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Another 1K fic request for you if you have the time. I am absolutely loving your spicy fics where Ed is trans and it got me thinking of him and Stede having their first time and Stede isn't sure how Ed likes to be touched, but he wants him to feel so good, so he whispers into Ed's ear with a voice like silk, "Show me how to touch you. Show me how to make you feel good, darling." And Ed's brain just short circuits for a second because no one has ever turned him on so much or treated him with such care and attention. As soon as he asks Stede to slip his fingers inside him, he's done for. 🥵
This was just the inspiration I needed to get some writing done today!! The pwps I've been working on haven't been wanting to cooperate but this was just what the doctor ordered.
very nsfw below the cut!
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Stede didn’t falter until Ed started working his jeans down his thighs.
Now, just because Stede was new in the gay dating scene, Ed might’ve once expected him to be a timid lover. But they’d been dating for long enough that he knew better, and all he could do was sit back and let the full force of Stede’s loving enthusiasm hit him head- on.
That was why it was almost a bit more surprising when Stede paused, his hand warm on Ed’s bare thigh, his eyes flicking from Ed’s boxers to his face.
Ed should’ve guessed Stede was too good to be true, probably.
“It’s alright,” he said, trying to laugh it off, trying not to look hurt. “It’s okay, we don’t have to.”
“No, sweetheart, no,” Stede hurried to say, kissing his cheek. “You’re perfect.”
Ed pursed his lips.
“I just…” There it was, again, that hint of hesitance. “How do I make you feel good?”
“It’s not complicated,” Ed said, trying to force himself to relax down against the sheets. “You’ve got a cock, I’ve got a hole. You just stick it on, it’s hardly rocket science.”
“That wasn’t what I asked, Ed.” Stede kissed Ed’s cheek, then along his jaw, then down his throat, and Ed gasped when Stede got the sensitive skin there between his teeth. “I didn’t ask how to fuck you. I can figure that out myself. I asked how I can make you feel good.”
Ed’s brain had been doing a pretty amazing job of functioning, considering Stede was standing there in front of him all hot and shirtless, but at that it went completely offline.
Stede loved him. Stede wanted to make him feel good. He was never just arm candy or a hole to fuck, not to Stede.
“I…” Ed swallowed, loud in the quiet, his fingers shaking as he clenched at the bedsheets.
“It’s alright, love.” Stede’s voice was quiet in his ear, sending an electric- hot shiver down his spine. “Show me how to touch you. Show me how to make you feel good, darling.”
“I - yeah,” Ed managed, barely, quickly shoving his boxers down his legs. He was wet already, of course, just the feeling of Stede kissing him and the promise of more making him dripping wet, and he gasped softly as he was exposed to the cool air.
“Gorgeous, gorgeous man,” Stede said, keeping a comforting hand on Ed’s thigh as he situated himself between Ed’s legs. “Aren’t you beautiful?”
“You don’t have to say that,” Ed whispered. “I know my body isn’t what a lot of guys want.”
“I said it because I mean it,” Stede assured him, soothing a thumb along the sensitive skin of Ed’s inner thigh. “You’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”
There were goosebumps, rising up on Ed’s arms.
“Is that okay?” Stede checked, a trace of nervousness playing along his face. “If you don’t want me using those words to describe you, just let me know, okay?”
“I like them,” Ed admitted softly.
“That’s perfect, then,” Stede said with a relieved smile. “My gorgeous boy.”
Ed moaned, his head tipping back.
“You’re amazing, precious. Just perfect.” Stede got a hand on Ed’s other thigh, gently encouraging him to spread his legs open for him. “Can you show me how you like to be touched, please, love?”
Slowly, Ed lowered a hand to swirl a finger around his straining little cock, already rock-hard just from Stede’s attention and praise. He dipped a finger around his hole to bring some of his wetness up to ease the slide, his head tipping back in pleasure.
He was so turned on that the pleasure was almost sharp, and his head tipped back, helpless whimpers falling from his lips -
“Gorgeous,” Stede whispered again. “Can I…?”
Ed pulled his fingers away, returning his hand to a helpless fist in the sheets. “Please, Stede, please -”
“Shh, precious, it’s okay,” Stede said. “I’m going to take care of you, sweet man.”
Yeah. Ed had no doubts at all about that.
Stede held him open, for just a moment, admiring his dripping hole and bracketing his hard cock with his fingers, muttering a soft gorgeous as Ed’s hips moved of their own volition, rutting unevenly against his touch.
And then he touched him, and he’d been paying attention, because his first hesitant rubs around his cock turned quickly into confident pressure, stroking him just how he liked. Past the pleasure, Ed could tell Stede was honing in on his every little reaction, his whines and groans and the way his hips bucked up into his fingers, until Ed’s inner thighs were shaking and he was a trembling mess underneath him.
“Perfect,” Stede praised, and -
Fuck, but no one had ever touched Ed like this. No one had ever treated him like such a treasure before.
“Stede,” Ed practically sobbed. “Please, Stede, give me a finger, need you inside, please -”
“Of course, love,” Stede said, his voice gentle and unquestionably adoring, and he kept rubbing Ed’s cock as he teased his hole for just long enough to make Ed squirm before so, so gently pressing a finger inside.
Ed clenched around it frantically, his mind blanking at the overwhelming pleasure, and Stede fucked him shallowly with it before giving in to his needy whimpers and easing in another.
“That’s it, precious,” Stede praised, looking between Ed’s blissed- out face and watching his fingers disappear into Ed’s hole. “You open up so beautifully for me. Best thing I’ve ever seen, you stretched around my fingers -”
With a shout, Ed came, harder than he thought he had in his life, clenching around Stede’s fingers and overwhelmed tears falling down his face as Stede fucked him gently through it.
“Amazing, Ed,” Stede said, pulling his fingers from him and leaning forward to kiss him. “Just perfect.”
Ed grinned, feeling so in love he was nearly drunk with it, and he gently caught Stede’s bottom lip between his teeth. “Your turn.”
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May I request some Shane and Harvey being cute dorks together :0
of course you can!!! i loved drawing this cuz in my game i imagine shane being my farmers bestie (because my best friend irl always marries him so we all go on double dates 🙈) so i love the relationship between these two!!! they are lil besties teehee i went all out on these cuz i’ve never actually drawn them together :0?!
thanks so much for your request/prompt i hope you enjoy !! <3
ALSO!! feel free to see this as ship art too!! change out the text in your mind hahah
#guys always feel free to send in prompts i LOVE them!!#but if you want something hella specific feel free to dm me about commissions <3!!#stardew valley#my art#sdv#stardew valley harvey#harvey stardew valley#sdv harvey#stardew valley fanart#harvey sdv#harvey#stardew valley shane#shane stardew valley#sdv shane#shane x harvey#harvey x shane
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cold hands + shumika
i somehow managed to write this in like an hour and a half while at work...the way the perfect scenario got beamed into my brain as soon as i saw this ask! it took me a bit to get used to shu's voice again but i think i did alright :3
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Mika had insisted on accompanying Shu on his shopping trip. Shu had vehemently protested at first — it was a short trip, after all, and certainly didn't require two people. Mika's time would be far better spent practicing, working, simply staying focused on his art. But Shu was only back in Japan for the week, and Mika had made it clear he wanted to spend as much time together as possible.
It was an endearing sentiment, Shu supposed, even if it was a bit inefficient. At the very least, it was nice having someone else to help carry the bags.
He passed one to Mika absentmindedly, already occupied by determining if there were any other stores worth stopping by or if they should return to the dorm. He was startled out of his reverie by Mika letting out a sharp yelp.
"Kagehira! What on earth has gotten into you?"
"Yer hands are real cold, Oshi-san!"
Shu closed his eyes and sighed. As he'd expected, it was hardly anything worth yelling about. "I'm not certain why this is such a surprise to you. It's to be expected, given today's temperature."
"But if yer too cold ya might get sick! Or yer fingers might get frostbite and then ya won't be able to sew!"
It wasn't nearly cold enough for that to be a concern. It was only autumn, after all, not the dead of winter. Shu was prepared to say as much, but Mika had already taken matters into his own hands — quite literally, as he pulled Shu's hands up in front of him before pinning them between his own. "There! I'll help ya warm up."
Mika looked up at him with such unrestrained happiness that Shu found himself suddenly unable to explain the frivolity of the gesture. It wasn't exactly an unpleasant feeling, anyway. Mika's hands were decently warmer than his. Perhaps it was best to simply indulge him, just this once.
The pair stayed frozen in place for a few minutes until Mika decided Shu's fingers were no longer in peril. He pulled back with a satisfied smile, but the cold air merely bit back harder against the warm skin where his hands had been resting. Shu hissed in a small breath at the sensation, causing Mika to look up at him with a blank sort of confusion for a few moments before his eyes lit with understanding.
"Oh! I bet it's still too cold out here fer them, huh? We should go back so you can get all warmed up nice and proper. But how do we keep yer hands from freezin' on the way?"
Mika briefly pondered again until another light went off in his eyes. He took just one of Shu's hands in his this time, confidently lacing their fingers together. "Alright! Now if ya put yer other hand in yer pocket, it might stay warmer too. And I can switch sides on the way home to keep it from gettin' too cold. How's that?"
Shu shook his head, but he couldn't stop himself from smiling, just a bit. "It should suffice. We'd best be on our way then."
