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fallinallincurls · 2 days ago

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forever is just on the horizon

this is my entry for @wyattjohnston's 2025 summer fic exchange! thank you so much for hosting as always! my fic is for @brockkboeserr! i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it!

hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx

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Quinn loves the summer. He always has.

When he was a kid, it meant long days in the sun without a care in the world. It’s the same now, but he enjoys just being able to spend time with his brothers, who are always across the country for almost the entire year, his family and some of his closest friends without the worry of hockey looming over his head like it does during the season.

Is he doing enough as captain? How can he improve his game to be even better? What went wrong during that losing skid? How else can he help the team win and make the playoffs?

All of those questions are silenced in the summer when Quinn makes the trip back home to Michigan to spend the next three months on the lake with the people who mean the most to him.

This year though, his summer is going to look a little different than usual.

You’ve spent most of the last three summers in Michigan with Quinn, but he decided to take a leap of faith and make a plan to visit somewhere that holds a special place in your heart.

Cape May, New Jersey.

Because both Jack and Luke play in New Jersey, he’s visited a few times to see them and of course, he’s gone with you to see family and take trips to some of your favorite places. He’s seen what a summer looks like on the Jersey shore, a place that holds so many memories for you as someone who grew up in the state. And getting to see it through your eyes filled him with an excitement he couldn’t explain.

So far, Quinn’s been to the beloved aquarium in Point Pleasant where you “aww'ed” at every animal there and danced the night away with you at Jenks right across the boardwalk. He’s played almost every game on the Seaside Heights boardwalk to win you a pile of stuffed animals before you pointed out what you loved most here as a kid before the hurricane hit while sharing a waffle ice cream sandwich. He’s visited the incredible pinball museum in Asbury Park and kept track of your scores on each machine to see who won more before admiring the art sprawled across buildings and going to a concert at the Stone Pony.

He’s taken a picture with you in front of the iconic Wildwood sign and spent the day on the beach until it was time to tackle a few rides on the boardwalk and constantly watch for the tram car. The two of you even got those cheesy matching t-shirts on the boardwalk that said “I heart my girlfriend” and “I heart my boyfriend” because you said it’s a Jersey Shore novelty and you’ve always wanted to get a matching shirt with your boyfriend.

Quinn has spent long beach days in Long Beach, laying in the sun, searching for sea shells and swimming in the ocean even though it became a giggly competition to dunk the other. He loved surfing in Ocean City, something else you had done growing up, and played more mini golf than he ever has in his life (you won every single time).

But you haven’t had the chance to show him the town that is hidden behind the famous Exit 0 sign on the parkway. Despite that, Quinn has listened to you tell him all about the amazing memories you’ve made in the beach town, list out the town’s must see attractions and recount how romantic the sunsets are there.

So Quinn decided this year was finally when he was going to take you back to Cape May and experience its magic firsthand.

“Are you sure your mom won’t be upset that we're leaving for a few days?” You ask for the millionth time since Quinn surprised you with the trip back to Jersey. “We got here late this year and I feel like we haven’t spent a lot of time with your family yet.”

“I promise, she’s more excited for this trip than we are.” Quinn says, his voice soft and reassuring. “Besides, she’ll be just as happy to see us when we come back so there’s nothing to worry about. Jack and Luke probably won’t even notice we’re gone.”

You smile, knowing everything Quinn said is true. And that is how you currently find yourself getting ready for the day in the cutest beach house in Cape May.

The warm sunlight filters through the windows and the sound of waves crashing against the shore gives you a sense of calm and excitement at the same time. The two of you have spent the first few days here at the beach, checking out some of your favorite spots and just getting lost in each other without any interruptions.

Today though, Quinn said he had a few things planned but wouldn’t give away any of the details. He did give in his input on your potential outfits so you at least dressed for whatever the occasion is and still looked beautiful (which he insisted over and over again).

“Almost ready, love?” Quinn asks, stepping into the bathroom. You see him in the mirror’s reflection and can’t help but smile. Like always, he looks so handsome. His brunette curls are perfectly messy, exactly how you like them, a soft but charming smile is on display across his lips and he’s wearing a button up linen shirt with a pair of shorts. Of course you notice how the top few buttons of the shirt are undone and how the shorts fit him just right.

“Wow, look at you, babe!” You say with a beaming smile, finishing up your mascara before fully turning to face Quinn. Without a second of hesitation, you close the space with a quick, loving kiss. “You always clean up nice, but something about you in the summer always gets me.”

A wild blush spreads across Quinn’s cheeks as he pulls you impossibly closer to him. “Don’t even get me started on how gorgeous you look.” He whispers in your ear, hands wandering a little too low.

“Not until later! You picked out this yellow sundress and said we have plans so we cannot be spending any more time in this room.” You exclaim with a giggle, intertwining your fingers with his. “Let me just grab my purse and we can go.”

There’s a flash of something across Quinn’s face but it’s gone before you can identify the emotion. With one last kiss to his cheek, you collect your bag and he leads you out to the car.

Asking any questions about the day’s plans is fruitless because Quinn won’t give a single clue no matter how hard you try. But during the drive, with Quinn holding your hand over the main console, you notice the familiar road that leads to a very specific place.

“We’re going whale watching?!”

You can’t contain your excitement the moment the sign comes into view as Quinn turns into the parking lot. His smile is currently rivaling the sun and that chuckle you adore so much fills the car.

“We are. I remember how you told me this used to be one of your favorite parts about Cape May and today seemed like the perfect time to do it.”

A little squeal slips past your lips while your heart swells with so much emotion it’s hard to describe. Once upon a time, there was a little girl who dreamed of showing her boyfriend all the places and things she loved and it still feels surreal that you’re doing just that with Quinn.

And even though you tell him quite often, it still feels like you don’t remind him enough of how special he is. How much you cherish him for being who he is and for loving you so unconditionally.

Once the two of you are settled in seats on the deck with the perfect view of the blue ocean surrounding you on all sides, you place your head on Quinn’s shoulder and wrap your arm around his.

“I love you,” You murmur softly. “Thank you so much for this.” Quinn presses a sweet kiss to the top of your head in response.

“I love you too, more than you even know.” And although you’ve heard Quinn say that a million times since you’ve been together, something about those words feel different in this moment. You just don’t know why.

It must’ve been your lucky day because throughout the boat ride, Quinn points out every whale and dolphin sighting with a grin on his face. You spend plenty of time trying to time taking a selfie with one of the ocean animals, but each attempt is a failure even though both of you end up in a fit of laughter.

You couldn’t have asked for anything better and the pure elation coursing through your veins as you look through all the photos while the boat heads back to shore is a dead giveaway about how much you enjoy being able to do this with Quinn.

“Okay, what’s next?” The question is eager, but the anticipation about the rest of what your incredible boyfriend has planned is starting to get to you.

“Still not saying anything. Everything about today is a surprise.” Quinn teases, opening the passenger side door to help you in the car.

“Q, that’s so unfair. A little hint would go a long way. The anticipation is killing me!”

“I promise it’ll all be worth it.”

And like always, Quinn is right because the next part of his plan is dinner at a gorgeous beachfront restaurant that is the perfect mix between homey and sophisticated. You followed Quinn out to the patio right on the beach in a daze, taking in all the details of the establishment around you. The restaurant and its location is truly stunning, a hidden gem in a town you’ve loved for so long.

“This is amazing.” You say after you both order. “Thank you, babe. You didn’t have to do all of this.” That familiar blush spreads across Quinn’s cheeks again.

“You deserve nothing less. I just wanted today to be special, that’s all.” He replies, reaching for your hand across the table and gently rubbing his thumb over your skin.

Dinner is amazing, but throughout the meal, you get the sense Quinn is nervous about something. He’s still his usual self, smiling at jokes and complimenting you while the two of you talk, but there’s a flicker of anxiety lingering in his eyes.

You become aware of how Quinn is trying to hide whatever it is he’s feeling nervous or insecure about when the meal is pretty much over and before you can ask anything he’s paying the check and ushering you back out to the car. It’s almost like whiplash, savoring how amazing that time with him was but also wanting to take care of him above anything else.

With a squeeze to his hand and a sweet kiss, you silently reassure Quinn that you’re there for him no matter what. You catch a glimpse of a soft smile tugging at his lips and can’t help wondering just what is going on inside his head.

“What’s next, captain?”

“Babe,” Quinn groans, his head dropping back to the headrest of the driver’s seat. His gaze drifts over to you and his eyes are a mix of lust and playfulness. “You know you can’t say that to me when we can’t do anything about it.” He says, his hand sprawls across your bare skin and gives your thigh a knowing squeeze.

“Nothing is stopping us.” You shrug, meeting Quinn’s eyes.

“There is actually. The last stop I planned for today, which is going to be the best part yet.”

“Okay. Then let’s go.” The smile on your face is radiant as that same sense of anticipation returns. The entirety of the short car ride is full of you and Quinn singing along to all the songs on his playlist and admiring the scenery as it passes by.

It doesn’t take long for you to recognize the single lane road Quinn is on, knowing exactly where it leads to.

“Are we going where I think we are?”

“That depends,” Quinn starts, his voice full of happiness. “If it involves sunsets at a very perfect beach, then you’d be correct.”

And at that moment, the very well known Sunset Beach sign comes into view as Quinn pulls the car into the parking lot. There are so many emotions humming through you right now: joy, anticipation, love and elation. You have been looking forward to bringing Quinn here for so long and the fact it’s finally happening doesn’t feel real.

“I finally get to show you why sunsets here are so magical!”

“You do,” Quinn replies, taking your hand in his to walk towards the beach.

The sun sits just over the horizon, painting the sky the most breathtaking orange and pink. With every passing second, the sun continues to sink lower and lower and every single person on the beach seems to be in a trance because of the earth’s beauty.

“Wow,” The word is nothing but a whisper on your lips as you take in the scene. “What are you thinking?” You ask Quinn, feeling that giddiness in your heart again.

“That is one of the most beautiful places ever. You haven’t exaggerated it one bit.” Quinn murmurs, kissing your temple as you both stand there for a moment more to admire every detail of the upcoming sunset.

“Before the sun actually sets, we have to look for Cape May diamonds!” You exclaim, pulling Quinn forward a bit. “It’s basically a tradition and you need to experience it for your first visit here.” It doesn’t take long for you to spot one of the crystal clear circles among all the rocks and sand on the beach. Quinn takes notice of the example and as the two of you walk near the water, he keeps his eyes peeled for the special diamonds.

At some point, you let go of Quinn’s hand to wander a few feet in front of him. You get lost in the simplicity of searching through the rocks for Jersey’s literal hidden gems and the soothing sound of the waves washing up on shore that the first time Quinn calls your name, you don’t even hear it.

“Y/N! Look at this one I just found.”

“Ooh, let me see!” You say excitedly, turning around and hurrying back to where your boyfriend is on the beach. But one look back has you stopping in your tracks, pure shock rolling over you. A hand flies up to your mouth in disbelief and happy tears immediately start to gather in your eyes.

Because right in front of you on the beach you adore is the love of your life down on one knee with a stunning ring in his hand.

“Quinn,” You start, but your words die out in seconds as you admire him and try to process what’s happening.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while now, but it didn’t feel right unless it happened right here.” Quinn starts, a blush creeping over his cheeks and he seems a little nervous but happy at the same time. “Y/N, since I met you, I’ve known you’re the one I’m meant to spend the rest of my life with. No one else has ever made me feel as safe, loved and comfortable as you do. I want nothing more than to take on the rest of our days together as husband and wife. Will you marry me?”

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” You say through tears and Quinn wastes no time slipping the gorgeous ring onto your left hand before sweeping you in for a deep, loving kiss. Time stops. Despite everyone else on the beach looking on and their claps of celebration mixed with the sounds of summer surrounding you, right then, it feels like it’s only you and Quinn at this moment.

That is until the loudest cheers burst out from somewhere nearby. You reluctantly pull away from Quinn, who also can’t stop smiling, and look around for where the raucous is coming from. Only to find none other than Jack and Luke Hughes hollering in excitement with the rest of yours and Quinn’s families behind them.

It couldn’t have been more perfect. You know the rest of your life will be full of nothing but happiness and love because Quinn will be by your side and there isn’t anything else you could ask for.

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bbgsaja · 6 hours ago

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ꂦꋪꍏꈤꁅꍟ ꉣꍟꍟ꒒ ꓄ꃅꍟꂦꋪꌩ (ꌗꍏꀭꍏ ꌃꂦꌩꌗ)

featuring - Baby x F!Reader, Jinu x F!Reader, Abby x F!Reader, Romance x F!Reader, Mystery x F!Reader (separate) summary - you ask the saja boys to peel an orange for you to test this theory warnings - none a/n - here's a little apology post for the delay in the baby saja junior series releases (i am working on them i promise!) and those who sent in requests i am working on those too, i just have a lot to do right now but i'm hoping things calm down a bit next week

BABY

you don't outright ask him to do it

you just sit down next to him when he's snacking on the couch watching whatever horrific movie he'd found that day

and you pretend to struggle with your orange

at first he doesn't look up, just shifts a bit closer to you to acknowledge your presence

then he starts laughing

"what?" you snap at him

"you've been fighting with that orange for ten minutes now"

he looks so amused you want to smack him

"you know, you could help!"

"i could, but you can peel an orange yourself," he grins, all cocky

you roll your eyes, "fine i'll go ask Romance"

before you can get up he's grabbing the orange and peeling it

but he eats half

"for my trouble," he claims

pass or fail - FAIL

JINU

you walk up to Jinu and with absolutely no context whatsoever...you hold out an orange

he looks at the orange, and then he looks at you, "thanks, but i don't want one"

you have to try your hardest not to laugh because that was cute

"no, here," you offer it again

he looks so confused, but takes it anyway

he comes across the trend/theory while scrolling through his phone

then, a few hours later, he barges into your room holding up the peeled orange with the silliest but proudest grin on his face

you laugh and take the orange, "thanks, babe"

he sits down next to you, "you could have just asked, you know"

"i didn't think you would assume i'm offering you one!" you laugh again

now he peels your oranges for you whenever he sees you holding or reaching for one

pass or fail - pass

ABBY

Abby jumps at the chance to help you with anything and everything

you actually caught it on camera too

you were making a silly video for your fans about what fruit you like to eat

you were bored, so you figured you might as well

you picked up an orange and started to peel it

Abby walked in that moment, made the most offended sound and rushed over to snatch the orange for you

"these are messy! let me peel it for you babe"

and he proceeds to peel it, getting his own hands wet and messy in the process

you smile at him because he looks so happy doing it too, like it gives him pure joy to be of service to you

then you lean in and kiss his cheek and he blushes so hard and almost drops the peeled orange

"thank you, my big, strong, sweet boyfriend"

his face gets even redder and he excuses himself to go take a shower because he just worked out (he didn't)

pass or fail - pass

ROMANCE

Romance has been waiting for this moment since he met you

he's up to date with all the latest trends so he knows about the theory long before you even try it

he's very dramatic about it too

you walk in holding an orange and just barely open your mouth

"yes, of course love, let me peel that for you!"

he gets on one knee, takes the orange and peels it right there

delicately, like he's plucking petals off a flower (which he did not do to determine if you liked him or not before you were dating)

you're watching and trying not to laugh, because while it's super romantic (obviously) it is just a little funny

"thank you, sweetheart," you smile at him when you take the peeled orange

then you give him a kiss and he's smiling wide for the rest of the day

boasting to everyone who'll listen, "i passed the orange peel test!"

like Jinu, he will also peel an orange for you any time he sees you holding one or reaching for one

pass or fail - pass

MYSTERY

Mystery listens to everything you say and does anything you ask without question or hesitation

you're laying on his lap watching TV, fiddling with an orange

Mystery notices, but he won't do anything unless you ask him to

you turn to him, see him staring, and then blush in embarrassment as you hold out the orange, "can you please peel this for me baby?"

