, Azzi looks up at her with big, brown eyes and says, “Can we stop in the books? Just really quick.”

Paige avoids her gaze. “Nah, I wanna leave.”

“Aw,” Azzi coos, running a hand down Paige’s arm somewhat seductively, “please, Paigey? I need new books.”

Still, Paige refuses to make eye contact as she says, “Aren’t you working on, like, two right now?”

Azzi doesn’t usually get this much pushback from her. She wonders exactly why Paige woke up and decided to annoy her today. Still, she knows Paige can’t say no to her. Placing her hand on Paige’s cheek, she turns her face, forcing her to look at her: the slight pout of her lips, the way her eyes widen enough to be convincing. “C’mon, baby,” she says. “I promise I’ll be fast.”

That’s the breaking point. With a sigh, Paige nods, allowing herself to be excitedly led to the book section.

Azzi decides that she’s no longer annoyed with Paige as she searches through the books, reading over the synopses of every one that looks interesting. She’s desperate for something new, even though Paige is right—she already has plenty.

Paige stays miraculously quiet for a solid five minutes, allowing Azzi to take her time and even browsing through a few books of her own.

Those five minutes, however, are as long as she gets before she happens to pick up a romance novel. Paige glances at her in that moment and she barely has time to hide the cover before Paige is gagging, most likely at the straight couple pictured embracing on the front of it. “That’s so gross.”

Azzi puts the book back on the shelf. “It’s no different than when we kiss.”

“Lowkey super offensive thing to say,” Paige replies. Azzi rolls her eyes, watching as Paige reaches down to grab a large book with colorful dragons on the cover. “This looks way cooler.”

Azzi takes a few steps closer to read the bold lettering on the cover, and then snorts. “Paige, that is a coloring book.”

By the time they get back home, Azzi has officially rescinded her earlier decision—she is definitely still annoyed with Paige.

—————————————

When they return to the dorms, despite Azzi’s oddly low patience for Paige’s annoying nature today, she still wants nothing more than to cozy up in bed with her and read her new book. They make the pancakes first, Paige doing nothing to help her case by arguing about how exactly to make pancakes. Once the two of them—plus half the team, who heard from Jana in the group chat that there would be pancakes—are fed, Azzi is ready to retreat back into Paige’s room.

However, most of the team is still there, and Paige’s oblivious ass is refusing to take Azzi’s hints, too busy chatting with their friends.

She’s tried everything: muttering to Paige that she’s tired (“I see a lil’ napski in our future,” is what Paige responds with), sitting herself on Paige’s lap in an unusual display of affection (“We run out of chairs or sum’?” Paige asks), and even aggressively cleaning everybody’s dishes (“I can do that, mama, you go hang,” Paige says, taking over).

At this point, it’s all she can do not to just yell at her girlfriend. She sits on the couch, listening a little sleepily as KK tells her some crazy story. The team is far too raucous for noon on a Saturday, probably in part to the ridiculous amounts of whipped cream and syrup they all used on their pancakes. In the kitchen, Aubrey and Paige start wrestling, and KK stops yapping to go join them. She jumps on Paige’s back, knocking her over and losing her balance in the process until they’re a heap on the floor. Aubrey steps on their backs, flexing, and the girls cheer rowdily.

Azzi is overstimulated.

Refraining from covering her ears, Azzi stands, giving up on the Paige aspect of her afternoon plans. She’s not sure she even wants Paige—who is hysterically laughing as she gets up from the floor—to be with her anymore. It’d be like forcing a hyper dog to cuddle. She’d probably end up getting bitten.

She’s hoping nobody will notice her slipping away, but Kayla does, tugging on a curl as she heads to the hallway. “Where ya going, babe?”

“Paige’s room,” Azzi says simply.

“She’s gonna notice you’re gone.”

Azzi glances at the scene behind them. Someone’s turned on ‘Kung Fu Fighting’ and Ice has now joined the kitchen boxing match. Paige just barely ducks a fist to the face before barreling into Ice’s stomach, once again ending up on the floor, giggling deliriously. The other girls have mostly lost interest at this point, which is fair—this isn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence.

Azzi turns back to Kayla. “I doubt it.”

“Give her five minutes,” Kayla insists.

“She’s too busy being a little boy.” Azzi rolls her eyes, patting Kayla affectionately as she walks past.

In Paige’s room, she breathes a sigh of relief, the closed door offering some solace from the noise outside. Even better, Paige’s airpods sit on her bedside table; Azzi takes them and connects them to her phone, turning on the noise-cancelling setting. Pleased with the results, she settles into her side of the bed, picking up her book and beginning to read.

She gets maybe two pages in before a tap on the shoulder scares the shit out of her.

Jumping, she whirls around, to find Paige standing beside the bed with a sheepish smile on her face.

Azzi takes out an airpod. “Paige, what?”

Her tone comes out more exasperated than she means to and feels a little guilty about the confused look she gets in return. “I noticed you left. Kay told me you were in here.”

“Yeah, just reading.”

“I see,” Paige replies. She hovers awkwardly, then says, “why didn’t you bring me with you?”

Despite her irritability, affection blossoms in Azzi’s chest at her girlfriend’s clinginess, her need to be around her 24/7 if they’re together. And Azzi reminds herself that this is the first day they’ve really had with each other in a while, and Paige is missing her too. Gently, she says, “I tried, but it seemed like you were having too much fun.”

“I mean, I was having fun,” Paige says. “But I’d rather hang out with you than fuck around with those dumbasses.”

“You’re as much of a dumbass as they are,” Azzi quips. “Actually, they probably learned it from you.”

“Like father, like sons,” Paige nods solemnly. Then, unceremoniously, she throws herself on top of Azzi, nearly knocking the wind out of her and crushing her book between them.

“Ow, Paige!” she says, freeing her hands and book as Paige wriggles like a happy little worm on top of her.

“I missed you,” Paige mumbles into her neck.

“We’ve been together all day.”

“You left me alone out there.”

“I’ve been in here for like five minutes.”

Paige lifts her head to pout at her. “Five minutes too long.”

Unable to help herself, she leans forward, kissing the pout off Paige’s lips. When she pulls back, Paige chases after her, trying to deepen the kiss, but Azzi pushes at her chest. “I still wanna read my book.”

“Okay,” Paige says.

“I wanna snuggle with you,” Azzi continues. “But only if you let me read.“

“Okay,” she repeats. She’s staring at Azzi’s lips, though, which doesn’t spark a lot of confidence that she’s actually listening.

“Which means,” Azzi emphasizes, getting Paige’s eyes to snap back up to her’s, “no talking, no showing me TikToks. And no distracting me with sex.”

Paige pouts again at that, batting her eyelashes stupidly. “What, you mean I can’t eat you out while you’re reading?” Azzi flicks her forehead, and she snickers, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “Joking. I’ll be good, don’t worry.”

Azzi actually believes her, crazy enough. It’s mostly due to the fact that she and Paige have been together for nearly seven years, so she has her pretty house-trained at this point.

Satisfied, she flashes a smile, picking her book back up. Paige scoots down the length of her body until she’s settled between Azzi’s legs, head resting comfortably on the soft expanse of her tummy. Once they’re situated, Azzi frees up a hand to scratch Paige’s scalp, which’ll keep her happy for a while.

They sit like that for around thirty minutes. The noise of their teammates has died down enough to know that some of them have left, though it’s obvious by the extra chatter that a handful is still hanging around. Paige actually falls asleep within the first ten minutes, which Azzi guesses is probably why she gets so much quiet time.

It still doesn’t feel like enough, though, when a knock sounds at the door. “Y’all decent?”

Azzi glances down at Paige—still fast asleep—and quietly calls out, “We’re good.”

The door swings open and Jana steps inside, followed closely by Ayanna. “We’re going to Chick-Fil-A,” Yanna says, “you wanna come?”

“No, that’s okay.” Azzi pats Paige’s head in a silent explanation. “I’m nap-trapped.”

“Aww, parents.” Jana pulls her phone out, taking a hilariously unflattering close-up of Paige practically drooling on Azzi’s stomach. Azzi giggles as Jana shows her the picture, and she’s distracted enough that there’s nothing she can do when Yanna approaches and jostles Paige awake.

“No, wait—!” Azzi exclaims, reaching out to try and stop her, but it’s too late: the damage is already done. Paige cracks her eyes open with a little groan.

Ayanna scratches the back of her neck sheepishly. Azzi glares at her, then strokes Paige’s hair, trying to coax her back to sleep. “It’s ok, P.”

“Mm,” Paige hums, lifting her head to blink sleepily at them. “Why’d you wake me up?”

“My bad,” Yanna says guiltily. “We just thought you might wanna get Chick-Fil-A with us.”

“Nah, I’m good.” Paige nuzzles back into Azzi’s tummy, surprisingly chill considering she hates being woken from her naps. “Thanks though.”

“Uh-huh,” Jana replies, already heading out the room while she smiles at her phone—Azzi assumes she’s uploading that picture to her close friends.

“Sorry,” Yanna says once again, more to Azzi than anything, before following.

Paige yawns, her warm breath fanning over Azzi’s stomach. As she cuddles back in, Azzi thinks maybe she’ll go back to sleep. She holds onto that hope and resumes her book, threading her fingers through Paige’s hair gently.

This time, it doesn’t work. Which is evident based on the way she lifts herself up on her elbows, giving herself just enough room to press a few kisses around Azzi’s stomach. At first, Azzi tries to ignore it, hoping maybe it’s a casual gesture.

But it’s not long before the kisses slow down as she takes more time on each one, mouth opening so that it leaves the skin of her tummy just a little wet. Of course, it’s out of Azzi’s control the way her thighs tense up, blood rushing straight to her core as her body reacts to her girlfriend’s touch.

Paige curls her fingers around the hem of her top, lips following her hands as they bunch the fabric up to give herself more space, stopping underneath her breasts. She looks up at Azzi, whose gaze is now focused intently on the top of her girlfriend’s head, and flashes a devious little smile before licking a stripe between her ribcage.

Azzi tosses the book to the side, not even bothering to mark her page, freeing her hands so she can use them to pull her girlfriend up by the shoulders, meeting her in the middle for a kiss that’s nowhere near chaste.

Paige is still lying heavily atop her, their chests pressed close together, but it’s still second nature the way Azzi wraps her arms around Paige’s waist in an attempt to get her closer. Paige grins against her mouth at the feeling, their hips coming flush together which makes Azzi gasp despite herself.

“Mm,” Paige hums, beginning a slow, wet trail of kisses down her jawline. “Missed you, baby.”

Azzi can’t help but laugh at that. “We just had sex last night.”

“‘S been way too long since then,” Paige mutters into the crook of her neck. Her teeth graze gently over the sensitive skin and Azzi grips her tighter, thinking she might actually agree with Paige for the first time today.

Paige is obviously building her up, apparently horny after her power nap, and Azzi doesn’t plan on stopping her. This is usually how it goes, anyway, Paige being the initiator nine out of ten times. As Paige pushes her top up above her tits, she knows she has no problem with that.

Her hands are a little cold against Azzi’s warm flesh, nipples pebbled from the temperature change mixed with her arousal. Paige just begins to tweak one of them, making Azzi moan softly—her nipples have always been sensitive—when there’s a sharp knock on the door.

The two of them groan, Paige’s forehead falling against her shoulder.

“Y’all decent?” It is, once again, Jana.

Paige lifts her head, pausing to glance down at her hands where they palm Azzi’s bare tits, and keeping her gaze there as she says, “Not really.”

“Already?” Jana calls, sounding somewhere between amused and disgusted. “You’ve been alone for like five minutes!”

“What do you want, Jana?” Azzi asks before Paige can let out the cocky response she definitely wants to say. Her voice is a little breathy, thanks to Paige absentmindedly rolling a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and she hopes Jana doesn’t notice.

“We’re not going out anymore. Too much work. I was gonna ask if you wanna watch a movie with us, but…”

“No,” Paige and Azzi yell at the same time.

“Okay, damn,” Jana sighs. “Just being polite. Don’t get pregnant in there.”

Her footsteps trail off, and they make eye contact and laugh, Paige leaning forward to press an amused kiss to her lips. “We have trifling teammates.”

“Don’t talk about our kids like that,” Azzi says.

“They’re some bad ass kids.” Paige gives her another kiss. This time, it’s Azzi who gives chase when she pulls away, but Paige sighs, and to Azzi’s disappointment, pulls her shirt back down.

Azzi pouts, arms traveling up to loop around the back of her neck. “Why’d you stop?”

“They’re still here,” Paige replies. “I’on want them to hear us.”

“They won’t,” Azzi insists. “I’ll be quiet.”

“No, you won’t,” Paige snorts. She kisses Azzi tenderly on the cheek. “Sorry, mama.”

As Paige scoots back down to her original spot, Azzi crosses her arms, feeling a little like a defiant child as she says, “You shouldn’t start something you can’t finish.”

“I know, baby.” Paige nuzzles against Azzi’s navel, doing nothing to help the heat between her legs. “When Jana and Allie are asleep tonight, I’ll get you right, I promise.”

Azzi huffs.

Paige chuckles softly at her, only making her more annoyed. “Thought you wanted to read your book, hm?”

“That was before you touched my tits,” Azzi replies.

Paige lays her head down. “Poor Azzi-Wazzi,” she tuts with faux sympathy.

“You’re a dick,” Azzi mumbles, picking up her book more out of spite than anything, sure she won’t be able to focus on it. She tries valiantly, though.

Her efforts are interrupted at the feeling of fingers dancing across her stomach.

Peering over her book, Azzi sees Paige walking her pointer and middle finger across the length of her tummy, an amused smile on her face as she watches herself. “‘I’m Azzi Fudd’,” she says, voice quiet and high-pitched, “‘and I have a big ol’ head’.”

Taking a deep, shaky breath to calm herself, Azzi returns to her book, pointedly ignoring her.

“‘Babe, do these pants make me look big?’” Paige continues, jumping her hand-Azzi around dramatically as she badly impersonates her.

“No, you look good,” she replies in her normal voice.

“‘You’re supposed to say that,’” Hand-Azzi whines. “‘Tell me for real’.”

“I’m not lying, I love those pants.”

“‘Babe, stop lying to me!’”

Paige sighs dramatically, as if she were actually arguing with somebody else. “I’m not.”

“‘Yes you are. And you’re probably cheating too.’”

“Baby, you know I’d never—“

Slamming her book down, Azzi grabs Paige’s hand, stilling her excessive finger movements. “Paige!”

Paige laughs, probably at herself, sitting up and stretching out. “What?”

“You are stupid,” Azzi replies a little vehemently. With Paige no longer on top of her, she gathers her things and gets out of bed, officially done.