Mika was all but bouncing at his side as they set out, enough so that Shu was concerned he'd fall at some point before they reached the dorms. He nearly withdrew his hand to take the remaining shopping bags from Mika and reduce the risk, but ultimately decided to let things be. Shu would be right there to catch him if he tripped, after all. Just like Mika would be there to warm his hands.
Perhaps going together hadn't been such a waste after all.
#itsuki shu#kagehira mika#shumika#enstars#ensemble stars#enstars fanfic#enstars fic#my fic#ok. that's probably enough of that#thank you as always for sending prompts....it's been a lot of fun getting to write from your suggestions again#i love writing from these vague prompt lists. bonus points if i don't have to pick!#roch#oh also! this will be up on ao3 some time tonight#be sure to check reblogs later if you're interested in that :3
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(This is for the drabble thing)
Sunflower!
Sunflower: Part I | Elucien Drabble
Word Count: 1.2k
Note: As you can probably tell from the title, this will be a 2-part drabble (because Elucien and flowers is a duo that will always hold a special place in my heart). Thank you, lovely Anon, for submitting this prompt! Hope you enjoy the early stages Elucien, fluffy banter and Elain being a bit of a brat (as she should be).
Lucien was leaving again.
To the Continent, Feyre had told her the night before. Emissary business.
To do what, exactly, Elain did not know. She had not asked.
She’d wanted to, of course. Lucien and her had been making…progress, lately. A few sentences, exchanged here and there, jokes even, though Elain had still been wary enough to keep her distance. Not wary of him, though—Lucien was a good male and he’d never given her a reason to think he couldn’t be trusted.
It was her feelings she couldn’t trust.
He’d awoken some…primal, animal side of her that she had no idea existed. But whenever he was near, she would put all of her energy to fight the urge to protect, to touch, to taste—
She shook her head, trying to make the thoughts dissipate from her mind as she felt familiar heat rise through her, as it always would at a mere thought of him. She didn’t know what to make of it—it was a strange, all-consuming feeling but…she liked it. Perhaps a little too much.
She looked out the window of the sitting room. He had promised to come over to say goodbye. He wouldn’t be gone for long, she knew that, but…something restless dwelled in her chest at the idea of not being able to see him whenever she pleased.
Elain almost rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. Usually, it had been men pining over her, not the other way around. But Lucien—
She shot up from her seat, feeling a tug on the golden thread woven deep within her soul. He was here.
The thread was yet another foreign thing she’d began to get used to. She knew it was their bond, coming to life when the other was near. She remembered the first time she’d felt it, odd yet pleasant as it fulfilled a hollowness in her chest she didn’t know she had. Gleaming, gold and bright. Like sunshine.
She had asked Feyre about it then, hoping to hear the strange tug was nothing of significance, nothing to do with the bond she had never asked for in the first place.
Why do you ask? Feyre had asked, blue-grey eyes shining with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
I felt it, Elain had answered.
Feyre had done nothing to contain the excitement on her face. It’s the mating bond, Elain, making itself known. Reminding you of the connection, the bridge between your souls.
She’d hated it back then, hated the idea of being confined to another in such a deep, meaningful way without having a say.
Only she hadn’t realised she did have a say. She had the freedom to look towards the other end of that bridge, and to decide if she wanted to cross it. Elain had decided it wouldn’t hurt to have a look.
So far, she did not regret it.
Especially not as Lucien, tall and handsome to the point Elain thought had been unfair to all the other males, entered the room, smile spreading over his face as his eyes met hers.
“My lady,” he said, offering a deep, ridiculously excessive bow in a greeting, making Elain giggle in response. Lucien straightened, cocking his head at the sound, and she could have sworn little flames dances in his russet eye as it fixed on her face.
She approached, reaching out her hand with a coy smile. He took it gently, bringing it to his lips, and she felt heat rise through her body once again at the whisper of a kiss. “My lord,” she teased back, and Lucien grinned in return.
She enjoyed this, she decided as they settled on soft, blue armchairs by the fireplace. Lucien’s presence invoked a different side of her, one that she’d been expected to stifle for as long as she could remember. With him, she could be what she’d always wanted—playful, seductive, free of any restraint. Maybe she’d always had those qualities inside of her. They just needed to be brought out.
Lucien, to his credit, was doing an excellent job at that.
“How much time do we have?” she asked, and his brows furrowed in confusion. “Before you have to leave,” she clarified.
Eyes of russet and gold, studied her face in quiet admiration. “Not long enough,” he only said.
Oh.
“I see,” she murmured, feeling her cheeks flush with heat at his words.
The corners of Lucien’s mouth twitched. “Have you already grown bored of my presence, my lady?”
She huffed a laugh, slapping his hand playfully. “You know that’s not what I meant,” she said. Lucien chuckled, and something about the sound made her want to play a little more. “Though,” she began, “it has only been two minutes. I give it about five more before I am forced to entertain myself otherwise.”
His eyes flashed with challenge. “Trust me, my lady, when I say I can be very entertaining.”
Her stomach flipped in response, sending a flutter down her core, and Elain bit her bottom lip. Lucien noticed, as his russet eye darkened following the movement.
Touch him, smell him, taste him—
“So what is the purpose of your trip, exactly?” she instead asked, unable to find any other words.
His eyes travelled back to hers, that dark flame fading out, telling her just how much he was dreading this journey.
“It’s mostly diplomatic work,” he explained. “Some of the human kingdoms have been growing restless, after everything that happened with Briallyn a few months ago. Rhysand wants someone to assure them our alliance stands.” He sighed. “So I will be going to Montesere for a couple of weeks.”
Elain perked up at the word. “Montesere?”
Lucien’s brow lifted in confusion. “Yes. Why?”
She smiled. “I’ve always wanted to travel there. Even when I was human and terrified of Faerie lands,” she added jokingly.
His head tilted in curiosity. “How come? I don’t want to disappoint you, my lady, but Montesere isn’t particularly exciting. It’s mostly miles of fields and crops. The country thrives on agriculture.”
Elain nodded. “I know that. It’s just…they grow sunflowers.” She almost laughed as his brows furrowed. “We don’t have them here, in Prythian. Or the human lands. They’re particularly rare because they require a very specific type of soil, and—“ she paused, realising Lucien was gaping at her with an emotion she couldn’t quite discern. “You must think it’s stupid.”
He blinked, as if her comment snapped him back to reality. “No. It’s not stupid at all.”
“They’re just flowers,” she said.
Lucien shook his head. “Never let anyone demean your passion, Elain, especially yourself. Hearing you talk about something you love is like…basking in sunlight. Feeling warmth spread through your body and breathing fresh air. It makes me want to be there right next to you, getting elbows-deep in whatever soil it is sunflowers need.”
She could only gawk at him, feeling awe and gratitude flood over her, bringing tears into her eyes. “I would love to do that,” she whispered. “Get elbows-deep in soil and plant them with you.”
Lucien's eyes flickered with uncompromising will. "Then I'll bring sunflowers back to you, Elain. I will bring back the entire field, if you'd like."
She scanned his face as he watched her, and once again, she felt a familiar tug on her chest. Both Elain and Lucien smiled as that golden threat between them wrapped around their souls, pulling them together, shining brighter than ever before.
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So! Now that I have posted 4 times in the span of 2 days, I can disappear for 2 months again :)
#just kidding#well... half-kidding#no seriously#i still have at least one more prompt i want to post before i focus on not writing again#and then i'll disappear again :)#or you can send some asks :3#i always love reading and answering them
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thoughts on... / always accepting / @stygicniron
"Thoughts on” + family for Kido
"Kido," Tulin calls from the dark, trying to be whispery-quiet and failing completely. "Hey, Kido. You awake?"
He is. With how heavy everything feels, he really doesn't wanna be.
"Kido. Hey, Kido. Wake uuuup. Kidooo." A pause. "Kiki, Kiiiikiiii."
Pfft. Okay, maybe he does wanna be awake.
Kido turns over from where he'd been staring out towards the mountains and skies to his front, lifting his head to look at his friend — who's already pushed himself halfway outta his hammock in an attempt to reach across the gap for him. He has to shove his beak into his remiges for a second to stifle the laughter he can't let out lest he wake Mr. Teba or Mrs. Saki, before he's stretching a wing of his own out to playfully nudge the tips of Tulin's.
"Hi," he whispers — actually whispers — and settles back into his hammock without breaking eye contact, "m'awake. What is it?"
Tulin gives him the brightest ever smile. Which isn't saying much, seeing how all his smiles are the brightest ever. Kido's gotta squint in the face of it even here, where the only real light comes from twinkling stars and a round moon. "I was just thinking, 'cause me and the others were talking 'bout you today, right—"
Uh-oh. Tulin and the others were talking about him? Kido feels something hot curl in his belly, a lick of fear amidst the light humour. He hopes they weren't talking about him the way the grownups talk about him when they think he's not around.
"—Since you nest with us a lot — like, a lot-a lot — doesn't that sorta make us nestlings?"
Huh? "Huh?"
Tulin heaves such a put upon sigh, Kido almost feels bad. But no, you can't try to make him feel like he's majorly missed something when you come outta nowhere and say hey, maybe we're nestlings and not just flocklings, Tulin!
"You don't sleep by yourself, right?" Tulin goes on. What a way to say you can't return to an empty aerie and get a wink of rest in the cold of a loneliness you try really hard to not allow to swallow you whole, but yeah, he doesn't sleep by himself, sure. "And you're always eating with us, too."
