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hearts4chriss · 1 month

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Slice of Pizza.

Horny!Chris + Jake’s!little sister

prompt: your filming with ur brother Jake and the sturniolo triplets ur meeting for the first time, you and Chris had already been secretly talking behind their backs, he finally gets to meet you in person. After the videos over he offers to take you home and he can’t resist

Contains: public teasing, horny Chris, pet names (ma, mama, sweetheart??, baby, good girl, my girl, princess), m!oral receiving, unprotected sex ( wrap before u tap ), doggy , dirty talk, phat ass reader, creampie yktv

a/n- a lot of ppl wanted this one hope u like :)) ALL CREDS DUE TO ANYONE WHO INSPIRED ME ILYSM !! ( tags ran out )

fuck fuck fuck fuck

Today was the day.

My brother Jake and I were collaborating with the sturniolo triplets, and I was so so nervous.

The main reason is that I was talking too one of them, Chris sturniolo.

We’d been talking for a little over a month and I was actually gonna meet him, but the thing is.

His brothers and my older brother Jake have no idea we’ve been talking.

let alone how much of a freak he is, as well as I am.

We’ve sent each other, images and texts and said things but I was going insane over meeting this man.

I had decided to reach out to one of my brothers friends and ex Tara fucking yummy.

my baby💞🫂

Tara help me, yk how I’ve been talking to Chris?

I’m fucking meeting him tdy bc Jake and I are collabing w the triplets.

taraa💋

baby you’ll be okayyyy

he wants you so bad trust

Chris is gonna beg to fuck you js wait 😛😛

My cheeks grew a pink hue just thinking of that, it was obviously Chris is very attractive and I’d love to have him fuck the absolute shit out of me.

so there I sat in my room wearing this outfit praying too impress him.

A white mini skirt and a fitted skims crop tank pushing my tits up even more highlighting my figure as I threw a grey zip up over it.

I walked downstairs being greeted with my brother.

Finally, took all day. Jake rolled his eyes and I stuck my tongue out

shut up come on I wanna meet these kids. I chuckle and he raised an eyebrow at me but didn't utter a word as we hoped in the car and began driving too the location.

We got there pretty quickly and I thankfully hadn't seen a text from chris today which calmed my nerves, but it was until I saw him standing outside of my car along with matt and nick.

I quickly got out the car.

holy- shit. was all I could utter under my breath at the 3 same faced men.

Matt had tattoos which i'd always loved and he was fairly attractive.

Nick also had tattoos and he was absolutely adorable I could see us becoming close.

Chris.

The one of three i'd been "sexting" and oh my fuck he was so attractive.

He had a small stubble but not too much, his pink plump lips i'd been dying too kiss and lord the all grey- I could see his dick outline was he not wearing boxers??

wow kid ur short. Chris chuckled reaching in too give me a hug

hey baby, I finally get too meet your fine ass. He whispered low enough in my ear so I could feel a wetness grow in my panties seeping from my cunt.

Hey chris! we wanna hug her too! Nick rolled his eyes pulling me in for a hug.

ur so pretty holy shit- nick said softly and i smiled giving him a thank you.

Why am I last? Matt rolled his eyes playfully and I gave him a tighter hug than the rest.

Alright, can I have my sister back? My older brother basically emerged from his tesla and they all gave me a smile and we piled into the car as we pulled out foods from, McDonalds, a pizza place, Wendy's and more.

I sat in the passenger seat and Chris in the driver whilst nick matt and jake were in the back and he started the intro

“Hey guys welcome back to another video, this time I’m actually In my car, I’m joined by…”

Y/n Webber, the better sibling. I give the camera a wave and Jake rolls his eyes at me

“And also this collab was highly requested so…”

“Nick, Matt and Chris are with us today the sturniolo triplets!” As we all clapped for a bit.

"So today we are gonna be eating a bunch of our favourite foods and just talking and yeah that’s it!" I smiled.

"McDonald’s first?" Chris asked and everyone nodded as we each grabbed fries.

The video was super funny, Chris kept making me and everyone else laugh as well as nick and Matt attacking him it made the whole thing better. Until…

"Alright last thing?" I asked and everyone nodded

I opened the pizza box letting everyone grab a piece, I watched how Chris’s almost slipped so I helped him.

"They weren’t wrong, you are the clumsiest one". I let out a soft laugh and he rolled his eyes

"Yeah yeah". Chris chuckled and I held up the pizza for him as he looked me in the eyes, god I felt something. As he shook his head slowly trying to get a bite he managed to do so after about 7 seconds.

"Is it good bro? "Matt asked him and I let out a laugh as well as nick and my brother

"Shut up Matt". Chris spoke in a monotone and everyone laughed at that as if he wasn’t just fucking teasing me, so I decided to get him back.

"Guys it’s kinda hot-" I say unzipping my jacket Chris’s eyes follow my hand on the zipper

"Right I was gonna say".. Nick chuckles eating his pizza.

I take off my hoodie leaving my tank top as is my tits sitting perfectly upright and I noticed Chris’s eyes and I smirked continuing to eat my pizza occasionally licking the grease off my fingers looking him in the eyes.

Paybacks a bitch huh

little did I know, Chris was a fucking freak

"what did you say too my brother to even allow me to be alone with you". I let out a laugh and he chuckled pulling me onto the couch.

"Im good with words baby. He gave me a small wink before pulling me onto his lap for a kiss".

"Mmm this was well worth the wait". Chris mumbles in between kisses before grabbing my ass making me gasp as he slipped his tongue into my mouth as they played together.

He moved me on his lap, groaning as my clit rubbed on his growing boner.

"Fuck- I need ur mouth so bad" - Chris rested his head on my shoulder before tapping my ass signaling me to get up.

I got on my knees and leaned up pulling down his sweatpants along with his boxers watching his cock spring out and my eyes grow wide.

The length of it wasn’t even describable, let alone the girth, the tip was a dark pink and the veins going up the side had my panties dripping.

"you gonna suck me off or keep staring because I love the sight baby". Chris smirked biting his lip down at me and I wrap my hand around him and he moaned softly.

"baby.. please I need you- been waiting so long for you to do this" - he pleaded, almost in a whiny voice of need for me and I’d been waiting to do this.

I kiss his tip first before spitting on his cock stroking him and he throws his head back on the couch cushion.

I wrap my lips around his cock hollowing my cheeks as I began to suck him off sloppily and his hand gravitated towards my hair.

"oh fuck- just like that" - he moaned softly his eyes fluttering shut his mouth slightly agape as his chest heaved as he felt my plump lips wrap around him beginning to deep throat his dick

"oh shit ma- feels so fuckin good" - he shudders on his words as his eyes open looking down at me sucking his cock, the sound of my gagging on him were enough to make him squirm, Chris’s large hand on my head guiding me while running it in my hair.

Sucking Chris off was an experience I’d never forget and the fact I was making him feel so good whilst doing it only made my thighs clench together with anticipation, needing his cock buried inside me.

his hips occasionally thrusting allowing his tip to hit the back of my throat aggressively knowing I’d be sore tomorrow.

"F-fuckk love that pretty mouth on my dick" - he shudders when my nose presses against his lower abdomen as I deep-throat him having to hollow my cheeks due to his size.

Chris always told me he loved sloppy head and that’s exactly what I was giving him, salvia and his pre cum was running down my chin whilst spit bubbles formed on the corners of my mouth and my mascara was sweating off from the tears in my eyes.

"God you look so fucking pretty sucking me off baby" - he praised, breaths in between each word pulling on my hair slightly tighter as we made eye contact and he moaned at the sight.

"there’s my girl, keep ur eyes on me, wanna see that pretty face- shit" - Chris tried to maintain eye contact with me as best he could, but the way I was looking at him alone made him cum deep in my mouth filling it to the brim and a deep moan as he came.

Chris’s cum smeared along my lips as I swallowed it and getting up off my knees and he smiled.

"C’mere, I gotta stretch you out". Chris’s fingers pressed against my panties and I moaned softly at the touch and he chuckled.

"Hold on baby, you’ll thank me later, trust me". He smirked sliding two of his fingers inside my sopping cunt making me squeal.

"Shit Chris" - I moaned as he held me by my waist on his lap stretching me out for a bit.

"hold on ma, I don’t want you to get hurt". He kissed my cheek curling his fingers making me moan in his ear.

"You feel stretched out?" He rubs my back and I nodded

"I need words princess". Chris spanked my ass and I jolted.

"Yes yes! I do, please Chris- please fuck me" - I beg and he halts his movements sliding his fingers out of me.

"On all 4s for me and strip". He taps my ass and I do so getting on the couch pealing my panties and skirt off along with my tank top allowing me to be bare for him.

"Your so beautiful, gonna fuck this pussy so good" - he pulled his sweats down fully positioning himself behind me rubbing his cock between my folds making me whimper with frustration and his hand came down smacking my ass.

"Patience baby, such a needy girl". Chris shakes his head before gripping my hips pushing himself inside me making my back arch at the girth and sudden sharp pain from the stretch.

"Chris I-it’s not gonna fit" - I cry out and he massages my hip reassuringly.

"shh it’s okay just tell me when, take ur time". He whispered, I took some deep breaths as I felt my body finally adjust to him.

"Y-you can move now" - I sigh deeply and he holds my hips beginning to thrust slowly at first.

"Oh fuck- m’faster" - I moan peering behind my shoulder and he gives me a sly smile before picking up the paste making my jaw hang open as his hips came in contact harshly with my ass.

"shit- ur so tight ma" - Chris groaned his hands grip my ass occasionally letting go to give it a slap rubbing over the soft skin.

"oh god- ur so deep Chris" - i drop my head breathing heavily before he grips my hair thrusting harder.

"huh? I wanna hear that again". He holds his grip firmly waiting for me to respond as I’m dazed out on his cock.

"f-fuck! Your so- deep" - I moan in between words shuddering in his grasp as he releases his grip from my hair gravitating towards my hips again.

"that’s a good girl" - Chris praised rutting his hips into mine, the sound of our bodies connecting and my moans and heavy breathing along with his filled the empty room creating a sex aroma

"shit Chriss" - I dragged out moaning as he arched my back making his cock reach depths I don’t think we’re possible before he paused.

"W-what are you doing?!" I whimper in frustration and he shushed me.

"I wanna watch you fuck yourself on my cock can you do that for me?" He whispers into my neck, tickling my skin, his raspy voice going to my core.

I positioned myself on my forearms arching my back beginning to move my hips back and forth on his dick and he moaned in response holding my hip for comfort.

"fuck- keep throwing that shit back on me ma" - Chris shuddered, biting his lip at the sight, my moans shooting to his throbbing cock as well as my moans fueling his ego and filling his ears

"fuckk yes- feels so good- I cried out". clenching my fists at the pleasure and the angle his dick was hitting, the tip feeling on my g spot made me shake each time.

Chris was in heaven, just the sight of this could've made him cum inside me.

"shit- there you go baby- love that ass" - he lets out a deep groan laying a smack across my cheeks making me squeal as he rubs over the soft skin as I continued fucking myself on his cock, picking up the pace, our breathing syncing picking up.

"oh shitt- yes yess!" I squirm and shake ever so slightly as his tip kisses my most sensitive spot.

"Looks like I found it". He mumbles to himself before grabbing my hips beginning to thrust his own into mine making my jaw hang open whilst only heavy breathing comes out

"shit- fucked you speechless?" He lets out a breathy moan and I can’t help but mimick his actions because he quite literally fucked me speechless.

"God you take me so well" - sound so pretty on my cock- he lays a harsh smack to my ass making me squeal out as I close my walls around him.

"Chris I-I’m gonna cum" - I turn my head to the side seeing his facial expression as my breath picks up fists clenched as his hand rubs my clit.

"come on baby give it to me" - he praises his fingers play with my pussy overstimulating it as I cried out Chris’s name repeatedly until I creamed his cock.

He pulls out painting white ropes on my back giving me a second to catch my breath.

"You okay?" Chris pants pulling me onto his lap.

"yeah I’m okay- that was- well worth it". I smile pushing the hair sticking to his forehead away.

All over a slice of pizza huh.

Shut up Chris. I roll my eyes as he presses kisses to my shoulder

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sketchguk · 7 months

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part time lover; jjk (teaser)

➳ pairing: investigative journalist!jeongguk x daycare teacher!reader. alternatively, spy!jeongguk x assassin!reader

➳ genre: smut, fluff, angst, fake marriage au, dad au, spy x family au

➵ word count: 484 (teaser) / 30.8k

➳ summary: there is no crime more perfect than marrying jeon jeongguk. your relationship is nothing more than a ruse - while your friends pester you for being perpetually single, jeongguk desperately needs a wife to complete the pristine image of a family, fooling his way through the parent interview at the nation’s most prestigious private school.

only time will tell how deep your lies will run as you find home in one another’s minds. because untangled in the moonlight, he is but a spy, exposing a secret world of corruption, and you, an assassin, ridding the streets of danger one hit at a time.

➳ warnings: themes of parenthood, raising a child, reader and jk are both orphans, reader has a past where she struggled with financially supporting her family, eldest daughter trauma, reader is insecure, fears of abandonment, mentions of violence and m*rder (but not explicit), mention of weapons (guns, knives, grenades, poison), jk has a bruise from boxing, descriptions of an explosion, blood is drawn twice (via kitchen knife and shrapnel from aforementioned explosion), (1) mention of weight loss, jk changes his appearance in an attempt to fit in, mention of a minor car crash, social drinking, scars (surgical/knife, bullet wounds), characters are liars for the sake of the plot, side characters are misogynists (satire), food descriptions, pet names (hers: angel, good girl, princess his: love).

➳ publish date: saturday, october 14th 8pm EST

➳ a/n: this fic is part of the "industry baby" collab hosted by the lovely @jeonjcngkook and @mercurygguk! i'm so happy to finally release this fic in honor of spy x family season 2!

smut warnings below the cut!

➳ smut warnings: virgin reader, sexual tension, body worship, nipple play, marking, oral (f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, unprotected sex, jk has a big dick, praising, stomach bulge, spitting, use of the word slut, marriage kink(?) he loves his wife so much, reader wants to be bred, cumshot

It’s well into the evening when Jeongguk walks you home. The path is quiet. It’s illuminated by the dim light of the street lamps. It feels like a scene from a movie you’ve once watched ー the origin of all your teenage fantasies. But this is real. You’re just a girl, standing in front of a boy, and that’s where it all begins.

“y/n?” The way he says your name brings you to a halt. His voice, although usually confident, is timid and uncertain. “I’ll see you tomorrow, right? We still have a lot to talk about.” He looks at you with stars in his eyes, although none of them belong to you, and they could never be yours.

Your lips press together in a tight line, nodding your head in affirmation. As you bid your goodbyes, you wonder if it would be inappropriate to give him a hug. After all, you’ve only just met the day prior, and this is nothing but pretend. Yet how will you ever grow accustomed to the touch of your husband?

Your arms remain crossed over your chest. You look down at your shoes, kicking a loose pebble at the front of your door, contemplating.

But he reaches for your hand, lightly grasping around your fingers. You jolt back as if he set your nerves aflame. Your gaze lifts toward his eyes, but it quickly lowers as Jeongguk descends down to one knee.

Your heart pounds against your chest, and you pray that he cannot hear it.

“I’m sorry I don’t have a proper ring…” He begins. “I hope you can accept this for now, and I swear I’ll get a diamond on your hand one day ー As big as you want.”

Jeongguk carefully pulls a small metal band from his pocket. It can easily be confused for the end piece of a keychain ー perhaps it’s something that his daughter had left behind in his coat, never to be remembered. But for Jeongguk, he knows perfectly well that it’s the pin from a grenade he had tossed the week prior on an escape mission. He slides the ring onto your finger, and although it is slightly too large, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I may not have been your first choice of a partner, and for all I know, I could have been dead last, but thank you for sticking by me. I swear I’ll take care of you. I’ll hold your heart with gentle hands, and I won’t ever let it break.”

After all, this is just pretend.

But for some reason, his voice sounds so earnest, and you almost believe him. To be frank, you never really cared about lavish weddings and seven carat diamonds. If you were to ever look for a companion, all you could ask for is an honest partner.

Too bad Jeon Jeongguk is anything but that.

check it out here!

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forest-hashira · 3 months

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'Til Death Do Us Part

hi everyone! this is my (first) entry for @kentopedia's "Love Through the Ages" collab/event! this is a retelling of the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, but with Gojo/Reader. if you want to know the full vibes for this, i listened to Moon Song and I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers on repeat while writing this.

read on ao3 here | wc: ~3.3k | cw: gn reader, satoru is a musician, major character death (reader), hurt no comfort, unhappy ending

Falling in love with you was easy. In fact, it was probably the easiest thing Satoru had ever done in his life; even easier than picking up the lyre as soon as he was strong enough to hold it; even easier than the singing lessons he’d outgrown the need for when he was still just a young boy; easier than charming every young woman he ever came across, leaving a long string of broken hearts in his wake.

