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mapofthemazeinthemirror · 5 months

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Toxic ex-husband!txt

Warnings: toxic, possessive, erratic behaviour, do not try this at home

Note: I feel diabolical for writing this

Soobin

Soobin is ushered out of a different exit of the courthouse than you, but his long legs make quick work of rounding the building—he’d seen your lawyer steering you out a back door. He finds you just as you reach your car, in such a passion that he doesn't notice the way you jump at the sound of his voice. You just sat through an hour of feeling his eyes on you as your divorce was finalised, kept your nerve and avoided looking his way, and you didn't have the nerve to face him now. His mind flashes with glimpses of the past, before you went through this silly charade of separation. All the happy times you’d had, all those years of love. His heart felt sour in his chest.

"You don't mean it, I know you don't," he calls out to you as he approaches. You're quick to shut yourself inside your car and lock the doors, scrambling to put the key in the ignition as his hands press against the window. "I know you'll miss me," he insists, somehow still not understanding the reality of the situation even after the year-long divorce process. "You won't last a day in that house without me." He walks mindlessly in the wake of the car as you drive away, anger flaring. He won't give you up.

Yeonjun

He dons a hoodie and sits in the back of the dark bar you're having a first date in. It wasn't hard to get access to the time and location of this little rendezvous, since the password for your new dating profile is the same one you use for everything else. He watches you flirt and make small talk, smile stupidly at this new love interest, who in Yeonjun's opinion is definitely trying way too hard. And yes, he's noticed that you're wearing his favourite dress, the one that he bought for you, that you would wear to every date night the two of you shared. He grits his teeth so hard he can hear the strain on them, downing the last of the drink he ordered to keep his table and slipping out. When you finally make it back to the parking lot, he's leant up against your car, hood off and face smug in the dim artificial light.

"Hey, baby," he says smugly, causing you to shiver. You haven't heard his voice in so long, and the pet name...

"What are you doing here? You know it's over," you keep your tone confident while looking around nervously. "You should be moving on, like I have."

He takes a few steps closer to you. "You know why you like that guy so much?" Yeonjun asks, leaning his face close to your ear and taking a whiff of an in-breath before whispering, "he's wearing my cologne."

Beomgyu

You're about to turn out the light and go to sleep when a loud knocking startles you, bringing you back downstairs. Carefully you look out the peep hole and see Beomgyu, cursing to yourself before opening the door with the plan to give him an earful. But when the door swings open, his eyes look frantic, and he lets out a sigh, shoulders sagging as if relieved. "Oh thank god," he says, before stepping around you into the house and looking around the room.

"Beomgyu, no. You have to go," you say sternly. He turns to face you and his distressed look is still at play. "I saw- There was someone creeping around out there," he explains excitedly, eyes wide. "They were right on the lawn!”

Panicked, you turn your gaze to the window. Before you know it he's grabbing you, pulling you against his chest. "I was so worried." You can feel his heart hammering against you, no evidence to be suspicious of his story. Your own heart rate picks up, and you almost feel comforted that Beomgyu is here, that someone was looking out for you. "I'll keep you safe. Let me stay, just for tonight."

Taehyun

Taehyun never thought he would stoop to this level, but hey, the tracking program was on sale—it was as if the universe was telling him he was meant to do it. He doesn't know how long he's been awake, staring at his computer screen, at the red dot that represents your phone's location. He did wash a few dishes earlier, but he had intermittently looked over at his phone where the same red dot shone unblinking back at him. It hasn't moved for hours, and he begins to wonder if he's been scammed, if maybe he should have gone for the device that he could attach to your car... Taehyun feels like the little red dot is mocking him, and he almost wants it to move from the square that depicts your house. Antsy and frustrated, he turns on the TV. But even while he distractedly watches some sporting match, he sees red.

Huening Kai

You hear your mother talking as you let yourself in to her house, your childhood home, for one of your weekly dinners together. There were no cars parked on the street, so you figure she's on the phone with one of her friends as she laughs heartily. You can't help but smile at how happy she sounds as you leave your shoes at the door. When you round the corner into the kitchen, the smile dies on your face. Standing there, oven mitts in hand, chuckling along with your mother, is your ex husband. It's as if the last eight months never happened and all is nice and peachy, just another Tuesday night and not the twilight zone.

Huening Kai spots you in the doorway and gives you a smile, your mother turning around looking bubbly and bright. "Here she is! Look who stopped in," she says, as if you haven't noticed the big elephant in the room.

"Why?" you ask with no semblance of friendliness.

She flicks the tea towel your way as if scolding you, looking simply incredulous. "Be nice to our guest! He brought dessert."

You feel like you're being pranked. She's always been on your side of things, though she would never speak badly of her ex son-in-law, and suddenly she's wrapped around his little finger? Have you missed something, you wonder.

The oven dings and the two exchange excited looks, seemingly ignoring your presence. Kai slips his hands into the mitts and opens the door, retrieving a sweet smelling pie. Your mother claps her hands, childlike, and moves off to find cutlery. Surely you must be dreaming, because this is too much. Kai holds the dessert out for you to see, smiling down at you with bright innocent eyes, tilting his head the way he used to when he addressed you. "Would you like to taste, honey?"

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buzzyandbadatmath · 3 years

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Abrasive Outflow of Desire

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warning: fight scene, threats of violence, gets pretty intimate but nothing explicitly sexual, just some steamy fluff

Everything had changed. One minute, the Republic claimed victory over the Separatists and the war was over, and then another, the Empire secured its suffocating grasp on the universe.