So what, Kido very firmly holds back on his tongue. Tulin's not saying all of this to be mean, he thinks. "Should I— not do that?"
"Wha— no, it's great, it's so fun, you should, you should!" his friend protests, way too loudly, but it's fine 'cause Mr. Teba and Mrs. Saki somehow don't wake up through that. "What I'm tryna say is you're always with one'a us. You're always with me, or Molli, or Notts and Kotts and everyone else — even Miss Laissa and Miss Bedoli and all the other grownups."
Tulin...
"And, y'know, your dad's not here with you—"
Tulin...
"—So if you can still be nestlings with your dad who's not even here," his friend tilts his head, "don'tcha think you can be nestlings with us?"
( Who are here with you? )
Kido opens his beak. Kido shuts his beak. He looks away, blinking rapidly. His chest suddenly feels fit to burst with— with something that's always been there; something that's always been layered over his heart in these aeries and these nests and this company; something he's never thought any real sense of hard about 'cause he's never had to bounce back twice as much from doubting it as he sometimes — only sometimes — does with Dad.
"I think you should just stick to being a friend," Kido teases when he's sure his voice won't wobble from the intensity of unvoiced emotion, "but I like the sound of Uncle Teba and Auntie Saki."
( And Uncle Nekk, and Uncle Gesane, and Auntie Misa, and Auntie Amali, and all the uncles and aunties he could possibly want—! )
As ever as someone who probably couldn't disappoint if he tried, Tulin squawks right on cue.
"Children," Auntie Saki says, groggy in a way he's never heard her, also right on cue — and Kido ends up laughing after all.
#stygicniron#( OKAY WOW THIS REALLY RAN AWAY FROM ME#i am trying something different with these prompts and i'm. not sure how effective it is slfjdklf i didn't want to make the thoughts like..#too on the nose? but now i'm hoping they're conveyed at all slfkjdlf#tul.in and kido were like. no we won't actually let you get to the point of this post. we're just gonna be cute :)#'nestlings' lit. just means people who share the same aerie. but contextually it can mean...well. yeah. fambly <3#if you wanted the straight concise answer his thoughts are 'it's complicated' and 'i love + have always loved my family who are more#family than my dad was (but i will never let myself actually think this in full words ever)'#to.tk kido's thoughts on fambly....would've been at once more cute and less cute lsfkjldf#thank you hilary for sending this in MWAH )#* plumule / study.#* reprise / ic.#* reprise / answer.#* v / songs of the yonder.#long post cw#* ic / para.
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good morning everyone!! *。ヾ(｡>ｖ<｡)ﾉﾞ*。i love u <3 let’s try and have a good tuesday!! c:
#i am continuing to work on the prompts!!!!! at this rate it’s looking like i’ll get one done a day#which isn’t exactly what i wanted but it’s okay#i spent waaaay too much time on the sweet cream one yesterday#it was also too long HAHA#the point of these is for me to challenge myself to just WRITE and not worry about perfectionism#so!!!!#i hope u guys are enjoying them as much as i am <3#i am wishing you a beautiful tuesday and as always sending u much love <3#clari chatters
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Hello! Happy SSS. It’s been a bit hectic what with studying for my masters and being a general U.K. citizen. May I please request a sample of your finest Jemily? They’re the reigning queens of my heart and their fashion sense is unrivalled. Hope you are having a good weekend and that you’re taking good care of yourself. Jemily are queens but so are you :)
definitely more than six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!
She was awake when the door creaked open, she just couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes. It was a mistake she’d made a few too many times before – she’d open her eyes, catch sight of the lines they’d run into her arms, see all the doo-dads and thingamajigs on the table beside her bed (most of them pointy and bright enough under the lights to make her eyes water), spot the grim-faced doctor or nurse checking her vitals, and then it’d all send her crashing back into unconsciousness. Rinse and repeat.
So she kept her eyes closed as the door creaked. She kept them closed as it latched again. She kept them closed as she heard the footsteps, even though they were quieter than she was used to. She kept her eyes closed, closed, closed, and hoped this wouldn’t be like yesterday, where they’d made her open them just so they could shine lights in them and ask her question after question while they watered. She kept her eyes closed, and tried to fall back asleep.
But then the thin mattress beneath her dipped, and she had no choice but to open them.
The hospital beds weren’t exactly made for two people. In her opinion, they weren’t even really made for one person, unless that one person was absolutely insane; you were always tilted one way or the other and there was no comfortable way to lie, but that wasn’t really what this was about. Something beneath them shifted with their weight, not groaning, though definitely reacting, and there was a single dizzying moment where she held her breath and waited for it to drop from beneath her, to just…give way like the mining chute had. There’d be a click, a rattle, and then nothing, sending her falling, falling, falling, falling…
“Hey.”
Careful not to tug at the line in her arm, Jess rolled onto her side, a familiar weight curling up behind her. The bed held, at least for now. She swallowed hard and tried to find her voice. “Hey.”
Usually when they were crammed together as close as that, someone was giggling, or shushing the other, or there was a phone screen glowing between them, or a party was winding down outside the door. At the very least, there was the smell of makeup remover and moisturizer on the air, clean and floral and maybe a little fruity. Now there was a machine beeping in time with her heart (just in case it decided to stop) and the heavy stink of alcohol and antiseptic (just in case the infection she’d been fighting finally decided to set in). That thought alone almost made her wish she could be swallowed up by the ground again, that she could just tumble through the dark until she fell out on the other side where things were normal and comfortable and fine and she didn’t have to worry about whether her stitches would scar or if that last concussion had taken something that couldn’t be given back no matter how hard the doctors tried.
She must’ve made a noise or something, because there were arms around her then. They were nervous, they were hesitant, but they were there. The hug was warm, Emily’s body heat thawing her from beneath the cheap hospital gowns and grippy socks they’d been forced into wearing, and before she realized what was happening, Jess found herself relaxing back into it, her eyes growing heavy and falling shut.
“Are you still mad at me?” She wasn’t sure she’d even asked it, really…not when her voice sounded so tiny in her own head and her jaw tingled with the same numbness that had the doctors so concerned.
Around her waist, Emily’s arms tightened. Not enough to squeeze, not enough to hurt, but enough to notice. “No,” she said, and Jess realized for the first time she must’ve been hurt too, because even her voice sounded small and shivery, like she had a bad cold or was trying very hard not to cry. “Are you still mad at me?”
Jess tried to shake her head but couldn’t tell whether she was or not, not with all the meds they’d been giving her for the pain. “No,” she said right back, screwing up every ounce of her strength to move her own hand, to slide it down from her hip and over top of the spot where Emily’s were knotted. Every word felt like a mile she had to run, long and exhausting, and even so, she took a deep breath and did what she could. “Sorry…I called you…a bitch.”
There was a watery little sniff from behind her, and then Emily’s breath was warm on her neck as she laughed. “Yeah, well. I am kind of a bitch, so I guess I can’t hold that against you.” She hugged her a bit closer, still handling her like a glass plate on the verge of breaking. “I’m…I’m sorry I called you a slut. Repeatedly. And, like…creatively.”
What came out of her wasn’t a laugh, no matter how much it wanted to be one. It was just sort of a breath, no different than any of the others that had come before or after it. “Yeah, well…I am kind of…a slut, so…can’t hold that…against you.” She smiled as she felt Emily laugh against the back of her shoulder again, but just as quickly as it’d come, it faded.
Without warning, that laugh of hers had changed, gone ragged at the edges, turned to a tired sob, and all at once the warmth of Emily’s body against hers was joined by the heat of tears soaking into the shoulder of her thin hospital gown. She didn’t have the time or the wherewithal to ask – Emily just launched into it, carrying on at a speed that she normally would’ve been able to hang with beat by beat, though now was helpless to let wash over her like a wave. “I was so scared Jess, so fucking scared,” she was saying, maybe with more words than that, maybe with fewer. “Mike kept saying you were dead, that you were dead, and I couldn’t believe him, but I was so. Fucking. Scared. And I just…I just…”
The rest was mush in her head, words shaken up and thrown into the air like confetti at a birthday party. She couldn’t pick each one apart from the next, couldn’t tell exactly what shape they were in, but she could see the whole picture just fine anyway.
Slowly – so slowly that she thought it might take her twenty years or more to actually manage – Jess turned onto her back, then her other side, careful as ever with the stupid, awful needle in the crook of her arm. She set her forehead against Emily’s, fever-hot, and brought her hands close enough for her to take in her own. “It’s okay,” she said, or maybe just tried to say, her eyes still closed and sleep pulling at her with warm, comforting hands. “We’re gonna be okay.”
Then she was asleep, the endless ache of her body the furthest thing from her mind, the faded smell of Emily’s perfume the closest. And still the bed held.
#restinreesespieces#six sentence weekend#queenie writes supermassive#jemily#oh MAN hey there!!! good luck with the masters stuff ahhhhh i remember being there...i'm sending you ALL my best thoughts!!#(and take lots of breaks for your brain and well being!!! that stuff can be so frustrating i know <3)#but thank you for this LOVELY prompt - as always its a joy to hear from you!!! ;Dc i hope the rest of your weekend is fab!!!#as fab as it can be with all thAT CHAOS YOU GUS ARE DEALING WITH ACROSS THE POND AHHHHH#its like never-ending for you guys i stg?????