“Where you goin’, mami?” Paige asks, getting up to follow.

Azzi holds a hand up. “I’m going to sit on the couch, so I can read.”

“You’ve been reading for so long,” Paige groans.

Azzi rolls her eyes, turning away and leaving the room.

Paige trails behind her. “They’re watching a movie in there.”

“Okay, then I’ll watch with them.”

“Cool. Wanna sit with me?”

“No,” Azzi says.

Paige grabs her by the waist, holding her against her front, leaning around to kiss her cheek. “C’mon, baby, you know I was just playin’.”

“Okay, and I don’t wanna be played with.” Azzi pulls out of her grasp, shooting a glare over her shoulder.

Paige raises an eyebrow. “Aight, sassy.”

Azzi doesn’t dignify that with a response. She just heads to the living room, flopping down beside Ice to join the movie. She’s relieved (and maybe a little disappointed) when Paige doesn’t follow her.

—————————————

Paige has left her alone for a good amount of time, maybe an hour. Azzi has KK to thank for that: the two of them have been fucking around, playing Fort, and making TiKToks while Azzi enjoys her peace and quiet. She stays in Paige’s apartment, knowing she’s still going to bed with her tonight. Just as long as Paige continues to keep her distance for awhile.

She’s lying on the couch, book held above her, glasses perched over her nose as she reads. The movie ended a while ago, and Morgan and Sarah still linger around, hanging with Jana, and Allie’s in her room. She sort of hopes they don’t hang around too long. As much as she loves her kids, they’re a lot.

Still, it’s manageable. That is, until Paige and KK come barreling into the room, laughing their asses off. Azzi squeezes her eyes shut, hoping they’re going to pass her, but to her dismay, they stop right in front of the couch.

“Babe,” Paige says.

“Yes,” Azzi monotones.

“We need your opinion.” KK cackles as Paige promptly turns around before starting to twerk—or at least, something that looks like it could be twerking—right in front of Azzi’s poor face. “It’s moving, right? There’s motion?”

On any other day, Azzi might sugarcoat it to be nice, but today she just says, “There is absolutely not motion.”

KK clutches her stomach, laughing so hard she almost wheezes.

Paige whips around, hands on her chest. If there were pearls there, she’d be clutching them. “Babe!”

“I told you!” KK yells, pushing Paige out of the way. Azzi groans as she, too, turns around and begins shaking ass. It is admittedly better than Paige’s attempt. “What about me?”

“Mm, it’s a little better.”

“You gotta teach us,” KK says, tugging at Azzi’s hand.

“Ooh, yeah, teach us,” Paige agrees, wiggling her eyebrows. “I’m a visual learner, by the way.”

Azzi scoffs. As if. She pulls herself free from KK’s grasp, then stands. “Absolutely not.”

“Why?” they both frown.

“Because I’m trying to relax and y’all are being weird,” she quips.

“Why don’t you come hang with us?” Paige offers, a little more gently, obviously realizing Azzi is actually a little annoyed.

“No, thanks,” Azzi says. “I’m already overstimulated enough just from listening to you guys.”

Paige furrows her eyebrows. “Where you going, then?”

Azzi sighs, glancing at the door, then to her girlfriend, then back again. “I think I’m gonna head to my room, Paige.”

KK gasps. “Oh, mom and dad fighting?”

“We are not,” Paige insists. Then she turns to Azzi with an exaggerated sad face. “Are we?”

“No,” Azzi says, which is true. They’re not fighting; she just needs a break. “I’ll be back later, okay?”

“Why’re you leaving?” Paige asks, stepping toward her.

“I just…I’m a little grumpy today. Not as patient as usual. I need a few minutes.”

Paige frowns, but KK, never one to read a social situation, laughs. “She really said she has a low Paige threshold,” she giggles, pushing Paige’s shoulder.

“We barely saw each other this week,” Paige says, ignoring KK as she reaches out to hold Azzi’s hands. “We’ve already been apart today.”

“I know, honey,” Azzi says. She decides against pointing out that all in all, they’ve only been apart for around an hour total this entire day. “I promise I’ll be back.”

“Like, soon, right?” Paige says, giving her big puppy eyes that she’s never been able to resist.

“Yes, soon,” she promises. She leans forward for a kiss, KK averting her gaze with an eye roll. “Play Fort with KK or something. You’ll be okay.”

“I won’t,” Paige insists, sounding genuinely worried.

“You will. We have tomorrow, too, remember?” With one last kiss, Azzi releases her hands, grabbing her things to go downstairs. She just barely catches KK making fun of Paige for being a simp before she gets out the door.

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“Open the doooor.”

“Az, c’mon, bro, lemme in!”

“Bitch, you’ve had plenty alone time, pleaseeee.”

Azzi stands by the door, laughing silently at her girlfriend’s pleading—which has been going on, unanswered on her part, for about five minutes now—until her face drops at the last sentence. “What did you just call me?”

There’s a distinctly panicked silence before Paige starts backtracking. “I mean, my beautiful wife who I love and respect. For real, let me in. We can be alone together!”

“Very poetic,” Azzi remarks.

Paige groans, and there’s a thunk that sounds a lot like a forehead hitting a door. “Dawg.”

Once again, Azzi goes quiet, and she can tell the exact moment Paige realizes this because there’s another thunk.

“Azzi, please, babe.”

Still, she doesn’t respond, and that’s when the singing starts.

“Pleaseeee, open the dooorrr,” she sings quite horribly. Azzi quiets her giggle behind a hand.

“Pleaseeee,” she continues, completely off-key. Sza level, my ass.

“No, Paige.”

“Baby, please! It’s almost dinner time.”

“For who? It’s barely four.”

There’s another beat of silence. Then, “Azzi, I’m gonna cry. Please.”

Obviously, Paige is bullshitting her. She’s not going to cry. But still, Azzi’s never been able to be stern with Paige. (And Paige calling her her wife earlier certainly helped matters.)

As soon as she cracks the door open, Paige is trying to barge through, but Azzi stops her with a foot in the door. “Hold on.”

Paige, obediently, stops.

“I’m still a little grumpy,” Azzi admits.

Paige nods. “Okay.”

“So…be gentle, okay? I don’t like being mad at you.”

“I don’t like you being at me,” Paige agrees.

“We’re in agreement, then.”

“A hundred percent.” Paige pushes at the door. “Now, can I come in, please?”

Azzi opens the door all the way, allowing herself to be tackled onto the bed in a very non-gentle way, but still, she laughs. Even when she needs space from Paige, even when she chooses it—she still just ends up missing her the whole time.

“Hey,” Paige says once she’s effectively pinned her to the bed. “Noticed your dorm’s empty.”

Azzi raises an eyebrow. “Uh-huh.”

“I can finish what I started earlier,” Paige offers, suggestive smile on her face before she says, “unless you don’t want that, obviously.”

Azzi’s pulling her down before she can finish her sentence.

(“We’re getting a sweet treat later,” she says a little while later.

“Okay, princess,” Paige says, situating herself between her legs. “Whatever you want.” And then, she drops a kiss on the inside of her thigh before spreading her open, dipping her head down, and going beautifully quiet for the first time all day. They stay in bed for quite some time.)

When Azzi starts her period the next day, she proudly says to herself, “I knew I wasn’t going crazy.”

[tiki-was-here]

Most Valuable Possession Chapter One

Injured Athlete Homelander x Physical therapist reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Ashley is losing her hair and John is constantly seconds away from just beating someone to death as always. Reader is kinda sassier than i’d like but ur a doctor and all the doctors i know are seconds away from snapping as well. Lowkey highkey hate this but if anything i’ll just edit it later. Idk if anything makes sense medically I’m not a doctor

CW: EXTREMELY TOXIC WORK ENVIRONMENT

Ch 2

The soft hum of the overhead lights did little to ease the tension building in your shoulders. You were used to high-profile clients, but something about today felt different. Maybe it was the fact that it’d been five hours since you’d last eaten, or maybe it was the fact that Homelander himself was walking into your office today.

You glanced at the clock. He was late—no surprise there. But you were ready for whatever attitude he’d bring. The man had an ego the size of a stadium, and his time, in his mind at least, was far more valuable than anyone else’s. Of course none of his fans knew of his darker nature, but you'd been in the business long enough to recognise the cold indifference hidden behind his fake smiles.

You weren’t a fan of his. You didn’t follow his baseball career—hell, you didn’t even know much about the sport itself—but you knew enough to know that he was something special (whether you’d like to admit or not). The kind of athlete who could make crowds chant his name with just a glance.

The door opened with a suddenness that startled you, and the unmistakable figure of John Gillman stood in the doorway. He observed your quaint office with a glare laced with disdain and as he took his first step inside you could swear you felt the air get heavier.

Behind him trailed a much smaller red-headed woman. You assumed she was his assistant, Ashley, who had practically begged you to meet with him two weeks earlier after she realised that the “honor of treating America's number one baseball player” wasn't enough to get you to squeeze him into your already busy schedule. From the way she constantly glanced at him, you could tell she was walking on eggshells.

His eyes—blue and cold—locked onto yours as he stood at the chair in front of your desk.

Ashley seemed to be babbling about something, her voice breaking the silence between you and Homelander.

“You okay, John?” she asked, hovering beside him. “You should sit down—no, let me—”

“Don’t touch me,” John snapped, his voice dripping with irritation.

You stood up, placing the clipboard you’d been holding on the desk, eyes narrowed. It was clear he was frustrated—probably more than he was willing to admit. His injury was serious, and though it wouldn’t keep him off the field permanently, it had put a dent in his perfect image.

John’s voice was smooth, deep, with just the slightest undertone of arrogance. “I trust you’ve been briefed about my injury?”

You nodded, keeping your face neutral. “I’m aware, Mr. Gillman. A strained rotator cuff. Serious, but nothing permanent.”

He barely acknowledged your response, eyes flicking over to Ashley, who was already pulling out a chair for him.

“Sit down,” she urged gently, her hand hovering over the back of the chair.

“I said don’t touch me,” he repeated, his voice rising. He practically growled the words as he shoved past her to the chair, causing her to stumble back slightly. (my poor queen)

You watched the scene unfold, and it took all your restraint not to climb out over your desk and do something that would surely cause you to lose your license.

“Isn’t it cute?” he murmured, finally taking his seat.His lips curled into a small smile, but it wasn’t warm. “The way she hovers?. A grown man like me needing a babysitter.” His tone wasn’t outright harsh, but there was a bite to it that made Ashley look down at the floor, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. But she said nothing

You kept your voice even. “She’s just doing her job, Mr. Gilman. It’s not uncommon for assistants to be present during appointments like these.”

John let out a quiet, almost undetectable sigh, his gaze briefly flicking over to Ashley before it returned to you. “I didn’t come here for a therapy session with her. I came for you. And I’m not sure what to make of this place…” His gaze swept over the sterile, minimalist décor. “But I’m sure you know what you’re doing, right?”

You held his gaze without flinching, the air between you thick with the tension of unspoken challenges. “I do. My job is to help you recover, Mr. Gillman. If you’re serious about it.”

His eyes narrowed, “Serious? Do you think I’m here for fun? My entire career is on hold. I don’t have time to waste on this, but it looks like I have no choice. Just write me a prescription for a bunch of painkillers and i'll do the rest. And don't worry sweetheart i'll pay you for your time.” he finished with a practiced wink.

You didn’t budge. “You’re here because your doctors sent you. I’m here to help you recover, but it’s up to you whether you want to do the work or not.” You held his gaze steadily. “And if you’re not serious about it, you can walk out right now. There are plenty of other athletes who actually care about their recovery.”

You gestured toward the exam table, keeping your tone professional. “If you’re ready, we can begin the physical assessment.”

John’s jaw clenched. He didn’t like that you weren’t cowering.For a moment, he just stared at you, gaze ice-cold. He was sizing you up.

He leaned in slightly, his face inches from yours, predatory glint in his eyes. “I can buy you out of this job, you know. I could make your life a hell of a lot harder so if you just—”

You cut him off before he could finish. “I’m the fourth therapist you’ve seen because the other three couldn’t handle your attitude, or you didn’t like them.” You crossed your arms, leaning in just slightly to emphasize your point. “Like I said… you’re free to leave anytime. But just know—every minute you waste, your injury gets worse and you’ll stay off the field longer.If you want to get back to playing, you need to follow the steps. That means listening”, you drawled, speaking to him as if he was a child.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. You could feel the tension crackling in the air. Then, without another word, he stepped back.

“Fine,” he muttered, though it was clear he was still furious. “Let’s get this over with.”

You nodded,allowing yourself a small, victorious smile. “Good. Now, if you’ll sit down properly, we’ll begin the physical exam.”

As you got up from your desk and made your way over to him, you just missed the dark glint that flickered in his eyes—it only lingered for only a moment, but it was there. Irritation made way for curiosity as his eyes began to trail your every move.

[apocalypse-shuffle]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆DROLTA TZUENTES⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ | THE DEMONESS (castlevania: nocturne)

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“Solar Prominences” (Drolta Tzuentes x Fem!Reader)

| Drolta has been going down a path, long enacting a plan, that you wish you didn’t have to take. Even still, you’d follow the love of your immortal life all the way to the end, even if it killed you.

| SFW, established relationship, angst, some comfort, murder, alatrism, Egypt, this reader-insert does not like Erzsebet, exposition heavy - vampire!reader

| Also not Drolta highkey being a soucouyant. I love it, don’t get me wrong, but I truly do not understand some of the design choices made for her character from a creature standpoint. SEASON TWO SPOILERS. (Pic source: Castlevania: Nocturne - “Devourer of Light” S1EP8)

| 2k+ words

Night Eternal.

The sun: eaten.

Wide eyes stare ceaselessly at the covered sun and darkened sky. Your gaze bouncing all over the stretched corners of Earth’s world above and all your brothers and sisters of the vein soaring through the air during what should’ve been noon.

On the rooftop you’ve since claimed a woman lands behind you.

You hear the jingle of Drolta’s jewelry before she properly announces herself.

The subtle clack of her hoofed heels and flap of her wings come next. Then the whoosh of her hair, the open sound of her flames dying down, registers to your ears.

Arms crossed, you drum the sharp points of your nails against the brown expanse of your skin, brows lifting.

“What did I tell you, my Sweet?”

Quiet, you swallow the residual blood in your mouth from the Noblewoman you’d snatched from her carriage the moment darkness overtook the sun. Earlier in the week she’d likened your hair to the ‘dirty’ swamp moss she’d encountered during her visit to Louisiana; cockier around you than she should’ve been despite knowing what you were, too caught up on her pretend version of what the ‘natural order of things’ was.

So ‘naturally’ you drained her gaunt, and then turned to her handmaiden because even after her you’d still found yourself peckish.