Mystery says nothing as he takes the orange without a word and starts peeling it

he hands it back to you silently

you smile and take it and kiss his cheek, "thank you"

he stares for a moment, then smiles and leans in and nuzzles his face against your neck

you're happy, so he's happy

then he sees the trend one day while walking past Baby scrolling on his phone

after that he just silently leaves peeled oranges around for you - conveniently when you wanted them

and when you pick one up he's there, waiting for you to ask him to peel it

pass or fail - pass

tag list - @katsukiisshawty @luluprincess230lp @kimyeosinah-reum @arieslucy @ch3rryjampi3 @yoongles2025

#kpop demon hunters #baby saja #baby saja x reader #baby saja x you #saja boys #saja boys x reader #saja boys x you #jinu #jinu x reader #jinu x you #abby saja #abby saja x reader #abby saja x you #romance saja #romance saja x reader #romance saja x you #mystery saja #mystery saja x reader #mystery saja x you

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romanreignsbae · 1 day ago

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no way out - jey uso

gif by: @punksrhea

warnings: angst, smut, captivity, unhealthy obsession, jealousy problems and a lot more unhealthy shit.

a/n: i’ve never written anything like this, and i’ve been so unsure about posting, but honestly whatever! i cannot write smut for my life, so lets just not talk about it lmaoo! i also condone none of this in any way! i also wanted to thank @pr0wlerpunk for her encouragement!

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Jey’s heart raced as he paced the dimly lit basement. He glanced at the bed in the corner, where you lay, curled into a ball, tears streaming down your cheeks. The small window above the bed, only allowed a tiny amount of light into the room.

“Baby,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, yet you could feel tenseness behind it. He never liked seeing you upset. “You know I can’t let you go. Not after everything we’ve been through.”

You turned your face away, a sob leaving your mouth. “Jey, please. You’re scaring me. This isn’t love. This is...controlling.”

His expression darkened, and he stepped closer. “Controlling? No, this is love. True love. I just want to protect what’s mine.”

He reached out, brushing your cheek, causing you to flinch softly. He looked almost hurt. “You’re mine, sweetheart, and i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

Jey had always been possessive, but this was something else entirely. You’d tried to leave him, to escape the jealousy that had grew over his love for you. But now, here you were, trapped in the cold basement of his home, with no way out.

Days eventually turned into a week as he’d bring you food, simple meals he knew you enjoyed. Your appetite had almost entirely disappeared, especially not a good thing with life growing inside you. “Eat, mama. You need your strength,” he’d tell you, watching you with eyes that were both loving and possessive.

You couldn’t escape any part of the situation. You were pregnant with his child. The thought of bringing a life into this world, something that was meant to be happy, and exciting, but instead you’re surrounded by his obsession with keeping you for himself.

“Jey, I can’t do this,” you whispered one certain night, your voice trembling. “I need to see a doctor. The baby needs—”

He cut you off with a stern look, his jaw tightening. “You don’t need anyone but me. I’ll take care of you. I always take care of you.”

The way he said it, so sure, so possessive, made you sick to your stomach. You wanted to believe he loved you, that he was just trying to protect you, but the situation you were in just showed he wanted full control over you.

Each day, you tried to reason with him, to make him see that love shouldn’t feel like this.

“You can’t keep me here forever, Jey. I’m not your property.”

He would sit on the edge of the bed, his eyes softening as he cupped your face in his hands. “But you are mine, and I can’t lose you again. I won’t let you leave me.”

He’d lean in, pressing his soft lips to your forehead, a small tiny gesture of affection that would warm your heart and make you feel sick.

As you lay awake, staring at the ceiling, you felt a flutter in your belly, it was your baby, moving for the first time. You placed your hand lovingly on your stomach, eyes filling with tears.

Jey had noticed and smiled, the darkness in his eyes replaced by something softer. “Our little one,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “I promise to keep you both safe.”

You couldn’t get over the feeling that his love would only grow more possessive when the baby arrived.

Weeks eventually passed, and all you could think about was being free, away from him. You tried to convince him to leave, but each time you brought it up, Jey would become a different person. You could find him throwing furniture at the walls, or storming back upstairs, not even bothering to bring you food.

One night, you decided to push him. “Jey, why don’t you trust me? I’m not going anywhere. I love you.”

His expression hardened, his eyes looking almost crazy, as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your skin. “Love isn’t enough, not when there are people out there who want to hurt you. I won’t let that happen to you, sweetheart, and I cant let anything happen to our baby.”

He placed a hand on your stomach, feeling the baby kick, his eyes growing soft. “But don’t you want our baby to be free? To have a normal life?”

You could see the conflict within him, he knew deep down what he was doing is wrong, but it didn’t change your reality. You were still trapped, still held against your will, and the weight of it all felt so sickening.

You wouldn’t give up. Sitting up, facing him directly you spoke “Jey, we need to talk, i’m being forreal,” you said, your voice staying steady despite the fear sitting deep down in your stomach. You didn’t want Jey to get angry, he could be so scary sometimes.

He looked at you, curiosity mixed with something that looked like fear. “What is it, baby?”

“I just cannot keep living like this. I love you, but I can’t be your little prisoner. I need to know that I can make my own choices.”

Once again, his eyes darkened , and he stood, pacing the room. He began hyperventilating, “you don’t understand what you’re asking. If I let you go, I’ll lose you. I can’t live with that, baby.” Tears filled his eyes, his cheeks flushing pink.

You stood your ground, not showing your guilt. “I’m not asking for much, just a chance to breathe, to live. I don’t wanna have to have a baby, and stay locked up, not even being able to enjoy the experience.” You felt like crying. But showing him how much this was crushing you would only make him feel like he has the upper hand.

He stopped pacing, turning to face you, his expression a mix of anger and sadness. “You think I want to keep you and the baby here? I’m doing this for you, for our baby. I can’t let anything happen to either of you. You’re my whole word.”

“Then let me go, Jey!. Let me prove that I’m not going anywhere. You have to trust me.”

His shoulders slumped, and for a moment, you thought you saw some understanding in him. But then it vanished, replaced once again, by anger. “Trust is a fragile thing, baby. Once it’s broken, it’s hard to repair.”

You could feel the weight of his words, the real truth behind them. He was right. The trust between you two had been shattered long before you found yourself in his basement. And while it seemed it was all your fault, you had your valid reasons.

Jey stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I love you too much to let you go. I’ll always protect you. Always. I promise.”

“Jey...” you started, tears streaming down your face, he silenced you with a finger on your lips.

“I won’t lose you again. Not to anyone. And you aren’t leaving, that’s final.”

With that, he turned away, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You sank back onto the bed, letting all the emotions escape you.

The thoughts of leaving consumed you. You got no sleep, instead you stayed up, staring at the wall, feeling nauseous.

As you lay in bed, trying your best to fall asleep, you hear a noise. A faint sound comes from the door, and your heart raced. Jey had gone out, leaving you alone for the first time in months.

You knew this was your chance. Gathering your strength, ignoring the need to puke, you approached the door, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Jey?” you called softly, hoping to hear his familiar voice. Silence.

Taking a deep breath, you reached for the doorknob and twisted. It was unlocked. Jey had left the door unlocked.

With shaking hands, you pushed the door open. You stepped into the dimly lit hallway, your heart racing as you made your way to the stairs.

But just as you reached the top, you heard a voice behind you. “Where do you think you’re going, baby?”

You turned, your breath catching in your throat as Jey stood there, his face neutral. He looked..calm? Almost as if he was expecting this.

“I...I just wanted to get some air,” you stuttered, trying to keep your voice steady. “I felt really sick down there.”

He stepped closer, his eyes dark. “You know I can’t let you out, why do you keep trying to leave me? You belong here, with me.”

“Jey, please. I can’t live like this,” you begged for what felt like the millionth time. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

He reached out, cupping your face in his hands, his touch gentle despite the look behind his eyes. “you don’t understand. I’m doing this because I love you. Because I love our baby.”

“I—” he stopped, gaze soft, just for a moment. “I can’t lose you again. When you tried to leave everything felt wrong. I wasn’t complete. I won’t let that happen.”

“Jey...” you whispered, your heart was torn in two. You loved this man, oh, so much. But he only tore you down, keeping you all for himself.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ll always protect you, baby. I’ll always keep you safe.”

And as you stood there, lost in his embrace, you couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever be free.

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Being pregnant with his child, you felt a strange mix of fear and desire. And despite the fear that sometimes consumed you, there was an undeniable spark of desire that came over you every time he spoke sweet to you. Spoke to you like he really cared.

He stood across the room, his back to you, his broad shoulders tense with unspoken emotions. You watched him, the way his muscles flexed as he moved, the way his jaw would clench, then unclench. At the moment, he was both your captor and your lover, and you were caught in the middle of his love and possessiveness.

“Come here,” he spoke, his voice low and rough, with an urgency that covered you in goosebumps.

You hesitated for a moment, heart pounding in your chest, but you then found yourself moving closer. You took a small step forward, then another, until you were standing before him. Jey’s dark gaze locked onto yours, and in that moment, it was just the two of you.

He reached out, his fingers brushed against your cheek, then began trailing down to your neck, where they lingered. “I don’t want to lose you,” he murmured, a small frown on his lips, the vulnerability in his voice tugging at your heart. “You’re mine, now and forever.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling in your chest. “You can’t keep me here forever, Jey,” you replied, your voice trembling slightly, you didn’t know how much longer he would keep you here. “I need to be free.”

His expression darkened, and he stepped closer, invading your personal space until you felt the heat radiating from his body. “You think you want freedom? But I can give you everything you need. I do.”

His lips crashed against yours, silencing any further protest. The kiss was hungry, he needed this, bad, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you did too. You melted into him, your body responding instinctively to his touch. His hands found your waist, pulling you against him.

As the kiss deepened, his tongue slipped past your lips, exploring you at a pace that left you breathless. You gave into to him completely, losing yourself in the toxic mix of love and possessiveness that now defined your relationship.

He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you across the dimly lit basement until your back pressed against the cold, concrete wall. You gasped at the sudden contact, and he took advantage of your surprise, his mouth trailing down the curve of your neck, his lips moving down your neck at a slow pace.

“Jey…” you breathed, your fingers grabbing onto his hair as you tilted your head back, granting him better access. The touch of his lips against your skin sent waves of pleasure through you. This man always knew how to work you up.

Still holding you up, he then moved to the small bed, laying you down softly, his hand brushing against your stomach. A reminder of the fact you were carrying his child.

“Shhh,” he whispered against your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin. “Let me take care of you.”

With that, he sank to his knees before you, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled you closer. Your heart raced, knowing exactly where he intended to take you.

He pressed soft kisses along your inner thighs, each touch making you feel dizzy. You gasped as he lightly nipped at your skin, teasing you, prolonging the moment until you were practically begging for more. “Jey, please,” you gasped, arching your back in desperation.

He looked up at you, his eyes brown darkened with lust. “You want more?” he asked with a small smirk playing on his lips. “Then you need to ask for it.”

You bit your lip, embarrassed at what he was asking of you. But the way he stared at you, with that hungry look in his eyes, made you give in so easily. “Please, Jey…I need you so bad, baby,” you practically whimpered, the words flowed from your lips like a prayer.

With a satisfied smirk, he dove between your thighs, licking the juices that were now dripping off your pussy. His tongue circled around your swollen clit, evoking loud moans out of you. “Oh my god!” you arched off the bed, Jey’s hands moving to your waist to hold you down.

He slurped your juices with all he had in him. As you approached your climax, he pulled away, smirking at the disappointed look on your face.

His hands began exploring your body, tracing the soft curves of your pregnancy. You felt beautiful, and desired in a way that made your heart race. he made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

“Are you ready?” he practically groaned. The large bulge showing in his boxers confirmed how much he needed you.

You nodded, breathless, craving the distraction that only he could provide. He positioned himself between your legs, his body pressing against yours as he entered you slowly, letting you adjust, filling you completely. A moan escaped your lips as your body instinctively welcomed him, a perfect fit that made your head spin.

“God, you feel so good, mama,” he groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he began to move, each thrust sending pleasure throughout your body. You wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting him deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him inside you.

You clung to him, nails digging into his back as pleasure moved through you. Jey’s movements quickened, feeling your tightness clench around him. His breath came in ragged gasps, and you could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension coiling in your tummy with each thrust.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his voice came out in a growl.

“I’m yours, Jey,” you gasped, your body arching against his, seeking that sweet release that was oh so close. “Always yours.”

He groaned in response, his grip tightening around you as he thrust harder, deeper, for each movement. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, bringing closer to the edge, and all you could do was give into him.

“Come for me,” he urged, his voice low and commanding, sending shivers racing through your body. “Let go, baby. I want to feel you.”

With a cry, your body fell into ecstasy, your entire body tightening around him as pleasure crashed over you harshly. You felt him shatter alongside you, his body tensed as he buried himself deep, filling you completely.

As the two of you calmed down, catching your breath, you found yourself wrapped in his arms.

Jey held you close, his fingers tracing gentle patterns across your skin. “I won’t let anyone take you from me,” he whispered, his voice almost sounded fragile, scared. “You and our baby are all I need.”

You closed your eyes, resting against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

You understood now, this man held all the power. He held the future of you and your baby, all in his hands.

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Why Must Love Hurt This Bad? - Part 1

—[The chrysos heirs was considered a hero by all, all except for you]—

Synopsis- • { having one of the chrysos heir being in love with you was the fantasies the ladies and perhaps the gentlemen of the Amphoreus' biggest fantasies, you used to think like that too until at one point, the fantasy becomes the reality and soon, dreams turn into nightmares}—°

Reader's gender: Gender neutral

Note: <[ Unlike what many may think, yandere is still yandere. Toxicities are bound to happen and no matter how kind and gentle someone may have been, the moment the obsession has taken over, even the kindest character can turn into abusive real quick, therefore please read at your own risk]>

Note: <[ I'm sorry if there are any mistakes in Phainon's part. I played through the story, but I wasn't able to remember every detail and thus, should you find any mistakes here. Sincerely, forgive me, I will work harder to give Phainon a much better characterization of him and of course, this too will be applied to more characters in the future]> (1/2)

Note: <[ For Anaxa's path I was trying my best to make it as logical as possible. However, I do want to make it so that it is aligned with the reader's mental state. However, I understand that I may have messed up Anaxa's part. I am sorry for that and, therefore, will try my best to make a better fic in the future. Also English is not my first language and if there are any grammar mistakes let me know in advance so that in the future I can avoid it]> (2/2)

Ft,: Anaxa, Mydei, Phainon

WARNING: emotional abuse, physical abuse, kidnapping, chained against one's will. Yandere, manipulative, hand breaking, limbs breaking, weapon used on the reader, threatening, items breaking, forced intimate touches, (no non con) reader being thrown to the wall, abusive character in general, reader's death

This is made after 3.4 please do not read it should you still haven't done the quest yet,

DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE ANY OF THE WARNINGS ABOVE. IF YOU READ THE POST, YOU ARE CONSENTING TO CONSUMING THE CONTENT THAT WAS GIVEN TO YOU,

The Hero Who Sacrificed The World For You

"s-stop this please ... I'm begging you..." You cried, your eyes filled with tears, and slowly you felt his gentle hand wrap around your waist. "Shh," he gently comforted you. "It's okay, I know you feel sad and I understand dear." he kissed your forehead and smiled at you warmly, his smile radiated pure joy from him like the sun, but to you... Although he was equal to the sun, it felt like he was the abyss itself. In what reality does the sun create such a bone-chilling atmosphere?

"No, no, no, please let me go!!!" You screamed at him, and he frowned, not because of annoyance but because he hates your tears, no, no, no, no.... Sometimes he does love seeing you cry, but that's when you cried out of happiness when you realized he was able to achieve victory during his journey, he loves seeing your tears when he surprises you with your beloved new home! He loves your tears when you marry him!

Everything was going so well! So why is it that now you have turned like this? Phainon signed. Perhaps it's just the stress getting to you, now that the Amphoreus is in danger... Everyone was panicking, and of course, as any normal human being, you would be nervous and scared. "It's okay my dear, it's fine... I'm here am I not?" He kissed your head and gently caressed your side face. Slowly wiping away your tears, Phainon loves your tears, but only when you are happy,

"...please, let me go... I can't... I can't do this anymore...!" You screamed at him, and Phainon shook his head. "Can't you see the chaos that is happening? I'm trying to keep you safe. Here, in our little home right here. He carried you to the sofa. "Shh... I know, it's a bit too overwhelming right now, but I promise you, dear, you will be comfortable here for the time being." Your tears had long since dried on your face. You can only look at phainon with tears in your eyes. At some point, you can't even tell what he looks like because the tears make your sight blurry. He put you down on a chair and gently pushed it to the table. He then kisses your cheek and begins to prepare food. He was too calm when the world was ending.