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HIII MAC literally no apologizing omg. man my favorite thing to do is watch or read a thing for the first time with friends who already love the thing!!!!!!! also im being the devil in ur ear..... u SHOULD relisten to pd with the commentary >:333c itll be better on the relisten... it always is... also u GOTTA lmk if theres interesting bits in the post-show podcast!!! i loove that kind of thing but also i cant b spending $70 a month on patreon 😭😭😭 anyway..... ashe.... winters, right?? i know ive Heard of them. i don't know anything abt their deal at allllll except like,,,, vibes-based goth kid??? maybe??? u will for SURE know as soon as i hit any important Plot Shit or characters though hskskdjfjf rambling right back at u <333 >:]
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THE CLEARING | luke castellan.
pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader
prompt: “i could admire you all day.” by @normal-internet-user
summary: a sweet moment in the clearing of pearls. takes place before tlt.
wc: 1.2k
a/n: i'm back in my luke castellan phase and this time, unapologetically :') ik ik, he's the enemy. totally :D i haven't written in so long, i really hope you guys enjoy this! i eventually will make a collection of these on my wattpad (of the same username). have a great day/night! <3
camp half-blood was just as rhythmic as any other day. the campers were up and running, tending to chores or activities, chiron was introducing some new campers, mr. d had his legs hitched up on the table and was slumbering.
and yet — somehow — something still felt off to y/n. she couldn’t put her finger on it. for a child of ares, she was undeniably observant of her surroundings, ready to feed a punch, but she didn’t see nor feel anyone around.
often times, she realized it was her subconscious warning her of her siblings’ antics. despite coming off as a cold hearted bitch, y/n was quite the opposite and everyone in camp knew. whether they experienced her dual sidedness face to face, they heard of it and believed it. it wasn’t common for all the ares children, even clarisse, to like one person, sibling, mutually. yet y/n was that sibling.
she didn’t mind it. the eighteen year old was one of the oldest and made it her duty to keep everyone in check, even if that meant going against her easy way out — anger. her siblings often appreciated that despite not showing it, but sometimes clarisse had a lot to say.
this definitely wasn’t one of those times, though.
clarisse had just come by and helped y/n braid two of their younger sisters’ hair, the two chatting normally and without any apparent trouble.
then what in the world kept nagging her?
she kept sensing an odd aura around camp. maybe it was the gods’ doing. maybe.
sighing, she sat on the cabin floor, watching as the last of her brothers walked out. she began tying her laces, fixing the tongue on her boots. her instincts picked up as she heard soft crunches from the side of the cabin. grabbing her sword, she walked out diligently, observing the area around her and positioning the sword towards the crunches. she carefully examined the reflection, absolutely no sight of anyone. stiff, she shrugged off her unease, heading down the paths and to her clearing.
the clearing had a waterfall cascading at the heart, a sparkling little pool in the centre. for nine in the morning, the earth was still dewy and the crisp scent of the woodlands surrounded her senses.
inhaling deeply, y/n stepped towards her favourite boulder and slid her shirt off. one by one, she stripped down until she was in her bikini, and fixed her locks to be appropriate for swimming. once ready, she slowly dipped her foot in, the coolness of the water pulsing through her body and sending a jolt within her.
a mere moment later, y/n was wading in the water, beginning to take laps around the pool. she always had a surge of energy in water that always made her wonder if she was actually poseidon’s daughter — of course, she wasn’t, but maybe she had to thank him for her love of water. maybe. maybe it was just her and the gods really didn't impact her.
submerging underneath, the girl opened her eyes and scanned the bottom. on her lucky days, she’d find little pearls the nymphs would leave behind. she'd have to personally thank them one day. her growing collection was all towards making special beads for campers who’d been there for a significant amount of time, symbolizing their individuality. she was thinking of giving annabeth and luke one to add to their necklaces before all else.
squinting, y/n saw a shimmering area in the corner. charging towards it, she picked it up and examined it with her hands; the water was getting rather hazy. these pearls were heavier, and with more texture than she’d ever felt.
smiling to herself, she carefully held it within her palms, swimming further up and merging out of water. she felt the sun shining on her, and she braced for the sudden light adjustment.
and then the sun was gone.
her brows furrowed, and y/n cracked open an eye, glancing towards where she felt the sun mere moments ago. instead of trees and simple clouds, she saw a lean figure wearing an orange shirt and khaki cargos, arms folded across their chest. she knew those arms.
“gods, what are you doing here?” y/n questioned, slightly lowering herself into the water and staring at the male before her.
he stifled a chuckle, his signature smirk playing on his lips. “what? can’t a guy be with his girlfriend?”
“luke,” she warned, “didn’t we agree to not be around each other unless we actually had a plan to sneak off?”
the curly haired boy shrugged. “like that’ll stop me.”
“luke, c’mon. if anything, we can’t have anyone find out like this.”
he shook his head, “they won’t know a thing.” he nodded towards annabeth’s cap.
y/n had to admit, his desperation to be with her in any way was the most adorable and hot thing she’d ever witnessed. “did you at least ask her for it?”
“yes ma’am.”
y/n smiled toothily, wading towards the edge and climbing out. luke watched her every move, enthralled by her beauty. he wasn’t sure how he even convinced her to go on that first date, considering she had a knee on his chest and a sword to his neck. too bad he’s the best swordsman and pinned her down next.
how could she say no after that?
she found him quite intriguing as well.
luke followed his girl as she went over to the boulder, grabbing her towel and gently drying herself off. he headed up behind her, taking the towel from her arms and drying her back off for her.
“that still hasn’t healed,” he noted, tracing the scar on her shoulder blade. y/n’s body melted at his touch, and the chills she felt were replaced with flames.
“yeah,” she whispered as luke softly turned her around, wrapping the towel around her body. he brought her body closer to his, putting his index to her chin and tilting her head up.
“you know, i could admire you all day.”
“and why is that?”
he laughed, “with that sexy soul and sweet hobby of collecting pearls, how could i not?”
y/n felt her cheeks grow hot, a soft grin making its way to her face. “i could say the same, pretty boy.”
"who are you giving those pearls to?"
"if i said who, wouldn't the surprise be ruined?" she quirked, tilting her head to the side a little. "eh, word on the street keeps mentioning the best swordsman."
luke smirked, satisfied with her answer, his black hair gleaming in the sly sunlight. y/n cupped the left side of his face, tracing her fingers on the scar to his right. their eyes couldn’t leave one another’s, an enigmatic energy floating amongst them.
“i want to kiss you,” luke’s voice was lower than before, his grip tightening around her waist.
“do it,” y/n mustered up, fluster traversing through every bone in her body.
without second thought, luke pressed the girl against his body, capturing her lips. y/n’s fingers trailed to his hair, tugging at the curls as their lips intwined passionately.
the teenagers yearned for each other, their love enveloping around them as they remained in their locked position. luke’s lips were as light as a feather but had a hold on y/n that she was sure no other could.
breathless, the two pulled away for a moment before luke pulled her in again for a quick, feverish kiss. “i love you,” he rasped, staring deep into her riveting eyes.
“i love you, luke.”
their admiration could only grow from there.
or so they thought.
#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan x you#luke castellan x y/n#charlie bushnell#luke castellan oneshot#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo#pjotv#percy jackson x reader#pjo x reader#pjo x y/n#charlie bushnell x reader
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ZELDA, YOU’RE A SAINT AND MY SAVIOUR. THAT FLUFF WAS SO DIRELY NEEDED AND SO SWEETLY WRITTEN. I lay on the ground. Conflicting emotions are rampant, but I lay on my comfort pile for safety.
-🌻 Daye
:DDD When it comes to Eclipse I am here to provide!! As the angst was posted I was legit in the middle of writing the next fluff chapter for Neon and Horizon!
I was in fluff mode but crying due to angst xD the prompt was much needed! (And I enjoyed receiving a prompt too! That was so fun to write n receive!!!)
#ask Zelda#🌻 daye asks#Eclipse fluff is so fun to make!#I love the boy#ya’ll should send me more prompts#that was a lot of fun#also thanks for the ask!!!#always a delight to hear from you!!!#<3
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♯ 𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊.
⟣ sypnosis. kento has been extremely busy lately, going on business trips and so forth. he decides to surprise you by coming back earlier than expected. that’s how you end up finding your lover on top of you, showering you in his affection at 3 in the morning.
⟣ tags. nanami kento x female reader. fluff, bit of angst, suggestive towards the end. reader gets called 'sweetheart, angel, dear' wc: 1.8k
⟣ note. okayokay finally an adition to my event heheh ive almost forgotten about it but then i saw this prompt & was like . ok nanami , i must write this rnnn no delaying anymore so here i am :3 its also very bad. i hate it sm LOL i hope u at least like it t_t
kento often asks himself why he had returned to the world he despised — the jujutsu society; his old high school. the sprawling curses everywhere are the main cause of his current misery.
he had been sent out on missions left and right, not catching a break in hopes of reducing any more civilian causalities than necessary. kento had even thought that maybe his previous 9-5 job wasn’t as bad as he had considered it.
overtime was every day for the sorcerer now. that wasn’t the worst thing - no - the fact that he was pratically living a long distant relationship with his beloved irritated him most.
a thought he had in his high school days reoccured in a moment of distress: ‘why not leave all those missions to gojo?’
you were still pretty understanding of his situation. kento appreciated that, though the guilt still ate away at him whenever he tried to sleep. an empty bed welcomed him each time he re-entered his hotel room — you saw the exact same scenery when returning home to your shared apartment.
both of you were adults; both knowing that life was unfair. the two of you being unable to see each other from time to time was a part of your life. kento and you still maintained a healthy relationship. that was all that really mattered in the end.