The Clones turned against the Jedi and executed them for alleged acts of treason against the Republic, which was absurd. No, the Jedi weren’t friends of yours, you believed their order was corrupt and their morals were questionable, but a mass execution of Jedi had to be the work of the Darth Sidious’ manipulation.

Your master was indifferent to the chaos that brought about this new order, he was Sith yes, but his unrelenting hatred for his old master had him writhing in pure loathing for everything in the universe. No matter where he looked he was always behind it. The Sith, the Jedi, the Empire, all of them were to be considered his enemy.

The only thing that brought him consolation, that could give him a sliver of comfort, was you. You were his apprentice, the one who was so eager to learn everything you could from him and his teachings. You were no Sith, he knew that from your disposition when he first met you, but you were also no Jedi. You had honor, passion, serenity, and also a taste for chaos.

The universe was born from and ran by chaos, and it was a fool’s errand to try to impose the delusion of order on it. Maul liked this aspect about you, it gave you a level of spontaneity that was useful in combat, and was just an endearing trait of your personality.

Maul would have never considered taking an ex-Jedi as his apprentice in the past, that was until he met you and sensed the power you possessed. Not only could you wield the powers of the Sith, but you also had the discipline of a Jedi, which aided you in your pursuit for knowledge, and knowledge was power.

Glowing yellow eyes pierced through yours as you took your fighting stance, lightsabers humming as you and your master stood at a standstill. His lightsaber was not ignited and stayed at his side, his hands folded behind him and his posture perfectly straight.

"Your move Master." You smirked. Your master's eye glinted with mischief at your words, and within a fraction of a second he was mere inches from your face, lightsaber headed for your neck.

You blocked his attack just in time, pushing the blade away and doing a back-handspring away from your master. "You're too slow," He cooed, the soothing tone of his voice making you lose focus long enough to give him an opening to swipe at you.

In a flurry of lunges, blocks, dodges, and kicks you finally had your saber trained at his forehead. "I got you." You said, panting from the fight.

Maul tsked. "Haven't I taught you to be aware of your surroundings apprentice?" You felt the hilt of his lightsaber pressed into your stomach.

Retracting your weapons with a sigh of defeat, you hooked them onto your belt. "I can never get past you, huh Master?" He shook his head and did the same with his saber as he gave you his thoughts on your fighting.

“Not until you learn perceptiveness, My Apprentice. Come, I have but one last lesson to teach you before the day ends.”

The location of this lesson was further away than you realized, and your master didn’t want to take the ship, so the two of you had to walk about a click away out in the middle of nowhere.

A groan escaped your lips out of exhaustion, and you couldn't help yourself from voicing how tired you were to your master. "Master, where are we going?"

The irritable Sith lord was growing quite annoyed at your moaning, and he contemplated what he would do to you for such behavior. "Augh, patience is a virtue Apprentice, something you will do well to remember." He said with an irk in his brow.

“I’m sorry but, I don’t know if you know this or not, I don’t have cybernetic legs that don’t get sore after walking for an hour.” Maul was on his final straw.

“It would be wise for you to stop talking, or I will give you the opportunity to have cybernetic limbs, such as these, myself.” Those words followed by a low growl deep in your master’s throat shut you up real quick, and you stayed silent for the rest of the trip. Daring not to utter a single word for fear of your master fulfilling his promise.

Finally, the walking stopped and you had reached your destination. The exhaustion from walking for so long overtook you, and you collapsed onto a nearby rock that was oddly comfortable. That or you were just exhausted enough to think anything that you could sit on was comfortable.

After a few long breaths to regain your composure, you took in your surroundings. Maul had taken you to a rock formation in the middle of a clearing of moss. The air was smelled as if it was about to rain, a crisp, earthy smell engulfing your olfactory nerves and filling your lungs with its replenishing effects.

The rocks made a triangle around a marble platform, the irregular and unnatural shapes of each rock seemed to change slightly every time you looked at one, and with every change the shape got more and more bizarre. Their color and their texture seemed to be the only thing that stayed consistent.

Maul stood on the platform, patiently waiting for you to join him. If you didn't know better, you would think he was going to challenge you to another sparring match, but why did he have to take you all the way out here just for that? Probably to make you tired.

Once you regained enough energy to stand up, you did so and walked over to the platform. You were hesitant to step onto its shiny surface for fear that it would swallow you up and you would never see the light of day again. It was silly, and your master taught you to not let your anxieties get the better of you, so you cleared your mind took a step onto the platform.

As soon as you stepped on, Maul stepped off, raising his hand as the ground began to shake. “You are to listen to my words carefully Apprentice, no matter what,” He said.

“What’s that supposed to-whoa.” An object nearly hit you in the face so you ducked to avoid it.

Pieces of the rocks started breaking off and morphing into different shapes before hurling after you in an attempt to knock you off the platform. For a moment you weren’t able to dodge most of them, but after you got your bearings you began to successfully avoid the projectiles through a series of flips and jumps.

You reached for your lightsabers in hopes you could deflect the rocks with them only to find that they weren’t clipped to your belt, instead they were with your Master’s who was waving them tauntingly in his grasp.

The smug look on his face earned him a scowl from you before a rock smacked you in the face. “Gah!” You grunted.