He looks at you and smiles. After finishing cooking, he puts down the plate for you. You look at the table with a grim face... Your heart fills with fear. You looked at him, "Please..." You begged him, one more time... Just one more time. Phainon sighed, he gently caressed your face and let out a sigh, "... Why?" You asked him, "Because we are meant to be dear," he said it with such a gentle tone you almost trust him, you closed your eyes. Your body trembles... After a few days with him, you discovered he has always been infatuated with you. Apparently, you and he were destined to be together. At least that's what he said.

"Why aren't you eating? Is the food not to your liking?" He asked. You shook your head and grabbed the spoon, "..." You scooped up the food and tasted it. "Urgh..." You can't help but let out a sigh... Phainon frowned, "Huh? You don't like the food? But you always do before," he said. "That's strange, I don't recall ever saying I like this food" you replied way too quickly. His eyes widened, and for the first time, you saw Phainon become speechless. The explosion interrupts that semi-calm atmosphere, before you can react, Phainon grabbed you and carried you out of the house.

You close your eyes, hoping that everything is a dream but you know it's not, you know that the black tide is destroying everything. Where is Phainon carrying you to?! "Phainon!!! Where are you taking me?!" He smiles at you, "somewhere safe, trust me..." He said. All you can do is just wait for his actions. At this point, it's useless to try to do anything. He jumped, and you hugged him tightly. All you can do is pray. After what felt like eternity he finally put you down. You don't know where you are, all you can do is watch as he grabs his weapon and slices the monster that tries to get to him. Perhaps it's just the survival instinct telling you to run, and just like that, you run into another hall, running from him, trying to escape from him.

That was proven to be the stupidest choice you could have made.

You felt someone grabbing your wrist and against your will, your body was turned to face him. Phainon looks at you, his gentle and smug face is gone. That makes you feel a bit better. "Why...? Why did you run away? Why can't you just stay? Again and again..." He looked at you with tears in his eyes. You frown, "You keep me with you against my will, and yet you dared to ask why I ran away?! Are you so delusional to the point you can't use logic for once?!" You yell at him, but before anything, he hugs you, and you feel wet tears falling from his eyes onto your shoulder. " I understand, my actions were unforgivable and for that i'm sorry, but you have stayed with me before right?"

"You once stayed beside me, comforting me after I got back from the battlefield, you once stayed by my side and baked some sweets to cheer me up," he says between sobs. "You once promised to stay by my side forever," he hugs you tightly, "so why can't you honour your promise? Why did you betray me? Again and again, again and again and..." He choked in his sobs, "again..." He grips your arms tightly, "I..." You were lost for words. He kisses your head and smiles. "But... Now that I've got you back, it'll be okay, we just need to fix this and then... And then we can be together,"

He grabbed you, ignored your question, and protested. You hit him, scratched at him, and even bit him. But Phainon doesn't bulge at all, he still carries you and treats you so gently as if one wrong move and you'll be shattered. You hated him... So much... You grabbed his shoulders, trying to get away, but he simply ignored your protest, as if what you were doing was nothing. And in truth? It is nothing, he doesn't even bulge at all. Soon, you and Phainon met someone, someone who resembles him a lot. You don't understand... "N-no way... Another phainon?!" Your eyes widen. Hearing your voice the other phainon turned around and smiled when he saw you, "I'm glad to meet you again love," he said.

"What? No, I ..." You looked at the phainon who carries you. Your face screams, 'tell me what's going on...' and he chuckles. He put you down, and now there are two phainon with you. "It's a shame that even in this 'loop' you still aren't gonna get your happy ending," he said. Why do his eyes become teary? Why does the phainon behind you begin to unsheathe his sword? Why? "What's happening...? Why?" You asked your voice trembling with fear, he said he loves you but-

"I don't understand... One day you just came to me and said you finally found me..." Your voice cracked revealing a pathetic sob, "and now you're gonna kill me?!" Phainon kisses your cheek, "shh, it'll be okay, my love, we will meet again, we can be together again, we can-" your patience broke, and you pushed him! In that moment of his vulnerability, Phainon wasn't able to stand still and fell to the ground. "How dare you?! First, you kidnapped me, saying you love me, then this whole thing happened, and you dragged me from the city to the house to the town to anywhere!!!" You yell at him, "But love, didn't you once say-" you looked at him-

"I NEVER MET YOU!"

His eyes widen, and you begin to ramble about how you hate him. "We never met at all! I've seen you in the poster! I heard about you from people's mouths! But before this?! I have never met you!!!" Before he can speak another word, you continue, "No, I have never cried seeing you coming back from the battlefield! I have never married you! I have never fallen for you! We have never gone on a date! Phainon! You are a stranger who claimed to be my lover and did all of this!!!!"

He stands up, just as you finish yelling, your face turns pale. Phainon's eyes are empty, and he... Chuckled? But there is no smugness or sarcasm behind it. "... Ah I see..." He took a step closer to you, you tried to run, but the second phainon grabbed your arm, making you stand still. You scream for help, but no one comes, of course, no one comes. Everybody is dead. "In this loop, I never make an effort to find you because I thought it would hurt my soul to fall for you again, but... It seems that on the brink of destruction and being able to see you still alive makes me forget about that. He gently holds your face and brings it closer to his. "I forgot that in this loop, we never met. I'm sorry, love, I truly do," he mutters the word with such a soft tone you almost forgot the blade in his hand.

"Pathetic," the second phainon said, you turn around. The second phainon begins to grab your wrist and pull you to him. "I must admit, I find him to be very commendable, in my previous loop I immediately find you and make you mine, but I suppose because slowly things start to change, all phainon becomes more self-aware..." He stops before continuing. "Few of them start to try and avoid you, to make sure they don't become obsessive. Two of the previous loops failed because you died. Those phainon immediately complete their mission in hopes of a future cycle being able to save you" You stand still not knowing what to do, "One of them actually never met you in their lifetime, when he checks, it's because in that loop you never existed at all" he gripped your wrist tightly, "and this one... It seems that he almost didn't meet you... Ah but of course fate has other plans no?"

Before you can speak a word, a gasp goes out of your mouth, and slowly your vision gets blurry, your hand touches your stomach, and instead of feeling the smooth clothing, you feel a cold blade instead. "In many cases," the second phainon started speaking, "most phainon weren't able to handle the thought of letting you alone, so now that it has come to this..." He turned his back and didn't say anything.

The phainon behind you hugs you, "I'm so sorry, I really am sorry love," he cried while hiding his face against your neck. "We will meet again," he said. His voice was shaky. The second phainon looked at you back with soft gentle eyes. "Don't worry,"

"As long as he wants it, he will always find you"

The Last Crown Prince Who Bathes In Your Love

"argh!!!" Your sight turns blurry, and for a second, you thought you would faint. But turns out the suffering had just begun. "Not bad," the cocky voice fills your ears. You look up to see the Last Prince De Guardian of Amphoreus watching over you with his yellow eyes, akin to the sun itself watching over you as if you are not a human being, No... This is no equal fight, this is a predator capturing its prey. And you know you are not the predator. Despite his cocky attitude, and prideful characteristics... He grabbed you in a gentle manner that shocked you. Looking at your wide eyes he scoffs,

"Are you shocked that I'd treated my lover well?" He asked, and you nodded. "I've always thought that the mydeimos would have been... Rougher" he smirked. "I could have treated you roughly, I could have pinned you to the ground, or maybe broken your leg so that you won't run away anymore. I could have cut off both of your arms so that these hands of yours—" he grabbed your wrist and put it against his side face. "—would never be able to attack me anymore." He looks at you, his eyes grim.

"I could have done all of that, I could have been rougher, crueller and yet... I didn't, I treated you so gently right now aren't I?" He asked you. "Yes, that is correct..." Your voice was shaky, how could you not be afraid? A chrysos heir who was known for his immortality and his brutal ways of fighting in a war is kneeling in front of you. "So tell me, what more could you want from me? Why can't you just give up and accept it?" He asked, his voice filled with contempt. You frown at him, obviously wanting to say something. But you understand that if you pushed him further, instead of getting slightly beaten, he might beat you further until you fainted or worse. Have permanent injuries.

You groan in pain when he grabs your hair, twisting it and pulling it to the back, revealing your throat. "If I wanted to, I could slice your throat now," his face gets closer to your neck, "or, I could snap your neck and have you die right now" he muttered besides your ears, your heart begins to race, "break you, torn off your limbs one by one until you no longer able to run away again" he carried you in his arms. You begin to tremble. AEON AEON AEON... You begin to pray. You remember what sins you have committed to gain this man's love. No... You can't even call this love. This is an obsession

You were scared... He's gonna take you back to that palace, the big place where he simply puts you with books that he thinks you like and some food that he knows you love. Of course from the outside it felt like a dream, you won't need to work or get any job. But at some point a human needs interaction, and you can't just deal with mydei's hot and cold attitude, sometimes he's kind, letting you scream and even hit him. After that, he'll simply put you down and leave you alone. But when he's in a bad mood...

"ARGHH!!!!" You scream when he grabs your knee and snaps it back, your eyes filled with tears and you grab whatever you can. The pillows, the bed sheet and the bed veil. The pain is unbearable; it doesn't take 5 minutes before you burst into tears, sobbing due to pain. He simply looks at you with cold eyes and leaves the room. Minutes later he returned with a physician. The one that, of course, is under his rule. Yu were trapped, forced to stay in bed for months because of your broken leg. And he even dared to say you should be grateful because he didn't snap both of your legs. You can't help but silently curse him, does he know? Of course, he knows, but somehow, this man doesn't seem to care about it unless you specifically say it yourself.

... That's how your life mostly went on, seeing him. Eating the food he provided for you, although sometimes you asked him to bring another type of food, perhaps a snack, perhaps another type of drink. But you do occasionally drink pomegranate juice with goat's milk and cheese. Does it taste good? Maybe, you usually spend your day reading a book or maybe even drawing. Can't dance because the last time you escaped through your window. Now it's sealed shut— "until you prove your loyalty, I won't let you see the sunlight," he says. You can't help but wish to just hit him until he dies at that moment.

He was terrifying when he was in a bad mood. Anything you did, you say, even the way you breathe, could trigger him. No, he doesn't hate you. His bad mood is always linked to you, it usually happens after a long period of going against his orders or simply running to another place for shelter. Of course, the place is destroyed beyond recognition, you never run after people. You know what will happen. But if he was in a bad mood with other people? Then, seeing you simply makes him feel calm; it is at this time that he is most vulnerable. This moment is where you can ask almost any exception with a few and he'll do it for you. Perhaps asking for new clothes, accessories or maybe even something expensive like jewelry will be accepted.

As savage as he was, he could also be gentle and kind. In rare moments where you and he are alone and you don't feel like fighting against him, and coincidentally he is in a good mood. He can change from 1 to 180° and sometimes it makes your head spin. No, he doesn't act 'cute' or 'cheerful' or even 'flirty', he simply acts more... Calmer, much less angrier and sometimes you joke in your head that finally, his face got a resting time after frowning for so long. But of course, such moments are rare, and sometimes you wish to ask him to keep doing it often, but you think to yourself. Is it worth it to risk triggering his wrath in hopes that he'll act much gentler?

... You opened your eyes again, this time. There was a bruise on your wrist. Sometimes, the prince hurts you. Not because of sadism, but simply because he forgets your body is not compared to his. No normal human body could be compared to his. Not unless that human was chosen or simply blessed by Aeon. He sees this as an inconvenience and sometimes even clicks his tongue when he hears you whimpering, but to you? It makes your heart feel dreadful, his normal strength during the punishment is already torturous enough... If he can forget how to be gentle with you by accident. You can't imagine what his real strength could be if he were to be truly mad with you.

... Usually, people would stay or maybe hope for an escape one day, but you, the stupid, naive, truly incapable of any thoughts, decided that another escape attempt must be made.— wait, no. This isn't your words or your thoughts. No. This is mydei's thoughts. Yes. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer. "Usually, people would stay or maybe hope for an escape one day, but you, the stupid, naive, truly incapable of any thoughts, decided that another escape attempt must be made" you gulp. "How the hell did you get away? Truly, I have underestimated you. And for that I apologize," he said, his voice eerily calm. He grabbed your left hand. "Clearly, you didn't learn." Before you could say anything—

Your eyes turned blurry, and you couldn't help but let out soft, pathetic sobs. What sins have you committed you think? What crimes have you committed to be given such harsh punishment? What sorcery have you performed to manage to make the prince fall head over heels for you? You know he loves you, and he knows you hate him. After breaking your left hand, he kissed you gently on your neck. After that, he grabs your chin and presses his lips on yours. His kiss was rough. A mix of dominance, love and obsession. You taste blood, ahh... You bit his lips. And yet he doesn't stop. No, he won't stop. Not until he got his fill. He pushed you to the bed. You can't fight. You can't do you. No...

You taste a desperation, is it from you or...him? You close your eyes. You feel tears falling on your face. Why? Why is he crying? You were the one who was suffering right now. You were the one whose limbs, hands and heart got broken multiple times. You were the one who was kidnapped and forced to live with this man. Both of you were once close friends, you remember chatting to him and sometimes even patching his injuries. You remember your happy moment together. But now? It felt like a joke. Perhaps it is, as his golden eyes met yours, you feel his gentleness. He hugs you and kisses your cheeks.

"... Don't fight me, don't run away, just stay. Let me love you" he mumbled. You looked at him. "... You won't get away, what you're doing is more harmful to yourself than it is to me," he said. "Don't go. Don't even think of escaping," he added. You don't have the strength to even talk back. You slowly drift off to sleep. You felt a gentle lip to your mouth.

"You once asked what crimes you have committed for this"

"It's simple, really"

"You stole my heart, and therefore. You must pay the price"

The Scholar's Most Precious Test Subject

The sound of a chain rattling against the floor fills the room. You look at the door, and for a second, you wonder if you can ever reach it. But it's impossible. The chain was made with the finest metal, and around your ankle, there was an ankle bracelet, as cruel as Anaxagoras is, he was kind enough to only use it on one of your legs, while the other one enjoys the freedom of not being chained. Although is that enough? While you can take another step, the chains were specifically made to be far enough for you to reach the bathroom and do whatever you need to but a few feet away from the main exit door. It felt like a joke and when you realized it, you almost broke down crying.

"Ah?" You let out a pathetic sound once the cold hands wrapped themselves around you, it was him. Anaxagoras, the chrysos heir and the most brilliant scholar. There he was, hugging you and slowly dragging you away from the main door. Unlike what many expected, the brilliant scholar was content with staying in a quite sizable yet still small apartment, of course, with you as his captive, nothing could ever make him feel unsatisfied for some time. You looked at him. "Let me go, Anaxa," you said bitterly...knowing this man won't obey or even listen to you. No, he was too into your existence, saying he needed to study you. It was scary. Anaxagoras was not someone who would joke around, at least to you.

"No," he replied, that's all. You almost screamed at him but the sight of his pistol to your head makes you back away. You sighed and let him drag you to the bed. "... Tell me, how is it legal for you to do this?" You asked him, "Legal? It doesn't matter whether this is legal or not." You frown. "How ironic, the chrysos heir was seen as the hero of Amphoreus, and yet this one here acts more like the villain than that of a hero," you glare at him. He simply stood up and put his pistol into a drawer. You flinch a bit when he extends his hand to your head. You close your eyes! He pulls your face closer and— "as expected," he said. "You'll close your eyes" he added. You open them back and look at him dumbfounded. Of course, you will close it, after many times he grabbed your hair, or even slapped you. How are you supposed to face it without closing your eyes?!

Gently, he caresses your side face and kisses your forehead. This is not new, you knew Anaxagoras, or rather... The name he hated was Anaxa. You groan when he kisses your forehead. It felt disgusting. He then walked to the kitchen and cooked dinner. Although he kidnapped you, at least he is rational enough to know that he can't just make you cook his dinner or do any chores. Of course, except for a few to make sure you don't become too 'lazy' in his words. But the truth is he is just simply making sure your body is still moving. The act of hugging you from behind sometimes leaves you confused. The main exit door was in front of you, but it seems that he always managed to go back in without alerting you at all, which is weird. You have been looking at the door for so long you wondered if he just slips out of your mind.

You looked at him and you looked at your chained ankle. "I don't understand... Why can't you just be...normal? Court me like a normal person does. Maybe then, we can still spend time together without you needing to chain me here and me being afraid of you" you mumbled to him, not too loud. Just enough so that he can hear you.