But not you.

With you, he’d taken his time, had actually gotten to know you until it felt like he’d known you all his life; he knew your favorite season, what times you liked to take walks in the fields outside of town, even your favorite place to watch the sunset. He also knew that you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Falling in love with you was easy, and even after you’d fallen in love with him, too, asking you to marry him felt terrifying. But you said yes, and all that terror had melted into elation.

There was hardly any time at all between your engagement and your wedding, both of you eager to belong to each other forever, so in love it was almost painful. Though the wedding itself was small – and barely a month after Satoru proposed – it was the most joyful day in both of your lives. Being surrounded by the laughter of your loved ones, everyone dancing and enjoying good food and dancing had made you feel lighter than air, even long after the sun had set; for once, you weren’t even sad that you had missed watching it from your favorite spot.

Falling in love with you was easy. Loving you was easier. Losing you was the most painful thing Satoru had ever experienced.

It was only days after your wedding, after you had promised to be at one another’s side until the end, in the very field where you’d first told him you loved him, where you’d shared your first kiss.

You had cried out from a sharp pain in your ankle, and when both of you looked to see what it was, you watched a large snake disappear into the flowers. In a panic, Satoru had ripped the fabric of his tunic, wrapping it tightly around the wound, silently, desperately praying that the poison would move slow enough for him to get you back to the town, where he could only hope someone would know how to cure snake bites. He couldn’t lose you, not like this, not so soon after he’d made you his.

When he’d gone to carry you – to pick you up and rush back to town with you in his arms – he had seen your skin was already an unnaturally pale, ashen color, a sheen of sweat over your whole body.

“No,” he’d whispered, shaking his head, as if that would magically give him more time to save you. “No, no no no.”

You’d only smiled at him, though your eyes were already starting to go a little unfocused. “It’s too late, my love.” Your hands had tangled in the front of his tunic, the soft blue fabric crumpling so easily between your fingers. “But this isn’t such a bad place to die, is it? I’m with you, and the flowers are blooming, and the sun is shining.” With every word, you’d had to lean more and more of your weight into him, your legs losing strength by the second.

“Let’s just sit together for a moment, my love, and enjoy the breeze. I don’t want to be scared when I go.”

The words had nearly shattered Satoru, but he had nodded, easing both of you down to lay amongst the flowers, cradling you close to himself the whole time. He’d stared down at you without blinking, unwilling to miss a single heartbeat of the time he had left with you; the fact that you had looked up at him, too, was both a blessing and a curse.

“Don’t go,” he’d pleaded, throat tight with the tears he was fighting back. “I don’t want you to go. I love you.”

“I know,” you’d whispered back. “I don’t want to go, either. I love you, Satoru, and I wish we had more time, but we don’t.”

“It’s not fair.”

“No,” you’d agreed, a bittersweet smile on your lips. “It’s not fair. But neither is life. And I’m happy to have spent as much of mine with you as I got to.”

Words had failed him then, and he’d leaned down to press one last kiss to your lips, knowing deep down that this would be his last chance. And he had been right; you’d managed to return his kiss for a moment, before going completely still in his arms.

Satoru had stayed in that field with you and wept for hours after the warmth left your body, only forcing himself to stand and take both of you back to town when it began to grow dark and a chill drifted in on the breeze you had been so eager to feel in your last moments.

And so, he had carried you home, his eyes red-rimmed and swollen from crying, but his face otherwise blank, too numb to feel even grief at that moment. No one that saw him had tried to stop him, the sight of the typically lively musician so hollow, so quiet, had left everyone shaken.

The days after your death all blurred together; the only one that stuck out significantly from the others was the day of your funeral, because it was the only time he’d cleaned himself up and left the house, and even that was because Satoru knew he was expected to be there, the grieving husband to round out the picture of a Perfect Funeral. It had made him sick, and he’d excused himself as quickly as possible.

He spent much of his time crying, or staring at the wall, or ceiling, replaying that last afternoon with you, obsessing over how he could have done things differently, how he could have saved you, even if he knew logically it was pointless; what was done could not be undone, especially not death.

…Could it?

Once Satoru had the thought, he could not bring himself to abandon it, so he began instead to meticulously detail his plan.

The days were already growing colder, which meant that Lady Persephone had returned to her husband’s realm of the Underworld; perhaps he would be able to use that to his advantage.

Satoru had a purpose again, something to get him out of bed and moving; he had a goal to achieve, and no earthly force would stop him. He spent days polishing and tuning his instruments, and days longer composing and perfecting a song to play for the King and Queen of the Underworld; if he was going to convince the keepers of the dead to release one of their charges, everything needed to be perfect.

He was vaguely aware that a couple people – Suguru and Shoko, perhaps? Anything outside of his task was fuzzy at best – came to check on him occasionally, just as they had before he had manically begun to prepare to do the impossible. If they tried to talk him out of it, he can’t remember; even if they had tried, it wouldn’t have worked. His sole focus was on getting you back, and nothing would stand in his way.

By the time Satoru felt he had done everything he could to prepare for his journey, almost two weeks had passed since you’d died in his arms.

Your husband dressed warmly, both because he was unsure what to expect in the Underworld and because having your scarf wrapped around his neck gave him confidence that his plan would work; how could it not, when wearing the scarf wreathed him in your scent, as if you were already back with him again?

The sun was barely up when Satoru left your home, his lyre wrapped carefully in muslin and tucked into his bag. He knew the entrance to the Underworld was close enough to walk, but he didn’t know how long it would take him to get there, and he didn’t want to waste any time at all. Though he had left so early in the morning, there were still a few townspeople that saw him, asked him where he was going, but he ignored them all; conversation would only delay his journey, and he wouldn’t have that.

The musician made good time, all things considered, reaching the entrance to the Underworld about an hour past midday. He paused for a moment, took a deep breath to steel himself, then stepped forwards into the darkness.

He had no torch to light his way, but the path beneath his feet seemed to glow on its own, as if guiding him along; as if the Lord and Lady were expecting and didn’t want to be kept waiting because the foolish mortal lost his way. So, seeing no other option, he followed the soft, almost foggy glow as it led him deeper and deeper into the earth and – hopefully – to the throne room of Hades and Persephone.

Time didn’t quite feel the same below the surface – it felt thicker, somehow, and heavier, catching on his clothes and sticking to his skin like honey – which meant he had no idea how long he’d been walking. The only thing that kept him from panicking was the faintest scent of pomegranates, coming from the same direction the path seemed to lead.

Eventually, Satoru did reach the throne room, though he couldn’t have recalled what it looked like later if his life depended on it. For as much as he looked around, the whole room could have been made of diamonds and liquid gold could have rained from the ceiling; none of that mattered to him, because it had nothing to do with you. His gaze went straight to the couple in their thrones, and he fought to keep his nerves under control; now was not the moment to get stage fright for the first time in his life.

“Your Highness,” he said, bowing so low he felt the way his hair shifted to cooperate with gravity, the dusty purple of his undercut no longer hidden beneath the pale strands of his frosty hair, so white it practically glowed in the dusk of the throne room.

“What brings you to my realm, mortal?” Hades asked, his expression impassive, though his eyes simmered with something dangerous.

“I have come to play you a song,” Satoru answered simply, standing from his bow and removing his lyre from his bag, unwrapping the fabric from around it with great care. He adjusted his hold on the instrument until it sat nestled in his arms in the best position for him to play, then lifted his gaze back to the gods. “If it pleases my Lord and her Ladyship, of course.”

This was the one catch in his plan: if he was denied permission to play, he had no chance of returning home with you at his side.

“Oh, please?” Persephone turned to face her husband, a pleading expression on her face. “Let him play, my love. We never have mortal visitors, much less artists, and I want to hear what he’s prepared for us!”

The King of the Dead hesitated for a few moments, staring at his wife, but Satoru caught the way his smoldering eyes softened, the way the hard lines of his mouth eased, and the musician knew he would be allowed to play.

“My wife wishes to hear you play,” the god said, turning back to the man before him. “I hope you don’t disappoint her with your skills.”

With another, smaller bow, Satoru began to play, and soon thereafter began to sing. He sang about you: all the ways you loved him, and all the ways he loved you in return. He sang of his life before he met you: how he had played around, led people along and broken their hearts with his carelessness, simply because he was bored. He sang of your lives after you’d met: how you had brightened his mornings and sweetened his days and warmed his nights; how you had planned a future together you had never gotten to see. The harmonies from his lyre blended with the melodies of his voice, painting the image of you so vividly Satoru swore he could see your shape in front of him again.

It wasn’t until he finished his song that he realized he could see you there in front of him, though your form wavered around the edges, like you were a little less than solid. But you were there, and you were smiling, and he felt like falling to his knees and crawling to you right then and there; the only thing that stopped him was realizing that both Hades and Persephone were openly weeping.

He, Gojo Satoru, had brought gods to tears with his music, and with his love for you.

Emboldened by seeing your face again, Satoru spoke. “Please,” he begged, his voice eggshell-thin, cracking under the stress of his request. “Please don’t make me return home without my love. I cannot bear to make the journey alone again.”

At first he received only silence in response, and though he was not a patient man by nature, he forced himself to wait until he was spoken to, not wanting to risk upsetting the gods before him.

“Once a soul has entered the Underworld, it cannot be allowed to leave again,” Hades responded once he had composed himself, which felt like years after Satoru had made his plea. “I am very sorry.”

The musician felt his heart sink at the denial, and he began to consider begging to be allowed to stay, instead, if he couldn’t bring you back with him.

“Oh, please, my love,” Persephone cried, messily wiping the tears from her eyes as she gazed at her husband. “You let me go home again when my mother begged for my return. Why can’t you grant him this same mercy?”

“Because order must be maintained,” the Lord of the Underworld answered. “Rules must be followed, you know this. Your own return home has its own rules, after all.”

“Then give me rules I must abide by. I swear I will follow them as faithfully as possible.” Though he knew interrupting a conversation between gods could be dangerous, Satoru simply could not stop the words from tumbling from his lips.

“Please.” The goddess’s voice was petal-soft, a warm, hopefully breeze cutting through the chill of the Underworld.

The silence was heavy, crushing the air out of every part of the room, suffocating the musician where he stood. Despite the pain, Satoru only had eyes for you, your warm gaze giving him the strength to push through, to wait for Hades’s answer before completely giving up hope.

“If I let you both return to the surface world,” the god’s voice, though low and rough, rang out clear. “You must follow one rule.”

“Only one?” It seemed too good to be true.

“It is a difficult one.”

“Anything,” Satoru rushed out. “I’ll do anything.”

“You will lead the two of you out of the Underworld, but until you both are on the surface again, out of my domain, you are not to turn around. I promise you will not be alone, that you will return with your love, but you must not turn around before you leave this place. If you turn around, you will have to leave here alone, and you will never be allowed to return until your own death.”

“If I’m not allowed to turn around, are we at least allowed to speak to each other?”

“Yes, you can converse on the journey. Now, take your lover and go. Once you leave the throne room you must keep your back turned at all times until you reach the surface.”

Bowing deeply, Satoru thanked the god profusely for several moments, then straightened and stepped forward, reaching out and taking your hands, helping you from where you sat on the floor of the throne room.

“Let’s go home,” you said, smiling so sweetly at him it made his teeth ache. He nodded eagerly in agreement, taking just a moment longer to take in your features before guiding you to the entrance of the throne room.

“Are you ready?” he asks, turning to you one last time as the two of you stand in the threshold. “I’m not sure how long the journey back is, and if you grow tired we can’t stop.”

“I’m ready when you are,” was your answer, giving his hand a light squeeze to show you meant the words.

Satoru nodded back, once again pausing to admire your face, your smile, everything about you, before turning away, still holding your hand as he stepped out of the throne room and began the trek back to the surface, back home.

He was silent for a bit at first, feeling your hand in his enough to assure him you were there, but eventually both his nerves and his natural chattiness got the better of him. He said almost every thought that came to his mind, though he tried to make sure to ask as many questions as possible, eager to hear your answers, your sweet voice a soothing balm to his raw and frayed nerves.

The journey felt shorter this time around, though whether that was because he was retracing his footsteps, or some other strange property of time in the Underworld, Satoru couldn’t be sure. He wasn’t going to complain about it, either, because not turning to look at you was proving much more difficult than he had thought when he was first given the rule.

When he finally saw the entrance to the surface, sunlight still visible on the horizon, a beaming grin broke out across his face. “We’re nearly there,” he told you. “See? We’ve nearly made it.” Unable to help himself, he picked up his pace, still pulling you along behind him.

He didn’t notice your hand slipping from his own as he closed the last few paces to the entrance.

His joy was palpable as he practically leapt through the gates, back onto the surface, into the grass that waited for him as the sun began to set behind him.

“We did it!” Satoru cheered, spinning around to look at you. “Oh, my love, it feels so good to have you—” The sight of your sad smile had his gaze dropping to your feet.

You hadn’t yet crossed over the threshold.

And he had turned around and looked at you.

“No,” he begged, racing towards you, desperate for at least one last kiss, one last embrace, even if he could not keep you with him. “Please, my love, I’m so sorry.”

Before he could reach out and touch you, though, your shape had already begun to waver, rippling like the surface of a pool disturbed by the wind. You only shook your head, your smile never leaving your lips. “It’s okay,” you assured him. “I love you. I’ll see you again someday. Live well for me, okay?”

“I-I’ll try,” he choked out, tears thick in his voice even before they spilled from his eyes, though there was no stopping them as your form wavered more, then faded fully from sight.

He fell to his knees and wept, loud, heaving sobs, gripping handfuls of grass as he pressed his forehead to the ground, forced to mourn you a second time.

ok so this was baby's first sad ending/hurt no comfort so pls don't come for me if it was bad i'm so sorry idk how to do this i don't like sad endings but this is my favorite myth i couldn't bring myself to change the ending

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old-lorarri · 1 year

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❨ main f1 masterlist | football masterlist ❩

𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 → lewis hamilton x fem! actress! reader

after being caught together multiple times during summer break, people start to speculate if there is a new couple on the block, which leads to 2019 best-kept secrets coming out

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝟒𝟒 → lewis hamilton x fem! fashion designer! reader

a famous fashion designer is chosen as the theme for the met gala, which leads to a spiral and a revel of an iconic fashion couple

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this year silverstone has given the fans another gift more lewis and baby hamilton moments to melt fans hearts

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a missing royal and conspiracy with a duexmoi anon and the monaco annual gala reviling the new royal couple of the f1 world

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gossip sites catch on quick and they have now sniffed out a fresh relationship to expose between everyone's favourite tennis player and f1 driver

𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 → lewis hamilton x fem! russell! model! reader

after a shocker at singapore lewis is left seemily alone at the podium by everyone but his teammate's older sister and things get relived that should have stayed hidden | part 2

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 → lewis hamilton x fem! russell! model! reader

a secret relationship exposed and one very unhappy older brother leaves tensions in the team thank god carmen is there to fix it | part 1

𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐒 → lewis hamilton x fem! filipino! modle! gf! reader

six years and still no ring leave people dropping not so sutle hints asking when are there favourite couple gonna tie the knot little do they knew my man lewis had a plan

𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 → lewis hamilton x fem! model! reader

it's the end of the year and people are praying for Y/N's ig glow up and what the people ask for the people get

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐒 → lewis hamilton x fem! rapper! sneaker head! reader

everyone’s fav sneaker obsessed rapper goes on kick games and reminds everyone of how much of an amazing boyfriend lewis is

𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 → lewis hamilton x fem! mega famous! singer! reader

the it couple of the decade continue to slay in the past present and future and people can't get enough of them and there child. what can I say they are the moment

𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 → lewis hamilton x fem! kpop idol! reader

people always have an opinion on everything these days especially when it comes to relationships but sometimes people just need to keep there mouth shut

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the worlds best poker player and the worlds best driver both hatch a plan to make sure there teams is back to winning ways - by bankrupting the other

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lewis girlfriend is known for having a resting bitch face but what people also need to realise is she is an absolute sweetheart

𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄! 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 → lewis hamilton x fem! singer! reader

when everyone’s favourite couple’s sex tape leaks, all hell breaks loose + collab w/ @h4m1lt0ns | part 2

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 → lewis hamilton x fem! singer! reader

false alarm they aren't over people but something is coming that is going to break the internet in all the right ways + collab w/ @h4m1lt0ns | part 1

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘 → lewis hamilton x fem! surfer! reader

summer break brings out the best type of content surfer boy lewis provided by his very own surfer girl

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two of the sexiest tattooed people in the world are a couple and everyone loves them so much

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first performance in four years leads you to re-indulge in something that you vowed to quit, lewis isn't happy but at least roseco's on your side | part 2

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄'𝐒 → lewis hamilton x fem! wife! singer! reader

after the argument of the previous night lewis woke to an empty house, will it remain like that or will it change? | part 1

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potofstewie · 1 year

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Birthday Gift

Hey y'all! This is one (2/5) of my submissions for @renhoeku's Rengoku Birthday Month Collab. If you wish to join, then please check out their post regarding the collab!