“That looked like it hurt.” He teased.

“No Master, not at all.” Another rock ran into the back of your knee causing you to lose balance and fall on your back and you let out another pained grunt.

“Focus Apprentice, be aware of your surroundings.” Maul yelled as you kicked yourself back onto your feet.

“How am I-“ A rock flew straight for your abdomen but you swung yourself into the air, narrowly avoiding the impact. “How am I supposed to do that while I’m supposed to listen to you?”

Rocks formed into a cluster and hammered down onto where you were standing, so you summersaulted out of the way, smirking when you got back up crouching. Your smirk soon faded as the cluster broke up into smaller pieces and started swirling every direction. “The force will guide your movements and your ears.” He answered.

You grunted in frustration, but proceeded to hone your senses, blocking all noise except for your master’s voice, everything else was left up to your subconscious, reflexes, spatial awareness, all of it.

“Yes, that’s it,” Maul commended. You closed your eyes and allowed the Force to energize and guide you, and your nerves began to calm down along with your heart-rate and breathing.

Your Master began to speak, but you didn’t let it distract you, and you simply listened to his words. “I told you earlier that patience was a virtue,” He recounted. “But I have found my patience to be wearing thin with you and your insolence.” A lecture? Was he really lecturing you right now? Your thoughts distracted you and a rock slammed into your shoulder.

Refocusing, the force guided you once more as rocks whirred past your ear, never missing an inflection of your master’s words. “You have been fighting by my side for so long, but something hinders you from your full potential, from your ability to truly be worthy of my teachings.” Maul grabbed his chin thoughtfully as he stared at the ground.

“What is it? I will do anything to be a worthy apprentice to you master.” You pleaded, pausing your movements for a moment to show your master your dedication to him. The hesitation allowed for a rock to nearly crash into the back of your head, but you caught it with your bare hand, a dark expression mirrored in its glossy texture before you threw it at another rock headed for your rib cage.

“I know you will apprentice, I can see the lengths you’ll go to gain my approval.” Maul smirked at this, sensing the turmoil in you his words had caused.

“What? No, no I- I don’t need your approval. That’s not what I-“ You weren’t quick enough to avoid the massive stone that smacked you in the face and knocked you onto the ground again.

“So you don’t crave the approval of your teacher?” Maul inquired. “What would be the point in me teaching you?” Your face began to heat up as you regretted telling him that bold faced lie. And it appeared he knew of your lie, with the sly smirk pulling at the corners of his lips that would make you collapse onto the floor if you weren’t already rolling around trying to avoid the rocks raining down on you.

He was bringing to light something you’d been repressing for a long time, pushed so far back into your subconscious that you nearly forgot about it. Hoping that it would go away, it only festered and manifested as the annoying remarks you used to prod at him with. It was a miracle he still put up with you and your petty insults.

You didn't like it when he prodded back, not only was it distracting you from the situation at hand, but it was also stirring something in the pit of your stomach that you didn't know if you liked or not. "I sense your distress Apprentice, perhaps I could alleviate some of that distress, only if you so desired." Suddenly the rocks ceased their hurried soaring and returned to their respective misshapen columns. You sighed in relief as you laid down on the cold platform that somehow wasn't scratched by all the flying rocks slamming into it's surface.

Nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing echoed throughout the clearing, which was soon accompanied by the sound of Maul's metallic limbs clacking against the platform. He peered over you expectantly, but when you failed to get up when he wanted you, to he rolled his eyes and outstretched a hand to you.

Giving him a coy smile, you took his hand and allowed him to pull you up onto your feet. But instead of letting go of your hand, like you expected, he gripped it tightly and held you close to him. His intense glare felt as if it pierced through your soul, it searched your eyes first.

It was like he was searching for a memory, a conformation for some question he harbored deep in his two hearts, but it didn't feel like he was in your mind. He's used his powers with the force to peer into your memories, to try to find any emotions or insecurities that he could exploit, but now all he was doing was gazing into your eyes with a sense of urgency that you could sense yourself.

After he was finished scrutinizing your eyes, he did a once-over of your entire frame, drinking in every aspect of your body in search of a nervous tick, a bead of sweat, a shuffle of the feet. What he didn't expect was the softness of your skin under his fingers, the alluring effect of your aura that he could see through the force, the sweetness of your scent that he was sensitive to because of his enhanced olfactory senses courtesy of his species.

Before he could lose control, he let go of your hand, but he couldn't help himself from teasing you and getting under your skin with his words. "I can feel your past being the very thing that prevents you from fulfilling your desires," He said lowly, and started circling you as you were frozen in place.

His words, his actions, they all had you feeling like worms were swimming in the bottom of your stomach. The retched emotions you worked so hard to keep from even your knowledge were now rocketing up to the front of your mind like someone sinking to the bottom of the ocean and suddenly pulling the string to inflate their safety vest and rapidly floating to the surface of the ocean, the threat of decompression sickness looming ever-closer.

"I don't know what you mean Master." He laughed, taking a deep and dramatic sigh at the end of his bellowing laughter. "Oh how ironic, even in the face of opportunity to have all you have ever wanted..." He paused and brought his mouth to your ear. "...All you have ever needed."

The teasing lilt in his voice, the feeling of his breath on your ear, it had to be deliberate, he knew what he was doing to you.