"..." He looks over the pot he had filled with water, "would you trust me if I said, I have a good reason for it?" He put the sliced vegetables inside. You looked down at the floor. "What reason could ever justify kidnapping me and chaining me here as if I were some kind of animal?" You asked him, your voice trembled with rage. He put the pot on the stove and turned it on. Sometimes you forget that this man actually eats and sleeps, seeing as he often just spends his time studying, watching over you or simply taking care of his favourite animal toy. Actually, you almost forgot this man who kidnapped you is the same one who specifically bought a Dromas doll more than he could and should have ....

But it's hard to look at his cuter side now. You sighed and silently lay down on the bed. The bed wasn't the softest but a million times better than the floor. You closed your eyes, imagining an alternate route or perhaps a timeline where you were freed of him. Just when you're about to drift off to sleep, you feel his fingers wrapped around your shoulder. "..." You look up to him. "Dinner's ready, let's go and eat" he pulls you. Too emotionally and physically exhausted you comply. You don't have the energy, to fight against his words or his hands. Sometimes you wondered... How the hell did he get back so fast? Anaxa leaves on time and always returns at the same time unless something's or in other words YOU do something that triggers him.

You sat on the chair and took a sip of water before you enjoyed the dish. After a few minutes, you finished your dinner and put the dishes into the sink. Anaxa simply walked past you and washed it. You looked at the exit door, and the chain is just enough to reach it. Somehow... A thought appeared in your mind. 'If I were just a bit taller and my hands were just a bit longer.. I could probably open the door, but of course, you've already passed the age of growing up. Anaxa's cough which makes you stop thinking about the door and turn back to him.

Your days with your captor go on as usual; you just get through the books he's giving you. Meanwhile, Anaxagoras is simply enjoying himself watching over you while hugging you from behind and looking at you from the side. You felt so powerless and in truth, you are. You could never match with someone like him. Your brain is nothing compared to his genius. Your power is nothing to his title. Your existence is nothing compared to the prodigy. So why is he doing this? Keeping you all to himself... It makes him less than a scholar, more like a...

You snap out of your thoughts and notice that he was drifting off to sleep. Just as you open your mouth, he falls asleep upon your shoulder. On a second thought, you'd take notice of the dark circle under his eyes. But you don't exactly know what he is doing to the point he gets so tired, and it's not like Anaxa was willing to speak to you about the outside exception of when you want to learn. "Anaxa..." You called out to him. He hated that nickname. He opened his eyes and he frowned. You felt a spark of joy seeing that.

"If you're sleepy, go to bed, don't fall on me. You're heavy you know?" You purposely remind him of his height and weight. It sounds a bit too cruel, doesn't it? But you don't care. Anything to make him love you less? His eyes meet yours, and before you could say anything, he whispers to you, but you don't understand and thus, can only give a nod. He then simply hugs you tighter and falls asleep. You sighed. This isn't working for sure. In the end, you lie down in bed next to your captor. He was good-looking, that is no lie, but does his appearance matter now? Obviously no.

... The next day, he leaves for work once again. And for a few minutes, you only spend your time watching the exit. There were a couple of times when you saw what was behind the door. A tree and a blue sky. You could watch the sky from the bar window, the locked balcony with bulletproof glass but you are more interested in seeing the sky behind that exit door. "Speaking of the blue sky..." You mumbled to yourself. "That room's light really looks so blue-ish, are we up in the air?" You shook your head. "No way... After all what sky has green trees right?"

You grab the knife and simply look at it. No, you once tried using a knife on the chains hoping it could free you. Only to realize the chain works as a tracker and an alarm. It woke up. And you remember how he threw you to the wall taking the breath from your chest. How his fragile-looking hands grabbed you and dragged you to the bed. He doesn't hit you but he did tie you up and simply threatened you. The scholar can be calm as much as he wants but in that moment you can tell the stress of the work, stubborn people and your act has pushed him to the limit, but you still think it's unfair how he took it out on you.

At the present time, you simply wonder if you can somehow try to escape. Maybe try not to trigger the ankle chain. But if it reaches its full length, it would alert Anaxa that you're reaching for something out of your boundary, if you try to cut it. Immediately, Anaxa will be alerted to you trying to take it off. There is no button, and the chain's head is behind a room that Anaxa refused to let you in. Of course...

Not working, not needing anything... It sounds like heaven to those folk who might be tired of their job or life responsibilities, but humans need interaction. Whether it's from a real human or online. They really need one; you can only deal with Anaxa for so long until, at some point, you just start to find him no longer appealing. You shook your head. Truth to be told you're losing hope. It's been what? Weeks, months maybe a year if you are really pushing it.

After what felt like another hour of you thinking, you turned your back and gripped the knife really tight. You don't want to die. You really don't want to, but if this is what it takes then— bam! Your shoulder was shot. Instantly you let go of that knife. Your knees fell to the floor as you gripped your shoulder tightly. You groan in pain, and as you look up, you see Anaxa standing over you. Somehow, it felt like he was the council watching over you, while you felt like the prisoner was waiting for his punishment.

He gets down on his one knee and his other hand simply grabs your hair and pulls it to the side. You let a small whimper of pain. "Foolish, utterly foolish." He said. "How-?" Your eyes widen and tears fall down. "I didn't trigger the chain...!" Your voice cracks. "You seem interested in this door..." He said. He grabbed the chain, and after that, the chain broke into pieces. "Wha—?!" Anaxa grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the exit. Countless possibilities shoot into your mind. Is he finally letting you go? Is he finally getting bored with you? Are you finally seeing the blue sky?The door opened and...

"what...?" Your eyes looked around and ... The blue ish light that you thought were the sky itself was a screen... The trees that you saw were just decorations. On a closer look the room looks childish. A poorly recreation of an 'outside' world. Anaxa closes the door, his eyes look at you cold. "Well, go on. Speak up, this is what you wanted no?" He said, his voice fills with sarcasm. "I ..." Before you could say any more word he grabbed your wrist and grips it tightly, "go on, speak it up, speak what's on your mind now. Thanked ME now, this is what you wanted right? This room, this is the room you've spent months watching from the other side...! This is the room that you've spent countless of time trying to escape the chains to get to"

You felt like a joke, face turns into red with embarrassment and anger. You couldn't even mutter a word because of how truth it is. This room is obviously fake, but perhaps... Because you were isolated for too long, even the fake feels and seems real. Feeling exhausted you fell but he caught you. "... Why must you do this? Sobs...is it fun watching me like this?" You asked him, tears were already falling down. He looks at you. "Truth to be told at first it was fun, I know what's going to happen and I was looking forward to it" he admitted.

"but at some point I started to hope you'd stop." He added. He pulls you closer. "Because I've realized if I don't stop now. You'll truly break," he mutters. Slowly he puts you down to the floor. "I closed the light, and no longer put on anything in this room" he looks at you, "but you kept going. You still think on the other side of this door there was an exit." You gripped your hands. "You tried to escape countless of times, slice the chain, try to break your own ankle, grab a pot hoping you could smash it to the pieces" your chest feels tighter. "Haven't you noticed that I never seem to come back from this door?" Your eyes widen, "wait- I swear I"

"you truly are foolish aren't you?"

"there is no path other than me,"

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lynnieverse · 3 days ago

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I miss u girl

I miss y'all too omg. so sorry I've been gone for so long, I've been working THREE jobs this summer to pay off my car! now that classes are starting back up again I should be posting more regularly (no promises lol). as a thank you for sticking with me, here's a new one shot ;)))

also this is lowkey based on true events in my life between me and the KILLER so maybe i’ll write the happy ending i cant get 😛

lmk if you want a part two!!

friends don't // rafe cameron

oneshot

bsf!rafe x crushing!reader

synopsis: friends don't... but we do.

1.6k words

You stare down at the dim light of your phone, the words practically echoing in your head.

good night y/n

Simple. To the point. Definitely not something that should make your heart almost beat out of your chest.

You let your eyes fall closed as you take a deep breath, trying not to overanalyze like you always do.

You and Rafe are just friends. That’s all.

But friends don’t…

No. You snap yourself out of whatever trance you’re in and click your phone off. Part of the problem is others feeding into your delusions, so you decide against texting your friends this time.

Instead you roll over, the duvet crinkling satisfyingly at your movement, and hug a spare pillow tight against your chest.

After dark is when you become a master director of all things make believe. Daydreaming is nice, but concocting a storyline about your life to fall asleep to is what you’re best at.

This time you imagine his hand sliding into yours, pulling you down the beach with a secret smile that lights up his twinkling eyes. The scene fades to black and you’re in your living room, tucked against his side watching some RomCom. Your song starts playing through the speakers. You giggle, pulling him to his feet so he can twirl you around on the carpet. He has so much love in his eyes, and he kisses you as Taylor Swift fades to the background.

You can picture it in your head as clear as day.

“And so it goes, you two are dancing in a snow globe ‘round and ‘round…”

No; friends definitely don’t do this.

Fuck.

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The next day you’re meant to meet Rafe early to talk about some upcoming surfing tournament he wants to enter. You must have overslept because the next thing you know the sun is blinding you through a crack in the curtains and someone is pounding on your front door.

Grabbing your glasses, you stumble down the stairs with a yawn. Whoever decided to disturb your beauty sleep must have a death wish.

You grip the brass knob and wrench the door open, interrupting Rafe mid-knock with an almost animalistic growl.

“What the actual fuck, Rafe?!”

He looks pissed, stuffing his hands in his pockets with a scowl. You’re suddenly aware of how awful you must look. Pajamas askew, hair a mess, and you hadn’t even taken your pimple patches off yet. Warmth floods your cheeks, but Rafe doesn’t notice.

“I thought you died, Y/N, what the hell!”

“Died?” your nose scrunches in confusion. A bead of sweat tickles your hairline and you usher him inside quickly. “It’s too hot to be letting all the air out, come on.”

He follows you to the living room where you sit on the couch expectantly. “Well?” You ask.

“I’ve been calling you all morning, you were supposed to meet me and you just didn’t show up. What was I supposed to think?”

You roll your eyes. “That I overslept? Literally anything else other than death, Rafe.”

He blows out a harsh breath and runs a hand over his buzzed head. “Yeah. Okay.”

“I’m sorry, though. I didn’t mean to worry you. I didn’t get much sleep last night,” you say, biting your lip. No sleep from thinking about you.

His eyes soften and he takes the seat next to you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up… Well I did, but I wouldn’t have if I’d known.”

You laugh lightly, patting his leg before immediately retracting your hand. “You’re all good, Rafey.”

Was that too much? That was definitely too much.

“So about this tournament…”

You groan, letting your body fall back into the cushions. “Do we have to talk about this?”

“Okay drama queen. You’ll want to hear about it when you hear what first prize is.”

You perk up, raising an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“A trip to Hawaii, all expenses paid, for a week,” he smirks, knowing he piqued your interest.

“Shut up! That’s so cool!”

He watches as you bounce in place excitedly, the corner of his mouth quirking up slightly. He clears his throat and looks away.

“Yeah, so I really want to win this. Plus I get to take someone with me.”

“Holy shit! Who would you take? Sarah? Topper?” You try not to bring attention to how close you’d become, your knee almost brushing his thigh. He gives you a look, eyebrows pulling together slightly.

“You are really dense sometimes,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “That’s rude, Rafe,” you say with a pout. He smirks but doesn’t reply, and you don’t push. That’s usually how your conversations went; one person would push a boundary, the other would ignore it, and time went on. It’s exhausting.

“Why would I take my sister to Hawaii?" He throws his hands up.

“Well I don’t know Rafe, why would you take me?” Your mouth snaps shut in immediate regret. You both maintain eye contact before someone looks away, silence washing over the room.

“Okay,” Rafe clears his throat. “I guess that’s all I wanted to tell you.” He stands, pulling his keys out of his pocket. He takes his time walking to the door, jangling his keys to some unknown rhythm. You follow him silently, watching his T-shirt stretch across his flexing back. Shaking your head you push down those thoughts, the ones reserved for your pillow.

Rafe stops with his hand on the knob, turning his head back to look at you. “We could—uh…we could go surfing later? You could give me some pointers?”

You want to laugh. What a ridiculous notion. You give him surfing tips? He has at least a few years experience on you, and he knows it. But his puppy dog eyes keep you from pointing that out.

“Um, yeah. That sounds like fun! Let me just eat some lunch and get ready; I can meet you there?”

He smiles, dimples making your knees weak. “It’s a date.”

Your eyes widen.

Why does he say shit like that?

He has to know it kills you every time he gives and pulls away.

His smile falters, but he keeps up the act, winking at you and slipping out the door. You were hoping to get a little space from him. From everything he encapsulates. But of course you folded like a house of cards.

You always do.

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After surfing Rafe somehow convinced you to have a couple drinks at the local dive bar.

You’re still in your damp bikini top, one of Rafe’s T-shirts from the trunk of his car hanging from your shoulders. The air smells like stale beer and Pine Sol, an odd but oddly comforting combination. The jukebox in the corner is humming some sixties tune, and Rafe’s leg is pressed against yours. The booth is small, but it feels intentional, and it’s making your head spin.

“I’m telling you, Y/N, I think I inhaled half the ocean out there.”

You snort into your drink, salt-crusted hair falling into your face. Before you can blink, warm fingers tuck said hair behind your ear. You snap your head up in surprise, but he takes his time pulling his hand away. His touch lingers, softly tracing the line of your jaw. His eyes flick to your lips—cheeks flushed from the alcohol, pupils blown.

“What?” You whisper.

His breath hitches. “I just… I love—” A glass breaks behind the bar, startling you both. It snaps the rubber band of tension between you instantly. You shift in your seat, Rafe rubs a hand down his face.

“You were saying?”

Rafe’s eyes cut to you, and he takes a deep breath. “I love this bar,” he says finally. You instantly deflate. “Yeah, we should play that next! I’m going to go queue it up, be right back,” he rushes out, practically sprinting across the room in the name of Toby Keith.

You stare after him, drink sweating in your hand.

“I love this bar,” you mutter under your breath. “God, you’re so full of shit.” You try to act normal, swirling the melting ice around in your glass. A minute later Rafe comes back, a smile on his face like nothing happened.

You feign happiness for as long as you can. You laugh at his stupid Toby Keith impression. You even toast your glass to his. But the buzz is gone, the warmth evaporated. Soon after you’re in an Uber, leaving Rafe with his thoughts at the bar.

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You’re startled awake by the shrill sound of your ringtone in the middle of the night. You groan, feeling around your nightstand before gripping the phone in your hand.

“Hello?” You squint through the darkness, eyes heavy with sleep.

“Hi.”

“Rafe?” You check the caller ID and confirm it’s him. “What the hell, dude?”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called.”

“Wait, wait. What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Honestly I shouldn’t have called… I couldn’t sleep and you’re the first person I wanted to talk to.” His voice is quiet, and something about the way he spoke dissipates all previous annoyance.

“That’s sweet, Rafey. What’s keeping you up?”

“What do you think?”

Time stops. Your heart stutters. Rafe goes quiet.

“Rafe…” You whisper.

“Forget it,” he sighs.

“Why did you call me?”

“We’re friends aren’t we?”

“Friends don’t do this,” you manage, practically choking out the words.

“No, they don’t.” A pause. “We do, though.”

Your eyes fall closed with a pained sigh.

“Yeah…we do.”

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intoxicated-chan · 3 days ago

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𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬

Summary ➳ Daryl doesn’t need much to keep him whole, but the only thing that keeps him going, even during the darkest moments of his life, it’s you.

(A/n) ➳ Inspired by “Cupid Kills” by Falling Blind. I haven’t finished the Walking Dead and so I don’t really know what goes on. So this is basically if Daryl didn’t go off to find Rick and stayed in Georgia. No taglist because I am sleep deprived 😭😭😭

Word Count ➳ 1k

Content Warnings ➳ Female reader, slight mention of torture, mention of Negan, slight smoking use, HEAVY OOC Daryl, straying away from the plot of TWD, talk of having children…

Daryl awoke in his shared bed, he first groaned as he was woken abruptly but the cause was unknown. The house was silent, save for the radio softly playing in the back, he remembered he turned it on for you when you couldn’t sleep without sound.

But his first thought was that it was a nightmare that his brain pushed into the back of his head. It was only four years since he broke out of Negan’s prison but he was able to remember every detail of his time there.