Things to know: Oral (m. receiving), established relationship, public, Teacher x Teacher, almost caught, swallowing

W/C: 1.3k

This jumps straight into the smut so the cut is a precaution!

A soft, languid sigh flew from Kyojuro’s partially opened mouth as the ticking from his classroom’s clock and the pattering of rain filled the room. Incandescent eyes darted around, never resting on one particular object as he tried his hardest to not look down. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that if he looked down for a second, if he even glanced, at what was transpiring under his desk, he would come undone in an instant. A choked out groan resounded in his throat as his tip reached the back of your throat, a soft gag emitting from your throat. Today was Kyojuro’s birthday and you had been teasing him all day about his birthday gift.

Lingering yet subtle touches on his neck and arms, longing gazes and even loud dirty jokes shared between you and Tengen were more than enough clues for Kyojuro to pick up on. It left him anxious for the majority of the day, watching and waiting to see what you’d do. If you would wait until school ended to reward him for another year of aging or if you would pull him into a storage closet during break, thankfully you chose the former.

Kyojuro’s hands that had stayed on his desk, curled into tight fists as he suppressed a loud groan; feeling your nimble hands encase and move on his spit and precum-covered cock. He was grateful, truly, that his desk was positioned facing the doors, allowing a small cover of privacy from your sexual act. Nervous and overwhelmed eyes quickly darted in intervals to the door, his ears straining to hear passing footsteps and voices, praying to the heavens above that nobody would walk in. That a poor innocent student wouldn’t see their favorite history teacher being turned into a ball of clay by the hands of his fellow teacher.

Finding other things to distract his weak-willed eyes, he took sight at the partially graded papers, the uncapped red pen and his phone that were strewn around on his desk. A soft moan slipped out as you moved him out of your mouth with a soft pop, moving on to giving his cock kitten licks all over, your hand fondling his balls. Shutting his eyes for a moment, Kyojuro started to fight with himself. One side of him wanted to pick up his pen and resume his work, to come off as innocent and normal as possible in case anyone walked in. The other, more stronger, part of him wanted to hold the top of your head and the back of your neck, to aid you in your task of giving him sweet pleasure, to fill your throat with his hot seed.

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

Chimes from his phone snapped him out of his trance, drowning out the soft gags and squelches that were being produced. Picking up his phone, Kyojuro tried his best to focus on the multiple text messages his mother sent him; texts ranging from asking him what he wanted to do later that evening, to if you were going to join them and if he would get Senjuro from his volleyball practice. Before he could even formulate a proper response in his head, the phone rang; shining the contact name in his flushed face.

🔥Father🔥

Shit.

Your doe eyes looked up at your nervous boyfriend, mouth stopping its affection as you waited for his next move. As you gently placed your lips on his tip, your pussy pulsated at the situation. To give your boyfriend a blowjob in a room that anyone could barge in as well as have him be on the phone was exhilarating. As he answered the phone, you made a mental note to yourself to do this more often.

“Kyojuro? Are you still at the school?” His father’s voice called through the phone faintly, your ears curious about the conversation. Rehydrating his throat, Kyojuro answered in a shaky breath.

“Y-Yeah, I’m still here. I just have to finish up some stuff tha-” A soft yet barely restrained gasp escaped Kyojuro’s lips as you began to suck on his tip, challenging him. “T-That’s all. I’ll be home soon.” Clearing his throat, he awaited his father’s response.

“Well, alright. Your mother’s been trying to reach you so don’t ignore her messages. She also said to make sure you get Senjuro from practice today since it’s raining.”

“Y-Yes! I-I know, I got it.” Your boyfriend responded quickly, trying his best to speed up the conversation as you continued on with your torture. Your manicured nails slightly dug into his pants as you deepthroat him once more, swallowing the salty precum that had coated your mouth. Kyojuro quickly bit down on his knuckle, stifling a groan as he finally glanced down at the enchanting sight before him. Tears slightly coating your lashes as you finally made eye contact with him, hoping to maintain it.

As his eyes managed to stay connected with yours, his father continued on. “Ah, also, Fuku and Tomi send their regards and wish you a happy birthday. You remember them right? They still sell lunches at the train station. Anyway, your mother and I also tried to find a regular cake and a sweet potato p———” His father’s words began to fade out as Kyojuro could feel his orgasm steadily approaching. Finally admitting defeat, a large warm hand snaked to the top of your head and began to move you faster, your eyes watching Kyojuro close his own and lean his head back through a tear-blurred gaze.

As his mouth opened up and his hand lazily moved the phone away from his face, Kyojuro couldn’t help but block out everything but you. His furrowed eyebrows twitched as your soft gags started to pick up in pace, the volume slowly increasing as he fucked your throat with seemingly no mercy. As you endured your boyfriend’s newfound energy, you couldn’t help but be the one to worry. The situation seemed thrilling at first but now you were beyond terrified about the possibility of getting caught turning into a reality.

With one final push to your head, Kyojuro’s cock emptied in your throat. Dark fuzz tickled your nose as his iron hold kept you in place, your only option to swallow his hot cum as his orgasm washed over him. Kyojuro’s phone nearly dropped from his loose grasp as he slowly mouthed the word “fuck”. Kyojuro sighed heavily as his ears rang. With a soft grunt he slightly thrusted into your throat, making sure you swallowed every drop.

“Did you hear what I said, Kyojuro?”

“Wh-Huh?” Kyojuro stammered lazily, his eyes unshielding and looking up in a daze. Even though he was reeling from his orgasm, he still couldn’t get a proper grasp on what he was hearing. His face twitched with every suck and lick you gave his cock, doing your very best to clean him up.

“I said that there was no sweet potato pie so we settled on two regular cakes if that’s alright with you.” His father clarified, annoyance laced in his voice. “Get your head out of the clouds already, boy. Look, just don’t forget your brother and see if y/n will join us or if you two will do something separate. We’ll see you later.” And with the end call sound emitting from his phone, Kyojuro dropped it unceremoniously on his desk.

With a deep inhale, he sat up and gazed upon your tear streaked face, your lips very gently kissing his tip. Releasing a low chuckle that rumbled in his chest, Kyojuro gently stroked the side of your face, his warm thumb wiping away any stray tears. “You’re ridiculous, you know that right?”

With a short hum you smiled at him, pride welling in your chest at your accomplishment. “Happy Birthday, my dear.” Licking his tip again, Kyojuro’s cock slowly got hard again, clearly ready for another round.

“You can handle another round, right Sunflower?” He asked, honeyed words dripping from his addictive smile. A soft groan left his mouth as you began to fondle his still full balls.

“Absolutely.”

******

As the rain fell upon the earth around him, Senjuro shivered in place outside of the gymnasium; clothes soaked to the bone. As he clutched onto his drenched bookbag that he held over his head, only one question came to mind.

Where the hell was his brother?!

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raelyn-dreams · 7 months

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Any headcanons of your favorite enstars characters? 👀💫

I do indeed nonnie! Though tbh, these are kind of full-cast headcanons lol. Tysm for the ask 😊

Mika is still upset he wasn't included in the Sanrio collab, and angrily sewed plushies the entire day it was announced.

During practice for Artistic Partisan, Hiiro was under the impression that the prop spears were much heavier than they actually were, leading to him accidentally slamming one through the wall (and nearly impaling Shu).

We don't talk enough about how Knights are given swords for their performances. Like who thought this was a good idea. Even if they are dull and fake, do you know how terrifying it is to have Ritsu Sakuma come at you with a sword and a maniacal grin? Kaoru Hakaze does.

Kuro was basically acting as a mediator for the entirety of the Yuukyou Seishunka cover rehearsals (while Mika and Souma prayed their unit leaders wouldn't kill each other). Keito and Shu came to feel kinda bad about this as they were winding down, so they begrudgingly worked together to make him a gi, as a thank you and apology. Keito never wants to hear the words "proper quilter's knot" again, but it was worth it for the smile on Kuro's face.

Hiiro and Hinata both have...shaky histories with high places (Hiiro in !! main story after Rinne disowns him, and Hinata during Setsubun). Niki doesn't know the details, but he notices after a while, so they start having rooftop hang-outs on occasion to help them with it.

I really like the Hiiro-Hinata-Niki dorm as a whole actually (which...Hiiro and Hinata are two of my favs, and Niki's up there, so that's to be expected lol). I see a lot of potential with the three, and I think they'd really get each other.

Ibara visited Kaname once. It was a stupid and sentimental thing to do, really, and he had work that needed to be done, lives to prepare for...but he couldn't help but feel he owed it to him, the near-silent apology that passed his lips that day.

Also, veering into AU territory a bit, but I think if Kaname were to wake up and eventually get back into the industry (after lots of rehab + accommodations), he'd keep the HiMERU name, but drop the "cool" persona he tried to associate with it. Life is too short to care so much about the public's perception of him, and I feel he'd go in the opposite direction of Tatsumi, and become even more outspoken, which would make him a good Crazy:B candidate.

OreMERU (our HiMERU) and Kaname are going to need to talk. A lot. I think Kaname wouldn't quite forgive him and would be upset about the identity theft, but he also can't bring himself to hate him, as he can see why he did it and knows it's for him. There's a lot of guilt and misunderstanding on both sides (ntm Tatsumi, Jun, and everyone else's reactions), but I think they eventually get through it alright, and OreMERU would always be Kaname's "Onii-chan".

OreMERU is also gonna have an identity crisis, and tries to quit Crazy:B, but of course Rinne, Niki, and Kohaku aren't gonna let him just dip like that. There's a lot of panicking, some bad hairstyle decisions, but he comes out alright, and starts going by another stage name that's important to him in some way.

I'm sorry about the excessive Tojo headcanons nonnie, I fully read Obbligato for the first time last week (just knew the basics before) and it wrecked me asdfghjkl.

Anyways. Back to everyone else.

As Mika gets used to Shu's more lenient personality, he tries to see how much gore he can get away with in Valkyrie's art.

Shu tries so hard to respect Mika's artistic vision and encourage him, he really does. But he draws the line at real pigs brains on-stage, even if they are in jars ("But Oshi-san, it represents the breakin' o' the mind after they tried so hard ta conform ta the expectations they put on 'em and ended up slaughtered! It's perfect symbolism, ain't it?")

Adonis makes money on the side for Undead by acting as an interpreter for other units during lives and Q&As. It ends up so popular and profitable that ES actually ends up investing money in professional interpreters for all events, because the ES heads can be kind of good people for once I guess. As a treat.

Rei, Ritsu, Niki, Tatsumi, Eichi, and Kaname (if he rejoins the industry) start having a combined monthly interview to make up for ones they miss due to illness/disability. The college kids/anyone that's been sick or couldn't make their own interviews occasionally join in too (usually Chiaki, Mayoi, Nazuna, Shu, Leo, and Izumi). Rei feels personally attacked sometimes, but its overall fun and way less stressful than trying to make every interview for their own units.

Kuro/Shu/Mao/Izumi dorm have sewing nights. It started because Kuro and Shu already sew, and Izumi wanted to be able to make his own alterations as a model just in case. Mao ended up joining in as a way to de-stress from student council work, and they have a relatively pleasant time together.

Souma is canonically good at embroidery, so I like to think he ends up creating his own sword scabbards for different Akatsuki costumes using the skills he's picked up from it. They're very pretty, and he's very proud of them.

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vemuabhi · 6 months

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Accidentally in love?

Annyong Haseyo!! I have participated in another collab #dwtdcollab hosted by @nagumoan I hope you like this fic.

Pairing : Kaeya x Reader

Word count : 2.5K

Warnings : Yandere ; Modern AU ; House break

Summary : You always loved Kaeya one sided, but one accident had felt like changed him. But now you cannot let your feelings not be heard.

“What happened?”, you shook the shoulder of your friend Diluc as he sat heartbroken on the chair outside the Emergency ward.

“He didn’t speak a word since Kaeya was admitted in the hospital”, Eula adjusted her glasses as she looked at the door of the room Kaeya was in. What had happened? Just yesterday you had met those brothers and talked about your lives after college. Diluc and Kaeya were your college friends. After college, you couldn’t find friends like them no matter wherever you went. The two handsome men were your friends and that made some classmates be jealous of you, when you yourself didn’t knew how they both became so close to you too.

The two of them met you near a party, when you noticed the tan man, away from everyone else two blocks away from the party throwing up. The ginger was looking out of breath, even though he still looked breathtaking with that high pony. You pointed him towards the blue and even helped Diluc carry him towards his car. That’s how you three met. The next day in class, Kaeya recognised you and practically dragged you to Diluc. Ever since you three have been inseparable. After College, sometimes you three caught up and talked serious thing about the future and to silly nothings like how Diluc let himself go just because he changed his hairstyle from a high pony to now a low one.

Now you sat next to the ginger and gently pulled him towards you, letting him rest on your shoulder. Just yesterday you and Diluc were talking shit to Kaeya right to his face about how he got drunk recently and ended up sleeping on the branch of a tree, who knew it was even possible.

After what seemed like an hour, Diluc held your shirt, still laying on your shoulder. His eyes glistened with tears welling up in them. “Will he… wake up?”, he spoke sending chills down your spines. Of course, even if the brothers fought more than most of the siblings, for Diluc, Kaeya was one of his only few friends he could rely on and trust.

“He will. Trust me, he is one of the most stubborn person I’ve met in my life”, Eula smiled at Diluc as she patted his head.

Seeing Diluc in such a miserable state was the first time for you. You remember the times when Kaeya spoke with you how Diluc was for almost a year after his father passed. He mentioned how he was broken and just dedicated the complete year to studies. While Kaeya, he had his regrets. That was the year he actually got addicted to alcohol. Both the brothers had fought always during that time but, stayed by each other’s side when needed the most.

After 20 minutes Eula left and you and Diluc were the only people remaining near the hospital ward. You tried to stay strong for Diluc, who was now sobbing softly onto your shoulder the moment Eula left. It was as if he was trying to hold back his tears until he could stay alone, or with you being the exception. You rubbed his back soothingly trying to calm him.

After exhausting himself from crying, he fell asleep on your lap. While your hands laced his red locks. Diluc was strong, stronger than you and Kaeya in most of the aspects. He was responsible, calm, composed and knows how to invest thoughts and time usefully. But just like how he was so strong, it took just one hit on his weakness to make him crumble and fall apart. You prayed to the gods above to make Kaeya live.

You really loved Diluc, he was your best friend, but… Kaeya. He was… no, he had been your crush since the day you laid your eyes on him. You spoke to no one regarding your feelings for him to anyone. You wondered when Diluc was actually your type, Kaeya was the one who had your heart captured. He was careless, prioritised drinking more than any of his partners, but he valued his friends very much. Now as Diluc was sleeping, now your tears streamed down your cheeks.

Kaeya, The one boy in class, who was extremely popular for his looks and charm. He looked ethereal to you. He was the type of guy, to fuck and forget. ‘The Drinks before Dates’, he used to say before he bailed on one of his dates for alcohol. But his voice could make anyone get an eargasm. His style was always on point. His grades were just as amazing because he could remember things so well. Even if he showed up hungover, he could remember the classes well. You couldn’t get your racing heart to calm down every time you looked at him. He charmed you every time you were with him.

Diluc was your safe space, because whenever Diluc was around, your emotions stayed intact. But you did feel calm with Diluc more. He was the type who stayed quiet, which made some people uncomfortable but, you could understand that, it was just who he was. ‘Only if people could give him some more time’, you used to think about Diluc while he sincerely read the book before him in the library. He was so your type and he even was handsome, but… your heart fluttered for Kaeya.

“I love him”

“I know”

Your teary eyes widened when you heard the voice of Diluc. He wasn’t looking at you as his hand continued to rest on his eyes.

“Make sure to tell him when he wakes up”, he grunted as he woke up from your lap.

“Okay, I’ll tell him”, your tears continued to roll down your face again. Diluc wiped your tears with his thumb and said, “He’ll live, I’m sure”. That was all you needed to hear from Diluc. You smiled and nodded.

XOXOXOXOXXOXO

By the blessings of the Gods, he lived and the first chance you got, you expressed your feelings for him. He was shocked as to never notice those feelings of yours. He agreed to go out with you making him to mention that you were his girlfriend. That was a very happy moment for you but.. you couldn’t help but feel a bit weird? Was it because of how your friend was now your boyfriend or was it because of how… he seemed, different. The glow in his eyes shifted. It… made him seem… unapproachable at times to you. His friends came to meet him and wish for his recovery. No one seemed to notice the difference. Was it… all in your head? Was he okay? Was he… still the same Kaeya?

‘Did… Diluc notice it?’, you looked at him and he had the same blank expression while he sat next to Kaeya, as his friends greeted him. The smile on Kaeya’s face still dangled on his lips. As he was making jokes with his friends, his gaze met yours making him to flash you the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen. ‘Whatever, he is still the Kaeya that I liked. Maybe I’m thinking way too much.’ You removed those thoughts and smiled back at him.