"You still cling to the teachings of the Jedi, despite your claims to having let go of your past." What he was referring to was obvious, but you didn't dare give him any indication that he was right.

A shiver ran down your spine as he retracted from your ear, and he looked you up and down again, his eyebrow raised in an almost disapproving look. "Your lesson was more than just being aware what's around you..." He was so tantalizingly close, the desire to drown in his scent and his embrace growing more and more intense by the second. "It was also to be aware of your intrinsic desires." You could feel his breath on your lips, and before you gave in to your craving for his touch you looked at his lips and then back up to his golden eyes. He did the same, looking for a sign that you actually wanted this. Despite his outwardly appearance and persona, he would never want to do something to drive you away from him.

You nodded slightly and he promptly grabbed you by the waist and brushed his lips against yours, giving one last moment to tease you, and keep you on the edge of your seat.

Growing impatient, you stood on the balls of your feet, closing the miniscule distance between the two of you and finally feeling his warmth engulf your entire being. The warmth of his embrace, while searing and abrasive, characteristic of a Sith Lord, was inviting and comforting. You felt safe with his arms around you, and the abrasiveness only made you crave for more of it. It made you feel powerful, and while you failed to admit it to even yourself, you yearned for power like this. However, Maul could definitely sense it within you, so he happily indulged you in it.

The force of the kiss knocked you back, but luckily you stumbled into a nearby column, allowing Maul to pin you against it. The muffled growls of the Zabrak shot tremors down your throat as you allowed your hands to desperately roam under his tunic and feel the beating of his hearts. His incisors nipped at your lower lip, and his tongue entered your mouth. The gentleness of his touch had you weak at the knees, it was like he was afraid to hurt you. It was sweet, and you reveled in this new side of him that he’d never shown anyone else, it was reserved for you now and forever.

Maul broke the kiss and grazed his lips delicately and deliberately across your jaw and to your ear. “Does my touch send shivers down your spine Apprentice?” His question was confirmed as you shivered from the hot air tickling your ear. He laughed lowly at your reaction and began trailing kisses down to your neck, earning a surprised gasp from you at the new sensation.

This position gave your perfect access to peer at the zabrak’s horns sitting atop the crown of his head. Curiosity overtook you as you caressed his horns thoughtfully, oblivious of effect it had on him.

It was like a switch that had flipped, deep in his most primal instincts, and he growled into the skin of your neck, his teeth grazing the skin before biting down into your flesh, only putting enough pressure to leave a significant bruise on your neck.

He laced his fingers with yours as he pinned both of your arms near your head, pushing closer into you desperately trying to sink deeper into you, your scent, your warmth, your everything.

The display ended with the two of you staring into each other’s eyes as you panted. It was no sparring match with Maul but it sure took the energy out of you, especially after training.

Maul stared back fondly, and found his hand cupping your cheek. This moment solidified your bond to the Sith Lord, crudely speaking, both of your scents were on each other. Intertwined til the end of time.

You gave each other a final kiss before beginning your walk back to the ship.

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pixie88 · 3 years

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On Pause

Chapter 22 - Always the Bridesmaid.

A/N: Please don’t hate me for this chapter. 1 Chapter left of ATB, that will be out within the next week. Thank you again to all those following this story and continue to follow it, you have no idea how much it means to me that you take the time to read. 😘

Please if you don’t like this series ask to be untagged or don’t read.

Read previous chapters HERE!

Warnings: Fluff & Mild NSFW

Word Count: 1967

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy! 😘

"Laila....?" he looks over to her for a second, "Like give up my flat permanently?" her voice is a whisper, she quickly sobers up "Well, yeah or I could move into yours if you don't want to move to mine?" she goes to speak but nothing comes out "Laila? What do you think?" he asks.

"Erm...I...errr....don't you think it's a little too soon?" he seems a little taken aback by her answer "But you're practically living there now, so what's the difference?" she knows what he's saying is right "But I..always have the option to go back home. If I move in to yours I don't have the option anymore"

"So you don't want to move into mine because you won't have an option to go back home?" he asks her confused "Harry, it's a big step....we've only been together 3 months. If this doesn't work out....I'd have to go back to square one again. Buy a new flat, new things" he pulls up outside his flat "That's what you're waiting on? Us to fail?" he seems a little hurt when he asks.

He takes the keys out of the ignition "NO! I didn't say that, I just meant we haven't been official for long and moving in...together...now. Well, it's a bit too soon!" he sighs, "Basically, I'm good enough to keep you safe from Vicky but to permanently move in I'm not?" he almost hisses at her "NO!! Don't put words in my mouth! Harry...I would love nothing more than to live with you permanently but when the time is right"

"That's the thing.... I don't think the time will ever be right," he gets out of the car slamming his door, without looking back at her, he walks through the main entrance and heads towards the stairs.

She sighs, knowing she's hurt him, but she doesn't want to rush into things for it to blow up in her face. She knows it's not just living that she's scares her... it's also losing him.

She gets out of the car and makes her way up, when she steps inside, the flat is dark. She wanders towards the living room which is dark flipping the lights on she saw him sat on the sofa with his head in his hands "Harry, I'm sorry, but I'm just not ready," he runs his hands down his face "I was thinking maybe I should go back to mine..." he stands and turns towards her "Do what you want! I don't want you to think I've taken that option away from you" he says as he passes her.