These French and their ridiculous dedication to aesthetics. Absentmindedly, you flick a bit of severed flesh from your cleavage; so unnecessarily skinny the lot of them. You missed when aristocrats (even dedicated to not washing as they were) weren’t afraid to have a little meat on their bones to showcase their upper status.

Originally, you’d been planning on snatching her from her sleep after a bit of antagonism once true nightfall fell later today but you couldn’t complain about cutting short the restless anticipation that had before now had nothing better to do than fester restlessly under your skin.

“To believe,” you say at last, still chasing faint crimson with your tongue. Blood had a tendency to get trapped in the grooves of your fangs.

To believe in her impossible woman. In her false Vampire Messiah and her aggrandizing power grab.

Your brows furrow back over your dark eyes all over again.

How many years had you been by her side before Erzsebet even came into the picture, only to be cast as second priority to Erzsebet’s blood thirst and unwavering desire for conquest?

“Yes,” the corner of Drolta’s lips twitch upwards; not quite a smile for you, not yet. “And do you finally? Believe in our Messiah?”

Belief.

Faith.

What nonsense dogma. Such hollow promises.

You’d watched Sekhmet burned by the Christians, temples fallen, and faithful followers scorned without mercy. And through it all no worship had helped, no amount of sacrifice, or fighting, or tears.

No, your only constant had been Drolta and then a smear of seemingly never ending darkness atop your soul.

By the end you had learned your lesson, and yet still Drolta had failed to follow your lead. She’d clung to hope of blood possession and resurrection after you’d found yourself displaced from the safety of your lover - from Egypt - and shipped off in stacks of blood and sorrow and feces.

Still, you step back to turn from the building's edge. Drolta has always craved a higher purpose as long as you’ve known her. A ruthless, hands on way to worship and be rewarded in turn; her insistence of the same now was really nothing new bar your less than tolerant reaction towards it.

You weren’t too cocky to be unable to admit that you were…impressed, however.

She’d managed a lot with her bloodthirst and ever present plotting, broke the sun even.

What a miracle she’d orchestrated.

A hundred plus years on this neverending plane and finally something had managed to surprise you.

To yourself, you smile. Hide the tiny upturned corners of your mouth as you turn to your lover, hand an extra barrier from her gaze as you pass it through the air to sweep your cloud of thick curls over your shoulder. It cascades down the length of your back till the tips hang just past the rise of your backside, purposefully the opposite of the types of updos the French thought so favorably of for their women because you were not one of them and held no desire to be so either.

To Drolta, you give a steady look.

Following hasn’t been your particular cup of tea for the better half of multiple centuries. It only took so many years of being beaten to kneel for you to grow an aversion to its systematic use and the often heavily adorned, sometimes pale, faces who’d looked down at you in the thick of it.

And even still you hardly kneeled for Drolta unless the exchange was neutral. A natural cycle of give and take. Power exchanged willingly, participation optional.

Submitting yourself to a God’s whims, false or not, was the type of uneven exchange you preferred not to buckle for. Not anymore.

Not, especially, when it was Drolta’s bastardized Messiah.

Drolta should know that better than any soul still alive enough to tell the tale. You had not been modest about your aversion to submission during her time snatching displaced disciples from the European islands, you’re sure even that very passion had been what had drawn her so succinctly back to you in the first place.

And yet she asks you for your belief with such poorly hidden satisfaction, like all you had needed to give yourself wholly to a bitch you didn’t trust as far as you could hurl her into the sun to burn forever was Báthory making a bigger spectacle of herself than usual.

Oh how you miss the days when you’d both only existed for fucking and fighting and being free. Gorging yourselves on blood and death, beholden by your love for one another alone, and slaughtering your way through sands and snow and the King’s poorly controlled conquests before returning back home.

The raiders had already come and Sekhmet’s body had since been lost. Drolta had survived their merciless slaughtering of her sisters, and you had been brought in down the line to help her lead. To help her search.

Drolta and you had been free even despite the weight that hung over you nonetheless.

Free until Drolta’s eventual push for Báthory to take control in the face of your unacceptable reality took precedence. Until the promises of grandeur that Drolta had fed you fell at your feet, the new faulty deity that she’d built up needing to make followers anew in her vampiric image.

You’d made a beautiful offering to Báthory’s corrupted version of the goddess you'd once sworn yourself to. Convenient as her first turned, loyal to a fault to her faithful emissary, and too precious for Drolta not to keep near even whilst her priorities shifted away from you harder than ever.

For years prior it had been Drolta who you’d wanted to turn you, blessed as she’d been by your actual goddess as her most favored and ruthless priestess. Drolta, less human than you by far, had sworn to you she’d become your Maker and then promptly pivoted to convince you to take vampiric blood from the vein of another instead; to be similarly blessed by your goddess.

Except Erzsebet was hardly any goddess, reborn or otherwise, you didn’t care how much goddess blood she consumed. A fact that you, quite frankly, couldn’t stress enough even if your demoness continuously refused to listen.

Fury led your partner to previously unthought of extremes, however, and shame at her failure to be a proper priestess made her ambitious enough to give herself wholly to aiding whoever took to Sekhmet’s blood without succumbing to death. Drolta would never stop trying to make up for losing your goddess’s body, no matter if it meant calling Báthory her mistress and mauling through armies and hordes to get her on a throne.

The bullheaded woman in question draws closer. Walking past your shoulder to settle standing beside where you just were, overlooking Machecoul in all its darkened overcast glory.

Despite everything she still captures your attention.

She takes a moment to look at the eclipse. Tilts her head up and raises her arms beside her to catch the sun’s nullified beams against umber skin, to feel the wind’s delicate chill across supernatural features and outstretched wings.

The radiant ends of her tight curls dance in the breeze, little embers of colorful fire carried away by the current so fresh from her having fully transformed.

When she turns to you her lashes flutter, fuchsia eyes meeting your scarlet and locking you in place.

For a moment it’s as if she’s yours again.

As if you being hers holds the weight of every deceleration ever all at once; accumulated into one large forever vow to keep you.

Ensnared in her aura as you are when she shifts to take a step closer to you, outstretched and still raised hand turning up to invite yours, you unlock and take two deft steps of your own without a second thought.

Meeting her in the middle is easy. Magnetic attraction to your demoness more a well worn muscle than breathing at this point. You’re too far removed from your fledgling days to have pantomimed breath as a crutch in forever, but the devotion you stood by is your only constant in this un-life.

Once she gets her hands on you Drolta pulls you in with a blur of movement, her grasp unrelenting. She settles your hands on her hips without waiting for you to make the decision yourself, moves one of her now free hands to dance spindly fingers up your side and then rest her palm securely over your unmoving ribcage.

Grand leathery wings encircle you in their strange icy heat, surrounding you with just her. Her and the soft, colored insides of her wings that press against your unnaturally unscarred skin so succinctly.

“Hm,” she reaches her other hand up to ghost the tips of her nails down the side of your face, eyes searching, “I expected a bit more excitement for the miracle I helped orchestrate, you know?”

“I’m…awed,” you argue, trying not to let your face screw up.

Drolta raises a singular brow, expression unflinching. She palms the side of your face, skin cool as the dead, and rubs the pad of her finger across your lower lip.

“Oh, is that the look you’re giving me…?”

The drag of her thumb drags your attention away, your mind wandering bitterly and gaze following suit.

Whether or not you were excited really didn’t matter here.

“It’s the only look I have.”

In hardly a second the corners of her lips tick down into a frown and the quick look she drags down your body is tentative. Her face loses any traces of that worry just as it registers to you at all, though, gone too quickly for you to address.

When her thumb passes over your lip for the last time is the exact moment you realize she’s not just touching you to be sentimental either.

Drolta snatches you up by the chin, thumb digging not uncomfortably into the divot of your jaw, and forces the entirety of your gaze back onto her. She smiles at the way you frown, at the way you don’t resist.

“Nonsense. The sun is gone, most humans will die without it soon enough, and we will reign over all that remains.” The fingers on your ribcage shift like a spiders’ legs against your body in tandem with her words. Whether in admonishment or the simple urge to touch, you couldn’t guess. “Almost makes you feel alive, no?”

In her hold you twitch, bumping lightly into her wings.

Possibly.

“You make it sound far simpler than it is,” you murmur. The hold on your jaw eases up, a nail scrapes lightly across your cheek.

Drolta scoffs, luminous eyes sparking.

“There’s no use dawdling about the inevitable, my Sweet. You know that. We will rule by Sekhmet’s side again, and they will all bow or be slaughtered for their disobedience.”

“…If you believe that to be true,” you say.

The woman doesn’t so much as hesitate.

“I do.”

Her hand lifts from your ribs and Drolta takes care to sink her restless fingers into your dark hair. Touch undemanding when she scrunches it fondly, nails scraping lightly over your scalp. You lean into her hold like a withering flower long denied light.

Oh, to be hers again. To bring terror beside her like during the good eras you both lived once upon a time.

The scrape against your plumper skin stings, and then it bleeds. A singular drop falling from the finely split skin of your cheek. You don’t react to it until your lover brings her hand up to taste that bead of liquid, a line of your blood dragged down the middle of her tongue that she savors with a meager groan.

Lashes fluttering, you eagerly press back into her returning hold on your face. When you shut your eyes your lids fall heavily. You make a low noise in the back of your throat that borders on a growl, biting back your own groan, but grit your teeth against it anyway.

“Truly?”

Even while eager to taste yourself against her tongue you can’t help but to be dubious. Vampires had ruled once already, had they not? Even Dracula’s dominion had fallen, lordship finally ended in an evening. Even Sekhmet had been overshadowed, worshipers depleted to a pathetic degree compared to what they once were.

When her wings close even more securely around you it feels transcendent, you gasp at the cooling feel of them.

“Truly,” she murmurs, leaning in, the brush of her plush lips against yours almost playful when she grins. You find yourself matching her grin, if only smaller, and she chuckles lowly, lidded gaze intent on you. “There is no reason to doubt.”

Drolta’s mouth presses to yours with abandon, presence demanding as it crashes over you. She drags you in with a tug on your hair and then pulls you flush to her after bringing that very same hand down to grip your hip.

The kiss is crushing. Filled with years worth of elation, of satisfaction. It drags on for its own mini eternity, your tongues clashing as she dives in to taste the stray traces of blood staining your gums. Moaning, you wrap an arm around her to drag her impossibly closer by the waist, not fighting her palm on your cheek even as you bring your other hand up to take hold of her chin. Determined, you make her give you more access to her mouth, loosen her jaw so you can rub the tip of your tongue across her fangs and feel her shudder against you.

You stamp down your doubt only because it is her asking. Only because you want her to be so very correct on principle, even if it means ceding to Erzsebet.

At the end of the day you were happy as your own god, your own control, and your own rule maker. One god had failed you already, and unlike Drolta you would not go tracking down another Master. But, still, you could not quit Drolta. Not now.

Maybe not ever.

Her gaze is smouldering once your kiss breaks, her grasp on you remaining possessive.

Running your dark knuckles down the side of her face, pace steady, you allow her another fleeting smile.

This one is even smaller than the last but Drolta doesn’t notice enough for it to make any difference. She’s too busy staring off into the distance. Staring in the direction of the château and the grand woman who corrupted its shadow, the all powerful gift giver who has given you this night.

Nonetheless it’s not gratitude that twists your smile into something less pleasant. Not reverence that makes your eyes freeze over a brighter, frostier red.

There was a time where you complemented one another.

Where you’d vowed to be mistresses of your own domains and bow only to each other.

Now you’re not so sure she wouldn’t bow to a different mistress - her ‘goddess’ - if she took it upon herself to tear you in two with her pale crystalline hands.

Your touch upon her cheek turns sharp when you turn your hand to cup the side of her face, the tips of your nails biting into her supple skin.

How well gorged she is.

When Drolta glances with lidded pink eyes back to you she’s smirking. She thinks you're playing— her and her damned insistence on games.

Expression smoothing out to something more bored than not, you raise a brow.

“Fly back with me,” she says. An answer to a question not asked. “Let us serve Erzsebet together.”

You stare.

Curse this world and its poison called belief.

You’d had a lover once.

The corners of your eyes crinkle. If you had tears you would be too inclined to shed them.

Blinded by her devotion as she is Drolta doesn’t notice your despair. She just laughs to herself, eager to serve, even more so than typical of her.

Eager to kill, more like it.

When she looks back out to her Messiah her eyes twinkle, and where once you’d scene sapparies you now only see coal.

How had you not noticed just how far she’d fallen?

That she’d been taken from you?

“Of course,” you lie, words coating your blood stained tongue like ash.

Drolta smiles wider, pretty fangs glinting in the moon’s light, before her wings expand and flap behind her.

Pink magic swirls and her arms circle your waist. Red - your red - rushes up to match it, though wings of your own do not sprout, and with your combined abilities you take flight.

Absent your usual synergy you're almost disappointed the unconnected swirls of your energies still work to carry you towards a woman you were steady wanting less and less to do with.

Sorrow grips your unbeating heart whole and despair eats at it as you follow Drolta’s lead anyway, her arms still around you like she could keep any of the promises you whispered into one another’s skin what feels like eons ago.

Your lover’s embrace has never felt so false and the moon’s face has never looked so foreign.

The love of your life had been stolen from right under your nose and you hadn’t even noticed, no longer yours alone. No longer your beloved - your Drolta - but a believer; a follower.

Erzsebet’s beloved emissary.

Truly it had been foolish of you to ever think that after all their centuries together Drolta’s loyalty to Erzsebet Báthory could ever be shaken by her love for you, by your devotion to her, or the two lives you’ve shared together— one life more than Erzsebet’s gotten, but still not a divine enough life for you to stay the only woman at Drolta’s side.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!! Drolta’s ass was wrong the whole time, but pretty privilege is a bitch so here I am adding another evil woman to my collection anyway, I love this character bad.

Okay, I finally finished this show (in Nov 2024) and started getting some ideas by the last episode so here we go. And, really, my only serious complaint as of right now is the f-bomb crutch that impacted nearly every character’s dialogue; it really did get egregious at times. And keep in mind that I wrote this before season two dropped.

Also, me and Egypt are not familiar with one another so I kept things vague but if anything is super off (and outside of the boundaries set by the show) feel free to check me.

Also also, I made a True Blood reference if anybody caught it!

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

EDITED: 1/16//25 later in the day bcs I watched the first few episodes of season two.

[buntanteen]

svt fic recs list <3 - yjh, hjs & lee chan - sfw ver.

reader insert fics!! though, lots of these are ot13 writings, i am specifically recommending the jeonghan, joshua and dino sections!