“That was the moment I lost my conscious as I looked at my bike almost crushed beside me.”

“That is really painful to even imagine”, Diluc nodded as you said it.

“Still alive, doing just fine”, he said as he got a cramp in his fracture making him lean back on the pillow.

“Ok, okay we get it. You are strong. Can you care for resting a bit”, you said while helping him to adjust his posture.

“Idiot”, Diluc scoffed while Kaeya Laughed.

As days passed Kaeya seemed to smile and gleam more and more whenever he was talking to you. It felt like he was really starting to like you.

“How come did I not notice you before”, he took your hand in his making Diluc uncomfortable and leave the hospital room. “I’ll take you on your best date once I am okay to leave the hospital”.

Kaeya was the epitome of adoration to you now. You just couldn’t help but meet him every day after work because he was bored most of the time being alone in the hospital. Sometimes you got him pretty flowers like him and sometimes fruits. Kaeya wasn’t much of a reader but, he started to read and even complete reading the books you got him. He was… actually making an effort. He would learn your interests and talk to you about them. Making the conversations last even longer.

After what felt like months, though it had been only 10 days he got out of the hospital. Even though he wasn’t healed he insisted on taking you for your date that he had promised. But you refused and instead suggested watching a movie in his house while Diluc went for his Job. Which you did implement.

Kaeya already prepared few movies to choose from as now he knew what type of movies you liked. Ordered food and placed it on the table. It was so precious how he was still having one of his arms in cast and was using a walking stick to maintain his balance, wore comfortable navy-blue shirt which was way too big on him, but still, he prepared all this. All of it for his date with you. ‘Was he always like this?’, you thought as both cuddled on his couch as the movie kept playing.

After the date, while you were leaving, he got sad and tugged on your shirt in an attempt to ask you to stay. You couldn’t leave him like that so you did what was best for that moment. You tiptoed as your hands pulled him down, you placed a kiss on his cheek. It was brief but it was enough to make his cheeks to turn into the shade of red that you have never ever seen. His visible eye widened and you could see that his pupil diluted.

“Bye”, you said and walked backwards while you faced him. His fingers touched his cheek as his other hand waved you.

‘Fuck that was damn adorable’, you thought as you left.

That night, you couldn’t sleep properly. The blue was all you could think of. Then you heard your phone chime. It was him.

“You not sleeping yet?”

Your lips formed a smile as you typed back.

“No, still not asleep. I will regret not sleeping tomorrow morning, when I have to go for work”.

“haha , Should I wake you up?”

“It would help”.

“Okay, get your beauty sleep my princess”.

With that you placed your phone aside while smiling to yourself. Little did you know, that he was also feeling the same. If mentioned correctly. Your feelings wouldn’t even compare to the “affection” he had for you.

If he was your friend like before, he would’ve suggested to close your curtains before going to bed, but now he was happy that you didn’t close the curtains. He wasn’t afraid of any creeps trying to look at you. If he found any, he could just end them there itself. So, no threat to you now. He was protecting you. He thought as he leaned back on the wall while he used the support of the stick he needed for balance. ‘Should get better as soon as possible’, he thought as he rubbed his injured hand. ‘At least for Y/N’s sake’. His good hand again reached for the binoculus hanging on his chest. Positioning the view to again look at your sleeping form from the window.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

That healing took about 6 to 7 weeks, but Kaeya didn’t complain to you because you would regularly help him and take him to the doctors when needed. That way, your love was visible to him. “Even I want to take care of you”, he placed his hand on your cheek, “I will get better soon”.

“Good! That’s the sprit Kae”, you said as you placed your hand on his. He leaned in to kiss your cheek.

Kaeya got Clingy as soon as he got better. You weren’t complaining as you also were an overthinker. So being clingy was way better than making you feel miserable, in which your ex’s scored a perfect score.

“You are in cab now?”, you hummed in response. “Send me your location”.

You smiled because none of your previous relationships ‘cared’ for you like Kaeya did. Little did you know, he made sure that your location was always being shared with him without you knowing. This way he could know where you were and could rescue you quickly.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

The first time you and Kaeya actually went on a date ended with him being on your bed, while his hands ran through your hair as you made out. Strange how he didn’t even ask you regarding the confusing light switches. ‘Maybe he was just that clever’, you reassured yourself as you deepened the kiss. You straddling him while he was still trying to hold you was the last straw for his composure.

Man with one swift move changed the positions. Now you were underneath him. His kisses travelled from your jaw to your collar bone, while his hands worked their way to undress you. Sex with him was even better than you could ever imagine. His voice was enough to make you turned on but his moans and grunts were just, irresistible.

“You are mine, Y/N and I am yours”, was what he said as he held you in his arms.

“So you are falling in love with me?”, your question made him to chuckle.

“Ah, sorry for not letting you know earlier. I thought it was made clear that I love you”, his words made your heart to skip a beat. Of course you didn’t knew all the times he confessed his feelings to you as you were sleeping while he conveyed his emotions.

“I have fallen in love with you my dear”

“I… I also love you”, your cheeks flushed red and you buried your face in his chest making him laugh.

“So, Y/N, who is this guy named Childe?”

“Ah, he’s my colleague, Why do you wanna know about him Kae-”, you tried to look at him but he again pulled you back into his chest making you giggle.

“Just making sure my love is okay and not being involved with dangerous people”, he pinched your cheek as you looked up at him.

“Hehe, its fine Kae, Childe is a nice guy. He is very outgoing person and friendly like you. No reasons to be worried”.

“Yeah, if you say so my dear”

Yeah, It wasn’t okay for Kaeya... He will definitely take things in his hands. Maybe he should just get a job in your company, so then you can be with him all the time. If keeping the relationship, a secret in office was required, he could do that. As keeping you safe was the first priority to him.

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Miraculous Fic Recs

Recently I've been complaining a lot on the internet how sucky the recent seasons of ML have been, and how much better the old fanfics are; I'm going to prove my point by sharing my tried-and-true rec list. Here we go.

Back To Us - Written in 2017, so some things are inaccurate. Basically Marinette, as Ladybug, kills Gabriel Agreste on accident by pushing him off the Eiffel Tower and Adrien moves to Milan. Seven years later Marinette is a rising fashion designer, her long-lost partner comes back seven years later but hot, and a new Hawkmoth shows up on the very day Adrien comes back. Suspicious. INCLUDES: Antihero!Chat. Alternate superhero names for Alya, Nino + there are only seven miraculouses which honestly I like a lot better than Ladybug just busting another one out whenever she feels like it. At one point, it was the longest fic in the fandom but now it's not even close. 446k. Requires an Ao3 account to read.

Second Chances- Again, written fairly early in the fandom. Adrien is a single dad and Alya volunteers Marinette to be his daughter's nanny - the premise sounds like it could turn out really weird but I promise it's not. Adorable adorable. INCLUDES: Past ChloexAdrien and MarinettexNathanael, and Adrien never went to school. Reverse best friends (Alya + Adrien, Mari + Nino). 105k.

Whose Woods These Are (I Think I Know) - Ladrien Cinderella AU. Super well-written in a kind of fairytale style. I honestly love this fic. 105k.

Spotty Connections - Adrienette texting fic (no miraculous AU, but does incorporate LadyNoir). Tikki & Plagg are M&A's cats. One of my favorites ever. 66k.

Film It - Adrien is a youtuber! Soon all of Twitter ships #adrienette. INCLUDES: Gabriel Agreste's A+ Parenting. Endgame Adrienette. Superheroes exist, but LB & CN aren't a huge part of this. Also worthy of note: #thatfoursome and a decent amount of Twitter formatting. This has pretty much everything I want in an Adrienette fic. 56k.

Chasing The C/h/atwalk - Project Runway AU. Marinette is a designer and Adrien... is her model. Shenanigans ensue. INCLUDES: Some LadyNoir, mostly after the identity reveal. #MarinetteInDenial. 100k. I love this fic.

Lucky Us - No Miraculous email AU. See Spotty Connections: LadyNoir incorporated without the actual superheroes. Fluff with a tiny bit of angst but still happy ending. 136k.

Secret Santa - fluff. Pure fluff; classic in the fandom. A bit cheesy and very outdated but very nice. Time for a reread. It has a sequel called New Year's Ball. 52k.

Être Majeur - horror, AU, fairly short, creepy and strange but really well-written. 24k. M for horror elements.

La Pucelle Et La Coccinelle - Absolute favorite. Explores Joan of Arc (Jeanne d'Arc in this story) with the Ladybug Miraculous. INCLUDES: Actual historical references, lore for the miraculouses, and a flashforward to the future at the end with Marinette. 38k. I have it printed out, I love it so much.

Pray For the Children You Lost Along the Way - Silent Hill AU (Emilie Anderson from the arcade game is Adrien's mom). It has been on hiatus since 2019, but is still worth a read because so many things tie together in a satisfying way. 86k. Rated M b/c of Silent Hill-type things.

Under Lock and Key - Huge classic also published on Wattpad. Author/artist collab with Maerynn & EdenDaphne - Maerynn passed away while the fic was being written and ED finished it. Very nice art by ED. I view this fic as the quintessential 2017 era Adrienette fic. Very sweet and fluffy. 34k.

Tripped at Fencing - Gabriel hits Adrien. INCLUDES: Gabriel Agreste's A+ Parenting. Accidental identity reveal (Marinette finds out first). Only 5k but a classic.

The Butterfly and Her Brother series (Generations Past and Future) - written c. 2016. Gabriel is NOT Hawkmoth; Gabriel is not a villian in the least so technically OOC. First couple are set in the 1990s, then a couple in ~2016 and the latest in like 2044. I haven't read the last one in the series but WHATHGAWAATG (Europe gets taken over), featuring the next gen of Agrestes, is really good as well. Many things are outdated/false as this was written based off of s1, but I honestly like this interpretation of the Miraculous much better than how the show does it. Mama Agreste's name is Adele (again, s1) and I quite like her character. I freaking LOVE this series. I have it downloaded to my phone and I reread it when I'm feeling sad. 340k in total, but the longest work in the series is about 166k. SO many kudos.

a fight that you were born to lose - "Adrien finds out that Gabriel is Hawkmoth, and Gabriel gets to bring his long-waited plan into action." TW abuse, emotional manipulation, forced dieting. Gabriel Agreste's A+ Parenting. Fairly short for how well-rounded it is - 17k.

An Impromptu Proposal - what it says on the tin. Reverse love square kinda: Ladynoir requited love bc Adrien never went to school. Includes identity reveal and Hawkmoth!Lila takedown. 33k.

On The Prowl - Criminal CN. Also on ffn.net. Good story and TOTALLY a classic, but also uses 'ravenette' and 'sapphire orbs' unironically. The writing is okay if a little melodramatic. 53k.

Chat Noir's White French Man Hit List For Feminist Purposes - pretty much what it says on the tin. Sentimonster!Adrien. 7.8k.

i think it's time i told you (i'm a fan of your universe) - ladynoir proposal. v v nice. Just 5k. Smidge of angst.

The Ladyblog Comment Section - what it says on the tin. 27k. Hilarity and crack.

spark - Tinder AU. Lots of Marichat. Angst with a happy ending. 49k. Slow burn w/ eventual identity reveal.

all dressed up and nowhere to go - No Miraculouses modern royalty AU - human Tikki and Plagg. Mostly DJWifi but a mild amount of adrienette and a smidge of chlogami. Includes arranged marriage Adrien x Alya but they don't end up together. "Twenty-five-year-old Marinette is a wedding dress designer, business blooming in her trusty shop, Ladybug Bridal. When the engagement of Prince Adrien Agreste and Ancient Princess Alya Césaire is announced, all she expects is an influx of work. What she gets instead is... a bit different." 35k.

tangled ribbons - Ao3. ballet/dance AU (no miraculous). Adrienette with some DJWifi and human Tikki & Plagg. "Marinette is a small studio dancer who wins a scholarship to a summer long ballet intensive. Adrien is a famous ballet dancer who would rather be at home than at said intensive. The end of the summer will bring about a showcase that could make Marinette's career, if she can ignore Chloé and focus on something other than Adrien." 82k. The slowest of burns.

Where timing is kind to us - Ao3. marichat discusses quantum physics. 4.3k. This is a beautiful one-shot with a one-sided reveal.

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iznsfw · 2 years

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Skirted Terror

LE SSERAFIM's Kim Chaewon x Loona's Park Chaewon (Gowon) x M!Reader

4964 words

Categories: the best of both worlds; girl-on-girl; anal; standing 69; scissoring; students!2Chae & student!reader; a gift for the G.O.A.T

An attempt at something... I don't know if this was already done before, but this is dedicated to @kaedewrites, the best Chaewon(s) stan. Hope this not only fulfills your anal Chaewon request but your dream threesome. I promise to work on the collab when I get the time. Also, the last part was edited in a rush.

Also, there's a reference to the username one of the writers I admire. You just have to find out who and where ;)

Gowon and Chaewon best girls <3

"I'm telling you, it isn't my fault! Sungwoon set me up!"

Your grumbles are clear as day as they echo off the walls of the hallway your teacher is dragging you through. If your leather school shoes had the power to speed you out of one place, you would have tugged yourself free from your teacher's hands and punched the face of the smug-looking bully who has terrorized the majority of your final and senior year in high school. Watch that irritating smirk fade from his face like that as the blood and tears leak. Make your knuckles sore but proud of you for finally taking a stand.

In a perfect world, you would have done that. But it isn't a perfect world, and you don't have magic shoes. You don't have the power to struggle from your teacher. All you can do is glower at Sungwoon, who stands just a few feet away from you, surreptitiously waving you goodbye.

"That inappropriate graffiti can only be made by you, punk!" your teacher, Sir Kang, says angrily, shaking his head. "You're the only student here who ever gave a fuck about arts and you used it to do that!"

Steal a glance at aforementioned graffiti, bright and menacing on the wall. In any other place, like the back of building or alleys, the spray-painted statement "SUCK MY DICK AND BALLS" would be acceptable. But not in a Catholic school like yours, no. You curse it for starting your problems one last time before you shout out another contradiction: "I'm telling you, I didn't do it! I don't even have the money for spray paint!"

"Bring that up with the presidents. I don't wanna hear any of your excuses. You've already disappointed me enough."

The presidents? Does he mean the presidents? You pray that it isn't what you think it means.

Sir Kang finally stops at a classroom. He raps his knuckles on its door thrice, then throws it open and shoves you in the room.

Once you take a look around, you shudder in fear. You know this place. It's been gossiped about by your classmates and cursed by the delinquents. The blackboard scrawled with chalked school rules, the bright pink bags propped below it—this is your school's infamous room of terror, the room where the student government holds their annual meetings.

And who else to uphold that title of terror other than the president and vice president, Kim Chaewon and Park Chaewon?

Oh no, there they are.

The two of them look at you like they've been waiting for this moment. You wonder if they had something to do with your framed offense. What if... no, that's abuse of power, and with a reputation like theirs, they would never dare do that.

Though the two girls are mononymous, they surely are nothing alike. The president Kim Chaewon has freshly dyed pink hair and a fringe that covers the top of her face. She looked adorable, and you admittedly would have had a crush on her if she doesn't bring that ice cold glare everywhere with her.

The vice president, Park Chaewon, (also known as "Gowon"—a nickname given to her by your fellow students simply to tell her apart from her Kim counterpart), dons a purple clip fitted snugly on her blonde hair that matches the color of her plaid skirt. She's known for having a blunt personality and expression—the classic "Gowon look": large round eyes staring into your soul, arms crossed and raised eyebrows.

Their intimidating glares shoot bullets into your stability. One down, two down, three—

"Is this the guy, Teach?"

Chaewon stands with her hands placed over her hips, head tilted to the side as she looks you up and down. You squirm a little, immediately feeling uncomfortable.

Mr. Kang nods. "Indeed. It's part of the student government's responsibility to decide what to do with pupils like him. I'm fucking tired of his shit."

"Delinquent punk again?"

"Yep. Deal with him for me, will you, girls?"

"Oh, we will, Sir Kang," Gowon assures the stressed out teacher. She nods understandingly. "We will."

Gowon darts her gaze towards yours and gives you a crooked smile. It would have been cute if it weren't for the haunting sound of Chaewon slamming the door shut and clicking it locked.

Your skin is hot though the air-conditioner in the room is supposed to prevent any major heat. But it can't drive away the two girls who are igniting that very heat, no. It didn't stop them from knocking you into the chair in front of the teacher's desk Chaewon is perched on. And it definitely wouldn't stop whatever wicked punishment they plan to give you.

Your ass lands hard on the metal seat. Gowon keeps it there by placing her foot in between your legs and wrapping one silky hand around your tie.

"Ow!" you yelp-gasp, choking when Gowon yanks your tie forward.

"Ooh, careful with him, Gowonie," says Chaewon, swinging her legs with contradicting excitement. "Wouldn't want him to cry before we even get to the good part."

"You're right. Let's freshen him up a bit."