"Harry, don't be like that! I just think it would be moving too fast..." he cuts her off "You think we are moving too fast? OK, then sweetheart lets slow it right down....I think we should take a break to figure out what we want" Laila's blood runs cold "What?! Harry..." he turns away from her walks into the bathroom and closes the door.

She realises this isn't up for discussion.

After he closed the bathroom door, Laila heard the bath starting to fill, she stormed into the bedroom, grabbed her bag and packed just the stuff she needed before leaving the flat without waiting for him to finish in the bathroom.

She takes the tube as she's had too much to drink to drive home.

The next day.

She wakes her head is pounding, she woke up hoping last night was a bad dream, but reality hit and she realised it wasn't a dream. She turned off her phone when she got in last night, she didn't want to speak to anyone today.

After she got up and dressed, she needed to get some shopping in. She was in the supermarket trying to decide which pizza to get "You alright Laila?" she turned where she spots Ivie "Oh hey Ivie! How are you?" she puts on a fake smile, "I'm great thanks! You? How's your boyfriend?" Laila tries to smile but Ivie notices her eyes start to gloss over "Oh dear! Laila what's happened? Why don't we grab a coffee from the cafe upstairs and have a chat"

Ivie takes Laila's arm and leads her upstairs "You take a seat and I'll get these. Coffee is it?" Laila nods as she sits down at a table, she watches the shoppers below. The couples buying groceries together... Why didn't I just move in with him? Would be better than how I'm feeling now! She thought.

"Here you go, duck," Ivie says placing her coffee in front of her, "Do you want to tell me what happened?" Ivie asks. Taking a deep breath Laila relaid what happened last night to Ivie when she's finished Ivie sighs "You know me and my Archie split for 2 years in the begin, then we had 45 wonderful years together before he passed away. So, Laila don't see this as the end, it's the beginning you both just want to make sure you are ready for the next step that's all!" she smiles at her.

After her talk with Ivie, Laila feels a little lighter. She decides to go and pick up her car from his place, when she arrived his car was gone. She was a little disappointed, but knew they needed space.

Over the next few days or so Laila went into a routine she'd get up, shower, have breakfast, head to work, work all day, lock up head home, have dinner, a bath then bed. She worked on her days off and was the first to offer to cover another stylist if they needed, the truth was she didn't want to go home because it was quiet and she would do nothing but just sit there thinking about Harry and what's he doing.

She still ignored the world she muted all chats after she told her family, she was fine, but she needed time.

She saw Harry had messaged her, she sent a quick message back.

One week turned into two of the same routines .

That night Laila ordered a pizza after she had a shower and decided to binge on Netflix, the buzzer went she went over to the intercom and buzzed up the delivery guy. As she opens the door, she's greeted by a big bouquet, she can't see the delivery guy behind them, "Oh, wow..." the flowers drop revealing his boyish smile and his ocean blue eyes.

"Harry?" she wasn't expecting to see him, suddenly she becomes self conscious of how she looked "Can I come in?" he pleads with her, she nods moving aside, so he could come inside. They make their way into the living room and he takes a seat on the sofa, placing the flowers down on the table. A ringlet of his hair drapes down wet from the rain as his coat was also wet "You look beautiful," he says as she sits down with space between them.

"Thanks, how are you?" she asks, he lets out a small laugh as he shook his head "Honestly?" She nods "Absolutely miserable!" he moves closer to her "Laila, I miss you!" he cups her face and she smiles "I know it's stupid considering I was the one that said we should take a break, but I thought maybe that's what you needed because things were moving to fast for you. Worst idea ever, I've done nothing but pine for you! I may have even walked passed your work a couple of times just to get a glimpse of you"

She laughs "Stalker much," he laughs at her comment "But I miss you too" his lips crash to hers, its rough and passionate "Laila, please can we resume this," he whispers against her lips, she smirks "Resume? Harry, we aren't a video game," she laughs, "Fine, get back together, unpause, take me back, be mine! If you aren't ready to take that step..fine, but I just want you back" he says as he reclaims her lips.

Laila can't help smile against his lips, he pulls away "Is that a yes?" He asks her "I'm not sure I need a little more convincing" she smirk, his lips brush against her ear electrifying every nerve ending "Let's see if I can convince you" he peppers kisses along her neck and up to her lips.

He pulls her onto his lap until she's straddling him, her hands tangle in his hair. The kiss turns intense, they're both trying to catch, their breath but they don't break apart. Harry grasps the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it over her head and quickly moves to unclip her bra as his lips move down to her collarbone before he flings her bra off.

His lips move down to her chest, his tongue glazes her nipple making her gasp. His hand slips between the waistband of her shorts, the pads of his fingers parted her fold, he worked circles around her clit. She pulls his lips back to hers, her hands wander to push off his jacket, soon both their clothes have created a puddle on the floor.

His hips thrust up to meet hers "God, I've missed you" he hisses as he enters her, she's missed him just as much and he could tell by the way her body reacted to his touch. He drags his nails lightly against her spine, making her moan. Her hips moved faster, riding him harder. He groans against her collarbone..

Later.

Pulling their clothes back on, Harry pulls her to his chest "Was that convincing enough?" he kisses the top of her head. She pretends to think "Hmm...it depends!" she laughs,"Depends? Depends on what?" he smirks at her "If there is a round 2" she winks "OK, just give me 5 minutes to catch my breath"

She tuts "Harry Taylor, the personal trainer is out of breath? How disappointing!" she jokes, he lets out a small laugh, "But yes! I want to resume this....this break made me realise I was being silly. So, Mr. Taylor, will you level up with me?" she sits up to look at him "Level up?" he cocks his head to the side not understanding her question.