He grumbled to himself, he doesn’t affect him as it did years ago but the scars still linger. The paranoia was always watching, eyes to his back with no owner in sight. The sounds, taste, smell, feeling…

Daryl suddenly sat up, his composure seemed calm but he couldn’t tear his eyes from what was in front of him. A dresser that was a mess, clothes stuck out of his, empty bullets, cigarette buds, wrappers of midnight snacks, and other items. The only thing that stood out to him was the photo of you and him, or rather drawing someone did of you and him.

Though it was rushed, he could tell every detail, of course, it was his favorite day. The first time he properly took you out on a date. It was when you arrived after a run on his bike, it was an easy run, no walkers just trading supplies from another nearby group and resting in an isolated cabin he found.

When you both arrived, he let everyone else look over the supplies while he took you to a nearby bench to just watch everything. A teenager caught sight of you too and once they were finished, they brought their masterpiece to you both.

Though that was the last time Daryl truly let his guard down and finally dream.

And when Daryl came back, you knew there was something gnawing at him. He truly never let himself be the way he was before.

Your ideas of a happy home were sometimes brought down with Daryl’s realistic comment.

“Not with the damn walkers out there. Forget ‘bout a home to yerself.”

“Don’tcha get it? It ain’t ever gonna happen.”

You knew he was trying his best to be himself, but sometimes it made you rethink about you both. Maybe he had changed his mind… But it was all explained when you found him on the porch late at night, he wasn’t crying but you could tell he was.

You brought him a blanket as winter was approaching, and the two of you sat in silence. You thought tonight was the last moment you were going to spend with your darling Dixon but you were prepared. He had gone through the unthinkable and came out of it alive, you couldn’t put blame on his trauma.

But-

“Don’ I make ya sick?”

You jumped.

“What?”

“I ain’t a good man for ya. Wantin’ a home, a farm with kids an’ animals, enjoyin’ the good in life. But y’know… I dreamed of it to but ma scars, they will always be ‘ere, it ain’t ever gonna go away. An’ ma hands-”

“The same hands that protect me.” You interrupted him, which you didn’t like to do but you couldn’t listen to the man you love tear himself down. You grabbed his hands and brought them to your face. “The same hands that provided food and shelter, gave me peace and eased my fears, made me the happiest woman.”

“Ya sure ya wanna be with me?”

“If I’m gonna be lost out there, I wanna be lost with you. I ain’t afraid of dyin’ if I got you with me.”

It was you that kept him going in that cell.

The promise of a future for him and you.

Daryl snickered. As cheesy as your words sounded to him, it always lit a fire under him, kept him smiling and pushing. Which brought him back to you-

Wait…

He had just noticed your place beside him empty, it was clear you were in bed before but left. Surely you would’ve been back by now.

He got out of bed, ignoring the whining of dog, probably begging him to return and be his heater. Winter had come and he put on more comfortable clothes to head into the kitchen. The house was smaller than Alexandria’s, but it was safer in his opinion. He always preferred space and away from larger crowds.

But you guys had a sizable river, perfect to fish and woods behind, there was a settlement just a ten minute walk, so in case of an emergency, there was always an option.

And it was home.

Daryl had entered the kitchen to find you sitting on the couch that was right by the window with a mug in hand which he presumed to be tea. But his hands come onto your shoulders, giving it a squeeze before speaking.

“See walkers out there?”

You shook your head. “Nothin’ yet.” You sighed.

“Deer?”

“Just a mom and her baby.”

“Enemies?”

“The patrols chased them off, won’t come around for a couple of days.”

“Then come back to bed.” But you kept your place on the couch, sipping on your tea. “What’s got ya awake? Had a nightmare yerself?”

“...You didn’t make it that time.”

Daryl took his hands off you and sat next to you, cupping your face to look at him. “Y’know I ain’t goin’ nowhere without ya.”

You then giggled a bit before drinking the rest of your tea and sighed. “You’re such a sap, Dixon.”

He grumbled again, taking your mug to put it on the ground and brought you into his arms. “Bed.” He told you, bringing you back into the room with Dog was waiting.

You were put on top of him as he laid down, he brought the covers close and Dog took his place. “The house is quiet.” You whispered.

“Wan’ the radio louder?” He murmured in response.

But you shook your head. “I mean…” You bit your lip and sat on his lap, looking down at him.

“Ya sure?”

You nodded with a smile. “I’m ready, and I want our baby to grow up here.”

Daryl used his finger to motion you to come down, you listened and placed a kiss on his lips. “We can start tryin’ tomorrow.” He told you with a grin. “Righ’ now, I jus’ wanna feel ya next to me.”

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planetdream · 1 day ago

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back home !

[minors dni] 1656 words

short n sweet—no plot, just smut [pussy eating. pretty cock changbin<3. squirt]

💌 hiiii.. attempting to make a comeback because i missed writing sm...

Frenzied. There is a tingling heat that rises throughout your body as you count down the minutes until Changbin returns home. It’s about an hour drive to the house from the airport, but traffic must be terrible since it’s taking him longer than expected to arrive. You begin pacing, walking in circles through the living room.

Your ears perk the second you hear the door click open. Immediately turning, you find your man within your sights for the first time in a long time. He looks even better than you last remember; obviously keeping up with his gym routine, his arms look a lot more defined since you last saw him. It doesn’t take long for you to jump into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. The warmth of his body overtakes you, the scent of his cologne overwhelming your senses. Tears line up on your waterline daring to fall.

“You better not cry,” Changbin laughs into your shoulder, rocking you back and forth within his arms.

“No promises,” You sniffle, trying to cover up the incoming tears with a laugh. “Missed you so much, you wouldn’t believe it.”

“Oh be real, you know I missed you more,” He responds.

Small talk doesn’t matter, especially when there is plenty of time to talk later. There’s no time to banter about who loves who more. The only thing either of you can do is succumb to the heat of the moment. You’re the first to act on the feeling when your lips press against his. A deep kiss full of emotion; passionate and heavy.

The initial kiss breaks but you’re unwilling to let him go. The two of you kiss once more, just as deep and intense as the last. The next kiss is hungrier; Changbin can feel how much you missed him. He returns the same amount of devotion, pressing himself against you, arms wrapping tighter around your figure. The kisses continue; a hot makeout session eventually turns into very heavy petting and gasps for air. Clumsily searching for the nearest surface without looking, you end up on the sofa.

From that point on, it doesn’t take much work for Changbin to get you out of your panties. Within the blink of an eye, one hand is pulling your underwear off and away from you, throwing the thin material to the side. Changbin maintains a grip on your thighs, muscles flexing, spreading your legs open to get a good look at your glistening cunt. Changbin licks his lips, eyes laced with hunger. “Missed this, especially.”

Wet lips press against your cunt for a soft kiss. Then another. On the third kiss, Changbin’s tongue slips from his mouth, soaked in saliva. His tongue swirls flat against your clit, teasingly sucking against the bud before he moves further down. Changbin is starting off messily, unable to contain himself as his tongue prods at your hole, dipping in to taste and suck out your wetness. The grip on your thighs is harsh, sure to leave some kind of mark; but with the way you’re pulling at his hair, Changbin might lose a few strands.

Changbin moans into your pussy as he makes out with it. He eats messily, spit and slick sticking to his cheeks and the tip of his nose. His perfect lips return to your clit; sucking it into his mouth, occasionally releasing to spit down and swirl his tongue around the tip.

Changbin looks up at you with a drunkenness in his eyes, completely lost within the taste of you. His cheeks, shiny with wetness, are a beautiful rosy color; and his hair is a mess from the grip you have on it. You get one good look at him before you’re pulling him up by his hair and bringing him in for a kiss. It’s sticky and messy, and hot from how much body heat is radiating between you two. Cunt pulsing as you kiss him, happy to take more than what he’s already given you.

“In me. Now.” It’s an order. A bit slurred due to how giddy you feel. Changbin, of course, is happy to comply.

He’s standing up almost immediately, swiftly pulling off his sweatpants. His cock springs free, not contained by any underwear. You practically drool. Somehow it’s like your vision gets sharper, pupils dilating at the sight of a cock you’ve seen countless times. The slight curve, the way the tip is shiny with precum. Changbin grabs his dick in his hand, slowly fisting it once, twice. Hand at the base of his cock he smacks his shaft against your cunt. He presses his hand over his cock, sandwiching it between his hand and your cunt. He thrusts slowly, slicking his cock with your wetness; teasing himself just as much as he’s teasing you.

The teasing goes on long enough for Changbin to start whimpering and for you to become restless. You claw at his lower abdomen, seemingly unable to form the proper words but Changbin understands you. His mind is easily made up, there’s no need to pointlessly tease you, especially if you need him so badly.

He lines his cock up to your entrance and with one, slow thrust, he buries his entire shaft into you. Rolling your eyes at the sensation, you pull Changbin closer to you, wrapping your arms around him. He reciprocates, wrapping his arms around you and slightly lifting up your lower half. Changbin pulls out just as slowly until only his tip is inside of you.

You look at his face just once before your gaze falls back onto the sight of his cock. Changbin notices how beautifully disheveled you look; a lust-drunken mess with eyes coated in desire, and he hasn’t even ruined you, yet. Of course the look that you give him at that moment is a bit demanding—and thus, Changbin heeds your warning, opting to give you everything you need, and more. He slides back into you with all of his length. Of it all, you missed the thickness of his cock. Changbin stretches you out perfectly, just enough for a sensation of feeling full without much of the sting. Slick coating his cock, cunt sucking him in. Changbin lets out moans just as whiny as yours. It’s been months since he’s last felt you like this. The warmness of your cunt sends chills down his spine every time he buries himself inside.

His hands grip at your thighs, pulling them apart and open so that he can see all of you. He leans down to kiss you, soft lips wet with saliva. Tongues slipping into each other's mouths to dance together, and still, he doesn’t falter the rhythm of his thrusts. Second after second he pounds his cock in and out of you. His mouth leaves wet kisses against your skin until he reaches your neck, biting against your flesh.

The slight pain amplifies the pleasure that you’re feeling. You’re moaning out Changbin’s name, telling him how good it feels. His response to your pleasure is to keep driving his cock into you. He’s moaning just as much as you, everything from whining to hoarse grunts.

He buries his cock into you completely, catching his breath as his cock twitches and pulses inside of you. He doesn’t want to cum right now. He can’t cum right now. But, man, his fist is nothing close to your cunt—it’s an entirely different experience. No matter how much spit he uses, his hand could never get this slick.

Changbin attempts to brace himself. Sliding out and then back in, continuing his thrusts, just slightly slower now. It’s exhilarating. The pleasure slowly builds up in the bottom of his stomach. You can tell that he’s going to cum based on the way he’s shaking just slightly. A tingling, overstimulating sensation washes over Changbin and he begins to fuck into you faster, chasing after his orgasm.

As ropes of cum spill into your cunt, Changbin’s hips continue to move. His thighs are shaking and small prayers and begs leave his mouth. His thumb plays at your clit, urging you to cum after him. A faint please spills from his wet lips, unsure that he can continue to plunge into you. His thrusts falter, becoming sloppy and almost hesitant, as if his cock can’t take it anymore; yet, his thumb continues at your clit the same.

The build up washes over you slowly. You make an attempt to push away from Changbin, but he doesn’t let you go. A tight grasp around you, the scent of him overwhelms your senses. Somehow, Changbin gets a second wind, recollecting himself to slow the rhythm of his thrusts, helping you ride out your orgasm and leading the both of you into overstimulation. Your thighs shake around him, pussy threatening to leak even more.

“Let it go, if you need to,” He whines into your ear, voice just above a whisper. “Please.”

He thrusts into you just a tempo faster, cock twitching again and again. The feeling is overbearing and dizzying. It’s like the room is spinning when you crash again. Cunt spilling once more around Changbin’s cock. Your moans mix with his in the same way that his cum mixes with yours. A mixture of squirt and cum sticks to your skin; pooling beneath you and onto the material of the sofa. Changbin collapses on top of you, small kisses against your skin as he catches his breath.

For a moment, the two of you just lay there, entangled in each other. Changbin, resting his head on your chest, listens to your heartbeat. The heat between your bodies warms him, calming him down after a lively, yet stressful few months. You slowly scratch his back with one hand, using the other to play with the slight curls of his hair. He takes a deep breath, exhaling gently; beginning to snore slightly.

“Are you falling asleep?”

“...no..”

#changbin smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #🌑 — vivid dreams #🌑 — vividdream.skz #changbin x reader #seo changbin smut

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obsessedhoneycomb · 1 day ago

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Mind The Gap - Just life IV

Promise me this is forever

Toto Wolff x fem!reader

-> masterlist

Summary: Being mad and making a scene after seeing Toto with Susie wouldn’t do any good. You understand that you’re the woman of your husband’s life and he makes it up to you when you finally get some well deserved vacation.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, squirting, oral - both receiving, brief overstimulation, curse words, angst, tension, love, fluff

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this chapter, because I don’t have many ideas how to continue. But I wanted to make it up to you all, as you stick with me through my crazy dramatic ideas and I finally give our girl some peace she deserves. Enjoy and let me know how you like it! :)

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George still held your baby boy and Rosa stood there perplexed at what she just saw. You on the other hand nearly stopped breathing. Toto and Susie walked towards you as if nothing happened. “Ahhh! What a surprise!” Susie exclaimed, hugging you with a chuckle.

“Surprise, indeed.” You mumbled, not really sure what to do. Rosa looked at Toto with a questioning look but he just smiled.

“What are you doing here?” You asked Susie.

“Yeah, what are you doing here?” George blurted out suddenly in the annoyed tone which surprised you and Toto tried to reach for you but Rosa interrupted him. “You were supposed to meet us, dad, an hour ago.”

Susie chuckled a little tense, taking in your furrowed brows and the sudden thick air between them all.

“Daddy!” The girl Wolff ran towards Toto, Benedict following behind.

Well. This was at least a bit funny.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” Toto laughed and got the girl into his arms.

You took in a sharp breath, taking in how people around started to notice the tension lingering around.

“We should get into the garage, shall we? I’m sure you’re needed there.” You sneered at Toto, Susie chuckling sweetly, walking to the direction of her own duties you thought you’d be fulfilling today.

Toto just nodded, not wanting to make a scene in front of his kids and George. What was ironic.

Their kids settled in the VIP box watching the race, you stood beside George, while stealing glances at your husband who was invested in watching the displays before him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” George suddenly blurted out.

“With you? No, thanks.” You snapped back.

“Look, I changed. I got through therapy, I addressed my problems and issues, I'm a better person now.” George furrowed his brows.

“And what am I supposed to do? To magically forgive you? Not gonna happen so fast. It's a long way to that.” You barked at him.

Suddenly Toto was behind you, grabbing you by your elbow to drag you to the back of the garage. You didn’t try to resist, you wanted to yell at him, from how annoyed and angry you felt. The frustration practically dripping from you.

When you were out of reach, he stopped, holding you by your shoulders. But you abruptly got his hands off you with a disgusted face.

“Don’t fucking touch me, Torger.”

He grunted, not happy with you using his full name as usual. “Babe— talk to me.”

You dropped your voice lower to almost whisper. “What was that little stunt out there with Susie, huh? You smiling like a teenager in love.”

Toto ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “It was just a friendly gesture, nothing more.”

You bursted out laughing. “You know, I kinda get deja vu. A few years ago you’d be almost divorcing me after you saw George getting close to me. But in your case it’s just a friendly gesture.”

“Don’t compare it. This is different.” He let out a disapproving sigh.

“Susie wasn’t supposed to be here. But you knew, right? Because you’re talking to her constantly.” You huffed being frustrated.

“You should calm down. Take a walk and take deep breaths.” He was just dismissing you.

You couldn’t believe it. But you knew better. Waving him off you walked out of the garage and through the paddock looking for Susie.

The sponsors and press were standing around her tiny frame, she was talking to them, everybody was listening. You stood aside, fuming, ready to lash your anger at her, but you stopped.

You admired this woman for her dedication, hard work. She was the one who divorced Toto. She was the one who couldn’t understand what you and your husband have between you. She can’t snatch him away from you. Because she’s not you. And Toto only had his eyes for you. Always.

With this in mind, you turned on your heels, leaving the scene quietly, because you didn’t want attention. You wanted Toto. And your kids. Your family.

Sitting in front of the garage after all the chaos was gone, sun setting in the distance, you watched the Wolff kids chatting and playing some game together. It was peaceful, bringing you some kind of comfort and warmth. You got up, leaning against the wall near the entrance of the garage you peeked to the desk where Toto usually sat and really was there, looking into the void a little. Pushing from the wall, you walked towards him slowly.