She tightens the knot around your throat as quick as the bat of an eyelash. You whimper helplessly, clinging on to her hands to yank them off your tie. But this girl has an unnaturally strong grip; her fingers remain clasped around your patterned uniform tie despite your scratches.

"Did you think you were some kind of badass for making that graffiti, you smug bastard?" Gowon asks you. "Answer me honestly. Did you think you were cool for defying the very values and regulations of this school we try so fucking hard to keep decent?"

A swift kick from Gowon aimed at your crotch sends you bleating in pain. "Please, I was set up! I didn't do it!" you plead with her. Meanwhile your mind races with fear and curious thoughts: Doesn't this count as school violence too? Or some sort of abuse of power? Most importantly, is this even allowed?

Gowon scoffs, laughing amusedly at your reactions to her. "They all say that," she informs you matter-of-factly, "it's all the same shit, different day with this shitty school."

Wasn't she just telling you off for allegedly disrespecting school rules? God, Gowon can rollercoaster through emotions so quickly despite her usual blank face.

You look at Chaewon for any sign of a possible change of heart from her. But she only looks on at you being harassed with a happy smile on her face, as if Gowon torturing you is a movie that keeps her on the edge of her seat.

(Or for this matter: desk.)

Gowon quirks her eyebrows at you losing eye contact with her, but when she follows your gaze that leads to the other Chaewon sitting a few feet away from you, the same crooked smile fixes itself on her glossy lips. Only this time, it exudes much more evil.

"Oh, you like Chaewon?"

Stammer out a nervous, "I... uh..."

"Don't worry, I'm not mad; Chaewon's the campus crush." Gowon looks at her almost lovingly and licks her lips. Her eyes rake over the president's squishable cheeks, long pink hair, and petite bod. "Anyone would do anything for her. Would you?"

"I guess," you say hesitantly, eyebrows raising to comical levels because of the strange compliments Gowon throws at Chaewon. Chaewon doesn't seem to be bothered by that though; she even giggles, shyly tucking her hands under her thighs.

"Look at her body. So slim, so fuckable, right? You like Chaewon's body, punk?"

"Y-yeah."

"You do? Then touch her."

Suddenly, Chaewon's creamy skirted legs are taking strides towards you. You watch the sway of her hips intently for the slightest slip of her shorts into view. Gowon isn't dull; she can see your perverted eyes, but she lets Chaewon's body invade your common sense like a snake sneaking into a bird's nest.

What's the similarity between sex and a hungry snake in a nest?

Something is always swallowed in the end.

Your hands lightly grasp Chaewon's sides. Chaewon makes a soft gasp, but stays in between your fingers. You mindlessly slide them down to her hips then to the back of her skirt, where you grip both globes of her cute, round ass.

"Mmm!" Chaewon whines. Her clit pulses needily, and she circles her ass into your palms. "Fuck, Gowon, I'm so worked up."

Gowon rises to her feet. She brushes her classmate's hair aside from her shoulder. Her hot bubblegum breaths land on Chaewon's neck and make the girl whimper. What more can she do when she starts kissing it?

"You see, Chaewon here"—Gowon slips a hand to the front of Chaewon's skirt and gropes her crotch, patting the skirt over the soaked panties and shorts—"has always begged and begged me to find a good boy who can take it up her ass. 'Please, Gowon-ah, just once!', 'I promise I'll shut up after it happens.' She wants someone with a big cock who can fuck her from behind and make it a memorable first time."

"Don't say it so boldly, G-Gowon-ah," Chaewon rebukes her. "M-mmph! Ah!" She hangs her head with a cry of pleasure after Gowon begins stimulating her perked clit.

"Sorry, baby. I just want to see if this delinquent can do this 'punishment' well enough for you. Don't be mad, okay?"

Muffled groans become involuntarily audible and an erection becomes involuntarily visible. You used to see the president and vice president of the student council as tough stuck-ups, but seeing Chaewon melt like that with just a few touches here and there might just change how you view them. Who wouldn't, though, if the two hottest girls in school were grinding against each other like this in front of them?

Gowon faces you again and offers you a question:

"Can you pound Chaewon's ass good and hard?"

Her words are a key to a padlock you never knew was there. Once it slides off the door, it leads to a rush of emotions overtaking your senses.

"Yes," you answer, finally.

"Good. Turn around for us, Chaewon."

Ms. President does as told, sticking her ass out at you. Her white shorts underneath her checkered skirt are embarrasingly damp already. Not a problem for you, though; you slip them and her panties down all the same.

Chaewon quivers because of the certain unnameable feeling one gets before doing something a little dangerous. A mix of nervousness and excitement? You could never know what else she feels in this type of situation besides horny.

You lift the lapels of her skirt upwards. They unveil her cute petite ass, all ready for your cock, along with a wet innie that's alluring all the same. Swipe a finger in between her folds to see her reaction: a quiet sob of gratification.

You've done anal before, yes, with one of your previous girlfriends. But it's been a while since that happened. You wonder if you can do it again.

Hmmm?

Let's see, you challenge yourself silently while you free your aching erection.

"Since you're being compliant so far," says Gowon, "I'll take away one week of detention. But only if I get a good time from you too."

That's a deal you'll make gladly. However, it's your turn first to fulfill your end of it.

Chaewon's brown puckered hole tightens and untightens around air as your hands guide her to sit down on your dick. Her asshole is lubricated enough because of her wetness running down to it, but she still shivers after your tip touches it.

"Ohhh..."

Her cheeks tighten around her hole. God, she's so worked up, and your cock isn't even inside her yet. She has to be careful in taking it all.

"Oh fffffuck!"

Tightness surrounds you immediately. Chaewon cries out loudly. Her breaths fall out of pattern seen in the shuddering of her shoulders. Her hands fly to the sides of your seat.

"Oh my god, you're huge..." she says. "I should have- I should have brought lube with me. It's too big, it's too—!"

Her ass smacks your lap.

Kim Chaewon has finally taken the full seat.

Sweat rolls down your face. Gasps leave your open mouth. Chaewon's virginal tightness, tensed and unprepared around your rod, is driving you nuts. Forcing your cock to move despite the tightness is almost as difficult as your finals examination. Her juices staining your uniform pants like a steadily flowing stream are almost as wet as the tears you cried during exam hour—

The jokes stop making themselves as soon as Chaewon removing her school jacket distracts you. Once the jacket falls to the ground, she now sits there only in her white blouse. And god, does she look so sexy. She clearly did not think to wear a bra today; her erect nipples poke the fabric stubbornly, begging to be played with. In between moans, she circles them with her palms, letting you slowly bounce her on your lap.

Curse after broken curse leaves her lips meanwhile stream after stream of hot arousal leaves the lower ones. Poor Chaewon is driving herself crazy. How can such a small body stand your large cock ruining her impossibly tight ass and your fingers stretching her soaked vagina?

It's a scientific anatomy experiment whose conclusion will hopefully be an orgasm wrung out of Chaewon.

"Fuck, this is so hot. Look at her face."

Too bad that you couldn't see the slutty ahegao on Chaewon's face like Gowon requested. You had already faced Gowon again to see her on the teacher's desk with her legs spread-eagled wide open. She's fingering herself, evoking lewd squishing sounds from her pussy and rendering herself gasping. With the way she's so enthusiastically fingering herself, she'll be having an ahegao just like her fellow president's.

Gowon is set on getting herself there. And even if she wasn't, she would still be on the road towards it because of her focus instinctively locking onto Chaewon's small body riding and grinding on you. Her ears can only hear yours and Chaewon's harmonious groans and moans of sheer pleasure.

Her wrist conveniently rubbing her nub for her, Gowon thrusts her fingers faster into herself. Her face has changed to an expression no student outside of this room could imagine on her. Her moans start to shamelessly echo in the room too.

All those teachers were wrong when they said chastity is a virtue. Virtues are things one is supposed to take pride in, and Park Gowon can confidently say she's prouder of fingering herself to the scene of her best friend receiving anal than she is of her long lost virginity.

Gowon never lets one sex scene go unwatched.

"Please, faster!" Chaewon begs. She's starting to adjust to your size, learning to transform the pain into pleasure. She bounces on your lap demandingly. "Please stretch my asshole, sir! It's all yours!"

You've never been begged for so desperately like that. You see the need written in Chaewon's tear-streaked face as she looks back at you, spreading her cheeks for you and needily grinding her hole on your cock.

Fuck. Alright, you'll bite.

You grab Chaewon's sides and pull her back down your lap. Her jaw drops; your cock feels so big inside her, stretching her never-before used hole. She lets out an "Mmmph!" after you lift and drop her back down on your lap again.

And again.

The willpower develops in your core and shows itself through the pistoning you perform for and in Chaewon's ass. While you slam her up and down like a rag doll, you thrust your hips too, not letting a second go by that isn't one spent fucking her ass.

"Hah! Ha-ah-ah-ah-ah!"

Chaewon's small tits bounce madly beneath her blouse. She's letting out a whiny, elongated scream that you hope isn't heard by the other students outside. Although she's an experienced singer, her voice cracks because of your fingers forcing themselves inside her cunt. Both holes are tensed and tight, yet fun to screw. One is wetter and the other is tighter, though you are starting to think that they are both too tight to stretch.

"Oh fuck, oh god, it's so fucking hot," Gowon cries out of nowhere. She is still diligently fingering herself to an orgasm. Her wrist is beginning to ache, but the pain doesn't hinder her Flash-paced thrusting. "You guys are gonna make me cum so hard!"

You've never heard Gowon's voice in a range any louder than her normal speaking tone. So, to hear her voice nearly developing into a full-fledged scream along with her masturbating to you fucking Chaewon senseless is like a dream you never knew you wanted to have.

And Chaewon can only bounce faster, and you can only fuck her harder. Two bodies move and rub against each other in unmeasured yet satisfying sync, a very wrong thing to do in this school and setting.

Why is it bad, after all, if it feels so good?

"Ah! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhh, oppa!" a pink-faced Chaewon screams. Squirming against your index at her clit, she bursts like a bubble. Chaewon writhes against you as her orgasm takes her away forcefully. She's an unbridled force herself; it is almost like she's a brat throwing a tantrum when she squeals and cries on your lap, unable to bear such a strong orgasm.

It's too much for you. Too much that it would be laughable if you had not creamed Chaewon's bubble butt as if it were a pastry. You would eat her pastry if this were a slightly different situation. Maybe someday.

The ends of her skirt have stains on them from both your semen and her juices. Her thighs are slick and trembling as your hands massage them to calm her down.

"Wow... good job, punk," Gowon calls out weakly. She had reached her high too. It was obvious from the wetness she had sprayed all over the desktop. "You even got her to call you 'oppa.' God knows what needs to happen before you bring out oppa's little slut."

Chaewon is not able to contradict her. She's passed out on your lap, humming a foreign dazed tune. Her legs lay limp and useless as jelly above yours.

Did you really just fuck a girl to sleep?

"I guess it's my turn now, huh?" Gowon asks expectantly. She poses a question, but the look on her face tells you that she's going to get what she wants whether or not you grant her her turn.

But you aren't too sure if you can take another round. Although Gowon lying there in her ruined uniform looks awfully tempting, you possess little strength after fucking Chaewon. You are certain this is what your school athletes feel after they join racing games in the Intramurals: completely weak, tired, and sweaty.

Wait, no. You shake your head defiantly. Screw the weakness in your body. How many times do you get to fuck the Chaewons? Defile one of them and do so again to the other? With your school's strict Catholic upbringings and teachers, it would be difficult to get another chance next time.

You have to dive in and grab this opportunity.

But first...

You muster all the might left in you to carry the passed out Chaewon and let her rest on the table clusters. Not exactly an ideal place to nap, but you had to be resourceful. You cover her with her jacket and slip one of the teachers' neck pillow beneath her head.

Even when she had just been fucked out of her mind, Chaewon remains a beauty. A Sleeping Beauty you'd cast in a live-action remake of the tale if there were any.

Gowon watches you closely. She has sat back up eagerly, monitoring your every move. She gives you a small smile as soon as you approach the desk she's perched on. "Can I get my turn now?" she inquires innocently.

You scan her from head to toe. Even without a fancy plastic gown, you realize Park Gowon is the perfect Barbie doll—blonde, petite, and pretty.

Pretty...

You never really noticed until now how beautiful Gowon is. She's always been a little overshadowed by the more famous Chaewon, but she definitely isn't lacking either in beauty. Her crooked smile, although you're sure she will disagree, is definitely one of the best things about her.

Gowon shows you that exact smile as she notices you're gawking at her. "Why are you staring at me like that, doofus?" she asks teasingly.

"Because I'm about to flip your world upside down."

Before she can respond, you've effortlessly lifted her into your arms. She's as light as a feather because of her small height and build. Just like a doll.

So it wasn't hard, really, to turn her upside down and seal her thighs securely around your neck. She makes a sound of surprise, but like you, she's excited. Curious. Daring.

The musky feminine scent of Gowon's cunt reaches your nostrils. Her pussy leaks with need, and you make it your objective to fulfill that need. You perform it by pulling Gowon's hips towards your face and starting to eat her out.

"Ohhhh!"

Gowon's walls contract around your active tongue. She starts to rub her pussy in your face, desperately wanting the delicious feeling of your pink muscle licking at her sensitive parts. Soon your lips are glossy too, just like hers.

Gowon is in heaven, if the paradise were an upside down classroom. Your stiff cock bumps against her face. She gives it a tender, curious lick. You both moan at the same time—her because of your groan vibrating on her cunt, and you because of her tongue that parallels the talent of yours even if things are just getting started. She wraps her fingers around your rod and jerks it up and down. The veins protrude against her warm palm.

She slips it inside her mouth all at once.

"Holy shit, Gowon," you gasp. You look down for a second and see the vice president eagerly bobbing her head on your penis, even with her blonde hair hanging at the sides and her face beginning to turn red. You up the stamina of your tongue to return the favor. It swipes from her clit to her asshole, which enjoys a five second long tongue-fuck that makes Gowon cry out, then slips back inside her slit.

Her ass tastes amazing, just like her pussy. You wonder how Chaewon's ass tastes, and if you will ever be able to find that out.

Nope, you have to focus on Gowon for now.

The two of you devour each other like wolves. Gowon suckles on you as if you were a delicious lollipop while you eat her pussy as if you've been starved for days. It's hot and sticky and oh-so-sinful. With the cross of Jesus in the center of the wall and the prayer written on the board, it's ironic too. Why are the girls from Catholic schools the freakiest? you ask yourself, although you don't have an answer.

But maybe, just maybe, it's the naughty dreams that are so far-fetched from chaste. The repressed guilty frustration. The lingering perverted stares at the beautiful thighs wrapped in tight stockings. The urge to sin with pleasure.

The school can't hold you back. You aren't a kid anymore, and neither are Gowon and Chaewon. This is the three of you finally being free from the shackles of this hellhole of an institution.

Being an adult isn't so bad after all.

"F-fuck," Gowon swears through a mouthful of cock, "I'm going to cum."

"Let's do it together?"

"Just hurry, please," she begs. "I'm almost there."

She strengthens the suction of her lips till she's almost vacuuming the pre-cum out of you. Each suck is strong and hard, rendering you weak at the knees. She fondles your testicles the best she could, even jerking you off at the fastest velocity she can muster. Up and down, up and down, up and down—

An overdose of lust results in you cumming in Gowon's pretty little mouth. Similarly, she closes her eyes and moans, warning you that she couldn't take more even if she wanted to. She follows that up with a truthful lock of her legs around your head. The grip of her thighs is so tight that you are surprised your head didn't pop in the process.

Your face is as red as Gowon's. Both of you suffer a fatal lack of oxygen, but your instincts are overpowered by carnal lust. You keep thrusting in Gowon's mouth full of your cum and ferociously eating out her pussy. Breaths fail to reach your lungs. But her liquids manage to spill on the land of your tongue and down your throat. Gowon pulls away at last and gasps for air like a fish flung out of its bowl.

Your legs are starting to fail you. You quickly prop Gowon back on the desk before collapsing on the floor. Your head knocks against the chalk panel, but at least it's something you can actually feel besides exhaustion and heat.

The classroom is fading from your vision. The posters on the wall become a rainbow blur. You shut your eyes for a while and let yourself bask in the open air and comforting temperature of the classroom.

It feels like heaven. It's quite surprising you are let in after all the sodomy and cunnilingus.

You open your eyes. Everything is back to normal now. The colorful posters aren't painful to look at anymore, and you can clearly see the tables pushed to the sides of the room. Chaewon is resting on one of the clusters, and—oh wait, she's awake now. And Gowon still sits on the desk, leaning against the wall.

The whole room smells like sex. What are you going to tell Sir Kang when he returns?

"What now?" you ask the cum-covered Gowon for help. Her face is painted with white, along with her uniform.

Gown exchanges a look with Chaewon. Somehow, without words, the two girls gain a telepathic understanding. And the only hint you got of their exchange is Gowon's peace-signed hands knocking into each other.