"Will you move in with me? Over the past 2 weeks I hated coming home and you haven't been here. It made me realise maybe I was more ready for the step than I thought" he smiles, his hand moves a strand of hair away from her face, "Of course, you didn't even need to ask. Could've just moved my stuff in!" she laughs, "We aren't living here!" she smirks.

"Oh, you could've just moved your stuff to mine..." she cuts him off "Nope, I want us both to sell our flats and find somewhere new"

"Whoa! Are you sure? Laila, that is a big step!" she looks at him confused "One, I want to take but I want you to be one hundred percent about," he says as she rolls her eyes at him and cups his face "Harry, I'm sure. I just want a place that is both of us! One we can decorate together, where it doesn't have yours or my stamp on it but ours"

She has no idea how happy she has made him, he watches her relay her ideas on what kinda place she wants.

He's missed that smile, those eyes, her laugh.

She stops talking realising he's just staring at her "What?" she asks, he gets up picking her up with him, "Come on, we'll get started on round 2" he walks them to her bedroom.

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 23.

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peachbearies · 3 years

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Poseidon E.Honoret

𑁍┊synopsis: Edwin and y/n have been together for months but have never taken it further into intimacy due to past relationships but today is one for the books.

𑁍┊Genre(s): Smut

𑁍┊Pairing: Edwin X Fem Reader

𑁍┊warning(s): soft choking, overstimulation, cursing, unprotected sex.

𑁍┊A/N: Mind of Poseidon has been in my head for days so I decided to write a smut about it I hope it’s good!

Proofread: yes/ no

Patiently dawdling for the boys to get off stage y/n scrolled through her tags on Instagram glimmering at how proud she is of the boys, touring with them has been a hassle but damn near worth it, getting out of her house away from a toxic environment. It felt like shimmering out of the water, her eyes wander up from her phone to be met with the man she fell in love with. Edwin was shouting along with the staff congratulating them for another tour date. Edwin was always shirtless by the end of a performance, it was either him or zion. Y/n was used to it, but today seemed different.

She felt the heat rise from the pit of her stomach, traveling through her veins to her cheeks. Letting out a desperate attempt of a sigh, she lingers back to her phone to read a post that happened to land on a hate comment. “Mi Amor don't believe none of that shit” Edwin tilt her head in between his thumb and index, his glistening skin creating moonlights under the light, his eyes holding a gaze of doubt.

“I don't, I just transpired to land on that post. You killed it out there baby” she smiles into his solace his thumb sweeps her cheeks. “I had a fucking blast tonight, something about today that it felt so good” his lips press against her ear already quivering in his touch “but you look rightfully adequate though” the spectacle she was embarking to stymie ignited up still. She laughs it off holding her hand on his wrist.

“Don't prevaricate, you don't glimmer like that when you're with me” she joked, Edwin hauled back with a stoic countenance “it's a farce sweetheart” she laughs “it better be” Edwin sternly ascertains. He plops next to her lobbing his arm around the davenport, she posteriors in his embrace her knees foraging her chest while his other hand fondled her exposed thighs. Nick walked in with a towel throwing one at Edwin that almost hit y/n in the face.

“Nick you wanna die tonight?!” she implored cackling afterward, “how many times you going to jump this man?” zion screeched, “as many times as I need to!” Edwin kisses in the crook of her neck to which she swivels her hand on his jawline.

“You missed me that much hm?” she taunts

“I haven't properly hung out with you in three days princess, of course, I miss your aggravating ass” she flicks his forehead earning a groan with a frown. Zion walks back in the room to see an Edwin in pain on the couch, and y/n smiling while pushing her hair behind her ears. “I swear Everytime I walk in the room Edwin is in pain because of you, you have no remorse” Zion chuckles at the end.

“No, he called me aggravating so I just showed him how aggravating I can be” she cupped his face before kissing his forehead repeatedly mumming soft “I’m sorry” and “I love you”, Zion shifts in his seat sinking into the leather couch “so you further proved his point? , but we all know you’re aggravating” Zion puffed out a cloud before choking a little

“Karma, you dusty tumbleweed” y/n snaps at him, Edwin’s tiny chuckles turn into loud laughters y/n had no choice but to join him in the laughter fest nick stumbling upon the couple scrunched his eyebrows. “Y’all are an evil couple” nick jokes.

When y/n and Edwin got to their hotel rooms, she couldn’t stop staring at his chiseled lines that formed on his stomach, the way his tattoo lines were glossed from the shower he just taken. “Get it together y/n” she mentally spoke to herself. As much as she was attracted to Edwin, they never did anything more than a makeout session. Ultimately Edwin left it up to her if they should go further after hearing the story of her ex boyfriend.

The way he would please himself and not her, if she did come before him, she had to figure out a way on her own. Her ex boyfriend brung down her confidence but a long shot. She didn’t feel comfortable wearing certain articles of clothing, never visited Edwin with light makeup, whenever they used to facetime, her screen was always paused or she’d tell him to FaceTime audio call. Edwin made her feel special reminded her everyday she is loved in the smallest ways. By taking her to get boba, random taco dates at the park.