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

note: i haven't made a fic rec list since i was a teen lol. i'm gonna try do 13 recs per list (cuz that's how many members are in seventeen :3) i've added my mini thoughts and i'm going to add lil song recs too!! these lists are partially for me to look back on too :d

✩ yoon jeonghan ✩

❥ jeonghan boyfriends habits - @odxrilove

*sobs in cute lil domestic actions* shut up i LOVE having my hair played with and attention on me and physical touch that isn't necessarily affection and yapping and being playful ahhh

❥ bf!jeonghan headcanons - @etherealyoungk

this is exactllyyyy the kind of s/o i want raaaaaaaaaaaa. teasing, playful, sweetheart, pouty, mature and a listener. this made me smile soooo much

✩ hong joshua ✩

❥ joshua boyfriend habits - @odxrilove

*cries in physical touch and acts of service* mORE hair touching??? are you trying to speak to my heart😭 shua really said "my handbag is your waist" (just one day by bts reference) with that last one*

❥ bf!joshua scenarios - @etherealyoungk

*punches wall in chef shua making reader breakfast* he's just such a sweetieeee. the intentional quality time is something i can sooo see him doing

✩ lee chan/dino ✩

❥ dino boyfriend habits - @odxrilove

*cries in physical touch and acts of service pt.2* as a shy person, i love when my friends order for me (or when there's a qr code lol) i think i'd pass out if someone pulled me by the loop of my jeans kjfdbdfb

✩ ot13 works (yjh, hjs & lee chan sections) ✩

❥ seventeen as boyfriends - @catboyieejeno

super cute, lengthy and detailed for all members! i was swooning and giggling over each of them hehe~

jeonghan's bits of physical affection coupled with noise effects highkey make my heart soar idk whyyy

shua being a gentleman but bro i'll be one right back at you >:)) skincare nights??? as a skincare girly i would loveeee that ahhh

hAND HOLDING WITH CHANNIE GRRR. i love when people listen to me yap (my friend listened to me yap about svt today haha). i agree with that last bit about chan giving confidence and reassurance. he already does that for me as a fan, so it would be amplified by 990211x~

❥ seventeen when you reject their kiss (as a prank) - @emocheol

hannie was such a little shit. of cOURSE he'd be dramatic and do a 180 on the situation so reader is being pranked

shua's reaction was so hot. it was a mature approach to the situation and my brain started barking kjgbkfa

chan's killed me. this poor kid is trying his best jgfdkb

additionally, hoshi and jihoon's made me tear up a bit :,) they're so precious to me

❥ sharing the bed with seventeen - @emocheol

jeonghan. let. me. spoon. you >:((( (i just wanna cuddle him)

cackled at the absurdity of joshua's with full acknowledgement that him reading to me would make me fall asleep lmao

oh no...dino...we'd both kick each other off the bed

❥ matchy-matchy with seventeen - @lovingseventeen

wanna play with jeonghan's hair so baddd. i used to do my and my friend's hair so much as a kid

i don't really wear rings, BUT FOR SHUA I CAN TRY!! (kinda want a ring like svt does in honour of them?! idk tho)

chan and i are gonna pull up in comfy matching set fits yeahhhh

❥ you ask to leave lipstick stains on their face - @gi4hao

getting lipstick stains back from hannie?? fuck yeahhh

flirty shua *blushes and kicks blanket*

damn, dino sounds like he's in heavennnn (he's soooo down bad lmao)

❥ things they left with you before leaving for tour - @seuonji

jeonghan being thorough and specific and intentional with his shirt choices

joshie writing letters arghhhhh. as someone who loves to write letters to friends (via text or on physical cards) this really speaks to my heart

channie's is sooo fucking thoughtful and i freaking love snacks and quality time at a distance is difficult so i love this ahhh

❥ svt when they’re clingy - @gyuslcve

jeonghan's AHHH. how am i supposed to say no to himmm🥺🥺

shua...hE'S SO SOFTTTT HNGHHGHG. back hugs are so niceee ahhh

spooning? forehead kisses? hand holding?!!?! with dino?!?! yess pls :,)

❥ hyper/calm dynamics - @cxffecoupx

calm reader, calm jeonghan. low energy us just chillingg

all of the above reader & shua. fuck yeah. i tend to adapt my energy to the situation, so chaos can unleash whenever heh :3

hyper reader, calm chan. i will look at him with equal parts embarrassment and endearment haha

additionally: i would hype the shit out of hoshi. no one would never handle us grrrrr ఇ◝‿◜ఇ

mini message from me: thank you for reading!! stay cool or warm wherever you're at!! take care of yourselves and treat yourselves to something yummyyyy~ ς(.>‿<)

bun song recs: serendipity by bts (jimin), heaven by rm, same dream same mind same night by seventeen (vocal unit), yes or no by jungkook & our summer by txt

taglist: no one yet, but if y'all would like to be on it, pls comment :))

[haetrack]

so umm idk if you are ok with this or would answer it but uh Renjun....crying, like he was upset and worried about something. you were trying to comfort him and he was pretty much teary eyed, he looked so pained and small that u wanted to hug him and all his worries away forever but he also looked so pained...so pretty, so mall, so...(dacryphilia noises) that you lowkey highkey wanted to kiss the shit outta him and definitely make him cry for other much better reasons 😔

DNYL Renjun started it all, made me symapthize yet my mind go haywire

Also can i be 👾 anon

HELLO 👾 ANON… accidentally making this way more complicated than it should be like why am i here w art student renjun hurt comfort um

as soon as renjun enters your apartment, you can tell something is off. he sends you a soft smile as he sits next to you on the couch, but it fades quickly. he stares off into the show your watching, not really paying attention. you recall the critique he had today, “how did everything go?”

he sighs, looking away from you before speaking, “fine, i guess. none of the feedback i got was bad, so…”

you smile, “well, that’s good!”

he shrugs, “but that’s the thing. no one had anything bad to say, but no one had anything good to say, either.” when he turns to look at you, there’s tears forming in his eyes. he continues, “after that, it just kind of felt like my work showed no emotion. even after i explained it, no one showed any interest.”

“you can explain it to me,” you say, quiet enough for him to hear.

he blinks, tears slowly rolling down his face, “you- you would want to?”

his cheeks are a pretty pink from his crying, and all you want to do is lean over and place a few kisses on them. “i do,” you move to hold his hand, “anything you do, i’m interested in.”

he laughs a bit, wiping away at the pretty tears that escape him, "really?"

“of course. you’ll show it to me later, right?”

he laughs a little, stray tears slipping out, “i can't say no to you.”

you smile at him before leaning over to give him a kiss. you couldn’t help it. you don’t know exactly why, but you realized just how pretty he looks when he cries. you don’t see it a lot, but it’s somewhere between him looking and being so vulnerable around you that makes you appreciate so much.

renjun lets out a small whine as you kiss him harder. your hand makes it to his cheek, pulling him in closer. you can feel how warm his face is, enjoying the small noises he lets out against your lips. all you want to do is hear more, hear him let out cries because of how good you feel, taking him away from the stress of his class.

which is why you push him down on the couch, quickly joining him in another kiss. he lets out a moan at the feeling of your body on top of his, caging him in. when he pulls away from the kiss, a breathy laugh fills the air, "what's gotten into you? i was just crying in front of you five seconds ago!"

you get a little shy, moving to mumble something into his neck, kissing the skin right after. he chuckles before pulling your face back up, "you can tell me. i won't even laugh."

you take a deep breath, looking away from him, "you looked pretty when you were crying."

renjun blinks at you. he doesn't laugh, but he is a little shocked. he stutters a bit, "you liked when i- when i cried?"

you nod, "i just wanted to make sure you were okay but you just looked so- you're so pretty."

he lets out a groan when he feels you grind down onto him, his hands flying to your ass to keep you in place. you can feel him hardening under you, wanting nothing more than to make him feel good. your voice comes out whiny when you speak, "is it bad that all i wanna do is see you cry again?"

he watches you lower yourself to his cock thats straining against his jeans, undoing them. he shudders when you trace a finger along his clothed length, letting out shallow breaths as his hooded eyes follow you. he tries to keep himself together when you peel off his boxers, "are you gonna..."

you smile at him, mind too hazy at the thought of him, "you never let me do this, let me make you feel good, too, renjun."

he easily breaks when he watches you lick at his tip, moving to rest on his elbows so he can see you better. he tries to keep his eyes from shutting and hips fucking into your mouth when you slowly take him in. there's a reason he never lets you do this to him, you look so good to where he cums too quick.

he can feel himself nearing the edge already with how you're working him. one of his hands meets the top of your head, guiding you along his length. he groans out your name, one of his hands snaking down to hold yours.

you can feel him start to twitch in your mouth. your tongue teases his tip, gagging slightly when he accidentally fucks his cock deeper down your throat. you look up at him, slightly teary eyed, and that's when renjun cums.

he can see what you mean by someone being a pretty crier, the sight of you looking at him proving your theory. he sits up, hands holding your head, keeping you in place as his cum shoots down your throat. you swallow as much of it as you can, pulling away from him with a smile on your face.

he falls back down onto the couch, "i get it now."

you nuzzle into his chest, "i told you, pretty criers exist."

his arm wraps around your back, holding you close to him. he's glad you did this to him, taking away everything he was feeling before. you just have that kind of effect on him.

he's ready to settle in, but your hand trails down to his softening length. you look up at him through your eyelashes, "i didn't get to see you cry, though."

he hisses when you wrap your hand around his cock, "w-wait, i just came, so-"

"can you please cum for me one more time? i wanna see it, renjun..."

he can feel how sensitive he is, tears beginning to form in his eyes as you jerk him off. he can't help but get hard again. he just can't say no to you. as he begins to let out sobs of your name, all he wants to do is make you happy, too.

[rjunswrld]

crush culture (i got a burning desire for you baby.)

jaehyun x thick POC reader

fingering, praising, hand kink, office sex, slight possessive jaehyun, light usage of petnames, reader and jaehyun are v into each other lowkey (or highkey idk they’re both crazy), jaehyun is a big helper such a gentleman fr

there was no denying it, you had a crush on your secretary jeong jaehyun. but who didn’t? he was the talk of the work space for months since he started. everyone wanted to get their hands on the overly flirtatious 5’ 11” aquarius man flashing his famous little smile that made his dimples even more prominent to the eye. a fresh face around the office was something new, especially when they look like jaehyun which made you surprised that a man like him would want to work for you soon finding out that he was recommended this job by one of his good friends on the third floor, nakamoto yuta.

jaehyun was new to this part of town, renting out an apartment a few blocks away he was desperate for any job he could get his hands on and when yuta brought up a position at his job that recently opened up, jaehyun couldn’t be any more excited to take it on.

and since then you’ve grown accustomed to him and that small infatuation.

it was annoying that you had a yearning for him, everything about him was so daring and stupidly attractive. his stupid compliments on you attire, your hairstyle, your work ethic, the list goes on.. that burning feeling on your cheeks became a daily reminder that jaehyun just had to open his big mouth and praise you. it wasn’t that you didn’t like it, you were shy! i mean who can blame you?

tonight you were slammed with work, stressing the fuck out more than usual. time flew by quickly that you missed the view of the sun setting behind you in your office, your eyes glued on multiple files and paperwork that went go through you first for approval you swore you had blisters on your fingers at this point.

hearing small taps on your door before opening up slightly, you looked up at the male who greeted you with a small whisper trying not to inconvenience your time and distract you. too late.

he approached your desk with more files in his hands, apologizing softly as he placed them off to the side away from the others to keep them from getting mixed up and causing any problems. a man with a brain. he smiled down at you in pity, all the work he was assigned was here and his job was about done for the day.. but you were still here, your whole floor has gone home for the night. how could he leave knowing you’d be here all alone?

“anything else i can help you with ms. ___?”

his voice was smooth like honey, snapping you back to reality as you realized you had zoned out. clearing your throat you looked at the time, 10:30pm. god it’s gonna be a long night for you. “that’s all for today, thank you for bringing these to me.” you politely smiled as he looked at you with an expression you couldn’t read. what was he thinking? “well, i guess i should be on my way then.” he chewed on his bottom lip hoping you’d ask for him to stay. please let him stay.

“yeah i guess so, it’s pretty late too. don’t worry your overtime will be counted on your check.” you confirmed with a small giggle as he smiled, but that’s not what mattered to him right now. “goodnight jaehyun.” looking away from the man he couldn’t peel his eyes off of you. can’t you see he doesn’t want to leave? wasn’t it obvious by the way he took his time bringing you the rest of of his work just to be here with you alone? “right. goodnight ms. ___.” he playfully said, sighing as he turned around slowly, practically dragging himself from his spot to walk towards the door. won’t you stop him? holy shit ___ say something to make him stay.

you watched his figure slowly depart from you, he was the last person besides you here left. once he’s gone there’s no company, no one to talk to, no one to walk out with. would it be too much to have him stay? just for protection of course.. yeah definitely just to keep you safe..

“um jaehyun?” he turned around faster than ever, faster than you could say go. “yes?” he smiled brightly as you couldn’t help but smile genuinely at him. “i know it’s too much to ask and you can say no-“ “yes.” he was quick to say making you raise your brows unexpectedly. “you didn’t even let me finish.”

“you want me to stay and my answer is yes, i’ll stay.”

walking over to one of the chairs placed in front of your desk he was quick to take a seat, smiling at you with those stupid dimples you felt your heart skip a beat. pull it together girl. “you don’t have to stay all night, feel free to leave whenever.” you added as he dismissed you, smacking his lips with his hand swaying in a motion like he was swatting a fly away. “i leave when you do.” you rolled your eyes playfully as he pulled his phone out, making himself comfortable in the seat you looked down at your papers mentally slamming your head against the table as you saw the many stacks layered around you.

but these many papers plus jaehyun here to keep you company? take your time then.

an hour passed

only one fucking hour and you felt your brain rotting at this point.

you looked up at jaehyun. watching how focused he was on his phone, rotating it with both hands holding onto the device you couldn’t stop your mind from whirling.

you tried to get rid of all the thoughts of your secretaries hands, god how attractive they are. so long and slender, he was just made so perfectly. your mind can only take so much before being completely fried, so why not take a break and focus on something else?

you kept your crush on him a secret, no one knew you fan girled over him like all the other girls on the floor did.. he kept you up at night, letting him consume you as you’d shove your hands down your panties with only his name falling past your lips uncontrollably. him teasingly smiling above you as you fingered yourself ruthlessly, fuck he gets you going. the sinful thoughts of his hands roaming your body, being forced into your mouth as you cry and gag around them, feeling his hands slap against your skin harshly-

"is everything alright boss?" damn that silly title he’d call you as a small joke knowing you hated being addressed by it, especially by him. but to him, that’s what you were. she’s the boss, she’s in charge and he’ll do whatever you say.