11:49PM. . . tonight wasn’t unlike any other night; you were preparing yourself to go to bed—changing into your pyjamas after showering, snuggling to a pillow under the covers and texting your lover one last message.
‘good luck on your mission as always! stay safe, i love you.’
you stare at your phone screen for a minute longer than intended. even if you tried to be mature about it — you longed for kento’s warmth and undivided attention. you want him with you, his strong arms holding you to his chest as you rest, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine in the best way possible.
you sigh defeatedly and put your phone down on your nightstand. just two days until you could see your partner again. you can hold onto that hope to keep you calm.
despite you trying to stay positive, you tossed and turned in your bed as you thought about kento’s safety. there was always a chance of him not coming home to you — always the possibility of that bed to be empty for the rest of your life.
all you could do was pray for his safety in your head whilst your eyes eventually closed from fatigue, your mind drifting off to a deep slumber.
03:14AM. . . kento opens the door he had wished to have opened way earlier. the door that lead to the place where his heart lays; the person who claimed his heart and soul for eternity. you.
he didn’t think he’d actually do it. kento had originally planned to finish his last job as soon as possible and then get home afterwards, but there seemed to be a change in routine.
the special grade sorcerer simply assigned the mission to ino — the person whom he could trust most to finish the job in one piece. as much as kento dislikes to put his juniors in possible risky situations, there are also situations where it’s fine to depend on them. besides, the mission could easily be done by a grade one sorcerer.
kento sighs. the familiar scent of your home was one he could recognise from miles away. one that could calm his nerves instantly. it was that same distinctive scent you carry; thus why your lover sometimes calls you his home.
‘i can’t wait to be home’ ‘i want to be home’ ‘i’m going home’ — all these sentences, which kento has uttered before in earlier conversations, weren’t referring to a place. rather to a person he held dear.
“oh, my sweetheart.” the blonde man whispers under his breath as his eyes catch the shape of your figure under the blankets. he quietly enters the master bedroom and closes the door behind him, not making a sound as to not interrupt your well-deserved sleep.
kento slowly undoes his dotted tie, along with the upper buttons of his blouse. he probably needs to go take a good shower before he could settle down with you — but that’d risk waking you up.
you look extremely angelic in his eyes. especially with your left cheek squished by the soft pillow your head rests on. you never once fail to convince him that you are indeed the woman of his dreams; the woman kento ever had and will have eyes for. it’s like you get more attractive to him as the days go on.
“mh,” your sudden and soft groan makes him realise just how disturbing his behaviour could be interpreted as. kento’s body was hovering over your sleeping one and he was just. . . staring at you with a soft smile. a smile which he didn’t even notice had permanently found its place on his weary face.
kento sits down on the edge of the mattress, callused hand gently tucking you in properly, putting the blanket over your shoulders to make sure you didn’t get cold. he can’t rest if you’re not comfortable— even if he himself was exhausted to the point his eyes were starting to feel heavy.
yet that exhaustion doesn’t last long. it never does when kento’s able to see you again after a tiring week of countless missions and other jobs. your presence alone grants him the energy to stay awake and take care of you. and himself. you’re the reason he keeps it going.
“i love you so much, my beautiful girl — my angel.”
kento sure was a romantic. even when you’re unaware and asleep.
he couldn’t help it; the feeling stirring inside of him. the feeling of adoration and love for you. you are simply resting, yet kento felt an urge to kiss you all over, show you the unending love he has for you. but. . that’d probably be disturbing your peace. you are sleeping after all. he
not that that would stop kento.
your eyes flutter open due to a sudden presence hovering over you. your entire face and neck area was feeling ticklish, like someone was placing tens of kisses all over the skin.
strands of blonde hair is the first thing showing up in your blurry vision. kento’s face follows afterwards as his head tilts back up, the warmth against your jawline disappearing along with it —
“ah, i’m sorry.” a low and almost guilty chuckle tumbles out of his sore throat. the visible confusion on your face makes him let out another, “shh, shh, it’s just me, sweetheart.”
your arms flew around kento’s torso the second the realisation dawns upon you. your heart went from a slow pace to one that caused your entire body to warm up immediately; the adorable reaction and increase in heart rate not going unnoticed by your lover.
you wordlessly hug him — almost still in shock by the sudden appearance. kento doesn’t fight off your tight embrace, instead, welcomes it with open arms. the delicate kisses on your skin continue, each being placed with precision whilst one of his hands keeps your head tilted a little — rough fingers being a contrast of the gentle grip they had on your jaw.
“i missed you lots,” kento murmurs, eyes closed as he basks in the warmth of your body, his lips refusing to let go of your neck, “i couldn’t wait anymore. i couldn’t be separated from you any longer or i’d lose it.”
his gruff voice sounded even deeper than it usually would. maybe due to the overuse of it during his missions. the lone thought makes you pout — the thought of kento working super hard just to provide for you both.
“i missed you more, love.” you mumble, bottom lip trembling a little as kento’s hug triggers a whole lot of emotions in you. his hugs were special, his muscular arms giving you a sense of comfort you couldn’t find anywhere. no one could hug you like he did, “you did well. you did so well.”
those were all the words kento needed. his lips come to halt right above your collarbone, his breath a bit heavy from how much he's holding himself back from doing more. one hand moves from your cheek to your waist, fingers toying with the fabric of your shirt.
“thank you, dear.” kento says. his words carrying a load of unending affection. your simple words of appreciation and encouragement makes him shiver in delight. this is what he longed for; this is what he did it all for.
it was clear. the answer to his question - of why he had returned to the jujutsu world, to become a teacher at his former high school - it was all for you. to be able to be with you, see you and hold you like this. to have someone like you appreciate all of his efforts.
“may i?” kento asks through a quiet whisper as he gently removes the blanket covering your figure, his eyes darting down towards your cleavage. he's asking for permission to cross that barrier — to cover you in the love you deserve.
you just stare at the blonde man above you for a second. you watch as he climbs onto the bed with you; the bed which was once empty and dull, now suddenly becoming your favourite place to be at. your fingertips graze against kento's sharp cheekbones. a habit you always did when you were appreciating his looks.
“go right ahead.” you answer with a confirming nod.
both of you were touch starved and had been deprived from each other's embrace for way too long. now was the perfect time to make up for all the time lost.
kento wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip past him. he smiles at you, a gentle and handsome smile, whilst a few of his blonde locks fall over his left eye — his hands already prying away the blanket covering your shape. it was time to show you just how much he has longed for you.
“hold on to me, sweetheart. i’m not stopping until you realise just how much i’ve missed all of you.”
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#nanami x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#nanami kento x reader#nanami x y/n#nanami x you#jjk fic#jjk fanfic
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luke x daughter of aphrodite!! maybe a super cute fluff where they help luke show percy around and just their experience with percy!
-🥽 anon
stop this prompt is soo cute ! thanks for sending it in <3
"You okay?" Luke asked the newest camper in his cabin.
"Super."
"We all have them, you know." Luke clicked his tongue. "Intense, recurring nightmares. That's normal here. For the first time in your life, you're just like everyone else."
"So are you also... Do you not know who your..." the blonde boy began to ask.
"Am I unclaimed?" Luke shook his head. "No, Hermes is my father. That doesn't matter though, we're all on the same team here."
"Why is it okay they ignore some of us?"
"Spend too much time figuring out what the gods do whatever it is they do, you'll drive yourself crazy. Sooner you can stop worrying about that, the sooner you can enjoy what this place actually does offer."
"And what's that?"
Luke smiled, guiding Percy out the door to show him the rest of camp.
The two boys ran into Clarisse and the Ares kids first. Luke explained to Percy that the Ares kids were always confrontational and brutally honest, but he had nothing to worry about, as long as he was around.
"Come on, let's go figure out what you're good at."
After crossing off archery and metalworking, and dodging several near death experiences, they sat down for lunch.
"Is there a Greek god of disappointment?" Percy sighed.
"We're gonna find the thing you're good at, I know it," Luke reassured him. "We should try-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Luke's eyes lit up and a smile crossed his face, causing Percy to turn around.
A girl came over to Luke's side of the table and kissed the top of his head. "Hi, love."
Luke beamed, turning toward Percy. "Y/N, this is Percy, I'm giving him the tour. Percy, Y/N. She's in Aphrodite."
That much he could tell, Percy thought she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen.
"Ah, bonjour! Comment ça va?" she asked him.
Percy looked confused, only recognizing the first part of the sentence. "Uhhh... hello?"
Y/N smiled softly, "Guess he's not in Aphrodite then. Any luck finding out your skill, Percy?"
"No, unforunately," Percy grumbled.
"Aw, don't worry. Soon enough you'll be like Luke here," she had moved to sit in his lap by now, one of his arms curled around her waist. "Did you know he's the best swordsman at camp?"
She looked at Luke proudly, Percy swore he saw hearts instead of pupils in her eyes.
"I think it's come up once or twice," Percy responded.
The Aphrodite girl smiled again, "Have you shown Percy the lake yet?" she asked Luke.
"No, not yet. Do you want to come with us?"
"You mean, do I want to show him the place where we met? Is that even a question?"
The trio finished up their food and headed back outside. Y/N led the way, her presence enough to clear a path in the group of campers idling outside. Luke and Percy followed a few feet behind her.