“Hey. You okay?” your voice soft, when you stood near his sitting figure, while he rubbed his tired eyes.

“I would never cheat on you.” he blurted out, looking at you with those rare puppy eyes of his. That melted your heart. Your smile widened as you climbed onto his lap, running your hands into his messy hair, pulling him close for him to rest against your chest.

“I know, Christian.” you whispered into his hair, resulting in him wrapping his arms around your waist, keeping you deadly close.

“I can’t stand the fact that you’re mad at me. I want you to be happy.” he mumbled, his vulnerability filling the empty garage.

You cupped his cheeks to bring him to look at you. Oh god, how you loved his eyes, his wrinkles on his face, his little tense frown. “I can’t be mad at you. You’re my whole world, Toto.”

His features lit up a little at how you held him. Kissing your nose, he then brushed his own against it, your breaths mingling together. “I think we deserve a vacation. Just the two of us, far away from the crowds and family. We can get a nanny for our kids.”

You chuckled softly, kissing his forehead. “That’s actually a good idea.”

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You stood at docks in Spain, eyes wide staring at Toto’s brand new yacht. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

Toto grinned like a boy, standing in front of it, sun reflecting in his sunglasses. “Do you like it?”

Looking at him with your mouth open with shock, you laughed in disbelief. “You named this fuckass yacht after me! It’s– oh my god, I might cry.”

“No, no, no. No crying. This is the least thing I can do to show you how I adore you, cherish you and how I’m grateful for you being my wife.” he hugged you tight, inhaling your scent as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“You bought me cars for the birth of both of our children, and now this… Someone should write a novel about your love towards me.” you chuckled jokingly, but he scooped you into his arms in one swift movement, making you yelp.

“Toto!”

“Welcome on board, baby.” he carried you onto the deck and then he got your things from the car and you settled into comfort.

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The darkness of the night covered the sea, you sat on Toto’s lap kissing him slowly but hungrily.

“How I missed you like this. Having you all to myself. Without any interruptions.” he breathed against your lips, biting onto your lower lip, making you moan.

“You mean our kids? You wanted a big family with me…” you chuckled sweetly, his hands roaming over your already naked body, Toto was quick to make your bikini fall on the floor.

“And I still stand to my word. I love our kids, just saying that I miss our times when we were alone.” His hands pushed your hips into his groin for you to feel how hard he was.

“You have me for the whole two weeks here…”

Toto grinned against your neck, hands gripping your ass, holding you close as he carried you to the cabin. “You’re still so hot, love, I can’t get enough of you.”

Soft giggles escaped your mouth, your back landing on the huge bed and he didn’t wait for any second and his mouth met with your already wet pussy.

“Fuck–” you whined, tugging on his hair, his tongue lapping in your folds, teasing your entrance gently.

“You taste so sweet. Like a nectar.” he mumbled into your core, sucking on your inner lips, your back arching like a cat.

Your climax was close but you didn’t want it just yet. “Christian–”

“Mhm?”

“I want your cock.”

“Nah, liebling. Just wait.”

“No, I mean– in my mouth. I want to suck it as a lolipop.” you gasped with giggle. It made him shudder in lust, this side of you, so needy and filthy. Just for him to see.

With a soft pop he let go of your cunt, leaving it leaking, he stood up, pulling down his swimming shorts along with his shirt. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching him with a hazy look, he looked like a god himself with his rocking hard girth throbbing at your stare.

“Come and get it, girl. On your knees.” he smirked, licking his lips, taking a few steps back, forcing you to crawl to him.

You smiled sweetly, kneeling under him, licking his tip, placing a soft kiss on it. Toto grunted desperately, his hands grabbing your hair tightly. Understanding the assignment, you wrapped your lips around him, it was always a challenge because of his size, but you managed. Breathing deeply, taking him inch by inch, he was all in your mouth.

“Holy shit, schatz.” you loved when he was on the brink of control.

Bobbing your head, you tried to make him feel heavenly, your wet mouth enveloping him whole, you even gagged slightly because you knew how it was maddening for him.

He slowed your movements a little, his cock sensitive and overstimulated. “Baby– please–”

You let go of him, your eyes glistening with tears of pleasure. “Yes, Christian?”

“Get on the bed, lay on your back. I’m gonna fuck your brains out.” he growled dangerously, when he noticed the trail of saliva dripping down your chin. Before you moved, he wiped that trail from your skin, only to put his fingers into his mouth to taste it. You almost came on the spot.

Once you were settled on your back on the bed, he entered you swiftly, you were so ready from how he prepared you with his tongue a while ago. Your walls were so warm, hugging him tight, you felt like home.

His cock was brushing against that spot that made your eyes roll crazily. “Toto– too much–” you whined, trying to push him away. Toto was confused, holding you close, you didn’t usually do this, but he decided to switch positions, him sitting against the headboard, seating you on his lap, this angle being more intensive for you, because he was so so so deep.

“Toto– Jesus– No–” you tried to stop him from guiding your hips down in that ferocious pace.

“What–” he was about to ask but then he felt it while your eyes nearly bulged out. “Christian!” you screamed and your body was shivering wildly from the best orgasm you ever had.

Toto couldn’t believe what he just saw and felt.

You collapsed onto him, he was still buried deep, hard as fuck, maybe even harder than before, your breaths laboured, fanning over his neck. “This is embarrassing.”

“No, liebling. This was fucking hot. Jesus Christ, I never saw this– like this–” his eyes wide as he felt how you squirted all over him, the sinful liquid all over his groin, seeping into sheets.

“That’s why you tried to stop me?” he asked, kissing your cheek lovingly.

“Mhm…” you only nodded, your cheeks hot.

“Don’t stop me next time. I want this. Fuck, no, I live for this.” he moaned, his hands gripping your ass harshly, pushing you up and down again on his shaft.

Soft whines escaped your mouth, this was like another milestone you got through together and it filled your heart with a deep sense of warm love.

A few moments later, you were filled with something else, Toto making sure, you won’t escape him, holding you down while he sprayed your walls with his seed.

He got you showered, cleaning you up nicely like he always does, changing the sheets for fresh ones, the feeling of your wet orgasm still rocking through him like a lightning bolt. He was the one who can make you like this. And it made him satisfied as hell.

Lying in bed, tangled in the sheets, Toto held you close to his chest, breathing into your hair, kissing your temple lazily. You were nearly asleep when you mumbled. “Promise me this is forever.”

Smiling against your skin, he pecked your lips, caressing your cheek. “I promise, liebling.”

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Please don’t use my writings without my permission! Pictures found on Pinterest.

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naoxm · 3 days ago

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Hear me out, Aventurine with reader who has bad luck 🙏🙏

ִ ࣪𖤐 Unlucky? Maybe Not

ᕱ⑅ᕱ Symptoms: Being unlucky since birth isn't great. You always have some random bird throw their *banana* at your favourite dress, getting stuck in a bad weather during a school trip, acciden fell into air.... basically something like that. But.... meeting with Aventurine feels like a miracle....

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ Medicine: fluff, angst, hurt and comfort, gender natural reader, no use of yn, out of character

Ever since you were brought into this world, you've been blessed with such unfortunate luck. Although it's not that serious, sometimes it gives you minor injuries like little cuts on your arms or a scratch on your knee.

Although, you noticed that people start drifting away from you. They don't want to be involved with your luck. By the time you grow up, your only support is your own parents. They seem to not care whether you have bad fortune or not, because they love you no matter what. In fact, they're the one who encourages you to keep on living as yourself, even with that bad luck of your. You even start getting used to it.

Once you grow older enough, you decide to go to Penacony, just ease your mind off. But you didn't expect even in a dream, your luck is still stuck with you. Well, not that your complaining though!

You first met Aventurine when you accidentally bump into him and accidentally spill your drink. But thanks to his luck, he didn't got his clothes dirty. But the drink ended up spilling on your outfit anyway...

Aventurine apologize and promise to buy you a new outfit as an apology, but you immediately reject because you knew that outfit will somehow get ruined anyway.

"Oh? And why is that?" He couldn't help but ask. He is rather curious why won't you accept such a temping offer.

"Because I have the worse luck ever." You sighed as you tried to wipe off the stain on your dress. "Even if you forced me to- it will probably ended up getting in a mud or just somehow got ruined."

To be honest, hearing about your luck really did caught Aventurine's interest

Ever since, you somehow managed to meet up with that man around Penacony, no matter the situation. It's like you casually met up with him almost everyday. Although, the two of you start getting known about more each other. You were a little bit shocked to find someone who's opposite as you, who's having a better luck than you.

Sometimes, Aventurine would buy you small gift such as jewelry, clothes, whatever you can think off. He doesn't care if you 'accidently' ended up ruining it, he can buy you more.

That man found himself enjoying spoiling you, giving you the world that you deserve. Once you told him that he don't need to waste his money on you, but he didn't listen and just spend them to buy whatever makes you happy. Sometimes, he enjoys teasing you whenever you're feeling flustered, because he thinks it's cute how you suddenly went red just from his teasing.

Heck, you even found yourself falling for Aventurine.

But you couldn't help but think: are you good enough for him?

Like, you're a girl who's suffering with bad luck, always bring others into your mess. And he's the opposite of you: always getting everything.

One day, you just started... avoiding him. Everytime you see or spot Aventurine somewhere, you would just avoid him, pretending that he isn't even there. If he started approaching you, you would make an excuse to get away from him as far of possible.

Of course, Aventurine noticed this. He tried to ask you if he did anything wrong, but you just told him that he didn't do anything to upset you and told him not to worry about it.

But he's not sliding this off these easily.

"You're ignoring for weeks now. What's wrong with you?" Aventurine pinned you on the wall of a dark alleyway, glaring at you with stern expression while you're trying not to cringe since this scene reminds you of those shojou anime scene.

"Look, you did nothing wrong, I promise you. I just need some times and-"

"Then why are you avoiding me?" He sighed as he leans closer, looking at you with those needy eyes (wow so out of character)

"Look, if there's something I did to upset you, just tell me. I can fix it and-"

"You did nothing wrong, I promise you!" You raised your voice a little while looking up at Aventurine with serious expression.

"I- I like you- damn it! I'm being insecurejust talkabout my feelings because you're the opposite of me. I don't want you to get caught up in my bad luck or feel pity about it-"

"I do not care about your luck at all!" Aventurine cuts off your words before you can continue. He rested his head on your shoulder before continuing.

"I also like you too, I do not care about your luck at all. I like you because you're you, not that I pity you. I enjoy all my times with you because you made me happy, so please put away those thoughts and just talk to me." He softly muttered out. The tone of his voice were gentle, the way he held you as if you're the most fragile thing in the world...

You stayed still for a moment, debating whether you should hug him back or not. You gave in anyway, wrapping your arms around him as he held you close.

"...Talk to me, okay? Let's get some food to ease that mind of yours."

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edwardhartenjoyer · 2 days ago

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A Tokyo Debunker blog I immediately fell in love with has requests open? Then don’t mind if I do! I’d love to request Sho, Haru, Haku & Rui with a (gn!) s/o who is always extremely tired and weak and just lacks a lot of energy cause of a lack of eating? Maybe cause their mother always used to starve them as punishment so eating feels difficult. Apologies if the request is not smth you feel comfortable writing, you can also leave the part with the starving punishment out if that works better for you!

Hi!! I'm totally comfortable writing this for you! I have my own struggles with food and I ended up pooring a lot of that into this 😅 Hope you like what I did with it!

Warnings for eating disorder related talks

Weak & Tired

Featuring: Rui | Haku | Haru | Sho

Rui Mizuki - You rested your head down onto the bar top before you, closing your eyes as you tried to stop the pounding in your head.

"Hey, you okay, Cutie?" Rui asked, worry filling his tone.

"Yeah, just not feeling that great." You replied, lifting your head just enough to glance up at him.

"What would help you feel better? When's the last time you ate, maybe I could make you up something quick!" He offered.

You furrowed your brow in thought. "I don't know, maybe yesterday?" You replied.

"What?! Cutie! You're supposed to eat more often than that. No wonder you feel bad. I'll make you something, okay?!" Rui fretted, and you couldn't even find the energy to object with him.

It took him a few minutes, but he did end up placing a bowl of food before you. You stared at it, and it did smell delicious. Rui was staring at you though, and you deep down you knew you should eat.

You picked up a spoon and took some bites, and Rui did seem to relax.

"How come you haven't been eating?" He asked gently.

"It's just, really hard to sometimes. I look at food and feel disgusted just by the idea of it.."

"Does anything help with that?" Rui was clearly just trying to understand you, and you were so grateful for it that he was just trying to understand, not yell at you for it.

"Not really...I mean I guess having you here helps me, kind of just reminds me that I should eat.." you replied slowly.

"Well, if it helps you, then I'm happy to come be with you anytime you know you need to eat. But please, tell me if you need that help." He pleaded.

"I will, I promise."

Haku Kusanagi - "Hey Princess, you look exhausted." Haku greeted as you made your way into the tea room where you were meant to meet up with him.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, I'm just worn out." You sighed in reply, sitting down next to him and slumping your head onto his shoulder.

His gaze softened as he watched you. He opened his mouth to ask what you needed, when your stomach loud out an embarrassingly loud grumble. He chuckled softly.

"Want me to get you something to eat?" He offered.

"Not particularly, but I guess I should eat.. I don't think I have for a day or so?"

"MC...that's..that's really not good." Haku replied softly, his brow knitted with concern. "I'm going to get you something to eat, then we're going to talk about this, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." You agreed.

Haku left, and a few minutes later, he came back with some food. He waited patiently and let you slowly tell him about your unwillingness to eat sometimes. He didn't judge you, just shared his concern over your health.

"Princess, let me know next time you start feeling like this. I want to help you." He pleaded.

"I'll tell you, promise."

Haru Sagara - You were drained. You had wanted to help out Haru, but even just the couple of simple tasks you finished left you feeling drain, and Haru noticed.

"MC, are you okay?!" Haru fretted, making you go sit down at the table.

"Yeah, just, feel a little drained it all." You replied, smiling at him to try and alleviate his worry. Your smile didn't quite reach your eyes though, and Haru could easily tell something was wrong.

"You can tell me what's wrong, you know." He worried, taking your hands in his as he stared at you with concern.

"It's just...I haven't eaten in a while...I know that's not good, but I just...sometimes I feel so disgusted by the idea of food that I just...can't make myself eat even though I know I have to." You explained.

He frowned. "MC, is there anything I can do that would help you with this?"

You shrugged. "I don't really know... I think just check in on me? Remind me I have to eat because otherwise I just never bother.."

"I can do that! Anything to make sure you're okay."

Sho Haizono - You sat on the sidelines, watching as Sho practiced his basketball shots.

"Sure you don't want to play a game? I'll go easy on you." Sho teased, glancing over your way. You shook your head.

"No, I'm okay. Don't have the energy for it, honestly." You replied with a sigh. Sho frowned abd tucked the ball under his arm as he came over to you. He crouched down before you, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"What's wrong?" Sho asked softly, concern filling his gaze.

"Nothing is wrong.." you mumbled. He just raised a brow and waited. You sighed. "I just, haven't eaten in like a day? Maybe? And it just makes me more tired.."

"WHAT?!" Sho snapped, and you flinched. He sighed and softened his tone. "Sorry. But seriously?! You just have to ask, and I'll feed you. You should not be skipping meals."

"It's not that I mean to, I just, get so put off by the idea of eating sometimes that I just...don't." You shrugged, trying to look away from him. He cupped your chin gently to make you look at him.

"Hey, it's okay. But we need to fix this. I'll help you however you need, and i will make all the food that you need." Sho soothed. You pulled him into a hug.

"Thank you."

"Anything for you."

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zweiginator · 3 days ago

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enemies to lovers 🫦

The concept of patrick and you hating each other for so long that you don’t even remember why. Everyone knows and people hold their breath when you’re in the same room together.

Getting the same, competitive internship without knowing the other applied for it and coming into your first day of work so excited just to see patrick there, beaming. Excited to brag about his career moving forward while yours stays stagnant. He could have sworn they only hired one intern.

Your supervisor beams. “You both have similar experience and the competitiveness and drive we were looking for.”

It should make you feel ecstatic. But the two of you are livid that you’ve been compared to one another when you had both done seemingly everything to avoid that.

You’re paired together on projects for the whole summer. It’s 8 hours a day of wanting to kill each other, needing to work together but wanting nothing more than to outshine him.