“huh?” you blinked your thoughts away as you felt your cheeks heat up against your will. fuck. your eyes met his, smiling at you he placed his phone down before shifting in his seat. you’re so cute when your flustered. “i asked if everything was okay?” he chuckled he swore he saw your cheeks go a shade darker, he loved seeing you blush uncontrollably so of course he’ll do anything in his power to do so. “you seem.. tense, maybe you should take a break?” he suggested, take it as you will, jaehyun is observant he can see right through you.

you cleared your throat looking at your paper as if you were focused on it to begin with. “uh sure, a break sounds nice..” a break from that uncomfortable feeling between your thighs would be even nicer, just a thought. “want me to help you out?” you choked on your saliva, was jaehyun a mind reader now? no way in hell did he just say that. “are you okay?” he was alert, but he was aware. so we’re on the same page then? sneaky. he got up reaching for a water bottle in your mini fridge off to the side of your desk, handing it over to you as you thanked him through your coughing fit. he stood next to you as you opened the bottle to drink, feeling the cold water running down your hot body he watched you gulp it all down. who knew watching you drink water would be so attractive. “better?” he snickered, fuck off jaehyun.

“y-yeah, sorry.” you mumbled an apology as you twisted the cap back on as you placed the bottle down before looking back at jaehyun who towered over you. his signature cologne filling your nostrils you felt like this was torture. “you didn’t answer my question boss.” as if his voice could go any deeper, he stared down at you. nothing could take his attention away from you. “what question?” you felt small under his gaze, you felt as if you were exposed to him. like a cop and a robber and you just got caught red handed. “i asked if you wanted me to help you out? you take on so much, i can help you relax.” every word was spoken loud and clear, was this a test? “how?” the million dollar question has been asked. “well i’m really good with my hands, i can show you.” he smirked walking behind you as he placed his hands on your shoulders gently, well fuck your mind for being so deep in the gutter. “is this okay?” with an experimental rub on your shoulders and neck you hummed back instantly in delight. “yes.” you sighed out, letting your eyes close awaiting for more. “just relax boss, lemme help you relax.”

his words were doing damage to you, and his hands just made it all better. you weren’t aware of his lingering eyes, staring down from above, looking down at your plush thighs as your skirt squeezed them so perfectly. he was a fan of you and your body. those prominent curves, the way your hips swayed so hypnotically as he watched you walk away from his desk, that pretty smell produced from your perfume that he wished to smell more of- but not from the bottle, from your skin specifically. he was such a pervert he couldn’t help but watch your skin cascade with goosebumps as your pretty little sounds of satisfaction escaped you. “poor ___, just wanna relax.. wanna be taken care of..” he mumbled out making you nod as his hands inched lower down your chest, his fingers dancing along your clavicle as you moaned softly. you were in a trance.

“so tense.. should i loosen you up more?” his words fell past his lips so easily, he didn’t have to think of anything to know what he was gonna say to you, he knew exactly what to say to you. “jaehyun..” you sighed out feeling his hands reach lower resting above your chest, so close to you just how you imagined them being. “will you let me help you?” opening your eyes you looked down at your chest seeing his fingers up close and personal contrasting against your melanin skin, this is so unprofessional of the both of you. in your office after hours with your secretary’s hands on your body, this would look extremely bad to anyone who walked in.

but no ones here.

just you and jaehyun.

“j-jaehyun..” you were flustered once again, subconsciously looking back at the male who never looked so serious before, his eyes seemingly darker than before- is this what lust looked like? temptation? “come on baby, i’ll do anything for you. tell me i can an i will.. i know it’s what you want.” baby?, could you get used to such a word coming from jaehyun specifically being addressed to you? leaning down closer to your face, you never been this close to him before. your imagination could never top this. “don’t you want me___?” looking down at his lips as he spoke such enticing words you felt completely speechless, so dumb with no thoughts just that burning desire. “use your words, tell me..”

it’s now or never. a silly thought, a stupid saying until you’ve reached that point where you find yourself saying it.

“please jaehyun, help me.” your small whisper lit him up completely, doing the boldest move yet you kissed him. you kissed jeong jaehyun, your secretary, your right hand man, your walking wet dream. he was quick to kiss you back, his hands now groping your breast as his squeezed and rotated them against you. his lips felt exactly how you imagined them being, soft, plump and most importantly, moisturized. he smiled into the kiss and you let out a small moan, taking it at an opportunity to deepen the kiss. feeling his hands roughly rip your button up open hearing them scatter on the floor you gasped as he pulled away from you, spinning you around to face him fully. “need to feel you.. please wanna make you feel good ___” he was wishing for this as much as you were, wasn’t oblivious? he went above and beyond just for you, he studied you and learn your lore. you think he’d treat you such a way if he wasn’t into you?

he was impatient, you were untouchable and unresponsive for so long he was reserved for you even of you weren’t. being so trigger happy he pulled you from your seat and held you close, no words spoken he wanted your lips on his. the kiss was sloppy, you felt his hands all over you. feeling every curve his dreams were coming true, thank god for that 11:11 wish he made.

he pulled your shirt from your shoulders as the clothing item fell of your body onto the floor leaving you in your black lacy bra and pencil skirt. something he could only imagine seeing, something he fantasized of seeing and now it’s happening. “so fucking beautiful.” he grunted. he wasn’t wrong, he’s never wrong.

“jaehyun” you felt his lips kissing down your jaw to your neck, his hands holding onto your back as he reached to undo the hooks of your bra. “you smell so good ___, i love it.” a little too much. feeling that tightness around your chest releasing, your boobs felt free. his wet soft kisses went lower down your chest, feeling yourself lean up against your desk to help him out a little he removed your last clothing item that hid your body from him, the cool air hitting your once warm and secured breasts you felt them hardening almost instantly. he smiled to himself as he teasingly licked your skin between them, looking up at you, you felt your body shudder slightly at the feeling. “you’re so pretty ___.” his breath radiating off your skin you felt his lips pampering around your areola. “please don’t tease.” you moan out. “i won’t, i won’t let you wait any longer than you need to.” slipping your nipple into his mouth you felt his tongue swirling around it you subconsciously arched your back against his face in pleasure.

“touch me more..”

he smiled against you, what a sight to see. your nipple in his mouth with his dimples decorating his cheeks- who would’ve thought his smile couldn’t get anymore attractive. he didn’t need to be told twice, you deserved this. he deserved this. this was way better than any bonus he got, you are better.

pushing up your skirt, bunched up around your waist he was quick to place his hand exactly where you needed it. imagine if you had let him leave. “tell me what you want me to do.” his hand rested on your cunt, not moving just laying against your flimsiest panties. you were sure he could feel the pooling wetness through them. he kissed your chest before standing up fully to face you with his hand still cupping your aching pussy

"don't be shy, i know your not shy when it comes to something you want.." he leaned closer, inches away from your lips as his breathing collided with yours making your heartbeat increase. "something you desire.." he smirked, this fucking guy.

his fingers teasingly moving around you gently making you clench around nothing, the aching sensation striking your core intensely you felt your body turning into mush, your mind completely shutting down- there’s always loopholes in everything jaehyun does. "are you gonna tell me what you want now?" his lips sloppy kissing the corner of your mouth. he groaned as you felt his lips placing butterfly kisses sensually on your burning skin.

"tell me." he muttered into your neck, making you tremble under his control.

"w-want you to touch me please.."

"touch you where baby? tell me exactly where you want me to touch you.." you proceeded to kiss and your face reddened at the embarrassment. he wanted you to be vocal and it wasn't something that you were used to- guess we all have to try something new.

"m-my.. my pussy.." wanting to crawl under your desk and hide, never saying those three words together to him in your life. it left you with your heart pounding and the tip of your ears becoming hotter as he lifted his head from your neck after nibbling and kissing on it.

"it wasn't that hard now was it?" he grinned removing his embrace from you only to pull you up from your desk to only flip you around and bend you over roughly.

"what took you so long to just tell me that you needed my assistance elsewhere huh?" his voice boomed, revealing your flimsy panties that barely covered your ass to the male eyeing you from behind shamelessly.

"such a naughty little thing." he beamed as you whimpered biting your lip and looking back to see the man's predatory gaze on your ass, kicking your legs apart to expose you even more from behind.

"the way you look at my hands.. you love them, don't you? you want them in you so bad huh? making you cum just only from my fingers.." and with what you least expected, a harsh impact of his hand colliding with your left ass cheek filled the room making you moan loudly at the sudden impact. you could hear his chuckle as he watched it jiggle, enjoying the sounds coming from you- just as he imagined. "such a fucking slut.." he said aggressively as another slap landed on the same cheek, making you clutch onto the edge of the desk with a gasp leaving you.

"enjoying a punishment from your secretary , imagine the whole board coming in to see you getting fucked by your assistant.."

you imagined the thought of getting fucked by jaehyun, all the girls who gawked over him trying their hardest to shoot their shot only to be rejected nicely by the korean.. now here he was touching you, giving you what all the girls on the floor wanted. your stomach erupted with butterflies at the thought of being caught by anyone you whimpered pathetically as a snicker escaped him. so dirty.

"oh i see, you'd like that wouldn't you? well, you always loved attention, willing to give anyone a show like the cock slut you are.." a harder smack coming in contact as you screamed feeling tears brimming your eyes as he laughed from behind, enjoying your reactions to his manhandling.

you felt his clothed erection rub up between your ass cheeks letting out a broken moan with the thought you finally getting to have that tonight-or so you thought. he began grinding against you as you pushed yourself back to feel him even more, reaching for the side of his thigh to pull him closer, resulting in another harsh slap on your ass again. "no baby, you wanted me to touch you tonight not fuck you.." your head softly dropping down on the desk in defeat as your breathing became heavy. he chuckled at your reaction pulling himself away as he caressed your now reddened ass cheek and the other before spreading them apart.

"shoulda been more specific sweet girl." fuck you jaehyun.

he released his grip as he watched both cheeks fall back into place with small jiggles. he bit his lip as he slipped his fingers sneakily inside of your thong, feeling how wet you became. you gasped as you rose your head up from the cluttered desk to look back at jaehyun who already had his eyes fixed on you with a grin.

"i'm gonna give you one more chance.." he circled your clit as you moaned at the incredible feeling growing from his fingers coming in contact with your sensitive hardened nub.

"how do you want me to touch your pussy?" his voice dropping an octave lower as you groaned, feeling your legs trembling already. "fuck.." you gasped as his fingers circled you a bit faster to gain a reaction from you, itching to hear more of those sinful moans.

"f-finger me jae, two in me.."

you cried out helplessly and desperately as he smiled watching how your body became limp to absorb the intoxicating feeling. he proceeded to rub your clit as you gripped tighter onto the edge of your desk, never wanting this to end.

"good job baby, now your getting the hang of how i run things.." he removed his fingers from your clit with a greedy groan leaving your lips as you felt the feeling slipping away from you quickly. you laid there panting and patiently as you didn't dare want to disobey the male. "be really good for me and i'll give you more later on alright angel?" he became face to face with you as your cheek rested on the desk, bracing yourself for what the man had in store- it sure did seem a bit intense honestly, it made you nervous but you were too needy and desperate to even disagree or even doubt his words.

"y-yes jae." you stuttered unintentionally, watching how his famous smile reappeared across his face. that dammed smile.

he eyed you for a few seconds before he removed himself from the table back to his original spot behind you. you breathed out your mouth as you decided to close your eyes waiting for the man to do something.

he attached his hands back onto your ass, giving it a light smack as you grunted lowly already feeling sensitive all over. he smiled to himself as he used his same hand to touch your aching pussy. he dipped his middle finger into you as you hummed in response, feeling his free hand give you a tougher smack. "m’gonna cum five times for me baby, then i'll properly take care of you and make us both feel good okay?"

"yes.. please.."

he smiled as he now shoved his second finger into you, scissoring you open in a rough motion that automatically made you let out a scream of pleasure. his fingers curled in all the right places as he watched your ass cheeks bounce up against his hand that pounded into you in a fast deep motion.

"jaehyun!" you squealed feeling your legs tremble uncontrollably as he bit his lip with a smirk plastered on his face seeing your head rise from the desk to let your sounds become more audible and if anyone was still here they would pass by your unlocked office hearing you get slutted out by the man himself.

"shit so good..”you grunted already feeling your first orgasm of the night approaching. your pussy clenching and unclenching around his fingers, signaling that you were about to erupt with his continuous fingering. "cum! don't stop.." you squealed as you griped tightly again, feeling your orgasm approach you quickly as you let out a loud cry with him proceeding to hit your g spot continuously.

"jaeh-hyun” you moaned stumbling over his name as you shook uncontrollably to your orgasm filling your body, feeling yourself becoming limp as he held onto his word never stopping as you quickly rode out your high on your way to another one, having you shake and groan from the overstimulation.

"good girl, four more to go."

⭐︎

[ziipzeepzop-eez]

RIGHTTTTT LIKE ON NIGGA MONTH OF ALL TIMES, CHIP 😭😭😭😭????? ON OUR MONTH??? 🤧🤧🤧 DON'T TELL ME THE 👌🏾 MOST DIVERSE WEBSITE I'VE EVER COME TO KNOW EXISTING DURING OUR GOLDEN GENERATION IS,,,,,,, *whispers* ra— *gets hit by a 16-wheeler* /jjjj

Awww hon, don't I know it!! I just started learning how to take proper care of my own hair and when it's cooperative with me, I always feel so much better!! 🥹🥰 Don't worry girlfriend, I gotchu. 🪮💇🏾‍♀️🫧

YAAAAAAS I'M IN THE KITCHEN MICHELIN IRRESISTIBLE ✨💅🏾💋🍳🔪🍽️ /lyr

Ah, yes yes of course. You get the offensives at the ready, I'll start the email!! 📨 "To whom it will concern . . . ."

*griddys into your pov* BESTIE BABE!!! First off, hope you're doing fantaboolas and that your weekend is litty and griddy so far ayeee 💃🔥

and second, bro I just ordered some boba for delivery yeah?? WHY TF IS IT SO EXPENSIVE??? 😭 I DON'T UNDERSTAND. TWO DRINKS AND A BANANA PUDDING CUP ALL CAME OUT TO $20 (that's expected) BUT THE ORDER IN WHOLE WAS A WHOPPING $30 SUMN???????? WHY???