You're sure there's a fitting porno name for whatever's happening right now.

You try to think of some. "DETENTION GONE SEXUAL! Mononymous Schoolgirls Scissor Each Other While Delinquent Watches!" can be a good one. You hope that if there's some secret camera in the classroom and someone gets a hold of the sex footages, they'll be nice enough to title it that way when they leak it.

Because that's exactly what's going on right now.

Legs interlocked, Park Chaewon and Kim Chaewon rub their leaking snatches together in front of you. Gowon lies on the floor while Chaewon holds her leg upwards to spark the satisfying sensation of their two clits rubbing against each other. Their moans are a symphony that never leaves your ears.

"Oh, oh, oppa!" Chaewon ups her hips and squeezes her eyes shut. "It feels so good! G-Gowonie's pussy is so wet!"

She doesn't need to describe it for you. You can clearly see their connected crotches, and witness how Gowon's vagina is abundantly leaking. You've already tasted it before, so you know how good it is for Chaewon to be moaning like that.

Gowon is breathless on the floor beside Chaewon. Patches of your cum spot her blouse. Her tie is loosened around her neck just enough for her to freely let out heavy pants.

Your cock is as flaccid as ever. You jerk it in your fist as you take in the the whole scene. Chaewon's moans are pitchy while Gowon's are on the huskier side. They blend together in the air and serve as igniters of your semen.

As their shaved pussies press and rub together, your cock sprays cum all over them. The white fluids land on Chaewon's white blouse and make it wet enough for it to show her pink nipples undetneath the fabric. She coyly circles her nipples with her palm while looking straight at you, a glossy pink lip tucked under her pearly whites.

"Fuck!" Who knew just that could evoke more cum out of you? More spurts of white fling onto Gowon's tight tummy. But no amount of ejaculations could stop the two girls from scissoring.

And as Chaewon whimpers and Gowon screams, you pray that you get another chance at this. Maybe another time, they'd scissor with your cock in between.

"Hey. Hey! Mr. Jung, are you even listening to me?"

Light peeks underneath your eyelids and welcome you awake. "W-wha... huh?"

"You really weren't listening to me, were you?" your irritated guidance counselor asks. "You fell asleep!"

Huh?

You sit up in your chair. Look down and see that the armrests are a familiar light green plush. The classic seats designed for offices. And by the shelves labelled "LOST AND FOUND" and certificates you see when you look around, you can tell this is the guidance office.

You turn back to your counselor. "I'm sorry, but why am I here?"

She rolls her eyes. "You were sent here for creating inappropriate graffiti near the convent," she tells you. "Now I'll have to send Mr. Kang to bring you to the presidents of the council to see what they think should be done with you."

"W-who?"

"The presidents of the council! You don't know them? Park Gowon and Kim Chaewon?"

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sansblkgirlfriend · 2 years

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Show You What's Mine (J.YH) - (Drabble)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Au: Idol au!

Synopsis: With you and Yunho being Idols, the two of you tried to keep your relationship secret. But when you have to do a special collab stage with your good friend Rocky, his tune change and suddenly he doesn’t want it to be hidden anymore.

Warns: Dom! Yunho, Sub!Reader, unprotected sex, degradation, marking, overstimulation, manhandling, pet names, slight choking kink, let me know what I missed.

A/n: When my bestie Berri asked me for a Yunho fic one day, I had to deliver. This idea was given me by the wonderfully sweet @madebykimchi .

T’s: @soobinshouseplant @mingissoggywaffles ( @taehyunscaramelfrappe ) @ninathesunflower

I hope you enjoy it ~

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“So you were just begging to be put in your place huh, tiny?”

You couldn’t even respond to your boyfriend, his hand wrapped deliciously around your throat caught any of the moans that threatened to leave your mouth.

You were praying that no one came by your dressing room. Because the smell of sex was obvious and Yunho wasn’t exactly being quiet.

Today Yunho had come to support you in a special stage that you had to do with your friends.

It was like a couple stage, and Rocky didn’t have anyone to perform with due to his partner being sick. So you being his good friend you agreed to come with him.

Not really anticipating how sexual the dance was.

Rocky apologized profusely but you just waved it off, it was nothing, he didn’t mean it anyways,and you two were just friends anyways.

But this didn’t sit right with Yunho at all.

The two of you really didn’t put it out there that you were dating, it was kinda if ya know you just know situation. So other idols tend to flirt with you or joke around with you in a way that he doesn’t like.

So after todays performance, you walked to your dressing room to find Yunho waiting inside, an un readable expression on his face.

“Yunho~! Hi baby-“

“Face down, skirt up over that pretty little ass of yours”

You froze, finally noticing what he was wearing, only a simple t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

Oh he meant business-

And you guess you were taking too long because Yunho stood up and grabbed you by your hair, pushing you down into the couch, your ass now up in the air just as he wanted.

You just whimpered as Yunho simply moved your panties to the side, sinking two of his thick, long fingers into your cunt.

“You’re so wet..was it because of Rocky?” He asked, with jealousy lacing his tone, you shook your head, whimpers was leaving your mouth as his fingers fucked you at a quick pace.

“N-no!! I was just h-helping- oh fuckkkk..” You were gripping the couch cushions as your boyfriend showed now mercy to you. You knew he could get jealous, but never like this.

“Helping? By dancing that close to him like that? Being damn near close to kissing him?” He said, curling his fingers making you cry out. Yunho smirks and pulls you up by your hair.

“Maybe it’s time to let everyone know who this pussy belongs to baby..”

You nod dumbly as you hear him fumbling around trying to get his sweats off, you were secretly cursing yourself out yet thanking whoever was supposed to be Rocky’s partner.

Yunho landed a harsh smack on your ass before sliding into you, bottoming out quicker than you thought.

“You’re such a dirty little whore..So wet from this..I think you like this more than anything..” “You love being my cocksleeve huh? Just mine for me to use~” “Imagine if your fans were to see you like this..bent over and taking my cock..”

You tried to hold back your near pornographic moans, yes your room may be at the end of the hall but you still had people near you.

Yunho groans as he starts to thrust into you, his hand tangled in your hair, gripping it and tugging your head back. Yunho knew that he had no reason to be jealous, he knew you were his, but seeing you dancing on stage with another man that he knew you had a good relationship with just awoke something in him.

“Y-yuyu..fuck fuck-” “Hmm? Yes tiny? What do you want?..”

Yunho teases as he slows his thrusts down, chuckling at your whines. The larger male leans down towards you. “P-please fuck me faster…please..-” You beg and Yunho cooes in response, snapping his hips to quickly speed back up.

He smirks at your ramblings of thank yous and various other incoherent mumbles. You were in intense pleasure, your hands clawing into the couch as you rock against it.

Yunho groans as his hips stutter a bit, he feels you clench around him. He knows you’re close and he is too, but that doesn’t mean he’s done with you for the day.

You cry out as your orgasm is fast approaching and you can tell that Yunho knows it. You couldn’t even get it out as you screamed out your boyfriend's name as your cunt spasms around his cock.

Yunho chuckles as he helps you ride out your orgasm. He leans down to place a kiss on your cheek with a laugh, looking at your fucked out state.

“Y-you..owe me mister..”

“I know I know..warm bath when we get back to the dorms..”

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neverchecking · 9 months

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My coming out.

You have all turned me. This is it. I am officially a Ko*idai simp. You all have won. So for turning me, I offer you as my humble apology for the slander against his name.

A wonderful collab between my lovely and wonderful wife, whom you all should go follow right now >:( @angry-trashcan

Bro, it’s not gay if you say no homo, bro.

Koridai looked down to Dalton, “Golly”

A moment of silence fell around them, heavy and tense. The sweltering heat around them created a sheen of sweat, making their bodies glisten. Brown connected with blue, the fire of passion igniting in the pits of their pupils. A single resolute nod fell between them. “No Homo.”

Dalton and Dante bobbed their heads in agreement.

You looked up to them, watching as their moment continued. Their ga(y)ze was deep into one another’s eyes, too distracted too pay mind to you. Dalton and Dante danced above you, bumping into once another, their sides brushing together with a lingering kiss.

Never once did Courage, nor Ko*idai for that matter, break eye contact. They simply remained, frozen in the moment, encased in the wondrous star maps that laid in the other’s ga(y)ze. Your own eyes darted back down to Dalton and Dante. A part of you wondered if you should be worried about their reddened heads. Another part of you was too over this entire debacle to care.

All of Courage’s courage couldn’t have prepared him for this. The way Dante would move about, the way Kor*dai’s eyes were boring into him, the way you were watching with a startled expression. Kor*dai didn’t know how to handle this, he didn’t have much adventuring under his belt after all. All he had was Dalton.

Dalton had been a long standing friend. Something familiar to Ko*idai, A friend he had known his entire life. He was more than happy to share this moment with him. Even if it came (heh came) with Courage. Courage and his dastardly sinful ga(y)ze that refused to leave his. It was a game at this point, of who would break first. And Courage would not break.

He was too courageous. He would watch Kor*dai’s brown eyed ga(y)ze as long as he physically could, which was a long time. He was a well travelled hero afterall, unlike his counterpart. Kor*dai had never been on his own adventure, and, golly was that unfortunate for their staring contest.

Dante wept from the lack of attention, once again returning to pestering jabs at Dalton, just to see the other sway back and forth. Your eyes followed them. Then they returned to the standing duo. A moment passed. A moment where you wondered if Legend was still awake. Or Twilight. They wouldn’t do this to you.

You watched their staring for a moment longer, wondering, hoping, praying that it would either end or last longer. You weren’t sure which outcome was better for you, honestly. Your hands rested on the side of the too small bed, taking a deep breath and watching the two dancing partners continue their waltz.

You could play their silly game. That was always an option. You could open your eyes all wide and innocent and flutter those pretty lashes. Maybe, if that got no reaction you would even dare utter the single utterance you swore in your life you never would. The no good, vile phrase. But it might’ve just been enough to get what you want. With a breath, you steeled yourself, tucking away your dignity in a trunk before throwing it into the endless abyss of ‘never to be seen again’. Then your lips parted, “Golly.”

Blue and brown did not fall from one another as you muttered the words, though Dalton did add a hard sway to his fateful dance. You could almost feel yourself dry completely at the thought of what you did and to no effect. You slowly pulled your legs to yourself and rolled off the bed. Though no eyes seemed to meet you.

Though Dalton did weep at your absence, you paid it no mind. Though Dante did attempt to stand tall to catch your attention, you still turned away. You had much better things, nay, people to do. You had much better people to do, and this pity fuck had gone from sad to downright desperate.

Though Dante and Dalton weeped together, they held eachother tall through the loss. The ga(y)zing men continued their ga(y)zing. The thought of you never crossing their minds as their eyes bore into one another’s very soul, very existence.

You could’ve pretended to sneak out. But it wouldn’t have made a damn lick of a difference. They were too lost in the challenge. Too engaged in each other’s limitless ga(y)ze. Nothing would break this moment between them. Tender and almost intimate one might dare to say. You did not dare. You only tried to recall which room was the Vet’s.

A hard knock at the door and it swung open, revealing Legend’s very awake face. He dared not to question why you were there, knowing where you had been. Instead only letting you in and locking the door tight behind you.

Not even the repetitive thumping echo of the room beside theirs could break their moment. It remained steadfast and unyielding, even as Dante and Dalton wilted away. Shriveling into themselves in shame. They would remain that way even as the briefest hints of sunrise broke across the room, painting it in an array of yellows and reds. Almost like the reds of Dalton and Dante’s heads last night.

It seemed nothing could pull the men from one another’s ga(y)ze into the other’s soul. When Legend opened the door the next morning to wake them, they were still staring deep into one anothers. The shock of it almost sent him into a deep ga(y)ze himself. He took off a boot, throwing it in the direction of the men, which somehow startled them out of their trance. Courage looked to the empty bed.

“What did you do with Y/N, you-you- rapscallion?!” Courage barked, stance widening as Dante swung loyally by his side. Legend’s shock turned into a mean and sharp grin. The marks on his neck were welted in your signature color. “Everything. Which part do you wanna hear about?”

“All of it.” Ko*idai began only for Courage to cut him off with a harsh jab. “None of it, is what he meant to say.”

Legend’s grin only grew, “Okay, it started when she came to my room last night. Complaining you two wouldn’t treat her right.” Dalton shrunk ever more into himself at the words. “She would never!” Courage cried out. “Oh, but she did!”

Legend gave a dismissive wave of his hand. “You two ding-dong’s really screwed the pooch there. Lost out on a night I certainly won’t be forgetting anytime soon. But, hey, maybe you can try again. The Golden three know I’m a patient man. I’ll wait for her to come by my room once more.” Collecting his boot, he swatted it at the two, refusing to even spare a glance at Dalton and Dante. “And put some pants on would ya? It’s getting weird.”

The two watched Legend leave the room, closing the door behind him. Kor*dai looked down at Dalton then Dante, before letting his ga(y)ze go up to Courage’s eyes. “No homo?” He asked. “No homo.” Courage replied.

With a hearty hand clapping to the other’s shoulders, Courage finally grinned. “Rule number one of adventuring? It’s never gay to kiss the homies goodnight. It’s a sign of good faith.” Ko*idai nodded excitedly, bangs flopping about much in the same way Dante did. “Right. Legend just doesn’t understand that. He has no homies.”

“Legend thinks it’s gay to kiss the homies. But we know better.” Courage says, leaning forward and placing a kiss to Kor*dai’s cheek. “Now lets get some pants on, bro. I bet breakfast is ready and I’m warn out from that crazy night we had.”

Ko*idai placed a hand to his cheek, which quickly hued into a soft red. “Golly,” He muttered, foot twirling itself on it’s toes. It was absolutely not gay to kiss the homies and if Legend didn’t see that, he felt bad for that merchant friend of his. He would kiss his homies and be happy with it. With a wave, he said his goodbyes to Dante and Dalton, knowing he’d see them again soon enough.

Afterall, no one said where the kisses had to be, right?

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swiftlymoniquesblog · 8 months

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Fandom Leap - Chapter 5

A/N: Hi friends! I am back with a submission to a collab project with @supraveng and other friends! I am so honored to be apart of this story and hearing other people’s writing style has been so fun! I hope my part keeps everyone interested! Readers thoughts are in italics!

Word Count: 2,618

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester x Reader (no incest!)

Warnings: love triangle, kissing, fluff, tiny bit of angst

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Chapter 4

“Before you could respond that feeling came over you again, you hadn’t even had a chance to warn Claire or live in this glamorous life for an entire day before feeling the chill running through you and knowing you weren’t going to be able to get back here anything soon.”

When you wake up again after your jump, your head hurts worse than it ever had before. You try standing up but feeling dizzy and decide to just stay on the ground until you get your strength up enough to move again. The world around you had been spinning out of control and the only relief is closing your eyes tightly, praying to anyone who would listen that the dizzying feeling would just stop. For fear of the situation only growing, your eyes are still closed tight but a new feeling made itself known. It seemed that someone had wrapped their arms around under your shoulders and then under your knees, you felt the ground from under you disappear; someone picked you up. There was silence around you but as you curled in closer to whomever held you, the smell of old cigarette smoke and whiskey tickled your nose; it was familiar.

Time passed and you woke up again, this time the dizzy feeling went away. Your eyes slowly open and you immediately recognize where you were. Jumping out of bed, you bound down the hallway and into the room you remembered from the last time you were there and the sight in front of you, made you super proud.

“Hey sweetheart,” Dean said when his eyes made contact with yours again. Rushing over you fall into Dean’s arms as he hugs you after not seeing you since the last jump

“Dean I literally thought I was never gonna see you again.”

“Yeah I know what You mean sweetheart I didn’t think we were ever gonna see you again.”

“Wait a minute where is Sam?” Just as you ask where he was the sound of the door opening to the bunker and footsteps coming down the stairs indicated that Sam had been coming home. Little did you or Dean know that he had been spending all of his time researching where you had gone to and how he could get you back.

“(Y/N) you’re back.”

“Hi Sam.”

“When did you come back?”

“Just now.”

“Are you OK? What happened, how did you come back?

“Really Sammy she's been gone for three months and all you can say is how is she back?” Dean pipes in

“What’s wrong with asking that?”

“Dude you clearly don’t get it.”

“Don’t get what Dean?” The two brothers were bickering back and forth to each other like they were kids again so you stepped to the side and let them talk.

“Doesn't matter how she got here it's just the fact that she's back that is what should matter to you!” Dean said.

“Well obviously I’m glad she’s back but it doesn't make any sense how can she jump from one round to another and be OK!”

“About that, I’m actually not OK.” You spoke up.

“What do you mean you're not OK?” Sam asked.

“I passed out and I don’t know where I ended up but I guess Dean found me picked me up and brought me back here. I was extremely dizzy and I just couldn’t move and the next thing I knew I woke up and I was here.

“Where did you find her?” Sam asked.