"So... how long have you two been...?" Percy asked shyly.
"Three years. Since we were 16," Luke responded. Though Percy had only known Luke for about a day at this point, he couldn't help but notice how Luke's entire demeanor had changed since Y/N's arrival.
"Oh, wow. That's a long time."
"I got really lucky."
"What do you mean?"
"Before I got here, I had nobody. I mean, there was Annabeth and Thalia, but they're like my sisters. Y/N was the one that showed me what love is."
"Is that what you meant earlier? About enjoying what this place has to offer?"
He smiled. "You might be surprised, Percy."
"Are you boys coming or not?" Y/N called back toward them.
"Yes, ma'am!" Luke yelled back, jogging up to where she was. They were almost at the lake by then.
"So, Percy, anyone at camp catch your eye yet?" Y/N asked, her hand wrapped around Luke's arm.
"Babe, he just got here." Luke said.
"So? I knew I liked you the second we met."
Luke blushed, caught off guard by her sincerity. That was one thing he wasn't sure he would ever get over, her ability to express her emotions so unabashedly. It was something he still struggled with from time to time, but for her, he would let down all of his walls.
"I wouldn't say I have a crush on her or anything- she kinda just scares me but she did catch my attention," Percy interrupted Luke's thoughts.
"What's her name?" Y/N asked.
"Annabeth, I think."
Y/N nodded knowingly, looking over at Luke. "Well, I guess we'll just see if anything special blooms there. Anyway, we're here!"
The sun was beginning to set over the horizon now, painting the sky in beautiful hues of purple and pink. A gentle breeze accompanied the three as they sat down by the water.
Y/N leaned against Luke's body, savoring the warmth he offered. He absent-mindedly twirled a piece of her hair.
"Three years ago, I was sitting right here, when I saw someone a few feet away from me. He was throwing rocks into the lake and disturbing my peace," Y/N began. "When I looked over to see who it was-"
"You saw the most gorgeous man you've ever laid your eyes on," Luke cut in.
"Hey!" Y/N playfulled smacked his shoulder. "I know you've heard this story one hundred times but Percy hasn't yet."
"Yeah, I haven't yet!" Percy backed her up.
The two older campers laughed. "Thank you, Percy. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, I saw this boy with curly dark hair and soft brown eyes, and I thought that's him. He's the one. This was before I was claimed by Aphrodite, but I just had a feeling, you know?"
Percy nodded, even though he wasn't sure he had experienced that feeling yet.
"But anyway, this boy looked kind of sad, so I decided to sit next to him."
"I think that's why he was throwing rocks into the water," Percy broke in.
Y/N giggled and Luke nudged her shoulder to continue.
"You're right, Percy, I had the same thought. When I sat next to him, I sensed that he was annoyed."
"Okay, love, let me finish from here." Luke softly kissed her shoulder and she buried her head in the crook of his neck.
"I wasn't annoyed-" he clarified. "At least, not at you. I had just been claimed by my father, but I was still frustrated with the whole idea of gods having children and just ignoring them. Then, this angel sat next to me and for the first time, I felt seen."
Y/N looked up at her boyfriend, her face full of nothing but admiration. No matter how many times she heard this part of the story, she still couldn't believe how she got quite so lucky.
"Percy, our parents may never redeem themselves for their wrongdoings, but I thank the gods every day they sent me Y/N." With that, Luke gently placed his hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her.
"Hello! As lovely as this story is, still a minor here!" Percy waved his hand in front of their faces enthusiastically, causing all three of them to burst into laughter.
#🥽 anon#luke castellan prompt#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan#percy jackson series#percy jackson#pjo#charlie bushnell#charlie bushnell x reader#luke castellan imagine#luke castellan x you
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UNDERSTAND | park jongseong smau (ongoing)
now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ understand by keshi
"maybe we could try, if you let me"
PAIRING: idol!jay x idol!yn (femreader)
SYNOPSIS: coming fresh off your debut, you get invited to be a part of the revival for the beloved variety show 'We Got Married'. what happens when you find yourself falling for your "husband", as he's the perfect partner on and off screen?
FEATURING: enhypen, son jiwoo, moon chanelle, choi jihyun, bang jeemin, + other idols!
GENRE: smau, crack(ish?) (its just me trying my best to be funny but i have the humor of a 12 y/o boy), fluff, angst, idol au, fake dating?
WARNINGS: suggestive jokes, suggestive content(just making out and lots of TENSION!), couple stuffs, will specify in chapters if needed, ignore timestamps and dates!!!
MESSAGE FROM NIC: ahh my first smau!!! sent this prompt to @enmayz on anon and now im bringing it to life :3 IM SO EXCITEDD it's my first smau and im getting the hang of things, so pls be nice!! feedback is always appreciated as well :D
TAGLIST: OPEN (send a ask or comment to be on it!)
PROFILES: worst group ever | ENHA ENHA ENHA
CHAPTER 1: ill choke you in your sleep
CHAPTER 2: we live in a Society . 😕
CHAPTER 3: that's not very pride month of u
CHAPTER 4: u mean *OUR girlfriend
CHAPTER 5: jay pookie nation???
CHAPTER 6: mentally physically weak .
CHAPTER 7: im a sensitive little fella
CHAPTER 8: the eyes chico, they never lie 😔
CHAPTER 9: bros got attachment issues idk!
CHAPTER 10: JAYYN NATION RISE
CHAPTER 10.5: see you loverboy!
CHAPTER 11: copium 💀
CHAPTER 12: omg i love jungkook sunbaenim
CHAPTER 13: eunchae... 😡😡😡😡😡😡
CHAPTER 14: call that idgafism
CHAPTER 15: ch*emin happend
CHAPTER 16: floppy disk or balls
CHAPTER 17: the dots are connecting...
CHAPTER 18: he's MENstruating
CHAPTER 19: —
CHAPTER 20: —
© fakeuwus 2023 do not repost, translate, or plagiarize
#nic's library ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚#fakeuwus#fic: understand#enhypen smau#enhypen social media au#jay enhypen smau#park jongseong smau#enhypen fic#enhypen x reader#enhypen x yn#enhypen fluff#enhypen angst#lee heeseung#park jongseong#sim jaeyun#park sunghoon#kim sunoo#yang jungwon#nishimura riki#son jiwoo#moon chanelle#choi jihyun#bang jeemin#r u next?#fanfic
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Soldado (Alexia Putellas X Reader)
One of the prompts inspired me, so here ya go. It's definitely rusty but please let me know what we think!
Prompt: “Don’t just say that and then walk away!”
Walking up to the front door of the Putella’s home was one the most nerve wracking experiences you have ever experienced in your first 18 years of life. This home had become your sanctuary in the last 3 years, the family had taken you in and made sure you were loved and cared for and in return all you did was ruin the best and only friendship you ever had.
You had grown up with an absent mother and a drunk father, to say your childhood had been rough was an understatement. You were able to fend for your self by the age of 6 and you knew to hide whenever your father came home after 8pm. When he wasn’t drunk he was a half caring father, but you could never shake the black eyes and bruises you learned to hide. The only good thing he ever did for you was to make sure by the age of 15 you had been a good enough football player to be in the training with the Espanyol team.
This is where you met Alexia Putellas, she was this young superstar but she still befriended you. It didn’t take her long to see through the lies of where the bruises came from, and one late practice where you avoided going home she got you to spill the truth. From then on she made sure that holidays, school vacations, and everything in between you were invited to stay with her family.
Her mom became like a mother you never had, and Alba was the sister you never had. But Alexia she just always remained Alexia, you never knew what that meant until you turned 18. You had finally realised that she was more than just anything to you, and that you were madly in love with her. Never being able to keep a secret from her, you confessed your feelings to her 3 weeks ago and you haven’t heard from her since she walked away without responding.
Which brings you back to today, trying to work up the courage to knock on the door of the only place you would ever consider a home ready to say your goodbyes to the family you wish you still had. The last 3 weeks have been a whirlwind, and it took your drunk father almost breaking your arm and sending you to the ER to finally realise you needed to get out. You had walked the streets of Barcelona aimlessly trying to find a solution, and when the universe showed you a sign you jumped at it.
Shaking your head you gained the courage to reach up and knock at the door of the house. While you wait for someone to answer you hope that you can get this out without breaking down.
When the door opens you come face to face with Alba and you say softly “Hola, Albs.”
Alba smiles softly and leans against the door, blocking your way in, and she asks “what are you doing here Y/N?”
“I need to talk to Ale” you tell her deciding not to drag this out.
She crosses her arms over her chest and asks “Why would I let you do that? She shut down and hasn’t said anything for the last weeks and we haven’t seen you, you must have hurt her Y/N.”
Shaking your head you tell her “I never meant to do that Alba, but I promise I just need to tell her one thing and then I am gone.” You know you sound like your begging and you hope the desperation in your voice helps.
Before she can respond Alexia shows up at the door behind her sister and says “Alba its okay I got it.”
Alba turns and looks to her and then turns back to you and says “if you hurt her again I will hurt you.” She finishes with a glare and then moves back into the house.
Alexia steps outside on the porch with you and softly shuts the door. You take a moment to take her in, knowing this will be the last time you may see the women who has your heart. She’s in her most comfortable state, a pair of footy shorts, a soft hoodie (you note is one of yours) and barefoot.