1st HEYY BESTIEEE I MISSSEED UUUU😥 NO! MY WEEK HAS BEEN SHITTY AND I HOPE NEXT WEEK WILL BE BETTER 😭😭 I SMELL FAN-SHITTY AND I HAVE BEEN ABLE TO TAKE CARE OF MY HAIR FOR ALMOST A MONTH 😣 NOTHING IS LIT RN BUT U BBG ❤️ U GRIDDY UP MY WORLD 💕😝

and 2nd GAW DAM, AT THAT POINT JUST MAKE IT URSELF 😭😭 OR DO THAT TIKTOK HACK THINGY WHERE U MELT GUMMIES IN WATER OR SMT💀 TAXES CAN BE SO SILLY SOMETIMES, MAYBE YOU SHOULD TALK TO IT 😍👏🏾

[corruptive-sinner]

Rough Time

Warning CnC

non-consensual drug use too

but the priest is so highkey into and this is fantasy, you little sinner 😘

Smog filled the air, thick skunky clouds filled the room the priest sat. it was long after hours and no one was here this time at night besides him. Still in my "Sunday best" I would say too.

~A mouth watering sight to a certain demon. unbeknownst to the priest.

I let out a cough, both in shock and the sudden lack of clean air, the basement office had always been a stuffy place without the sudden smoke. Had the church been burning?

I get up to escape when a firm object stops me, slamming into my chest, flat like someone had held out a hand. I stumble back falling down, fear and confusion clouding my already scattered mind.

A presence enters through the smoke, starting out as a cloudy black blob, two long protrusions seen sticking out of its head, but when it steps through it appears a regular human, with blackened eyes staring down at me, a masculine person smiling wickedly.

I freeze, looking up, helpless. Praying for God to save me, give me strength to battle this demon.

"Calm down Father, there's no fire. Just something to calm your nerves," he says, smoke escaping out of his mouth as he does. Leans down, grabs my shirt and yanks me upwards, "you're cute when your scared, Father~"

I struggle and he releases instantly, I am pinned against my desk, he blocks the door, the door I can't even see if its open or not, the lights dimming and flickering from his presence. he strides forward. A smooth confidence, I asses his features,

A shorter man than I previously thought, I only 5'9 he seemed 5'6ish, but strong, as proved seconds ago. His hair is a vibrant red, one on a normal day would assume dye of some sort, but demons can look like anything I have been taught. He normal fine clothes, wait-

I know him, he was here today,

"There you go, you remember me." He smiled, closing the gap between us and pressing my hips to his. Those same black denim pants topped with a black shirt and dark flannel made him blend in perfectly around these parts of town.

I didn't fight him. This didn't feel wrong, and that doesn't feel right but,

"That's right, deep breathes, hehe,"

I couldn't help but breathe in the smoke, burning my lungs. Making me cough painfully. As quick as I felt panic I relaxed, the pain dulled, it got easier to just breathe again.

Oh, it's weed, that disgusting aroma should have tipped me off. I also smelled it vaguely on him, earlier after the sermon, he leaned in and said

"You're handsome for a sheep."

I hadn't understood, but now, his leg inching mine apart, the world getting fuzzy, a giggle comes from my throat.

He looks at me, with those haunting eyes he has. He was quite handsome, it made me completely disregard any threat, i blamed old nerves from when I was a teen. Sneaking out to kiss the boys in our boarding home. Someone brought weed once, I always wished I had just tried it. It is as nice as they said.

"Relaxed yet?"

"Mhm, you're handsome,"

"As are you, so proud and pretty like a bird doing a mating dance, maybe you're an angel eh? Hehe." He inched his face closer to mine, I could almost feel his stubble. His strong hands planted me against my desk, pinned, like prey. I should be scared, fighting back, but like the boys said back then, just blame the weed. Maybe I will.

I leaned down to bridge the gap, capturing his lips, desperately pushing against his strong body. He pushed me back against the desk roughly. I let out the smallest moan but he hears it,

"Atta boy, enjoying yourself aren't you?" He breathed into my ear, low and gravelly.

My blood was hot, my head was clouds. My dick was painfully constricted to my pants. I could feel the precum gathering from the tip. I moaned into his shoulder when his hand grazed the front of my pants.

"Someone feeling a little neglected? Just let me take care of you." he says that like I have any choice, I don't need a choice, i want him to do whatever he wants to me.

"Good Father," he moans into my ear as his hands slip into my pants freeing my dick. The sudden colder air and rough hand makes me jerk primitively.

"Calm down, there's no need to rush, we have all night~"

That thought makes me moan, he just laughs slightly, giving me a tender kiss as he begins pumping his hand, I white knuckle the table to contain myself, to last at least a few minutes.

His togue prods my lips and I let him in instantly, he's rough but gives my opportunities to explore him as well, I take those with full vigor feeling his fangs with my tongue. Becoming a moaning mess in the process when I taste some of my own blood.

My garbled mind straining to form thoughts besides this overwhelming pleasure radiating throughout my body, his hand providing a steady firm rhythm, his tongue in my mouth, his other hand sinking claws into my waist as he holds me.

His hand releases and I whine pathetically for it to return,

"Easy Father," He whispers giving a final kiss before lowering to his knees, a devilish smirk giving me a jolt. He takes my member and licks whorishly at the head, collecting a large amount of precum on his tongue, showing me before taking the rest smoothly down.

I can't pretend to hold back my moans, his horns grow from the smog and I take them to hold. They feel like somewhat smoother goats horns I note, but anything more coherent would not return to me until much later. I was lost in pleasure.

The demon's mouth was hot, wet, and though he had fangs I never felt them until he teased me by grazing them on the sensitive spots he discovered by judging the intensity of my moans. Just as I began to edge closer to finishing he abruptly pulled away.

I whimper pathetically at him. He just laughs, again. Mocking asshole. He's the one who wants this, me.

The demon stands up, twits me arounds and slams me onto my own desk, the breathe knocked out of me, but instead of pain it'd all numb tingling throughout my body. My pants are inched down and the realization of what he's about to do makes me moan like a real whore.

"I knew you had it in you~" He chides leaning down on top of me, whispering in my ear.

My bare ass felt exposed, there was a pressure in my, rear. And I don't hate it, that thought should disgust me, but I've never felt so good or wanted something so bad. He pushed slowly inside of me, the tingling was intense but all I could do was moan. Fuck I want him to start moving.

"Eager are we? Alright." he says as he bottoms me out, a shrill gagged moan escaped me. and before I could adjust he started pumping in and out at a steady, unrelenting pace. I was overfilled with pleasure it made my head ring, blocking out most noises to a faint dull, just focusing on the pleasure and getting lost being used like this. My climax came creeping up again, he started pumping faster, the movement making my old desk creak with the strain of both our bodies. The heat of his body pressing into mine as he came in me pushed me over the edge, it burned in a way I never wanted to end.

He slowly pulled out, I'm still leaned over my desk as I hear him redress.

"Lets do this again sometime, Father."

And with that the strange demon, and his smoke, and the effects of the smoke are gone. The slow sobering mixed with the cooling cum, but shame heating up my chest. But, I will be looking for him in my next sermon.

[marengogo]

SECRET THOUGHTS vs REALITY - TIME:

I’m a 2020, ON-Grand Central Station Premiere (25 February 2020)-ARMY. From the very first moment I accidentally/happened to be around for this premier; my fate was sealed. So I count this day as my ARMY anniversary.

So it’s been 4 years so far, for me, which considering how much they’ve meaningfully impacted my life, it is something I don’t often like to own up to, because most of the times I feel unworthy, or like I don’t have the right to call myself an ARMY because I didn’t get to support them during bad times (Wings Project 2016, for example).

So lowkey highkey I’ve been wishing I had been around for the hard times, so that I would stop looking down on myself and feel like I have the right to be their fan.

Come 2024 and we are in this shit.

There hasn’t been a day I stopped worrying, stressing, getting angry, despairing, I actually also cried one day and so then I wondered; I finally got what “I wanted”, but at what costs?

In my head it was always just: the boys are just existing, people are trying to bring them down for no reason, we ARMY will support them and get through it until the problem is solved; THE END.

…

I had never really thought about how actually vicious ANTIs actually could be. Lying out of their asses and people just drinking it all up.

I had never really thought about having people within ARMY becoming also people you had to fight against.

I had never really thought about how long a day, a minute a second really is, while you hope and pray for all of it to be over.

I had never really thought about the actual toll of this takes on a person emotionally; so I can only imagine how the Tannies must be feeling.

I might be the only person who felt like aside from Joonie for obvious reasons the Tannies have stopped updating us on socmed ever since this mess started to become serious really, it might just be all in my head so seeing. So this update from Tae today

made me breathe and actually smile and made me think that perhaps we are out of the woods? I don’t know, we won’t know until it all ends, but for now, I’m glad to see that he seems to be doing well.

I hope THEY ARE ALL DOING WELL.

I miss them so much and I can’t wait for this hell to be over.

In the meantime, I’ll keep waiting

days until Jin comes back to me.

Marengo.

[snail-day]

Hehe why hello there my beloved Snail. Ngl girl you have no reason to be apologetic about not proofreading your response because I was highkey cringing at all the typos I made when I read through the message I sent last night (still can’t believe I sent it to you like that my bad) *sighs* that’s what I get for rambling before bed. Alas it’s when I get the time to be insane on tumblr. Regardless, THANK YOU FOR ANSWERING ALL MY QUESTIONS!!! I did want answers but I didn’t mean to send so many😭, I really hope that didn’t take you too long. No because our interactions got me smiling, giggling, twirling my hair and kicking my feet. I got hearts in my eyes if you didn’t notice😍 THE ZOOMIES GO BOTH WAYS. I may not be running five miles (damn girl🫦) but I was walking around and zoning out to my playlist and now I gotta collapse after 15k steps today. Your responses are like a little treat in the morning I LOVE waking up to them, and this is so wonderfully fun!!!! This is what tumblr should always be about fr🥹.

Now I wanted to say this yesterday but it completely slipped my mind because all my neurons decided to detonate at the same time. I think it was one of your older asks, about how Geto would never fully trust a darling that would completely submit to him without fighting back. You learn a lot about somebody when they snap and I really love the way you reversed that with Suguru as the affectionate husband and reader being unable to trust him without ever seeing him express any type of confrontational behavior. Because in truth every girl wants the perfect man until she realizes she doesn’t know him at all behind the carefully curated mask. This would prompt me to ask if reader ever brought this up before serving the divorce papers? But then again I feel like he would just dismiss her feelings while saying something like his true nature is to lover her or something while kissing up her neck. Wasn’t expecting the mental hospital route in the medical AU but such a delectable surprise nonetheless. UGH ITS WRONGFUL IMPRISONMENT BUT WORSE!!! But you’re right Snail ehehe I think you should write another medical fic with our babygirl… IM NOT NORMALLY THIS GREEDY I SWEAR WAHHHH JUST TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION. The blood draw scene, darling who avoids doctors on purpose, Satosugu trying to catch you up on all your vaccines (they’re really just sedatives to make you cute and relxed), THE HOME VISITS YOU MENTIONED😭Your writing is doing things to me and I can’t help it!!! In all seriousness though do whatever your heart desires, take a break even, you spoil me too much😂. I eagerly await the epilogue of Hysteria because I need to know how this one ends. You mentioned it may or may not have a happy ending and I won’t lie I don’t know how this is going to end up as happy unless she forgets all the events both leading up to and at the hospital and gets to go home in an ignorant bliss. Can’t wait to see how you’re going to do it!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHH MY IDOL WANTS MY DISCORD REAL?!?!?!!! I’ll DM you trust. Very embarrassing bc you’re going to see my account and notice I just followed you. I promise I’m a real fan I’m just like this with every blog I follow. NO KIDNEY NECESSARY YOU’VE GIVEN SO MUCH ALREADY!! Though hehe if you wanna give me your heart I wouldn’t mind *batting my eyelashes at you btw* love you lots and as always have a splendid night or day or whatever time you usually get my messages!!

-Your silly zoomy 💖

AHHHH!!! Hi 💖 baby!!

I'll give you my heart 🥺🩷 (Sorry to everyone that sees us flirt every day)

In terms of the pre-divorce: You're very spot on with Geto's character!! Their marriage was very stable, while reader is having doubts of trust because well never seeing your partner get angry....is odd. Anger doesn't mean abusive, it's an emotion we all feel! So always having him be the calm person would just be annoying.

There are definitely some drawbacks of predivorce. They're both in the medical field. Which means there's days or sometimes a whole week when they can't see each other...plus Geto kept asking reader if she could move to his hospital since he doesn't really like her working in the ER (crazy stuff happens all the time) and he's not sure what he'd do if he lost his wife because a patient freaked out, someone walking in with a gun/bomb, someone thinking his wife is hot and kidnapping her. So when reader constantly says no, he does get a little frustrated but never shows it. Just flashes reader that sweet polite smile and says "okay angel" when in reality he's having a freak out.

Obviously, they had their sexual issues, and I just think those came up from life. Not seeing each other often and are exhausted from the work week. Other than that, it's pretty normal. They'd travel with Satoru, sometimes Shoko. Go on dates, visit reader parents (not his), cuddle on the couch, and watch something reader wants. He also makes reader's lunch every day in a cute bento box.

OKAY so

I lied not really happy ending??? But epilogue should be out Sunday or Monday at the latest. It's not as bad as TiLR. Maybe that could change

Love you 💖 baby!!!

[betterpathoflyfe]

12/31/23 - Peace in the Transition

As 2023 comes to a close, I can honestly say that in its totality — it was a good year.

A stretching year. A growing pains year. A lowkey, kinda highkey TOUGH year.

But a good year nevertheless.

I’ve learned a lot about certain habits, mindsets, standards that I need to let go of, and equally the ones that I want to embody.

Yet, letting go has always been a bit difficult for me. The balance between moving forward when I wanted to stay put and trying again even when I knew what the end result would be, was…not fun, to say the least.

But I know that I am in transition — that God is doing a new thing in this next chapter of my life, and I’ve finally…finally come in agreement.

I’ve finally found peace in the transition because I’ve surrendered it to Him.

I had a conversation with one of my friends a few weeks back regarding things we wish each other would experience moving forward, and she mentioned this idea of peace. And honestly, I have been doing so much this year when it comes to my job and finishing this Master’s degree (but by the graaaaaace of God, we have officially finished our Master’s program!!!), that I felt like I was chasing my tail! There was just so much going on that I couldn’t take a minute to breathe.

That being said, one Sunday night, as I preparing to bake chicken for my dad, I reflected on my conversation with her and the different things that have come to an end, as well as the ones that are going to begin in the new year.