“She was about 40 feet away from the bunker it seemed however when she ended up jumping she tried to come back here somehow.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense.” Sam questions.

“What is with you and things making sense?! Look she came from another realm, another universe, met other people but now she's back can you just for once appreciate that she's here.” Dean asked can I get a little more infuriated with his brother.

“(Y/N) welcome back” and with that Sam left the room.

“What’s his problem? What happened when I left?”

“Sam took it kind of hard.” Dean explained.

“What do you mean?”

“Well Sam got a little crazy. He did everything he could to try to bring you back on his own but see what he doesn't realize is that you have absolutely no control of coming and going as you please. You just up and leave but to him there has to be some kind of scientific proof for it to make any sense. Me on the other hand I’m OK with it! I mean you come and go as you wish sweetheart I don’t care. I mean as long as I don’t end up feeling anything or you know anything happens between us then you know it’s cool.

“Wait what do you mean anything happening between us?”

“OK I’m not gonna lie when we first met might have sort of thought you were attractive, I don’t know but, I thought it was ridiculous being attracted to a girl who has absolutely no control of when she can or can’t be someone I mean am I right.”

“Well first of all thank you. I, of course, find you very attractive. I mean you should see what my room looks like in my universe. Your face and Sam’s face are everywhere but that’s another story though. Secondly I appreciate what you’re saying and I agree I don’t wanna start anything with anybody if I can’t stay in one place. Until I figure out how to control this dating is just not an answer for me.”

“Alright that’s fair. I get it but do you mind if I do something?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well you know I thought maybe I could go kiss you or something, just to get it out of my system?”

“Man, everyone wants to kiss me” You say to yourself.

“What was that?”

Oh nothing, nothing um, I mean I guess so?”

“Well geez if I’m gonna kiss somebody they’re usually a little more excited about it.”

“No, no, I, I am, it’s just I don’t know wouldn’t it be kind of weird?”

“Me? Weird? Come on sweetheart that's not fair.”

“No, no, I mean it’s nothing against you. I mean like you said I have no control of when I’m gonna leave next and like you were saying I don’t wanna give you feelings and then just take it all away because I believe I mean”. And before you were able to finish that sentence the soft feeling of Dean’s lips were on yours immediately shutting you up.

You could tell just by that one kiss how long he had been wanting to kiss you, not that you knew him or Sam for very long to begin with but you knew there was something else there. After a few minutes had gone by Dean had let you breathe you decided to leave the room and try to downplay however you were feeling

“Well on that note I- I-I guess I’m gonna go and see what I can I-I can do for somebody else I-I don’t know I just have to go. Bye.”

You groan to yourself as you walk out the door and hear Dean laugh at you as you scurried away, hoping desperately that he would forget your awkwardness. Walking around the bunker you try to familiarize yourself with where you were based off of what you've seen on television

So if memory serves me correctly this should be Sam’s room. Slowly walking up to the door, you hesitate a moment before you realize that maybe what you're doing is a little bit crazy. Sam did seem like he was less than enthused to have you back after the way you left so abruptly the first time but he owed an explanation to you why he acted so weird when you came back. Dean was more than happy to see you but what was up with Sam? Slowly bringing your knuckle up to the door you tap on it three times, instantly regretting that you even came up here.

“I’m not in the mood Dean go away,” Sam's muffles voice could be heard from the other side.

“It’s me Sam,” you said just loud enough for him to hear you. Just then the door quickly opens and he appeared surprised to have you standing at his door.

“(Y/N) what are you doing here?

“The better question is why did you act so weird when I came back?” you counter.

“I was afraid you were gonna ask me that.”

“Afraid? Why were you afraid?

“Here why don’t you sit down,” Sam stepped aside and let you walk in before motioning for you to sit on the bed.

“OK look I acted weird when you came back because I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“Well obviously I didn’t think I was coming back here either but I am here so why does it bother you so much?”

“It doesn’t bother me that you’re back. I’m just surprised taken back or whatever you wanna call it.”

“Yeah I get that you made that really clear but why?” You grew more frustrated with him.

“Since you left I drove myself crazy trying to figure out how we could get you back anytime we wanted.”

“I know Dean told me but why would you do that?”

“Well because I uh,” Sam seemed like he was trying to hide something from you.

“Come on Sam just say it.”

“Look I know it was only for a couple of days since you were here and we really don't know each other but I did start feeling something.”

“Oh no, not you too,” you say aloud.

“Wait what?” Sam was confused by this.

“Dean literally said the same thing to me about 20 minutes ago.”

“Wait so you're saying that Dean confessed to having feelings for you?”

“Yup,” you said nodding your head.

“Oh well that’s just great.” Sam said.

“He even kissed me too.” To say that Sam was disappointed was an understatement but he couldn't say anything, Dean had got to you first.

“I see um, OK then cool. So do you like him too?”

“I mean yeah, he's really cool actually and very cute?”

“Why does that sound more like a question?” Sam had asked

“Well because like I told him until I get this jumping thing under control I don’t think it’s fair that I have feelings for anybody. Dating would just be really, really hard because I never know when I’m gonna jump into another universe and who else I’m gonna meet. Besides I don’t wanna play with your feelings like that and then Dean’s feelings too; that’s not fair to you guys.”

“I mean I can see your point but Dean and I are grown men; we can make decisions for ourselves and whether we think it's good for us or not. I appreciate your concern but I’ll be OK.” Sam said, growing more confident in himself.

“Well that’s good to know but again, I just wouldn’t feel right about leading either one of you on when I never know if I’m staying.”

“Yeah I guess that’s true. It is kind of unfortunate though.”

“Why do you say that?” Curiosity began to taunt you.

“Well I don’t know, I think I came up with a couple of dates I thought would be kind of cool to take you on.”

“Oh really, and what would those have been?”

Sam chuckled a little nervously kind of shy about sharing the side of him usually doesn't let anybody see him to be a romantic type but when it came out he did like showing it. His cheeks tinted with pink.

“Well to start I think what I would do is we would go into town find the closest restaurant that set on the water sit across from each other and order the most expensive food that we could find on the menu.”

“Jeez wouldn’t that be expensive.”

“No but I can cover it you’re worth that.”

“OK so after we ordered all this food what would we do next?”

“Well after we finished eating and enjoying different conversation I would order a dessert.”

“You? A dessert man? I always thought you were the healthier one with all those salads you tend to eat.”

Sam laughed shaking his head a little bit

“Well yeah but in this case let’s just go with the dessert.”

“OK what kind of dessert?”

“It would be ladies choice so whichever you’re feeling we can go ahead and order as long as it’s not any kind of pie because I am sick of pie I mean you try and live with Dean.”

At that point you were both laughing knowing just how much the man loved his pie.

“OK,OK so after dessert what's next?”

“So I thought we would walk down the water line.”

“That sounds like it could be fun or a little bit messy.”

“What do you mean messy?

“If we’re gonna be at the water I’m gonna wanna take off my shoes and depending on if it rained or not there might be mud.”

“OK now you're really thinking too much into this.”

“Hey you said that you thought a lot about this, let me bring my thoughts into it too!”

“OK fair enough so we're walking along the water and we're holding hands just as the sun slowly begins to sink behind the horizon. The sky is this beautiful orange and pink little bit of purple in there as well but then I turn and I look to you I stop and I smile at you, not being able to realize just how lucky I am that someone as beautiful as you agreed to do something like this with me. In my past as a hunter, I never thought in a million years that I would be able to find somebody that I could just be myself with. I know I said we’ve only known each other for a few days but there's something about you and I can’t help but think of that maybe there could be a future between us. I don’t know it might be kind of crazy for me to think about it like this but in my line of work with how many times I’ve almost been killed or I have been killed and I’ve been brought back to life, it’s a chance I have to be willing to take.

Then Sam looked over to you as he finished his thought and you smile to yourself. And in that very moment, you grab his face and bring him to your lips. He immediately responds, grabbing your hips and holding you close to him. He growled a bit, almost animal like, as he took control and gave all his feelings to that kiss. Like he was afraid of losing you for good.

“No one has ever said anything like that to me before,” you say when you separate from him.

“You deserve to be reminded of that every day for the rest of your life” Sam says with his forehead against yours.

You sigh as you soak in this moment, this feeling in your heart, the smell of Sam and the feeling of his hands gripping onto your hips. Just as quickly as all of those feelings went through you, they all went away and that eerie familiar feeling rose up on your throat.

No, not now. Please, not now! And before your head could wrap around what was going on, you were torn away from Sam but his presence still lingered on your skin.

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i just finished watching the video and omg it was soooo great!!! I loved it so much!! Also im impressed by how brave matt was, like homeboy went to do stuff alone and he seemed really at ease with talking to the spirits. I looooved the video so much

also my man chris and my other man colby together 🥰🥰🥰🥰 can’t wait for the edits

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MATT WAS SUCH A NATURALLLL ITS SO CUTEEEEE Praying for another collab on the triplets channel one day

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Starting Over {Six}

Collab with @theladyofdeath.

Summary: Elide Lochan thought she had met the love of her life only to find out that he was not the man she thought he was. After her world starts falling down around her, she makes a move back to her childhood home in hopes of starting over. Although it’s the last thing she expected, she meets a man the exact opposite of her ex. With his help and that of her best friend, Aelin, she learns how to stand on her own two feet and take control of her life.

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“Are you working Friday night?”

The question surprised Elide as she ate a bowl of cinnamon cheerios on Tuesday morning. She finished the bite she was chewing, and shook her head. “I work from five to two.”

Aelin shuddered. “I don’t know how you and Rowan manage to get up so early. The only reason I want to be up at five in the morning is for good sex.”

Elide quietly laughed, knowing that she wasn’t exaggerating. On more than one occasion, she’d been getting ready for work, and had heard Rowan telling Aelin goodbye for the day. She’d also heard her greeting him when he got home from work, and, of course, saying goodnight.

Elide had no doubt that the two of them had a very healthy sex life, and she was sure having an unexpected roommate had likely put a damper on that.

But both Rowan and Aelin did everything they could to make sure she understood that she wasn’t a bother. They wanted her to stay as long as felt comfortable, and she knew they meant it, but little by little, she was realizing that…she might be ready to get out on her own.

It had been a little over a week since Roland’s surprise visit at the gym and she hadn’t seen or heard from him. Elide prayed that he had taken Lorcan’s threat to heart.

Lorcan, on the other hand, had stopped in every day to check on her, to ask how she was doing, feeling. He texted her when he knew she was supposed to be getting home, making sure she was safe and sound. It made her smile, even if his texts consisted of nothing but him checking on her. There were times she wanted to keep the conversation going, but didn’t know what to say. So every night, she let it drop.

“So, Friday night,” Aelin said, pulling Elide from the spiral of her thoughts. “Rowan is trying to get a night out planned. Pretty much everyone is off and that never happens. You want to come?”

Elide loved that Aelin never pressured her to go out, but the reality of it was that Elide loved spending time with them. She had begun to form relationships with Aedion and Lysandra, and of course, Lorcan. Everyone was so genuine and simple and kind that Elide wondered how she had never found a group of friends like this, friends that could eventually be family. Aelin had always been family and now Rowan was beginning to feel like it, too. And Lorcan…Elide didn’t know what Lorcan was to her yet, all she knew was that she wanted him there.

“Of course,” she replied, shoving another spoonful of cereal into her mouth. “The bar?”

“Ro won’t tell me,” Aelin said, rolling her eyes. “He says he wants to change it up. He always says that and guess where we end up?”

Elide laughed and guessed again. “The bar?”

“That damn bar,” Aelin muttered but humor lingered in her gaze. “I think a vineyard would be fun, but the boys would probably hate it.”

Elide had the image of Rowan, Lorcan, and Aedion with wine glasses, wearing stuffy shirts, and yeah, even in her head, they looked pretty miserable.

“At least the bar is like home,” she said, finishing her cereal and putting the bowl in the sink. She’d wash her dishes after she got off work. “I’m there, no matter where we go.”

“Great.”

Aelin’s sparkling smile made Elide’s heart feel like it was about to burst. Without thinking about it, she wrapped her friend in a hug. Aelin clearly hadn’t been expecting it, if her huff of surprise was any indication, but it quickly turned into soft laughter as she hugged her back.

Elide pulled back and said, “I’ve said it about a thousand times, but thank you for everything. You’ve…done so much for me.”

“Family takes care of each other.”

There was no room for argument in Aelin’s words, so Elide nodded and hugged her again before heading off to work.

……………….

The rooftop bar had one of the best views in all of Orynth. Elide couldn’t stop staring from where she stood at the railing, watching the sunset. She wasn’t sure why they didn’t come here more often. It was amazing.

There were more of them than she was expecting. Lorcan, Lys and Aedion were there, of course, but she’d also seen a few people she didn’t know, and even a couple she did, but hadn’t expected to see, like Manon. She turned from the skyline and looked at the people around her.

“Whose names do you not know?”

Lorcan walked up next to her and followed her gaze over the unfamiliar faces. She glanced over at him and decided she likely knew why they didn’t come here often, as she looked down at her own dress and heels.

Their usual attire of jeans, t-shirts, and workout clothes wouldn’t exactly fit in, but she wasn’t complaining as she took another quick peek at the way the suit jacket Lorcan wore fit his broad shoulders.

“Pretty much everyone,” she admitted, shaking her head.

He chuckled, the sound rough and dark and she swore, she could feel it on every inch of her exposed skin. It only increased when leaned back against the railing next to her, his arm brushing hers. One by one, he pointed them out. “Next to Lysandra, that’s Fenrys, he went to high school with Rowan and me. His brother, Connall, is around her somewhere. And Fenrys’ girlfriend, Asterin. Manon, you know, and next to her is Dorian, her boyfriend—”

“Dorian Havilliard?” Elide asked, interrupting.

He must have heard his name, because suddenly sapphire eyes met hers and he gave her a gentle smile as well as a wave.

“That’s him,” Lorcan said, and Elide looked over at his change in tone. “How do you know Dorian?”

Elide nodded towards where he’d started talking with Asterin again. “When we were growing up, it was usually just me, Aedion, and Aelin. But sometimes, if Aelin’s father and Dorian’s father were working on something, Dorian would be there, too.”

“I knew they’d known each other a while, but didn’t know how long,” Lorcan commented.

Elide was quiet for a moment before she quietly said, “Feels like a lifetime ago.”

Lorcan’s arm pressed into hers a little more and she looked up at him. His eyes were already on her. After giving her a soft smile, he gazed back out at their friends. He rattled the rest of their names off, one by one. “Chaol, Yrene, Vaughn, Sartaq, Nesryn, and Gavriel.”

“Wow,” she said, looking at them all. “There’s no way I’m going to remember all those names.”

Laughing, Lorcan shook his head. “There’s going to be a quiz at the end of the night. Get ready.”

Elide couldn’t help herself from laughing, too, but as they both settled, she let herself really look at everyone here, people who all meant something to Aelin. And then she realized who was still missing, that Aelin and Rowan had already been gone when she’d finished getting and left.

Elide gasped softly. “This isn’t an average night out, is it?”

One side of Lorcan’s mouth kicked up. “Not quite.”

Elide’s eyes narrowed on him. “Tell me.”

“I can’t.” His grin widened.

“Yes, you can!” Elide had to control herself, had to force herself not to squeal or jump. “He’s proposing, isn’t he?”

“I promised not to say a word.” Oh, he was enjoying this.

“I can’t believe he didn’t say anything to me!” Elide said, and Lorcan nudged her with his arm again.

“He was worried you’d tell Aelin. If it was a secret to her, it was a secret to you,” he said, and gestured to everyone else. “No one else knows either. We all get together a couple times a year, that’s all they think this is. They’ll announce it when they get here.” He looked at Elide, that grin remaining. “So, you know, when they get here, act surprised.”

Elide fought the urge to pout, to cross her arms, but if she did than her arm would no longer be brushing his and she liked that contact, liked that warmth, that stability.

“I wouldn’t have said anything,” she said, at last. Lorcan laughed quietly as she continued. “I’m a very good secret-keeper.”

“Aelin is good at getting secrets out of people, though,” Lorcan muttered, shaking his head. “That woman is a menace.”

“You two can act like you hate each other all you want, but I know better,” Elide said, taking a very small step closer into his arm.

He noticed, because his eyes darted in her direction, slyly. “And why would you think that?”

“Your heart’s too good,” Elide said, simply. “And, as obnoxious as Aelin is, she has a good heart, too.”

“A good heart, huh?” He asked, taking a sip from the drink in his hand. “Well, you got obnoxious right, so maybe you’re right about the heart, too.”

She could tell he was teasing her, but she couldn’t stop the smile from growing as she thought about how happy Aelin was going to be. Not only was she getting to marry the love of her life, but she also got to celebrate with everyone she loved, with her family. And she’d included Elide in that.

“Do you want a drink?”

She looked up at him, finding his eyes, again, already on her. The expression on his face stole her breath, and the intensity in his stare had her forgetting how to speak. She nodded.

His eyes glimmered as he asked, “Can I pick?”