You bicker all the time, but pretend not to when your supervisors check on you.

“Just friendly banter,” you smile at her and she nods.

“Are you willing to stay later to have this finished a day early?” She asks. “I understand if not but I completely misdated my calendar.”

Patrick beams, facetiously. “Of course, we’d be happy to.”

And so youre alone. It’s eight at night and patrick is grumpy.

“We just have to finish this. Just be a fucking team player and we’ll get it done much faster.”

“I’m not the one slowing us down, trust me.” Patrick clicks his pen. “This PowerPoint looks like shit. This isn’t an art project, this is for fucking corporate.”

“Do you want it look sloppy? Your plain white background with times new roman wasn’t looking professional either.”

“And your outfit isn’t flattering.”

“Women don’t just dress so you can be a fucking sleaze and stare.”

“Why would I stare at you?”

You grab your laptop. “Let’s just fucking finish this before we drop the ball and get fired.”

“I’m not above throwing you under the bus.”

You slam your pen down. “You’re not above most things. You’re not known for being the most loyal.”

Patrick gnaws on the inside of his cheek and you can tell you struck a nerve. A rumor was floating around campus that Patrick’s girlfriend, a sweet, smart chemistry major, threw her vodka soda on him on a night out. Apparently she saw his hand on another girl’s ass, cooing bullshit promises in her ear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do.” You open your laptop back up, a final Hail Mary to finishing this thing. But something pokes and prods at you, telling you that’s probably not going to happen.

“At least I have a love life and I don’t have to meddle in other peoples’ to feel fucking included.”

His words feel peppery hot, they sting the backs of your eyes and you blink away tears because he’s not half wrong and that means he’s sort of right which angers you in its own right.

“At least I didn’t need my daddy’s connection for this job.”

And that’s the issue with you two. You’ve never known when to stop, and both of you lob insults back and forth, unwilling to concede or give up or shut the fuck up.

Patrick scoots closer to you, his palm ghosting behind your head. Like he wants to swallow you whole. You can’t tell if he's mad, if his smile is a form of misplaced ire, or if he's actually amused.

You swallow, staring up at him. It is this, you realize, which is the biggest mistake. Maybe, up to now, you could have pretended he wasn't attractive. Like there wasn't some force that continues to tether you two together, even if you acted like opposing forces, magnets that could never actually touch.

Patrick realizes it was a mistake too. You look sweet right now, big doe eyes framed by wispy eyelashes. Your brows are furrowed and it feels exceptionally difficult--impossible even--for your eyes not to flit down to each others' lips.

It is impossible, because you do, and his lips part like he wants to say something but he doesn't know what that something is.

"There are cameras in the conference room." You remind him. And it's not as if you think your bosses actually look at the footage, but maybe it was a way for you to gauge what his intentions are. If he's just being Patrick, or if he's being Patrick, this omnipresent being in your life that has a side of him seemingly well-known to everyone but yourself.

"Have we given them a reason to be suspicious?" His eyes move up to scan yours. You swear his pupils have blown three times their usual size.

"Not yet."

Patrick pushes you towards him, and your hands are braced on his chest as he kisses you, clawing at him half in anger and half in the purest form of need you've ever felt.

Because the kisses aren't surface level, nor are they fast or heated. You figured, in the short amount of time you'd pondered this, that you'd gnaw at each other, clashing teeth and pulling hair and tearing clothes.

But its slower, deeper. Patrick splays his hand on the back of your head and he opens his mouth to let your tongue glide across his. He tastes like nicotine and spearmint gum and you feel your hands gliding up, one of them wrapping softly around his throat to loosen his tie.

He smiles against your lips; you feel it. And you feel strange butterflies erupt from your toes and balloon up your body. You feel yourself getting wet too.

The kisses are slow and passionate, allowing him to stand up slowly, hoisting you onto the massive conference table you were just sitting in front of. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, and Patrick practically tears his neatly tucked shirt from his trousers. It feels strange to reach for his belt and unbuckle it for him, but he lets you. He encourages it.

His lips are still all over yours, and now it's more frantic. His stubble pricks at your skin and he licks and bites at your mouth and your neck as he pulls your hair back, gathered in a messy ponytail, to expose your neck to him.

He licks a fat stripe from the dip of your collarbones back up to your bottom lip, big green eyes set on yours.

It's then that you actually moan. You also spread your legs, causing your skirt to ride up.

"Red lace?" He slides one of your heels off, kissing your ankle.

You hate that he has this effect on you. You need him to keep going.

He smirks, letting your other heel fall to the floor. It's loud, echoing in the quiet room. "I've seen these before, when you bent down to pick something up last week.

"Perv."

But there's no sting behind your words as you yank him in by the shirt collar, your other hand fumbling with the bottom buttons. He helps undo them, and the sight of his fucking tan and those abs of him that you tried not to notice at a golf outing a few weeks before drives you to say something unexpected.

"Fuck me." It sounds more desperate than you intended. But you feel Patrick's clothed cock--flush against your lace-covered cunt--twitch.

"I don't know if that's a good idea."

But he's pushing his shirt off his shoulders, and you're shoving your hand down his pants to palm him.

"You afraid of getting caught?"

Patrick wraps his hand around your throat and gives it a firm squeeze.

"I'm afraid it might change my mind about you."

He lets go of your throat, his hand swiping down to rub your clit, pushing your panties to the side.

He feels how wet you are and rubs your clit in slow, sweet circles. You jolt and throw your head back and you whimper his name oh so pathetically.

That's all it takes for him to push his briefs down and fuck into you. He doesn't give you time to adjust and your back arches from the feeling of fullness he gives you, his balls slapping against your ass as he yanks your legs over his shoulders.

"Oh my god--" You gasp into his mouth; he has you almost folded in half and he feels your legs shaking over his shoulders as he slams into you. It's arrhythmic and erratic, rushed because he doesn't want to admit how good it feels to make you feel good.

"Atta girl." He whispers against the shell of your ear. You yank the curls at the nape of his neck. "This shut you right up, huh? Having my cock shoved in you?"

You groan and grip at the edge of the table, screwing your eyes shut. Patrick grabs your jaw.

"Look at me."

You do, but you don't want him to have all the power in this little game of yours, even if the tip of his cock is massaging your g spot better than your cheap purple dildo ever could.

So you reach down and massage his balls, cupping them in your hand and stroking the base of his cock as he fucks you.

"Fuuuck." His mouth falls open. "Hit me."

You smirk.

"Is that what you want?"

Patrick pulls out and sits on an uncomfortable swivel chair, motioning you towards him.

"I want you to ride my dick and fucking hit me." He's vulnerable yet demanding, and you oblige, sinking down on his cock and using him for your own pleasure, rocking your hips up and down and up and down again. it's this angle that lets you feel his ridges, the pulse of his veins as you fuck him. And, you slap him, hard. You pull your hand back to let it sting, to give it to him just how he begged. For some reason, you expect him to be mad, or to call you names--anything but him yanking you in for a kiss, deep and slow. It makes your pace decelerate to match him, your nails raking down his chest.

He twitches and groans your name as he cums. You wipe your spit from his face and admire the red splotches that adorn his cheeks. And he smiles at you. You both can't help but laugh and you start to understand what Patrick meant when he said this wasn't a good idea.

#patrick zweig smut #patrick zweig x reader #ask

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drs-and-daisies · 1 day ago

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Wrong Strategy, Good Try (4/4)

(P1 / Soft Love / Happy Ending)

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains references to disordered eating, mental health struggles, and anxiety. This chapter is my happy little ending though, so hope you enjoy. As always, read with care ❤️

A quiet snack in the paddock turns into something more—a moment of reassurance, a reminder that you belong here too. With Zak’s gentle words still echoing in your chest, you watch Oscar take a long-awaited win, feel him catch you in his arms, and settle into the flight home wrapped in soft McLaren love. It’s not perfect, not fixed, but something in the air has changed. You’re not just surviving anymore. You’re here. Together.

Part 1 🏁 | Part 2 🏁| Part 3 🏁

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You didn’t mean to run into him.

You were tucked into a little bench in the corner of the paddock lounge, minding your business, halfway through a small snack container one of the McLaren catering staff had slid into your hands earlier. A few apple slices. Some almonds. A couple of little cheese cubes.

Nothing dramatic. Just enough to keep the buzzing anxiety at bay. You looked up when a shadow passed.

Zak Brown.

“Hey there kid,” he said warmly, slowing his walk. “Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

You startled a little but smiled. “Oh—hi, sorry. I was just… hiding.”

He chuckled. “Hospitality lounge getting a bit loud?”

“Too much adrenaline in one place,” you muttered, making him grin.

There was an awkward pause. He shifted like he was about to move along, but then you held out your container without really thinking.

“Want a bite?”

Zak blinked. “Of your snack?”

You nodded. “It’s just apples and cheese. I mean, and nuts. But you probably don’t want the nuts.”

He looked amused. “Sure. I’ll take a piece. Thanks Y/N.”

You watched him pick one out gently, like he didn’t want to mess it up. He popped it in his mouth and gave a satisfied nod. “Always tastes better when it’s stolen.”

You laughed, but then froze. “Oh—wait, no. That came from McLaren. Really it belongs to you guys. If you want more, you can—”

He raised a hand gently. “It was made for you. I’m not taking more than I should.”

You flushed, throat tightening. “Right. Sorry. I didn’t mean to—thank you.”

Then, too quickly: “And I can pay for it, obviously. If you want me to! I don’t want to take anything unnecessary from the team. Or cause any inconvenience. I know this isn’t—”

Zak held up both hands now, brow lifting just a little. “Hey. Shush.”

You blinked, caught mid-apology.

“The health and happiness of my drivers,” he said, “is the most important thing in this garage. And if something—someone—helps keep Oscar balanced, grounded, focused? Then you’re important too.”

You opened your mouth. Closed it.

He softened.

“I mean it. You’re not an inconvenience. And I promise—Oscar’s got enough stress. If you’re here helping him smile between sessions? We’ll feed you cheese and apples and gold bars if that’s what keeps you around.”

Your eyes stung.

You smiled down at your little snack container and quietly said, “Thank you.”

Zak patted your shoulder as he turned to go. “You’re doing great, kid.”

And just like that, he was gone. The pressure in your chest disappearing with him.

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This whole race weekend felt different.

You couldn’t explain it—not fully. But something about that small snack on the bench, that kind smile from Zak, the quiet conversation with Layla… it shifted things. It didn’t fix everything, but it softened the edges.

And Oscar? He was just on.

From the moment he stepped into the garage that morning, he was laser-focused. Calm. Efficient. But there was something else behind his eyes too—something lighter. Like he had exhaled, too.

And when he crossed the finish line in P1?

You screamed.

You hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath until the checkered flag waved and his name popped up on the final screen. You clapped a hand over your mouth. Then you jumped up from your corner in the McLaren garage, nearly tripping over your own feet as mechanics shouted and hugged around you.

Oscar’s voice crackled over the radio, breathless and laughing, “Thank you guys! That one’s for all of us.”

⸻

By the time he made it back to parc fermé, helmet tucked under one arm, sweat still beading down the side of his neck, he was scanning the sea of papaya until he found you.

“Hey!” you called, bouncing on your toes.

He grinned like a fool.

You didn’t care about cameras or media or who was watching—you threw yourself into his arms, all joy and momentum, wrapping your legs around his waist as he caught you effortlessly. He let out an oomph of surprise, then full-body laughed.

“You’re sweaty,” you giggled.

“You’re clingy,” he shot back, nuzzling your neck.

You pulled back just enough to beam at him. “You won.”

His grin softened. “I won.” You didn’t realize that he wasn’t talking about the race anymore.

⸻

The flight home was a cozy blur.

Private jet, soft lighting, your hoodie sleeves pushed over your hands as you curled up on the long seat beside Oscar and Lando.

They were deep into a game of cards—bickering about the rules, making dramatic bets with protein bars and travel pillows—while you quietly munched on the catered meal Layla had helped design with you. It felt good. Manageable. Like something you could do again.

At some point, the food and the laughter and the gentle hum of the engine lulled you into sleep.

You barely noticed your cheek landing on Oscar’s shoulder, or the way his hand immediately found your thigh to keep you tucked in close.

He glanced down at you, peaceful for once. Completely out.

Lando peeked over the top of his cards. “She’s knocked, Mate.”

Oscar just smiled. He leaned down and pressed the gentlest kiss to your temple.

“Thanks,” he murmured to Lando. “For saying something back in Hungary.”

Lando shrugged, but his grin was soft. “Didn’t do much.”

Oscar looked at you again. “You did enough. I appreciate that you worry about her too.”

And then, between card shuffles and the quiet whir of the sky outside the window, Oscar reached for your hand and held it there, resting in his lap—like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Because now?

Maybe it finally was.

#formula 1 #f1 fanfiction #f1 2025 #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri #mclaren #i know we don’t love zak brown but i’m in charge so we’re gonna like my zak brown #zak brown #lando norris #Lando Norris mentioned #f1 fic

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jayyluvvies · 16 hours ago

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Late night- nishimura riki

Synopsis: On a sleepless night, you and Ni-ki find yourselves tangled in deep conversation — sharing fears, dreams, and playful “what if” scenarios under the soft glow of the lamp. Between heartfelt confessions and laughter, the quiet hours turn magical, leaving you both closer than ever, wrapped in warmth, love, and the promise of always being there for each other.

Warnings: none!!

The clock on your nightstand glowed 12:34 a.m., casting a soft golden hue across the dark room. You had been lying in bed for nearly an hour, staring at the ceiling and listening to the quiet hum of the night. The city outside was unusually still—no honking cars, no chatter from late-night pedestrians. Just the sound of your breathing and the gentle creak of your bed when you shifted.

Beside you, Ni-ki stirred. He wasn’t asleep either.

You felt him move slightly, the mattress dipping as he turned on his side to face you. In the dim glow from your lamp, his dark eyes found yours, filled with quiet curiosity.

“Hey,” he whispered, voice low and warm. “You’re still awake?”

You nodded, a soft smile curling on your lips. “Yeah. Can’t sleep.”

Ni-ki let out a breathy chuckle, resting his head on his hand. “Me neither. Maybe my brain’s too full of thoughts.”

You turned on your side to face him fully, your fingers brushing against the blanket between you. “What kind of thoughts?”

He tilted his head slightly, a small grin forming. “If I tell you, will you tell me yours?”

You pretended to think for a moment before nodding. “Deal.”

“Hmm…” Ni-ki’s eyes twinkled mischievously as he leaned a little closer. “Right now, I’m thinking about how unfair it is that you still look so cute even this late at night.”

You rolled your eyes, though your cheeks warmed. “That’s not a real thought. That’s you being cheesy.”

“Cheesy, but true,” he teased, his smile widening.

The playfulness faded slightly as his hand brushed over yours under the blanket, his fingers warm and gentle. “Seriously, though… I think about the future a lot. Where I’ll be. Where we’ll be. You ever do that?”

Your chest tightened at the quiet vulnerability in his voice. “All the time,” you admitted. “Sometimes I’m excited about it, and other times… it’s scary.”

“Yeah,” Ni-ki murmured. “I get scared, too. Like… what if I can’t protect the people I care about?”

You reached over and gently tucked a loose strand of his hair behind his ear. “You don’t have to protect everyone, Ni-ki. Just being you is enough. For me, at least.”

He smiled at that, soft and grateful. “You always know what to say, huh?”

There was a pause, comfortable and warm. You listened to his breathing, felt his hand shift to intertwine with yours. His thumb brushed lightly over your knuckles, slow and thoughtful.

“Let’s play a game,” he said suddenly, breaking the quiet.

“What kind of game?” you asked, curious.

“Nothing complicated,” he replied with a grin. “We take turns saying one thing we’re scared of, and one thing that makes us happy. Deal?”

You considered it, then nodded. “Deal. You go first.”

Ni-ki took a breath, his expression softening. “I’m scared of… disappointing the people I love.”

Your heart squeezed a little. “Ni-ki…”

He shook his head gently. “It’s your turn. We’re being honest, remember?”

You hesitated before saying quietly, “I’m scared of… losing the people I love. Like, suddenly. Without a warning.”

His grip on your hand tightened slightly, reassuring. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said firmly.

The mood lightened when he added with a grin, “Something that makes me happy? Easy. Your laugh.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but smile. “That’s too sweet.”

“It’s true,” he said, poking your side lightly. “Your laugh could fix any bad day.”