And in that moment of preparing to bake chicken, I reflected on how far God has brought me. And how, even in the midst of the various things that occurred this year, His hand never let me go. He kept me, He pruned me, and He has blessed me abundantly…above allll that I can ask or think, COME ON SOMEBODY!!! 😭🙌🏿 (Ephesians 3:20-21)

But seriously…it just made me stop and really…smile! And be all the more grateful. Because His favor, His grace, His mercy, is not dependent on us, but on Who He is. And what He has done for me, and continues to do for me, makes me want to do nothing more than to praise His name and tell others about what Him!

And then, even today, right? My pastor, at the end of the service, declared over us that that this will be a year of establishment. And right when he said that, it was like I felt the Holy Spirit all through me — like it was the biggest confirmation for me yet! He even talked about how some of us have been sitting on gifts that God has put in our hearts to do, and that is the truth!! We have got to do what God has instructed us to do, because all of this is really about bringing Him glory, bringing people to Christ, and seeing Heaven crowded at the end of the day, right?

All of this to say, I really believe 2024 is going to be that year of establishment. Not just for myself, but others as well, and I’m so excited about it. I’m expectant. But as these different aspects and seasons develop and eventually come to fruition, I have so much peace in the transition, and I pray you do as well.

Happy New Year, and God bless you <3

And here’s to renewed consistency with these blogposts! 😅🥂

"Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." ~ Philippians 3:13-14

~ May the Author

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

IDEA

the kalim harem started with just the light music club being a poly (lila x cater x kalim x esther)

hcs on how that happened and also a concert thats used as a way to announce that to kalims parents?? what sons would be played ;ooo

Okay first off, I'm making a fic saga now

And I also made a playlist

Lets say some of these songs he sung to his partners or during concerts

And final now that Esther is in this ship, I lowkey want to add Arie in too so the first few headcanons are of their dates!

Esther and Kalim's date was to see the stars. Like magic carpet ride and then a picnic on top of the entire island where the stars are the brightest and he brought as much of their favorite foods

Arie's and Kalim's date was a stroll in town and Arie kept trying to hint hint on the date and Kalim, sweet heart, was missing the signs and didn't even try to kiss him until he asked by the end of the date and Arie's just- "Bro why is he so cute?! I feel bad thinking things now!"

I can see the band club being the first open poly relationship with Kalim since everyone who comes to visit sees Kalim holding someone's hand or sitting on their lap or one soul caught Cater and him kissing at the drums

It started kind of like how the original post but either way the others didn't confess yet or they did and they're all taking it very slow but Lilia, Cater, and Esther were like "Mmm yeah now I don't think I'll do that"

Jamil used to be very annoyed by this whole thing and lowkey highkey jealous, no matter how much he acts like it doesn't bother him

Things changed after Kalim, after talking to his bandmates/lovers first, asked everyone out and the dates happened the same just different

Some parents lowkey knew before they came out cause of certain things

Like a picture of Kalim in the Sunset Savannah get up is Ruggie's screensaver and his grandma teases him like "Well who's that cutie?"

Epel once joined a video call to home and forgot he stole one of Jamil's hoodies and was wearing it

Sebek just accidentally outed himself when his siblings teased him about something and he went "How do you know that!?"

Now with Esther involved, RIP everyone's necks and thighs-

I was about thinking adding Rielle in the mix since he is mentioned but I decided against but COULD YOU IMAGINE THE GROUP IF ISAAC WAS IN IT?!

NOW CONCERT~!

The show was a sell out and fast

All the families of every partner are there and the school rented (with Kalim's and Leona's money help) the biggest concert hall and any transportation prices for everyone to be there

Kalim been wanting to come out publicly about his relationship for a while and this is his dream way with his favorite people consenting coming out all though a lot of them (ie Riddle, Ace, Jamil, and Rollo) were still nervous of the outcome.

They started the show with the favorites

Before Kalim took the mic as they all swap instruments with a smile

"Is everyone having a great time?!"

Is met with cheers

"Well that's good. Today's concert is very special to me and to...well everyone... The next songs are a bit inspired by the big surprise."

Then he and them sang these songs all while the lovers knew what inspired him

When it got to They Don't Know About Us he allowed a slideshow of his time at NRC, the friends he made, the choices he made, the friends he made outside of NRC, before they slowly started to show his more cute romance pictures and videos of him with his partners either one on one cuddling and kissing or group activities like watching a movie or partying at Scarabia

Many people were confused until they slowly pieces it together and went "Ooooooooh"

After the song ended Kalim went back to the mic, came out and announced he's in a polyarmous relationship and used his magic to give each of his lovers a flower from the sky

After the show ended Kalim disappeared and Jamil was informed his family wanted to talk to him. He got worried and went to find him, stopping for a moment to drag Riddle cause "Your mum sucks follow me so we can find Kalim"

Kalim got chewed out by his own parents for being "very disgusting" or his "vulgar display" and say if he wants polygamy he could've just asked, they could set up a harem for him even.

Kalim responded with, "But I don't want polygamy. With polygamy I just have many wives, and a harem's job is to just do sexual things with higher heads. I'm happy with the polyarmous relationship I have now, we all love each other-" And he almost got slapped just for saying that until Jamil came in with Riddle

Kalim's father slapped Jamil instead cause "blame the lower class" but luckily Azul stepped in fast like "Uh excuse you that's my boyfriend you're hitting"

Kalim's family soon left with hisses that Kalim should choose the right decision in life

Kalim was sad yeah but he just shrugged and said, "well i choose love" and accepted Azul's smooches and holds Jamil close while Kalim holds both Jamil's and Azul's hands

Yeah Vil, Floyd, Arie, and Leona wanted to kill Kalim's dad after seeing the bruise on Jamil's face

The group rejoined in Scarabia where the dorm did a little surprised "congratulations for coming out to your family and the world through Cater's Neige's and Vil's livestreams" party

They all ate, drank, chatted, snuggled, danced, and by the end of the party they went to Kalim's room and had a massive sleep over/cuddle pile with some of the party's left over foods and drinks (Arie snuck in the good shit don't worry)

[reesescupss]

echo's of you: part 2 (Dr. Sarah Reese x oc fanfic)

a/n: I have no clue where this is headed and I am terrible at slow burns so here it is. Getting back into writing even in this form is actually highkey fun, I'm starting to enjoy myself a lot:). Please let me know if I'm making mistakes with any plot points from the show or medical jargon

Daisy stood in the mirror fixing her makeup, as she was applying eyeliner she sighed and thought maybe that was too much, would it look like she was trying too hard for her first proper shift, or maybe would it look like she was trying too hard to impress doctor Reese who had seen her practically drooling over her.

In actual fact, Daisy was applying the eyeliner to attract the attention of the pretty stranger, less so a stranger now Daisy had pieced together more and more about her, first her name and then her hand in marriage. Daisy chuckled at the thought before wincing, damn she was getting attached easily, but she couldn't help that this Doctor Reese was so alluring 

Daisy applied the last dabs of powder before setting it with setting spray and rushed out the door, she checked her watch,7:10, it read, damn she could just make the bus if she ran, and run she did. She came screeching to a stop at the bus stop, watching the bus roll off without her, she swore she saw the bus driver make eye contact with her, fucking idiot, she thought to herself as she tightened her backpack straps, ready to half jog to work. Her luck seemed to run out quickly today as it started pouring down as she made her way to work, her pace sped up as droplets of rain flung themselves down onto the pavement and entrenched themselves in her work clothes. 

By the time Daisy arrived at Chicago Med, she was drenched from head to toe, with the eyeliner she had so masterfully drawn, running down her face. She huffed and trudged into Chicago med, muttering a quick hello to Leah, who seemed extremely assumed at Daisy’s ruffled state, Daisy made her way to the lockers, head down. 

As she opened the door she collided with another person, sending her onto the floor with a crash, just as she thought her day couldn't get any worse, she lifted her head off the floor and made eye contact with Doctor Reese staring down at her. “Oh my god I am so sorry” Daisy muttered “I was going at such a speed I didn't even see you”, the doctor chuckled and extended a hand “don't even worry, im not the one on the floor currently”. 

Daisy clasped the Doctor's hand as she pulled herself up the floor, her hand felt warm and comforting over her shivering fingers. “Only 7:30 in the morning and you seemed to have run out of luck for today, caught in the rain I see?” the doctor teased, Daisy almost felt the need to return to the floor again as her knees weakened with embarrassment and complete shock the pretty not so stranger was speaking to her. 

“Oh um yes” Daisy tried to smooth her dark brown hair down, as it became frizzier by the second “Missed my bus”, she smiled weakly. The doctor lightly chuckled, “It happens to us all, I think I saw you yesterday you're the new receptionist here right?” she cocked her pretty head to the side, inquisitively, she was very cat-like Daisy thought to herself.

“Yes it's my first official shift today, yesterday was just some training” she quickly added “Im Daisy by the way”, she extended her hand towards the doctor, the doctor yet again took her hand and Daisy felt a shiver run down her spine. 

“Nice to meet you Daisy, im Doctor Reese, 1st year psych resident, most people around here just call me Reese, and if you're lucky you can call me Sarah”. Daisy hoped her luck would return so she could feel the name Sarah slide off her lips as easily as she thought it would, almost forgetting she was in a conversation she quickly stammered “Oh yes I know”, Sarah narrowed her eyes in confusion, “Oh I like meant Leah mentioned you yesterday” nice save fucker Daisy cursed herself silently. Sarah giggled, oh my god she giggles, somehow Daisy maintained a steady composure. “Well tell Leah it wasn't very nice of her to steal the opportunity to introduce myself”, “I don't think Leah likes it when I tell her what to do” Daisy says nervously running a hand through her wet hair. Sarah laughed again “That's right actually, look you’re already settling in, you know not to provoke her”.

Daisy opens her mouth to reply before the paramedics wheel in a woman thrashing in the gurney, strapped down. Sarah looks over at Daisy apologetically “Looks like a job for the first-year psych resident, I hope you dry up soon Daisy”. The way Sarah says her name causes goosebumps to appear on Daisy’s arms. Daisy watches Sarah run to the bed, consulting with an older man as they wheel the patient into a room. Well, Daisy likes to think watches the whole of Sarah but really her eyes were stuck on swaying Sarah's hips under her lab coat. 

Shaking her head in frustration Daisy began unpacking her stuff in a locker, before running to the bathroom to try and tame the frizzy mass of hair and somehow attempt to make her outfit look less like it was straight out from a 4-hour cycle in the washing machine. 

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nine to five | office workers!enhypen x fem!reader

notes: SMUT!! so mdni and proceed with caution/at your own risk! porn with some plot. you 🫵, my dear reader are in fact the same person for the rest of this piece/mini-series (not sorry lol). DUBIOUS CONSENT!! enhypen are pervs! like freaky pervs! decelis corp is lowkey highkey a sex service company lol. you must really need this job but it's ok because same. not required, but i encourage you all to read part one and two to give them love 🫶🫶

a/n: me when my final for a class was monday the 23rd and christmas eve was tuesday and then christmas was wednesday and now new years is TODAY 😭😭

taglist!: @vixialuvs @chubbypeach2111 @jungwoosbaey

reblogs are appreciated!!

Welcome to Decelis Corporation! As the new member of the creative department, you're tasked with developing new ideas to help promote the company and bring in new investors! Though the creative department is not as big as the other departments, you and your seven teammates are just as capable and incredibly skilled! Though, no one told you just how skilled they were... And unfortunately you made the mistake of not reading the fine print when signing the contract...

All members are welcome to explore the services provided by Decelis! By signing this contract, you are consenting to every and all services at your own expense (refer to the employee handbook for the list of services)! Please note that services outside of office hours will not count as overtime unless a request has been submitted by the team leader!

Thank you for joining Decelis Corporation! We hope to have you for a while!

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII

Part III: Jake, Data Entry Clerk

There's a small part of you that can't help but feel smitten whenever Jake comes to you about something. His charms are different from your other coworkers. His smile is infectious and his eyes quite literally sparkled when he asked you to hand some files to Sunghoon before you went on break. Jake Sim is so polite and sweet that you almost never question him.

You're walking into Decelis when you notice that the elevators are down and a couple of people outside of it discussing its condition. Quickly, you seek out the front door receptionist to figure out why.

"They've been acting up since yesterday in the evening. At around 6:00pm I think. The technicians have been working on it early this morning. You'll have to take the stairs." She gives you an apologetic smile, and you can only thank her and return the gesture because at the end you know it's not anyone's fault. Thank goodness your company actually cares. Fortunately, your department is only on the third floor, so while you did have to climb a bit (and shamefully you were absolutely winded), it definitely beats being on the higher floors.

Upon entering your department, you're immediately bombarded with tasks to do (courtesy of Jongseong). You want to complain about how you just got here, but you're suddenly reminded of the last time you ran your mouth to Jay.

Your bum aches at the reminder.

You decide to just listen, so you get settled and begin to work on your files. About an hour goes by when there's a knock on your desk. You look up to be met with Jake's blinding smile.

"Working hard or hardly working?" You sigh and smile back at him.

"I wish it was the latter."

Jake snorts. "Tell me about it." He looks around the office before grabbing a nearby chair and sitting across from you. You look around too, curious as to what he was searching for. You notice that Jay's desk is empty.

"Jay's been on our asses for the last two weeks. I can't believe Heeseung threw us to the slaughter." You giggle at his dramatics. Heeseung had to extend his week for a business trip, meaning that he'd be back next week.

"It's not so bad. He hasn't scolded anyone yet."

"Yet. I bet it's gonna be Riki this time. I noticed that the coffee pot is a quarter away from being empty." You look over to the said individual's desk and lo and behold, a fresh cup next to him.

"To be fair, he, Jungwon, and Sunoo do have a presentation later this afternoon. I guess he's feeling stressed."

Jake shrugs before turning to you once again.

"Speaking of afternoon... how about you and I get lunch together? I saw that didn't bring anything."

"Isn't your lunch an hour before mine?"

Jake nods, but gives no further explanation. He simply smiled, waiting for you to answer him.

"Okay, let's get lunch together."

You never questioned Jake. He was simply charming. Not even when his staring was lingering, or when he'd accidentally brush up against you. He was polite.

It's finally your lunch break when Jake shows up at your desk. There was an email about the elevators finally working, but it's advised that the stairs keep being used. Jake, ever the persuader, said that the elevator was fine.

"Decelis hires the best of the best. Everything will be fine."

You both hadn't even made it off the third floor when there's a stutter in the elevator's movement and then a complete stop. You wait a few seconds, two minutes, when you both decide that the elevator are down. Again.

Jake had called Jongseong to let him know of the situation. You're not in immediate danger, so there's no need to rescue you both, but the wait would be long, mostly likely your whole work day.

"I'll give you both a two day extension for the work, but I would prefer if it got submitted on time." You can hear the annoyance in Jay's voice and it took everything in you to not tell him off. Jake thanks him before hanging up.