“Pick…my drink?” Elide blinked, not expecting the question.

“Yeah,” he breathed, and he gave her a smile that promised trouble. “Do you trust me?”

“I did until this exact moment,” she replied, narrowing her eyes at him. “I do have to drive home, you know?”

“You forget I know where you live, you know?” He was making fun of her. She loved it. “You live with my best friend. I can get you home if you get too sloppy.”

“Sloppy?” Her tone was incredulous, but she couldn’t stop her laughter. Lorcan was grinning by the time she was able to breathe again. “Fine, yes, you can pick my drink.”

“You won’t regret it. Be right back.”

He winked and, gods damn her, Elide felt a flood of heat in her core, as he walked away.

He wasn’t gone long, just enough time for the flush on her cheeks to fade, and then he was walking back towards her, a glass identical to his in his other hand. The liquid inside was just a shade lighter, though.

“Here you go.” Lorcan held the glass out and as she took it, their fingers brushed. “Enjoy.”

“What is it?” She thought about sniffing it, but realized that might look a bit strange.

He sipped his own glass, eyes bright with amusement, and said, “Try it and find out.”

Warily, Elide put the drink to her lips and took a tentative sip. It was warm and sweet and…nutty. She took another drink, swallowing a larger mouthful of the liquor. Her entire body warmed as it hit her stomach, and she hummed in appreciation. “That’s delicious.”

“Maple praline whiskey,” he told her. “Strong and sweet. Just like you.”

Elide slowly lifted a brow. “Wow.”

He laughed, shifting his body so that his side leaned against the railing and he could look at her, straight on. “What?”

“Did you just flirt with me?” She asked, and she knew she was grinning like a fool. “Because that was a hell of a line.”

Lorcan shook his head and looked away. Gods, she loved that smile of his, mischievous and full of life. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Strong and sweet?” She repeated, sipping again from her glass. “Just like you?”

“Not a line,” he said, shrugging. “Just a statement. An honest one.”

Elide swore her cheeks were a bright shade of red but before she could say anything more, the doors to the rooftop opened and Rowan and Aelin walked out, hand in hand.

She was beaming. Every inch of Aelin was thrumming with energy and excitement and Elide’s eyes were already full of tears.

“Look at her,” she whispered, unable to take her eyes away from her lifelong friend. “She’s glowing.”

Lorcan didn’t say anything but Elide had a strong feeling that his eyes were not on Aelin. Instead, she sensed them on her.

She liked it.

Everyone grew quiet and it wasn’t until Fenrys said, “You’re awfully late for being the one that asked us all here,” that Rowan laughed.

But then he smiled down at Aelin, and the look they gave one another was so full of love and passion and pure adoration that Elide could feel it deep within her chest.

Rather than saying anything, Aelin held up her left hand, her right still firmly clasped in Rowan’s, showing off the diamond ring sparkling in the fairy lights around the edge of the rooftop.

Lysandra audibly screamed and the entire rooftop descended into chaos as she tackled Aelin in a bone crushing hug and everyone realized why the two of them had been late.

Congratulations were said, hugs were had and tears were shed. Elide watched as she excitedly talked to those around her, so happy for her friend that she couldn’t put it into words. It was almost twenty minutes later by the time the happy couple found their way over to the far side of the roof, where Lorcan and Elide had been watching in companionable silence.

Lorcan wrapped Rowan up in a hug, patting his back twice, without saying a word, as Elide reached for Aelin’s hand. “Let me see!”

Aelin obliged, letting Elide get a good look at the stunning ring on her left hand. One lone diamond was set on a gold band, cut into an oval, but that diamond shone in the moonlight and Elide knew it would be absolutely gorgeous when it sparkled in the sun.

“It’s beautiful, I’m so happy for you both,” she said, hugging Aelin. She could feel Aelin practically vibrating with excitement.

“Thank you, we have to start planning! I’m so excited.” She gazed up at Rowan, who was already looking at her with adoration and devotion and—

Elide looked away as she felt a sudden pang of jealousy. Shame washed over her as she looked out at Orynth again. She was so happy for her friends, but she couldn’t help but wish that someone would look like that at her.

Roland used to, but how much of that had even been real? She’d loved him, had seen a future with him, had their future kids’ names picked out. Months later, it still hurt, knowing that that future was gone.

A soft brush of calloused fingers on the back of her arm had her blinking and coming back to the present. She hadn’t even realized she’d zoned out or that Aelin and Rowan had been stolen by Fenrys for shots.

“You okay?” Lorcan’s deep voice settled her, calmed her heart as she released a breath she hadn’t realized he’d been holding and nodded.

“You ask me that a lot, you know?” She asked, but the playful tone was forced.

He knew it, too. His smile didn’t reach his eyes as he said, “I just like to make sure. Does it bother you?”

“No,” she said, and meant it. She loved how attentive he was, how much he truly and genuinely cared. Elide hadn’t believed his sincerity at first, but he was sincere. She still didn’t know why he cared so damn much, but he did. “No, it doesn’t bother me.”

“Good,” he replied, “because I’m not stopping.”

That easy feeling settled again in the pit of Elide’s stomach, although her heart still held that stupid, heavy feeling. It lingered no matter how much she pushed it away.

The music that had been playing in that background was turned up a little bit louder and Rowan took Aelin to the middle of the rooftop, where a small wooden dance floor sat. A moment later, other couples began dancing too as the ballad played.

Elide sighed, that heavy feeling growing as she watched them all, so deeply in love. It wasn’t until Lorcan cleared his throat that she realized he was holding out his hand.

“Wanna dance?” He asked, and the tone of his voice sent chills down her spine. Low, rough, hopeful.

Elide couldn’t stop her smile if she tried. “Sure.”

She took his hand and was amazed at how much bigger his was than hers. It was almost humorous, how it nearly swallowed hers whole.

“I thought you didn’t dance,” she said, when he led her out onto the floor.

He chuckled, pulling her close to him. He took one hand in his, his other resting on her lower back. “Last time I checked, neither did you.”

“It’s a special occasion,” she joked, and his grin widened. His eyes remained soft, watching her, and she swore he saw it all, every inch of her in that moment. She felt bare, stripped, but not an ounce of fear.

“It is,” he agreed and pulled her just a little bit closer. Elide rested her cheek against his chest as they swayed and she found them again, Rowan and Aelin. They looked as if no one else in the world existed but the two of them.

“Beautiful,” Elide said, quietly. “How they see one another. That kind of love is rare.”

“I swear they knew the minute they met,” he replied, voice as quiet as hers. He laughed and she looked up at him. His face was much closer to hers than she expected it to be. “They were at each other’s throats at first, but they just seemed to…gravitate towards each other.”

She longed for that, for that intimate closeness where one person’s soul cried out for another. She’d thought she had that, but now…

The more she thought about it, the more she realized her entire relationship with Roland was akin to a cage, suffocating and claustrophobic. Never once did he look at her with the utter devotion that Rowan did when he looked at Aelin.

“Your smile is gone.”

Lorcan’s words snapped her out of her own head and her cheeks flushed as she knew she must have been staring at him. “I’m sorry,” she breathed, averting her eyes.

His fingers gripped her chin, making her look back up into his face, into his eyes. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Elide wasn’t sure if she was breathing.

“Don’t let whatever you’re thinking about that asshole take your smile away,” he said, his thumb brushing just under the curve of her bottom lip.

It amazed her that he was able to guess where her mind went every time.

“I can’t help it,” she confessed. “I can’t help but think of all the warning signs I missed…of all the time I wasted.”

Lorcan subtly shook his head. “I’m sorry that you had to go through what you went through,” he said, and Elide’s eyes fell shut as he spoke. “But, please, do not let him take away a second of your joy, of your future. He’s not worth that. He’s not worth a damn thought.” When Elide opened her eyes, he still watched her, intently, and she realized that their movements had slowed. “You are worth so much more than he ever allowed you to feel. You are so worthy of happiness, Elide, worthy of the life that you see for yourself, that you dream of and hope for.”

It was a simple sentence but those words held power. No one had ever told Elide that she held worth, that she was worthy. Not Roland who always made her feel like the second choice. And certainly not Vernon, who’d taken her in only to access her inheritance and broken her as badly as Roland had, if not worse. Yet there was a man in front of her who said the words outright, and Elide had zero doubt in her mind that he meant every word.

His dark eyes burned as they watched her, but Elide couldn’t think of a word to say. Thank you was not enough for the words he spoke, for what he meant to her. Instead, she lifted her hand and placed her palm gingerly against his stubbled cheek.

He leaned into that touch.

“I want to show you something,” he said, lacing his free hand with hers. He asked, once again, “Do you trust me?”

This time Elide didn’t hesitate. “Of course.”

……………..

The streets of Orynth were quiet, despite it being a Friday night.

Somehow, none of their friends noticed the two of them leave, despite telling Aelin and Rowan one more round of congratulations. They were both drunk enough that Elide knew Rowan’s car would be left here tonight and they’d be getting a cab home.

Elide’s hand hasn’t left Lorcan’s since he took it, their fingers still intertwined. “It’s just up here,” he said, his deep voice sending chills down Elide’s spine.

She felt a thrill of excitement as he guided her to this secretive location.

Elide had grown up in Orynth but the city had changed so much in the past fifteen years since she’d been gone. Walking down the downtown street, she hardly recognized the city as she remembered as a child.

They didn’t say much as they walked, but there was no need to. Lorcan’s thumb brushed idly across the back of her hand and Elide kept glancing up at him, unable to stop that smile that he seemed to make appear with every look.

Abruptly, Lorcan took a turn between two buildings and Elide was about to ask why, but then she saw it.

Lights were strung across the garden, lighting up the pathways that wove through flowers and bushes and trees. In the middle sat a statue of three of the goddesses, their bodies made of stone, entangled together and reaching up towards the heavens. It went as far back as the buildings surrounding it did, and Elide couldn’t help but step onto a path and drag Lorcan along with her.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, simply, looking around as they followed the pathway. “How long has this been here?”

“About a year,” he answered, playing with a ring on one of her fingers as they walked. “It was one of the projects done by the local schools. My unit partnered up with them, helped fund it.” He shrugged. “Turned out pretty good, don’t you think?”

“Partnered up with them?” Elide questioned. “Does that also mean that you came and helped plant all these beautiful displays?”

Lorcan laughed quietly. “Yeah,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “Although, I was paired with this eight year old girl that was pretty intimidating. Everything I did, she said I did it wrong. Eventually I gave up and just supervised.”

Elide’s head fell back as she laughed. “Officer Salavaterre got bested by a little girl? I wish I could have been there to see that.”

“I learned a long time ago what battles to fight and when to walk away,” he said, shaking his head. “And that was a battle I was always going to lose.”

Lorcan led her to a bench, sitting down and watching her. She didn’t immediately sit though. Instead, she turned, moving to look at all the beautiful flowers and trees around them. Approaching a rose bush, she reached out and let her finger brush along a delicate petal. Her back was turned when she finally spoke. “You keep asking me if I’m okay and usually I am.” He was silent as he waited for her to go on, he didn’t dare breathe, in case she changed her mind about what she wanted to say. Plucking a petal from the rose, she turned and came to sit next to him on the bench. She stared at the petal between her fingers as she breathed, “I’m okay, but…I’m not. I am so unbelievably happy for Aelin, but I’m also so jealous. And that makes me feel like a bad friend.”

Admitting it out loud made it feel like even more of a betrayal, and when she felt Lorcan’s fingers beneath her chin again, she closed her eyes to hide from his judgement.

“It’s okay to not be okay,” he whispered and Elide could smell a hint of whiskey on his breath. “And it’s okay to want that. One day, you’ll have it and you’ll be as happy as Aelin.”

She still felt guilty for even having the thought. She couldn’t believe he was so calm, so understanding. “You’re always too kind to me.”

“That sounds like you disapprove of my kindness,” Lorcan replied, and Elide opened her eyes, fully taking in just how close they were sitting. Their knees brushed one another’s and when he took her hand again, he rested them clasped together on his thigh.

“I just honestly don’t know how to handle it,” Elide said, laughing quietly out of pure disbelief. Men had been nice to her before but they had always wanted something in return. There had always been a catch. With Lorcan, he was kind to her simply for the sake of being kind.

“You deserve to be treated with kindness and respect,” he said, voice low. “So I will treat you with such.”

His eyes fell to her lips before meeting her gaze again, and the movement was so quick that he surely thought she hadn’t noticed. She did, though, and the lone movement had her heart racing.

“Lorcan,” she breathed, although she wasn’t sure what to follow it with. She had to say his name, though, had to taste the sweet sound of it on her tongue.

His eyes had gone dark and he was quiet. He sat still, so still that Elide thought he may be afraid to move, although she was unsure why.

She couldn’t sit still.

Not with him looking at her like that, with eyes so full of…longing. Longing that she had never known and although no one had ever looked at her that way, there was no mistaking what was in his gaze.

He wouldn’t make the first move, though. She knew that, knew that he was too much of a gentleman to close the distance between them.

So she did.

Leaning across the bench, across the few inches that separated the warmth of his body from hers, Elide’s free hand found his knee and she pushed herself up to meet his lips with hers.

His hand slipped into her hair, cupping the back of her head, the second she kissed him. There was no hesitation, as if he’d been ready. Waiting for her to make that first move.

The kiss was sweet and tender and she leaned farther into him. His other hand framed her face and he deepened the kiss, drawing a quiet gasp from her.

He pulled away. “I’ve wanted to do that since you hit my patrol car.”

Elide’s eyes flared wide and a short, surprised laugh left her. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s true,” he said, his lips finding the spot beneath her ear that drove her wild. How had he already found that? It was only the second time his lips had been on her. “This beautiful, headstrong girl who wasn’t going to let her past break her? You were the last thing I was expecting to crash into my life.” He tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. “Literally.”

She pushed him away, but he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her closer instead and resting his forehead against hers.

She laughed and shook her head, only stopping when he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She instantly responded, her body flooding with heat.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while, too,” she said, and felt lighter once the words were out of her mouth.

“Yeah?” He breathed.

She nodded and their lips met once more. What started out as something soft quickly escalated into a kiss of utter passion and chaos. Lorcan pulled her onto his lap and she clung to him, never wanting to let go.

Once a few minutes or an hour or two or an entire night passed, Elide had completely lost track of time, but she knew it was getting late.

With her forehead against Lorcan’s, her lips swollen and her heart nearly ready to combust, she whispered, “I should probably go home. It’s getting late.”

Lorcan laughed, quietly. “Good luck. I don’t think your roommates will be getting much sleep tonight.”

Elide groaned, cheeks turning pink. She hadn’t even thought about that. While hearing occasional moans through the walls was not anything new, Rowan and Aelin were both newly engaged and drunk. It would be a night of sloppy sex, which meant little sleep for everyone within shouting distance.

“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t work in the morning,” she sighed, making to climb off his lap.

He held onto her hips tightly, keeping her where she was, and Elide turned back to him, her hands landing on his shoulders. “Why don’t you come home with me? That way you don’t interrupt whatever is likely happening in the living room when you get home.”

She cringed as she thought about it, knowing he was right. She would likely be scarred for life when she got home, but to stay with Lorcan…

I knew you were a lot of things, Elide, but I didn’t know you were a hypocrite.

Roland’s voice sounded in her head and she hated it.

What a little slut you turned out to be.

She hated him.

“Hey, look at me.” His fingers threaded into her hair again, turning her face to his. “I’m not trying to get you into bed, I promise. I just know that I’d be miserable if I had to listen to them for the next few hours.” He pulled her lips to his, kissing her softly. “And I’m not too proud to admit that I’m not ready for this night to end.”

Elide’s breathing was shallow as she admitted, “I don’t want it to either.”

Lorcan’s smile was genuine. “I’ll sleep on the couch.” She knew he meant it, knew he wouldn’t try anything that she didn’t want, but that was the problem. There were so many things that she did want, so many things she wanted to do to him, with him. “My hands will remain at my sides and I cook a mean breakfast.”

Elide laughed and took his face into her hands. She kissed him, slowly, and she could feel his smile against her lips.

“You can say no and I’ll drive you home,” he said, brushing her hair back behind her ear. “I just wanted to give you the option.”

The option. A choice.

It was something that Elide did not have much of in the recent years but she knew what her answer would be without even having to think about it. Maybe it was his self-proclaimed breakfast skills, but the thought of going to his place, of staying with him…

It brought her an overwhelming sense of comfort, of peace, once she took Roland’s voice that lingered in her mind and told it to fuck off.

Elide pulled back and met Lorcan’s eye as she said, “Okay.”

“Okay,” Lorcan breathed, and then he was on his feet, taking Elide’s hand in his, and walking her back to his car.

Elide knew that Lorcan would not touch her, would give her her space, would leave her be to sleep in peace all night long, if that was what she had told him she needed.

Yet, as they walked to his car, she contemplated if that’s what she truly wanted. As her thoughts ran wild, she realized that his distance was not what she wanted at all.

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