“Fine. Something that makes me happy…” You thought for a second. “Honestly? Nights like this. When it’s just us.”

Ni-ki’s grin softened into something tender. “Yeah. Me too"

As the minutes slipped into hours, the conversation wandered from fears to dreams to utterly random topics.

“What if we could live anywhere in the world?” Ni-ki asked, eyes glimmering with excitement.

“Somewhere by the sea,” you said without hesitation. “I want to wake up to the sound of waves every morning.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “Then we’ll get a little beach house. I’ll make pancakes, you can drink your coffee on the porch, and we’ll spend the evenings watching the sunset.”

You chuckled softly. “You’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?”

“Maybe,” he said, smiling shyly. “Or maybe I just like picturing a life with you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You’re too sweet sometimes, you know that?”

He grinned and shrugged. “Better sweet than boring.”

The conversation turned silly after a while.

“What if animals could talk?” Ni-ki asked with mock seriousness.

You laughed. “Oh god, our cat would probably tell us off for forgetting to feed her on time.”

“She’d be so sassy,” he agreed with a laugh. “Like, ‘Excuse me, peasant, my bowl is empty!’”

The two of you dissolved into quiet giggles, the sound filling the cozy room.

Later, Ni-ki propped himself on one elbow, gazing down at you. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” you said softly.

“What’s your happiest memory?”

You thought about it, smiling as you answered. “Honestly… the first time we stayed up talking like this. Do you remember? You fell asleep halfway through your own story.”

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, guilty. But in my defense, I was super comfortable with you. And I still am.”

When the laughter subsided, a comfortable silence settled. Ni-ki reached over, gently tucking the blanket around you before scooting closer, his arm sliding around your waist.

“You’re warm,” he murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Do you say that every time just to make me blush?” you teased.

“Maybe,” he replied with a playful grin.

You shifted slightly so that your foreheads were touching. His eyes looked softer than ever, like he was holding back a thousand words.

“Thank you for staying with me,” you whispered.

“Always,” he said, his voice low and steady. “You’re my favorite person. Talking to you like this… it’s my favorite thing in the world.”

Your heart melted. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

He nodded. “Yeah. That’s why I never want nights like this to end.”

As the first rays of dawn began to creep through the curtains, Ni-ki brushed a light kiss against your forehead.

“Sleep now,” he murmured. “We can dream about that beach house.”

You smiled, closing your eyes as he pulled you closer.

And in the warm cocoon of blankets, with his heartbeat steady against your back, you finally drifted off — knowing that no matter how uncertain the future felt, you and Ni-ki would face it together.

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen nishimura riki #enhypen niki #niki fluff #nishimura riki #niki x reader #ni ki #riki nishimura x reader #nishimura riki fluff

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my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction · 1 day ago

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L Lawliet x Reader pt. 32: the Billionaire and the Prostitute

hey guys! So, I know this took me forever and a half to do, but I promise I've been writing whenever I get the chance! To add insult to injury, I got acrylics for the first time, and oh my god. These are HELL to type with. I hope this new chapter is fulfilling, let's call it finale part 1! Also, please let me know of any typos 🫠

"Good morning," you hum, sitting upright. L was typing away on his computer, right next to you.

"You're chipper," he mumbles, words shoved out between his teeth and his thumb.

"Still hungover?"

"A little. Not as bad as last time, though certainly not worth it."

"How long have you been up?"

"Mmm...about three hours."

"Since-" you glance at the clock- "since 5?"

"Yes. I was hoping to work this headache off," he sighs.

You titter, brushing a little hair from his face. "You just need a little head, that's all."

He glances sidelong at you, an unimpressed frown crossing his face. "I doubt it...though I wouldn't object."

you lean in, pressing a kiss to his temple, then his cheek, then his lips as he turns to greet you. He lets out a low, satisfied hum, returning the gentle pressure. His hand lands on your hip, holding you to his side as you exchange short, pleasant kisses. It was a moment of soft bliss, gentle and loving, careful and quiet. You pull away, and he brings his lips to your jaw. "What are you working on, anyway?"

"A new case."

"You have one now?"

"Mhm." He doesn't seem too interested, focused instead on nipping at your collarbone.

"When were you going to tell me?"

"When I remembered." He switches to the other side, taking a gentle hold of your hand. "I forget when I'm with you."

"Romantic," you scoff, easing him back. He pouts, but he doesn't protest. "Should you be working, then?"

He shrugs, thumbing at the juncture between your finger and your thumb. "I have time. You're a great help to my cases."

Your amused grin is enough to bring a slight curve to his own lips.

"How can I be helpful if I make you forget things?"

"You clear my head. When I return to my work, I return refreshed."

"Well...if that's how it is, I can't deny you, can I?"

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An hour of loving, reverent forgetting later, your head is rested on L's chest, just above his heartbeat. It had gradually slowed into a dull, languid rhythm, inviting you to do whatever you can to speed it back up.

His skin prickled beneath your touch as you trailed a finger up, through his happy trail, to his chest.

"You said something funny last night."

"What was it?"

"You said you wanted to marry me. You couldn't shut up about it."

He sighs, unwilling to show any genuine reaction to the information. "That's not possible."

"Seriously, you really did say it-"

"I mean, marriage isn't possible. I can't allow any true record of my existence in any government files, it would be a danger to both of us."

"I see," you hum. Marriage was never that important to you anyway. But the celebration aspect of it was something you wanted. The pretty dress, the dancing, the cake, the ring. You suppose...it meant that someone cared enough about you to go through all the trouble. That you were worth it. But someone like L wouldn't judge worth with fancy parties. Being beside him was enough to prove it. It should be enough, anyway.

"Does that disappoint you?"

"No, not really."

"Are you positive?"

"Would your decision change if I said yes?"

"...no."

"Then why bother asking?"

He takes in a slow, deep breath. "You have a point."

And that was that.

You get up, pressing a kiss to his cheek before wandering into the bathroom for a shower. He lays there quietly, staring at the ceiling, contemplating your conversation, until he finally decides to get back to work. He uses your shower sounds as background noise, relaxing to the pitter-patter of the water and your tuneless humming. This was nice. He could get used to having you around him. Perhaps, when you return home, he might...request to move in with you. To stay with you, sleep with you, eat with you, enjoy your presence at all times. Once your vacation is over, he'll ask.

your shower lasted longer than he anticipated, but after an hour you were dressed in a different set of pajamas, cuddling into his still naked chest. "We should stay in today."

"Alright."

"...ugh, I'm hungry," you whine.

"What would you like to eat?"

"I don't know. Chicken?"

"It doesn't matter to me. Call watari."

"I don't want to bother him."

"But you want me to 'bother' him?"

"...yeah."

He sighs, and reaches behind you to grab his cell, settling his chin atop your head in the process. When he relaxes into his original position, he takes you with him, wrapping his arm around your side, and keeping your head beneath his. Instead of releasing your waist, he passes his phone to his opposing hand, and lifts it to his ear.

You stare mindlessly at his computer as he places the order, reading the confidential information. None of it made real sense, just random notes: "video tape #43; call SNP about VCM; red handkerchief;" etc, etc. You glanced up at his bookmarked tabs, an absolute mess of documents and files: "Renaldo Coil - file#198 - doc#876 - SurveillancePersonal," and far more, all smooshed together and lining the upper part of his screen. He clicks his phone off, and sets it aside, just in time to catch your displeased expression.

"What a mess," you chide, shaking your head.

"I focus best when I have everything available at all times."

"It hurts to look at."

"Organize your own computer however you like."

You can't argue, especially when his money bought you a brand new, state of the art laptop, just to screw around with. You didn't even need it, you bought it to spite him. You did a lot of things out of spite back then. "Fine, fine...I'm going to the balcony, I want to look at the ocean."

He watches as you untangle yourself from him, gliding away to the living room. He can hear your footsteps, then the glass doors sliding open, then them subsequently sliding shut.

You stare at the steely blue water, at the people splashing about and playing in the sand. This was nice. Is this how Italy would be? Or France? Greece? If you asked nicely, he would take you anywhere, you know it. He would do a lot for you, unquestionably, unconditionally. You stay watching the waves for who knows how long, until a small tapping at the glass startles you out of your trance. You turn, but nothing is there. Only when you look down do you see Jules, pawing at the door. You shimmy through, careful not to give her the space to run out. She meows insistently, urging you to pick her up. When you do, you finally see L, sitting at the couch, working, wearing a pair of loose boxers. He moved into the living room.

"You're following me," you tease, settling beside him.

Juliet swats at his nose, and he holds up a finger to keep her paw at bay. "I enjoy being around you."

"You're too sweet to make fun of," you huff, reaching forward and switching on the TV. Romeo prowls out of your bedroom at the new sounds, intrigued. He skitters up to you, hopping onto the couch, as far from L as possible.

The four of you sit in comfortable silence, watching TV, working, eventually eating, complete and utter relaxation. You took a light nap after lunch...or, breakfast? After chicken, sat upright with a cat in your lap. When you awoke, you were diagonal, resting on L's shoulder.

"Mn...What time is it?"

"1:30. How did you sleep?"

"Fine. How's work?"

"Intriguing."

"What is it about?"

"That's highly confidential."

"Really? You can't tell me a little?"

"No. I doubt you'd like to hear it anyway, it's quite gruesome."

"Ugh, I guess that's for the best."

"You'd guess right."

"Don't get all..."

"Cheeky?"

"Sure. Yeah, that." You shift, stretching and yawning. "Where did the cats go?"

"Juliet left after about 20 minutes, romeo...is behind the couch."

You twist, spotting Romeo's tail peeking from beneath the leather. "I know I said I didn't want to go out, but I'm kind of bored."

"You just woke up."

"So?"

"...where do you want to go?"

"I don't know. Somewhere. What about a movie?"

"I suppose that's bearable."

"Bearable," you mock, already heading for your bedroom to change. L leaves as well, but the 10 minutes it takes for him to slip on a shirt and pants is bellied by your 1 hour of preening.

Once you return, all dolled to and ready to go, L heads to the door.

"Excited?"

"No...I don't want to wear these shoes for much longer."

You laugh, taking his arm to lead him out the door. "It's just for a couple hours, if we sit in the back you can take them off at the theater."

He grumbles vaguely about having to wear them in the first place, but ultimately follows you with little protest.

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Your little movie date was quaint, though quiet. You got your popcorn, he got his array of sweets, and you sat down to see some run-of-the-mill comedy. L wasn't exactly enthralled, but you seemed to be having fun, and the candy was nice. He even got to take his shoes off.

On the way home, you asked L many questions he wasn't sure he could answer.

"Did you like it?"

"What was your favorite part?"

"Who was your favorite character?"

he did his best, but you didn't look very satisfied.

"It was something you enjoyed, and I enjoy you."

"The...beginning. I suppose."

"The one with red hair. I don't remember her name."

L was already wiped by the time you returned to the hotel. He could work for days, but going out for hours, pretending to be interested in a mind-numbing plot line...he needs to close his eyes.

You go off to change or shower, or some other third thing, he's not really paying attention by the time he's sat on the couch he's basically asleep.

Until you emerge, resting beside him and pushing yourself between his arms. He opens his eyes, and there you are, in that red, lacey lingerie set he got you all that time ago. Suddenly, he's not so tired.

"When I got you those things, I didn't realize I'd find them so enticing on you."

"Isn't that the point?"

"I underestimated the extent of it."

You press a kiss to his jaw, then his cheek, up to his mouth. "You think I'm pretty like this?"

"I always think you're pretty," he murmurs, sliding a hand up your back to fidget with the clasp of your bra.

"C'mon, let's go to the bedroom," you purr.

"If you insist."

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"I'll be back in a sec!" The doors closes, your robe trailing behind you as you practically limp into the kitchen. You needed water.

Just as you pour yourself an ice cold glass of water, a light beep comes from the living room. You look up, just in time to see romeo prancing across L's computer.

"Oh, no no," you coo, coming around to scoop him up. He goes limp in your arms, allowing you to set him aside on the couch. You sit down, hoping to figure out whatever changes romeo made. Honestly, you were just going to fix it and turn it off.

But then you see yopur house.

Your kitchen, from a bird's eye view, today's date and time blinking in the top right corner, 1 of 235 in the bottom left.

This wasn't. It couldn't be. There had to be some explanation, something L could explain away so you could return to perfect, blissful life. You reach out, hesitate, and click the RShift key. The kitchen, but from a lower angle. Next. The kitchen, from the perspective of the oven. You spammed forward, over and over. If you went fast enough, you could see each room in one smooth, panoramic shot.

This was insane. He had these cameras in here without your consent, for months he's been watching you, long before your resentment faded.

"Oh my god..."

your hushed panic is cut off by his phone, buzzing beside the computer. You still. What other secrets was he hiding?

With as much care as you can manage, being utterly betrayed, you flip open the device.

transaction complete. ¥50000 moved to account #002546

You recognized that number.

You felt sick.

Entirely, utterly, disgustingly ill.

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You've been gone for more than 5 minutes. That was unusual. L stands, stretches, and yawns. You were probably just recuperating.

He shuffles out, and finds you in front of his things. Looking upset. "What are you doing?"

"Take me home."

"What?"

"Call the jet or whatever, I'm going home."

"I...don't understand-"

"Neither do I. But I know I don't like having cameras in my house. And I don't like whatever giving my ex landlord money means."

He had to approach this with caution. "I see that you're upset, however the cameras are only in place for your safety."

"A security camera outside my house is for safety. This?" You haphazardly grab the screen of the computer, spinning it around for him to see. "This is unacceptable."

You can see the gears turning. "If it makes you more comfortable, I can have them removed."

Your jaw clenches, chewing on his lackluster offer. "It should never have happened to begin with." You toss the phone to him, and he catches it despite your lack of effort. It's open to his bank statements. "What's that?"

"This...is-" the words caught in his throat. For once, he was rendered speechless. He couldn't come up with a suitable lie. He couldn't come up with anything. The only thing that he could think of was that he needed to start locking his phone. His comfort made him careless, he should have been more alert.

"Well? Go on."

Your arms were crossed. You looked so angry. Angry with him, in a way you've never been before. "I care very deeply for you."

"That's not what I asked." His lack of response only made your stomach sink further. He was ashamed of something. You've never seen him ashamed of anything, ever, so this has to be big.

"Everything I do is for your benefit."

"Answer the question."

He swallows, and perches on the seat in front of you. "do you remember the day I confessed to you?"

"I don't see the relevance."

His eyes are just barely puppyish enough to persuade you to go along with it.

"...yes, I do."

"And my...offer?"

"Obviously yes, what does-" and it clicked. You never planned on taking it. He knew that. So he...Oh God. Oh, God.

"I only wanted you to be happy-"

"So you bribed my landlord?!"

"I-"

"That was one of the worst days of my life, L. I never felt so lonely, or stupid, or...dirty."

"(Y/n), please be reasonable-"

"If you won't call the plane, I'll get one myself."

His hands clench around his calves as his lip pulls into a thin, frustrated line. "It wouldn't be wise to fly alone. Stay, we can discuss this."

You don't bother responding. You just stand, and walk off to your bedroom. You return moments later, dressed in a hoodie and pants he can only assume you threw on, carrying your purse and a small duffle. "I'm going to the airport."

He barely had time to stand as you breeze past, making a beeline for the door. In two quick strides, he's next to you, grabbing your arm. "I'll call the plane."

you pause. That was what you asked for. But now...did you want his plane? Would he try to come with you? Would he find some way to sabotage it, so you could come crawling back to him? You can't risk it. "No, I'm going to the airport."

"I know you're angry, but there's no reason to risk your health and safety with flying public."

"Tell me you're sorry."

"What?"

"Tell me you genuinely feel sorry about what you did."

He pauses.

You almost hold your breath for him.

But you won't.

You won't give him anything else.

"Fly the cats out tomorrow."

He watches as you leave, closing the door in his face. He could call out to you. Apologize for everything. Sit at your feet and beg for forgiveness.

But that's the thing about L. L lawliet does not beg. L lawliet does not apologize, not really. L lawliet is, above all else, selfish. He did his best to be honest with you, but unfortunately, the honest version of L is only a reflection of years or solitude, boredom, and immorality disguised beneath the "greater good." L doesn't deserve you. He knows he doesn't, because if he did, he would feel shame for his actions.

Now, all L feels is frustrated, cold, and dissapointed in the fact that he got caught. That's all it ever was. Fear of consequence.

You were better off on spirit Airlines than you were next to him.

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