"So much for my lunch." You grumble. You lean against the elevator wall, slightly annoyed.

"I'm sorry, Doll."

What?

You whip your head up upon hearing the pet name, and you're met with something different. A smirk.

This Jake is different from your usual one. While his eyes still sparkled, they had a hint of something more mischievous. And his charming smile is replaced with a dangerous expression. One that has you hypnotized.

"It's my fault that we're in this mess. Don't you think?"

"I-I guess..."

Jake closes in on you, and due to the limited space of the elevator, he stands in front of you pretty quickly.

"What if I make it up to you. I'll buy your dinner later. And..."

"And...?" His smirk grows, and you're sure that you just fell in his trap.

"Let me eat your sweet pussy."

It doesn't take much to convince you. A couple kisses here and there and you're letting Jake take off your dress pants before he drops to his knees.

Jake kisses up from your ankle, occasionally licking and nibbling at your skin. He keeps eye contact with you as he makes his way up.

"Heeseung said your pussy is sweet. I've been fantasizing about how you taste since."

"Y-You talked about me?" You feel breathless as he passes your knee and his hair brushes the front of your mound.

"We all do. You're so pretty, how could we not?" He reaches the front of your underwear, and teasingly gives you a kiss on your clothed pussy. Jake gently brings one of your legs up to his shoulder before leaning in to inhale your cunt through your underwear. He lets out a guttural groan, biting his lip and leaning in to give you a tentative lick right above where your clit is.

You feel your heart quickening. Seeing Jake from this angle made you feel something. Something primal and his stupid, pretty doe eyes that somehow still held stars in them did not help. You wanted to see him cry so bad. You wanted big, fat tears to fall from his apple cheeks. Your hand finds its way into his hair and you pull his head back, causing his brows to shoot up and a slight blush to show on his face.

"If you wanna taste, you gotta beg Puppy."

Jake feels his stomach turn at the tone of your voice. It does something to him and he can only let out a whine at the sudden change of roles.

"Can I taste your pussy, Miss?"

"Do you deserve it Pup? You said it was your fault..." You elicit another whine from him. His voice heightens in pitch.

"I didn't know the elevator would go down-!" Another sound, this time a whimper when you tighten your grip in his hair.

"Watch your tone."

"M-M'sorry Miss! Please! Let me taste you! I promise to be good, I promise! Please let me taste your pussy!"

You don't say anything. Instead you move his head to your clothed cunt and press his face against you. He lets out a muffled 'thank you!' before lapping at your cunt, soaking the fabric of your underwear with his saliva. He keeps his hands to his side as he works his tongue on you. Your legs spread further to accommodate to his body that leans more into you. His tongue is warm and long.

You feel him lick what he can and when you look down, his eyes are staring right back at you. You moan when his tongue comes back to where you clit is. Jake slightly pulls back to throw a dollop of spit onto your clothed pussy before diving back in. His eyes roll back when he feels your own slick start to leak through.

He whimpers when you pull him back to see his work. Your folds are sticking to your underwear, making your pussy visible to him. The color of your panties do not help him. You wore white today, so the fabric almost blends in with your cunt, making every crease visible to him.

"Can I please take off your panties Miss?" Jake looks up at you pathetically and you can see his tears begin to form at his waterline.

You pretend to dwell on his question before giving him the okay. Jake's hands shoot up to the sides of your hips, ready to yank your panties down, when you stop him. You take his hands and place them on your thighs.

"M-Miss?"

You smile at him. Your hand cups his cheek, lovingly rubbing the apple of it with your thumb before running your thumb down to his mouth and opening his jaw. You slip your thumb into his mouth and Jake automatically sucks on it. You thrust your thumb into and out for a bit before taking it out. You run your thumb across his lower lip before speaking to him.

"Take them off with your teeth."

Jake doesn't hesitate, and immediately leans in to take your waistband in between his pearly whites. Jake slowly sinks down, tugging your panties off. He makes it to about your knees when you stop him. You gently tug on his hair and pull him back. He lets out another whine, and you can only giggle before leaning down to kiss him on the lips. Jake moans into you, using the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. You thread your hand through his hair you you both kiss. His hands knead your thighs. You break the kiss to speak to him.

"That's enough. You've been so good to me Jakey."

You stand at your full height, taking off your panties before slinging them at him.

"Keep them. You're such a good boy."

You lean back against the wall of the elevator before spreading your legs. Jake immediately goes in and begins to devour you. His previous ministrations have your pussy dripping, his tongue was sliding easily between your folds. You moan when you feel his tongue circling around your clit and sucking on it. You push his face even further into you and Jake moans. His tongue doesn't miss a single inch of your pussy and you moan when you realize just how bad Jake wants you. You keep Jake in place on your cunt and let out another moan as he buries himself, his nose bumping against your clit.

"You love my pussy, right Jakey?"

Jake moans in response as his tongue laps at your hole. The raw taste of you is better than what he imagined and he doesn't think any other taste will satisfy him after this. His tongue prods at your hole, teasing it before delving into it. He thrusts his tongue in and out, feeling just how warm and sweet you were.

No wonder Heeseung and Jay like you so much.

Jake fucks you with his tongue and you feel yourself starting to lose your mind. Your moans begin to get louder and louder. Your legs want to clamp around his head and trap him, but his hands prevent you from doing so. They're rubbing at your thighs so gently, calm. The complete opposite of how his mouth is ruining you. Your chest heaves and before you realize it, you're coming on his tongue. Jake helps you ride out your orgasm, switching between sucking on your clit and licking your folds. A final touch to your clit has you whining and you have to gently push his head away from between your legs.

Your legs feel like jelly when he stands, and had it not been for the arm that wraps around your waist, you would've definitely fallen to the ground. Jake holds you close to him for a moment, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. You're about to ask him if you could help him with his boner when you notice the wet patch at the front of his pants.

Jake looks down and a slight blush appears on his face out of embarrassment.

"I really enjoyed myself."

[s0ft-d3cay]

A Morning of Pancakes and Worship

Leon Kennedy x Male Reader | My gay heart needed to latch onto comfort again. Are you surprised?(Most likely not!) Anyway, I hope you all are having a lovely pride month. Happy Pride!

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff(no really its tooth rotting highkey), domestic couple things(I need a hug, I’m sure you do too), cute morning moments, kissing, nothing too explicit other then a few lines alluring to some spice, Y/N is used

WC: 1,118

The lingering effects of sleep began to wear off, Y/N’s mind running rampant through his 'to do list' of the day, eyes still closed as he basked in the heavyweight of his earlier unconsciousness. Eyes cracked open, slowly blinking as his eyes adjusted to the room. Y/N’s gaze then falls to Leon, feeling the grip of the other man around his arms. Watching as the man cuddled up to him in his soft peaceful state. Noticing the change in his breathing, the way his closed eyes twitched. Y/N’s lips pulled to a smile.

"You should be sleeping" Y/N mumbled, his sleep-ridden voice low as it rings between the two. Warm haze of soft sheets and blankets cover the men in a cocoon of restful bliss. Limbs entangled like thread, perfectly encased around one another. His eyes slowly continue to blink open, streams of sunlight peeked through the blinds in the room. Lines of heated glow falling over the bedspread and Y/N’s face, the man shifts himself away from the light beam. Laying on his side, facing Leon as his nose bumps against his boyfriend’s.

Puffs of warmth air blows over as Leon as he chuckles, his lips pulled to an affectionate grin. His own blue gaze already open toward the man. "How am I suppose to sleep when the prettiest man in the world is in my arms?" 

The man’s hand over Leon’s cheek moves up into his blonde strands. Smiling in adoration before speaking. "The same way when you closed those pretty eyes to kiss me." Y/N giggles, Leon’s embrace tightening around him, unable to help the urge to pepper light kisses over his boyfriend’s chest. An overwhelming feeling of adoration flowed through him in that moment.

Y/N pulls away from his onslaught of kisses, glancing over his boyfriend, taking in his exhausted lovers hazy blues. The man brought up a hand, gently caressing the other man’s cheek. His thumb rubbing soothing circles over Leon’s cheekbone. Wordlessly pinning over him with his admiration filled eyes.

"Shut up.." The blonde smiled, exhaling out as he merges to his lover’s touch. "I didn’t say anything, baby." Y/N retorted back in a softened huff, moving to rest on his elbow. His cheek pressing to his knuckles as his other hand continues to trace over Leon’s face.

Shifting even closer to Y/N, Leon’s embrace becomes firm. His face nuzzling against his boyfriend’s neck in reply. "You didn’t have too.." Y/N’s heart pounds in his chest. His cheeks slightly flushed and his sleepy expression made him look softer, more vulnerable to Leon.

"Sappy today aren’t you.." Y/N whispered out, his hands gently rubbing over Leon’s shoulder blades and back. Soothing over his partner’s softened muscles. "You hungry?" He adds.

"Mhm, are you on the menu by any chance?" Leon quirks back, his lips hungrily kissed and nipped along Y/N’s warm skin. He hums from the familiar taste that was his boyfriend. 

Y/N’s breath hicks as hot breath drew closer to his neck, the added light pinpricks of Leon’s teeth had the man grasping and pulling his head closer. His fingers now tangled in soft blonde locks, shivering as the man’s lips continued to pepper kisses over his skin.

Each kiss and love bite sent his brain buzzing empty, a pleasant hum spreading through his veins. "I will be an option for lunch. What you are feeling for breakfast other than me?" He chuckles, voice a soft gasp of whispers and charged lovingly tone as he circles back to his original question.

Leon chuckled, pulling back to gaze down at Y/N. "Well...I guess I could settle for your delicious pancakes until lunch." He let out a quiet huff, pretending to pout a bit as if he was genuinely disappointed. The hint of a smile on his lips betraying his act of defiance.

"Aww, don’t sound so disappointed blondie. You’ll receive your kisses from your personal chef." Y/N teased, leaning close to playfully nuzzle his nose to Leon’s. The man rumbles out a giddy laugh from his lover’s response, the soft affectionate from Y/N always had a way of pulling that genuine laugh from him. "You know I can’t say no to giving you chef kisses, how else am I supposed to reward my amazingly handsome man?" Leon chuckles through his words.

Icy blue eyes reflecting with infatuation towards Y/N, love sick with his affectionate boyfriend. "Well, let’s see…" Y/N whispered, holding the other man’s gaze as he continues. Compassion flowing between the two, an air of solitude, a safety net within the men’s shared bed. Their heart in sync as blood rushes throw warm skin, almost singing to one another in devotion. 

"Keep kissing me of course." Y/N answers with an obvious expression, his own gaze a mirrored version of his lovers. Quickly kissing Leon's nose before lightly tapping his waist. "Come on lovely, let’s go make some pancakes."

The two lovers now stood in their kitchen, taking turns on cooking and holding one another. Even apart, at least one limb is outstretch towards the other, seeking consistent contact. Words of everything and anything passed between them, small jokes provoking chuckles and contagious laughter. 

Y/N's touch enticing the man to the kiss him silly, his gaze flickering between his awaiting lips and playful eyes, nose barely touching Leon's, they're so close. Bringing up a free hand to caress the blonde's cheek, lightly tracing over his jaw and cheekbone. Leon chuckled softly, the soft and gentle voice teasing him to make a move. It was hard not to do things to please Y/N, his voice and looks alone were just so alluring. He dreamily let out a sigh, eyes flickering back to Y/N’s, barely brushed their lips together. 

"I’m not gonna say no to kisses." Y/N whispered with an airy laugh, eagerly smiling bright as their blush darkened. Leon chuckled softly, finding his behavior extremely enchanting. Tempting him further to push more buttons to tease the man even more. "I mean, if you want my hands and lips all over you, you've gotta say something Y/N."

Heart racing and brain scattered, Y/N grins. "Now you’re just threatening me with a good time." He answered in a coy whisper, leaning in to capture the man's lips with his own.

More kisses exchanged every so often, from the napes of their necks, over cheeks to the gentle press of lips. Audible pops of the men's intimacy ricocheted throughout the room. The sweet scent of fluffy golden pancakes only enhances the devotion, a sweet reminder of their teamwork…a reminder of their love for one another.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

[semiranock]

12/31/23 - Peace in the Transition

As 2023 comes to a close, I can honestly say that in its totality — it was a good year.

A stretching year. A growing pains year. A lowkey, kinda highkey TOUGH year.

But a good year nevertheless.

I’ve learned a lot about certain habits, mindsets, standards that I need to let go of, and equally the ones that I want to embody more of.

Yet, letting go has always been a bit difficult for me. The balance between moving forward when I wanted to stay put and trying again even when I knew what the end result would be, was…not fun, to say the least.

But I know that I am in transition — that God is doing a new thing in this next chapter of my life, and I’ve finally…finally come in agreement.

I’ve finally found peace in the transition because I’ve surrendered it to Him.

I had a conversation with one of my friends a few weeks back regarding things we wish each other would experience moving forward, and she mentioned this idea of peace. And honestly, I have been doing so much this year when it comes to my job and finishing this Master’s degree (but by the graaaaaace of God, we have officially finished our Master’s program!!!), that I felt like I was chasing my tail! There was just so much going on that I couldn’t take a minute to breathe.

That being said, one Sunday night, as I preparing to bake chicken for my dad, I reflected on my conversation with her and the different things that have come to an end, as well as the ones that are going to begin in the new year.

And in that moment of preparing to bake chicken, I reflected on how far God has brought me. And how, even in the midst of the various things that occurred this year, His hand never let me go. He kept me, He pruned me, and He has blessed me abundantly…above allll that I can ask or think, COME ON SOMEBODY!!! 😭🙌🏿 (Ephesians 3:20-21)

But seriously…it just made me stop and really…smile! And be all the more grateful. Because His favor, His grace, His mercy, is not dependent on us, but on Who He is. And what He has done for me, and continues to do for me, makes me want to do nothing more than to praise His name and tell others about what Him!

And then, even today, right? My pastor, at the end of the service, declared over us that that this will be a year of establishment. And right when he said that, it was like I felt the Holy Spirit all through me — like it was the biggest confirmation for me yet! He even talked about how some of us have been sitting on gifts that God has put in our hearts to do, and that is the truth!! We have got to do what God has instructed us to do, because all of this is really about bringing Him glory, bringing people to Christ, and seeing Heaven crowded at the end of the day, right?

All of this to say, I really believe 2024 is going to be that year of establishment. Not just for myself, but others as well, and I’m so excited about it. I’m expectant. But as these different aspects and seasons develop and eventually come to fruition, I have so much peace in the transition, and I pray you do as well.

Happy New Year, and God bless you <3

And here’s to renewed consistency with these blogposts! 😅🥂

"Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." ~ Philippians 3:13-14

~ May the Author