You both stand there in silence for a minute and she finally breaks it and says “I am not ready to talk to you about it.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I came here to tell you one thing and then I will be out of your hair, you wont need to worry about avoiding me” you tell her softly.
“what? Y/N whats going on?” she asks softly stepping closer to you.
You take a step back and say “I’m leaving, I quit the team and I joined the army. I know you don’t understand it but I need to not be here anymore, and I need to do something thats for me, and will ensure I get away from him.”
She stares at you and doesn’t say anything but a soft “Y/N.”
“No, don’t do that, this isn’t about you this is for me. I love you Alexia and I will always be in love with you but I cant stay on the side line of my own life anymore, I need to become the best person I can be and get out from this dark cloud that is hanging over here. Its for the best, I cant wait to see you become the superstar I know you will be, but I cant do that here, watching it and knowing that you don’t love me back, that you aren’t in love with me. So this is goodbye Ale”
You slowly move down the stairs and move to wipe the tears under your eyes, and you make it to the end of the walkway when she moves and says “Don’t just say that and walk away from me Y/N! Thats not fair.”
You pause and turn your head towards her and says “what’s not fair is losing everything I have ever wanted because I have never been able to lie to you, I am doing something for me and you have to understand that.”
You don’t let her add or say anything else as you turn your back on her and move to your car, you hop in and start the engine driving away to your new life without looking back.
8 YEARS LATER
After 8 years of being a proper solider and training to better your self, you were finally able to settle down, and of course Barcelona would always have a hold on your heart. During your basic training your superiors noticed how easy it was for you to learn and communicate in many languages, add in that you knew how to fight and take it hit it made you the perfect soldier for a special ops team.
During your 8 years of active duty you spent 3 tours in Iraq, Afghanistan and other War torn countries. And when you were not on tour you were either in the UK or the USA learning and bettering your skills to be a better help for the team. It was a long 8 years of constantly being on the go and when an offer came up to go back to Barcelona and be no longer on active duty you took it.
They wanted your skills to help teach younger inexperienced soldiers and you craved the freedom and your bones ached for a stable home for your self. The Barcelona Police force hired you and were more than happy to have you work for them and also assist the army in their training.
Barcelona was where you had your own personal demons, and you knew after 8 years of running it was finally time to slow down and face those demons head on. It helped you were much stronger and mentally tougher then when you were 18 and you knew you needed to face them head on.
What you didn’t expect was to have to face one of them only a month into your new life in Barcelona. You had been out on patrol with your partner and were called to an assault at one of the smaller beaches in town. You got out of the passenger seat of the car and did a scan of the surroundings and you noticed a small crowd gathered at the edge of the sand and one person lying on the ground.
You met your partners eye and you both walked over, you with your military training on high alert, one hand on the hilt of the gun at your hip, your eyes roaming the surroundings. When you got closer to the crowd you almost stopped, when you noticed who was standing off on the edge of the crowd but you pushed through when you saw the guy on the ground get up and start to run at someone else in the crowd. You and your partner both sprang into action and got in between them and the guy you were holding tried to take a swing at the other and you easily subdued him and had him on his back with his hands locked behind his back in the blink of an eye.
Once he was secure with the handcuffs on your hip you hopped up and hauled him up with you, you turned and met your partners eyes who nodded at you and had his guy also in cuffs. He turned to the crowd and asked for any witnesses to what happened, as you moved your guy to the car and sat him in the back seat.
You sat him down and asked him his side of the story. After listening to his side you closed the door and left him in the car as a second patrol car rolled up for the second guy. You nodded to them and mentioned the guy int he back of your car and you walked back to the crowd. You took a deep breath and readied your self to face the first of your demons.
“Who’s next to be interviewed?” you asked your partner as you walked up beside him, and he pointed to the group of 3 girls to the left.
Moving towards them you introduced your self “Hola, I am Officer Y/L/N and I will need to see your IDs and then I can take your statement.” They all handed their IDs over and as you were matching them and recording their names and information you couldn’t help but take a peak at the women who held your heart.
You hadn’t seen her since that day 8 years ago on her mothers front steps, you had followed her career and you knew she was in the middle of a miracle season and she was on track to win everything. Seeing her on the computer screen through a grainy stream wasn’t the same as seeing her in person. Just looking at her was slowly igniting that spark inside you that you thought you had buried 8 years ago.
“Can one of you tell me what happened?” you ask them ready to take notes and keep this professional.
“so basically, we were lying here and the guy in your car came up and started to give us a bit of a hard time, but were used to it. SO we told him to leave us alone, and then the guy there with your partner walked up and tried to defend us, and the other guy just threw a punch at him.” You had their IDs so you knew this was Maria Leon who explained it.
“they started going at each other and thats when Ale called 911, the commotion drew more people over and they stopped fighting when they had a crowd and then you guys showed up.” Jennifer Hermoso explained the rest to you.
“thank you, so to be clear, the one in the back of the car threw the first punch and harassed you?” you asked wanting to finish this up.
Maria smiled and said “I wouldn’t say harassed, we can take care of ourselves, but yes he started it and threw the first punch.”
“And you both agree?” you ask.
“Yep, he did” Jennifer agrees.
Alexia just nods and remains silent through the whole exchange. You nod and say “okay this clears things up, someone may be in touch but you are free to go.”
The two of them smile and say their thanks and move to leave, but Alexia remains standing in front of you silent.
“ale you coming?” Jennifer asks her and it seems to shake her out of it and she nods and moves to gather her stuff.
You nod at nothing and move to go back to your partner, you both agree you to the statement you got from different people and then you move to walk back to the car together. Before you can get half way there you turn back and look toward Alexia and you meet her eyes, as she’s still watching you.
It takes your partner nudging you for you to break contact and you move to get into the car. before you can fully sit you hear “Officer Y/LN” yelled out behind you and you turn and see Alexia moving quickly towards you, you close the door and step towards her and away from your partner hearing the exchange.
“Yes Alexia?” you ask her softly as she stops a foot from you.
“You’re back?” she asks you to the point.
“I am”
“for good?” she asks you again straight to the point.
“I think so yeah”
“okay then.” she says and moves to walk away.
“thats it?” you ask her confused.
She shrugs and half turns to you and says “How does it feel being on the other end of someone walking way from you? It sucks, being left to wonder what they mean and what they are going to do.”
You can feel the pang in your heart listening to how broken she sounds and you ask her “Can we talk about it?”
“now you want to talk? What happened to talking 8 years ago?” she turns on you half shouting and you know that she’s drawn and scene.
“ale, please can we talk somewhere not here, and not when I am on duty?” you ask her.
She looks around and shakes her head and says “you know where to find me, if you even want to.” As she finishes she jogs away towards her friends and you are left standing there wondering if this is a demon you will be able to tame, or if you were doomed to be in love with someone you can never have.
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♡ℌ𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡♡
Genre: smut, cam boy!Au
Word Count: 2.3k
Summary: StrawberryBoy_Hwa sent you a private message:
Congratulations you Shy_Kitty21 you have won a private video call with me.
Or where the universe crashes and you masturbate under the careful guidance of an adoring cam model Park Seonghwa.
WARNING: Cam Boy!Seonghwa masturbation, nipple play, nipple piercing, fingering, pet names, spit kink, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, squirting, cum eating, overstimulation and more.
A/N: I can't help it, Seonghwa drives me crazy and I like it.
It's something between a prompt for a full-length work and a one-shot, but I'm not quite sure to be honest. It's all very rambling, sorry if it's not quite what you're used to seeing from me.
I could make a complete work out of this in 2-3 parts if you want. Let me know in the comments if that's something you'd be interested in reading.
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Updates on my work will be a separate post. As always, private messages and questions are open. Feel free to write me about anything.
Have fun, bunnies. Love you all!
"Touch yourself, kitten; I want to see how you caress yourself." The voice is deep and velvety, rough around the edges, and it makes you want to obey without hesitating. A mixture of anticipation and embarrassment takes hold of your entire body and flows through your veins with frothing excitement. Your hand runs over your naked breasts. The nipples are pink and swollen.
It's never in your wildest dreams that you'd be so openly naked in front of a complete stranger. On any other day, you'd burn with shame just thinking about it. But the sight of his hard-dripping cock in front of you makes you more confident and seductive in the show you put on for him. As the pad of your thumb brushes over the hard bud, a soft moan of pleasure escapes your bitten lips.
To be honest, you couldn't call Seonghwa a complete stranger. He's a well-known сam boу, StrawberryBoy_Hwa, with hundreds of thousands of followers on Instagram and Twitter, not to mention the huge number of followers on his live streams. You've been watching him for months now, but you've always stayed in the shadows—too shy to leave a comment or make a dirty request. In that time, you've had the pleasure of seeing him in the most intimate, erotic images and suggestive poses, extolling the beauty of his slender, elegant body. But this was on a whole other level.
As his hand glides lazily over his thick, beautiful dick, you find yourself sobbing softly, unable to look away. You couldn't help but dream of replacing his hand with your own—much smaller—feeling that hot velvety length resting in your palm, making your hand look so tiny. In the soft pink and purple light of the room, his golden caramel skin shimmers faintly. Glittering powder mixes with sweat to make his body glow and shimmer sinfully. He looks so ethereal. So unholy. Almost pornographic. The piercings on his nipples flickered as his back arched, the sugar-brown flesh invitingly firm to caress.
You're sure you'd praise his entire body with your tongue and lips and leave him covered in strawberry-pink love bites if you had the chance to be near him right now.