Zoo visiting. The little things made her happy. Feeling tender endearments on her neck stirs her attention back to earth “what you thinking about princess?” He mumbles on her skin

“You, how much I love you” she lets out In a soft tone, if Edwin wasn’t so close he wouldn’t have caught it “mmm, I love you too darling, what we doing for the night or are we going to cuddle for the remainder of the night” looking up into his eyes, they follow each other’s movements, her hands caressing the structured lines that flexed his muscles, the veins in his hands as they gripped her waist was causing a heat to arise in her cheeks and stomach. Without thinking she cupped his face in her hands giving him a passionate kiss pulling his body on top of hers while she laid flat on the mattress.

His hands positioned on each side of the bed trapping her underneath him, Edwin towered over her as he deepened the kiss by bringing their bodies closer the metallic chains dangled on her skin, the cold sensation along with the passion trailed goosebumps up her spine to her arms. Her fingers caressing his undercut as he pulled away for air, both of their lips vibrant in hues of pink. “I want you” she whispered softly, Edwin maneuvered his fingers through her hair scanning her eyes for an sense of rejection. “You’re sure about this? I’ll wait as long as you want me too, okay?” He reminded her, y/n’s heart swelled even bigger for him.

“I’m entirely sure about this, I trust you so much. I love you so much” her eyes began to water in happiness and adoration, the man before her loved her so much and she loved him just as much “I love you more, this is about you, be vocal darling I’m trying to study everything about you” his plumped lips stickering on her skin from her neck down to her sternum , the tiny moles she had he kisses them all, the scars his lips lingered on longer. His slender fingers hooked on her skirt he found the zipper with ease before removing it from her body.

“I never got to tell you, but this new confidence of yours, looks so good on you” his lips kissing her inner thighs, before kissing the spot she ached for him the most, getting one quiver out her mouth was enough to make Edwin smirk his hands grabbing her ankles pulling her to the edge of the bed. Y/n gasped at his bold action holding her hands onto his forearm. Edwin raises up to her level stamping his lips onto hers before he travels in between her legs. “May I taste you?” He asks twirling her hair in between his fingers. “Please” she lets out desperately.

“Granted” his fingers lifts up the clothing soaking in between her slit, Edwin was so applaud by how beautiful her body is, everything about her screamed “goddess” to him, he felt like the luckiest man in the world to help her on a new journey of loving herself. His tongue lapping the juices produced just by a mere touch. She was puddy in his hands, her fingers reaching up to her mouth to suppress her moans, but Edwin wouldn’t allow it, grabbing her hands with one he wrapped his callouses around her wrists holding them on her stomach. “Hey, I said be vocal with me okay? I won’t ask nicely next time” her thighs quivering just by the sturdiness in his throat.

Letting go of her hands he trusted her to listen to him, his hands cupping the back of her of ankles made her head sink in the mattress, his tongue flicked on her needy bud, his fingers firmly pressed into her ankles, his tongue lapping up her slit creating a mess on his chin down to his Adam’s apple, he widen her legs to get further precision on her bundle of joy. “Oh my god” she desperately sighed, edwins chuckle sent vibration through her body that bought her closer to her edge, Edwin was make it harder for her to catch her breath as stayed in between her thighs her moans became louder by each lap of tongue.

Her pants were starting to break, Edwin loved the sight of her squirming in his hands. Every lap started to increase as she attempted to push him away from her clit, in order to not choke him with her thighs, but that it precisely what Edwin wanted. “Baby-“ she tried to warn him but the bubble in her throat stopped her. On his tongue he felt her twitch while her thighs closed, but he held them open his tongue swiping from left to right on her clit, her chest was heaving in a frenzy “oh my god Edwin” she practically screamed her nails raked down his forearm, her eyelashes prancing on her eyelids.

The rush of her blood made her body lift of the bed begging to close her legs, her second round rushing in fast, her words couldn’t form to tell Edwin what she really wanted. As her mouth opened by silence was taking her moans away, her toes curled with the hooks of her fingers in his hair. Edwin removed his face from the mess he created her legs closed shut with her body twitching without a single touch. Y/n looked up at him the glossy coat on his lips with the shimmer in his eyes made her body sink more into the mattress. “Mmh, you’re so beautiful princess” his eyes wander down to her lips, his lips engulfs hers as his fingers disappear in between her slit, a soft whimper echos throughout the kiss.

Edwins fingers pumps her needy hole, finding her g-spot like a pinned location her breath stammering as her nails grind into his back “look at you mamas, you look so beautiful” his other hand cupping her chin to look at him, the sounds of her juices and his palm repeatedly clapping against her clit. Edwin speeds up the pace moving his fingers in a circular motion, at this point her moans turned into desperate cries tbd louder they became the faster he went “fuck” she coherently “baby— baby I’m coming” a sentence she finally spoke since he’s started. Edwin kept going despite the tears of pleasure rolling down her face.

“I can’t— fuck baby” she grips his wrist while her legs squirm to calm her nerves. Edwin reached his hand down to rub her bud, her back lifting off the bed as she screams his name her juices coating his toned abs made her dig into his forearms while her body shivered “you did so well princess, only I can make you squirt like this” Edwin kissed her inner thigh as she continued to ride out her high. Her eyelashes batting at him slowly, she was seeing stars. Her fingers hooked on his pants attempting to unhook his belt.