Seonghwa seems to read your thoughts; his plump, glossy lips open in a low moan, and he reaches up to tug lightly at his nipple. It sends a slight shiver through his entire body, his hips rolling gently as he lets out a deep moan of pleasure.
Your hand finds your wet folds and slowly runs your fingers between them at that pornographic sound. The level of excitement should be disconcerting, but Seonghwa is smiling lewdly at you, licking his fuckable mouth in a languorous manner, and staring without interruption at the image in front of him on the large computer monitor.
How did you get so lucky? Did a cosmic glitch magically allow you to win a private video call with your favourite cam boy? It's all a little bit hard to believe. This must be some kind of incredibly realistic dream, but Seonghwa's hoarse moaning is evidence to the contrary.
When he speaks with you again, his voice is all purr and silky, and it sends a shockwave of excitement through your body. But something about the fact that only you can hear him now makes the situation that much more intimate and even a little forbidden. You have him all to yourself, even if it's just for a short video call.
"Show me, kitty, touch that sweet little cunt. Do it for me, my angel. I beg you…"His eyes are so big and pleading, the twinkle of a thousand stars is shining in them.
He'll destroy you.
The whimper that comes out of you is almost pathetic. You turn away shamefacedly, biting your trembling lower lip to avoid the vicious, burning gaze, though your fingers obediently pull the sticky folds apart, revealing the tight, wet hole.
"Oh yeah~ That's my kitty. Just as I imagined, all sweet and pink. All made for me." He praises you, tugging on his nipples gently, causing his hips to twitch weakly. Slowly sliding your fingers over your wet pussy, you continue to pleasure yourself. "Keep touching yourself, kitten. Keep touching yourself. Give me pleasure. I bet you're tight as hell; damn it, the thought of it makes me want to drool."
You don't think for a second that you should disobey him as you gently plunge a finger into your pussy, coating it with your own excitement before pulling it out and tracing a small circle around your sensitive clit. You tremble. You're so hot and ready for him. Seonghwa is watching you so intently that it's almost embarrassing, but your desire for his pleasure is a thousand times greater than any embarrassment or modesty.
His cock twitches, clear liquid oozing from the swollen pink head, which glistens faintly in the dim light, and his hips arch in a faint wave-like motion.
He's fucking beautiful. So much so that it's almost silly, but you can see why the rest of the world is so crazy about him.
His fingertips circle around the wet cockhead, catching the liquid and bringing his fingers to his lips, but instead of licking it off like you thought he was going to, he smears it all over his gorgeous, puffy lips.
"Mmm, it's sweet…" His whole body was glistening with powder, sweat dripping down the smooth reliefs of his heaving chest and contoured abs. The thick girth of his cock presses perfectly against his flat stomach.
"I want you to have a lick of my cock, kitten. I want you to taste me until I cum in your mouth. Would you like this, the feel of my big cock on your tongue?"
He is fucking you out of your mind without even trying, and you are falling deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole of temptation and desire. Without a second thought, you'd do anything he asked.
Your eyes follow Seonghwa's every move, and the golden muscles of his body are trembling as you knead your tits with your free hand. The sight of them on your screen makes Seonghwa moan with longing, the soft, plump flesh barely fitting in the palm of your hand.
"I want to suck them off, they look so delicious to me. Damn! God, would you let me fuck them, please? Those are the most amazing tits I have ever seen. I want to cum on them. Oh fuck, my sperm would look so good on those fucking puffy tits of yours".
But before you can do any more than that, he flicks his tongue across the roof of his mouth and gives you a new command.
"Put those tiny fingers up that pretty cunt. I want to see you fuck yourself nice and slow for me." You do as he says and insert two fingers into your quivering hole. The silky, fluttering walls of your vagina clench tightly around your fingers, building a pleasurable pressure between your legs. As you open yourself to Seonghwa, your pleasure echoes in the wet sound throbbing on your palm. "Mmm, that's right. What a sweet little kitten you are to open yourself up in front of me like this. Spread your legs even wider; I want to see more of that pussy of yours."
"S-Seonghwa..." You stutter out his name and spread your thighs even more wide. Seonghwa, as if instinctively excited by the sight of your fingers going in and out of your squirming cunt, leans closer to the camera.
"You look so delicious, my kitten. Such a delicacy. I bet your hot walls will be so tight around my thick cock; your cunt will milk my cum like the real slut you are, right, kitty?
"Yes, yes, Hwa. I'm such a slut for you."
"Go deeper." He orders you. Your lips quiver as you awkwardly push your hips forward, plunging your fingers in at a new angle in an attempt to penetrate deeper, like he asked. You're having such a hard time; your fingers aren't long and thick enough to hit the right spots, but Seonghwa is even more aroused.
"Oh, my poor kitty, your short fingers won't be enough, will they?"
"N-no, it's so empty." You give a whimper before you sink your teeth into your lower lip. You are practically on the verge of tears.
"Do you imagine that my fingers are fucking you right now?" He brings them up to his mouth, licking them slick and wet, drooling, and letting them run down the length of his phalanges and onto the palm of his hand. "I bet I could fill that tight cunt of yours with just one of them."
"P-please, Seonghwa…" You're begging him, and at this point, you're not even sure what you're asking him to do. Seonghwa's wet fingers start gliding over his beautiful cock again, gathering viscous droplets of pre-sperm and bringing them to his lips, this time dipping into his hot mouth.
The action is driving you mad.
Plump lips, glistening with saliva and lip gloss, close in a tight ring around the long phalanges, dipping deep almost to the base. He moans, his eyes rolling and his body shaking as he pulls his fingers out of his mouth, strawberry glitter tinting them a light shade of red.
Your mouth opens even though you don't want it to, your tongue flicks out, and your eyes drop to the bridge of your nose, giving your face a cute, lewd hentai anime grimace. Without even touching you, he fucks you completely. You could swear you can taste the sweet taste of his cum on the tip of your tongue.
You'd give anything to be under him or on top of him right now. Maybe even between those plush thighs, warming his beautiful cock in your mouth like an obedient kitten.
Unfortunately, that's a completely pipe dream.
"Will you cum for me, kitty?" He tilts his head with a sweet, sugary expression, but you hear the more than palpable command in his voice.
You nod thoughtlessly in hurried, repetitive motions, your hair bouncing in time.
Songhwa's plump, moist mouth opens in a melodious, prolonged moan. He gasps, his Adam's apple bulging from under the wide diamond necklace. His head is thrown back, a mop of silky pink hair shining like a halo around his angelic face. A graceful hand hastily caresses the hard length with a wet squelching sound, and you could swear the moans coming from his lips are the hottest you've ever heard. The whole spectacle, so fuckable and mesmerising at the same time, is hard for your brain to comprehend.
You start to moan along with him, trying to let Seonghwa know how he's affecting you.
It makes his gorgeous hips roll over again, his cock twitching weakly in the grip of his hand as the sound of yours reaches his ears.
"Seonghwa…I…I'm coming." You whimper as you stroke your hypersensitive clit with your thumb. Trying to match the rhythm of his hurried movements on his cock, your fingers sink deeper into your needy pussy.
"Sperm, kitten, do it for me. Make me proud of you. Squirt on those pretty fingers, and imagine my face instead, hell, I wish you'd smother me with that sweet cunt, right now".
His words are the driving force behind your mind-blowing orgasm. It's the best you've ever given yourself, supported by a hoarse, deep moan and Seonghwa's writhing body.
He cums with you. Pearly streams of semen squirt from his cockhead, staining his glistening naked chest and dripping down his abs. Without a moment's hesitation, Seonghwa's fingers scoop up his own cum and place it in his mouth. He slowly caresses his long fingers with his long tongue until every last drop of cum has disappeared in his mouth.
The result is a new wave of heat in your body, and your hole is shrinking on nothing.
"Taste it." He orders greedily as he watches you bring your hand up to your mouth. But if you're going to eat your own cum like that, you're going to have to put on a hell of a show for Songhwa in return for all the shows he's putting on for you. Your tongue slides slowly over each of your fingers, taking extra time to let the wet muscle run through each of the cracks between your fingers. Songhwa is watching you through thick lashes; he has the eyes of a bedroom, a gaze so full of lust that the iris is almost pure black.
"So delicious." You say it with a certain seductive note, pulling the last finger out of your mouth with a wet, lascivious pop.
"Damn, that was... you're a fucking hot kitten; I want to fuck you so bad." Seonghwa practically whimpers and sucks on the plush lip of his lower lip as if that's how he can taste you.
"I guess that's it, huh?" You ask. It's hard to hide the disappointment in your tone. But a deal is a deal, and that's all that comes with the winning video call. "I... I think I'll see you at the next stream, Hwa."
"Don't miss me, kitten." That's the last you hear before the screen fades and you're back in your bedroom reality.
Just like that, everything goes back to normal, and life goes back to normal. You'll be your normal self, and Seonghwa will be a popular cam boy with a small army of fans who are madly in love with him.
It will take a few minutes for you to come to your senses, and you will hardly notice the little text chat pop-up that appears on the page.
StrawberryBoy_Hwa has just sent you a private message.
"I want to hear you moan my name once again. Call me, Y/N. I'll be waiting for you. Seonghwa." And what followed was a series of numbers with a little glowing heart emoji on them.
It seems that the universe is still broken. You've got the personal number of everyone's favourite Park Seonghwa, the porn industry's most sought-after strawberry boy.
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