Edwin watches how fucked out she looks but still wants more, he removes her hand taking off his clothing for her, she pumped him a couple of times before her thumb kneaded across his tip, she guided his tip into her, already twitching around his length. “You ready for this?” Edwin wipes her tear ducts “yes” was all she could form In that moment. Edwin slowly sinned into her seeing her eyes open slowly by each inch, when he was finally balls deep in, her legs were fumbling and her fingers were latched onto him. “Fuck you’re so beautiful” his fingers hooked underneath her knees as he pumped into her at a slow pace already making her grab the sheets. “Faster-“ she asked politely, her words made Edwin go feral, his thrusts were loud against her skin.

While her moans couldn’t be silenced anymore, the crescents in his forearm, made him almost rode out his high in this very moment but he held back, her legs now placed on his shoulder as their lips touched, his lips nibbling over her earlobe as he planted wet kisses along her neck. Her fingers combing through his freshly new hair cut. She could hear the sounds of how wet she is, the growls Edwin was letting out on her tepid skin as he drilled into her. Their eyes connected and she whispered ‘ I love you’s’ as she came for the what felt like the hundredth time, Edwin wrapped his hand around her throat lightly pressing force as she held his wrist with one of her hands.

Wet kisses connecting them together, beads of sweat dripping off onto her, then gliding onto the mattress, he thrusted into her a couple of times getting her attention on him, her legs wrapped around him in a fight to close,only made him go harder. The collision of their bodies engulfing each other caused her to whimper in euphoria. “I’m coming princess, you’re so beautiful” he wipes her hair back from her face, planting kisses to the crown of her hair.

“Fuck— I’m coming” she announced to him. Pulling his length out, his tip rubbed against her clit helping her ride out her high before he came on her stomach. She twitched at the soft touches of his manhood sliding in between her folds. “Mm edwin” Edwin shushed her with a kiss “I promise I’m done, I just wanted you to know how it feels when you come too baby” he kisses her softly before going to the bathroom to retrieve a damp warm cloth.

“Thank you” she mumbled “for what mi amor?” He asked cleaning her tummy off along with her sensitive spot, she flinched grabbing his wrist with a soft whimper “I’m sorry love” he chuckled a little “no you’re not” she rebuttals, lifting her up he helps her in the bathroom where he already had a bath ready for them.

“Baby” she pouts, Edwin shushed her with a soft endearment, grabbing her hand and helping her in. “ you deserve it”

Edwin laid his chin on her head as they cuddled in the bed, her soft breaths on her chest made him feel so serene, Edwin looked at her sleeping face smiling softly. “I love you so much, I hope you know that” kissing her cheeks he closed his eyes.

“I love you too baby, I hope you’re happy with me” she replied to which he responded by bringing her closer to him nose nuzzled in his neck his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

“ I am”

#edwin honoret #prettymuchimagines #prettymuch #prettymuch edwin #prettymuch smut

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diamonddoestmblr · 3 years

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Today was a rough one. In no way has it been bad, but it's been a lot.

Wednesdays are my weekly collection release days. Because of my schedule I haven't set an exact time for my releases, but they always happen.

There was so much to be done today and if I'm being honest not everything got done. The chores at my house remain neglected as I focused purely on the release, laundry, and social interactions.

(No, not in person, these are still COVID-times.)

Despite being fairly simple, it takes quite a lot of work and a good amount of touch to get everything ready for a release, so where as that did take a good bit of time, I did have one particular conversation today that lasted over an hour.

Oh, and when I say laundry, I mean I did two weeks worth of clothes and my bedding, so it was an all day thing.

These lengths of conversations aren't uncommon in my life. I have such wonderful, beautiful, talented friends and they all deserve my full attention.

Now you may be wondering who grabbed so much attention from me today. It was the beautiful wife of the man I've been seeing recently.

I can imagine out of context that may sound very scary, however we're all polyamorous and in no way was this some sort of confrontation.

Both her and her husband are such wonderful and beautiful people. They're strong, disciplined, sexy, successful, smart, inspiring, and well aligned. (Not to mention they're also cat people!)

It wasn't until here recently that she had reached out to me through one of the social medias. Since they're newer to the lifestyle I wanted her to be comfortable enough before talking to me, so I hadn't reached out myself.

Besides, it had only been a couple of dates and I know it's hard dating in the poly community when you live in a conservative state. It's much better to be apprehensive at first in these kinds of situations. Just like dating in any situation, many people are just not the right fit. Until someone that does fit well into your dynamic comes along it can be quite discouraging.

I've had so many crazy experiences with polyamory. Whether my own or just stories from my poly peers. Everything from someone claiming polymory as a way to cheat on their spouse to, despite clearly defined boundaries, trying to break marriages.

It saddens me that we don't get to hear about healthy poly relationships very much. It's such a magical thing to experience. When everyone loves each other and everyone's boundaries are not only communicated, but respected.. I can't even begin to describe the level of uplifting it is.

All this said, just as healthy polyamory tends to do, they've inspired me. I have an idea for a book that I want to write. Something to bring more representation and light to both polyamory and nonbinary. (Which is what I identify as. Pronouns do not matter to me: they/she/he.)

Though I'm not sure how to tell them that they've inspired this within me (because I want this to book to be about a relationship developing well into long term polyamory and I don't want them to feel any pressure that the book is about them specifically), I am thankful and grateful for that spark needed to ignite those passionate ideas that writers stay up too late writing about.

Thank you both, I am so lucky.

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