#no... i dont know how it flew past my head no...

[subaru-meteorlight]

ngl it took me until s2 to realise that cheng xiaoshi was the main character protagonist guy

[slutzforbueckers]

honestly u can js copy and paste it onto ur acc if u want i dont rly mind :p

MY EYES ONLY

♡— pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

♡— warnings: smut

♡— synopsis: paige goes through your phone and finds your 'my eyes only' on snapchat and loses her mind.

♡— a/n: i did NOT write this!!!! all credit goes to: @igcarol11

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you and paige were cuddling like normal, greys anatomy playing in the background. her arms were wrapped around your torso, face buried between your breasts (her fav). one of your hands was absentmindedly playing with her hair while the other was holding your phone, going through your snapchat memories. there was a photo of a set of lingerie you had tried on ages ago that you had been meaning to show her but had forgotten up until now. you kept looking and looking but you couldn’t find the photo so you checked your my eyes only section. as you looked, you tried to ignore the other photos in there which turned out successful because you got distracted by both the show and the doorbell ringing with your doordash. with a kiss on the top of her head and a needy whine leaving her lips, you pulled away from your girlfriend, leaving your phone open as you went to grab the food.

paige and yourself always had a transparent relationship, whether it was allowing each other to see dms and texts or telling each other every secret ever, there was always trust. so, as she sometimes did, paige grabbed your phone and decided to take a peek but did not get what she was expecting at all. she thought she’d see a shopping website or pinterest but instead, she was met face to face with a picture of your bare tits, round and perky as always. she shifted, rubbing her thighs together and thought fuck it and continued scrolling. there were pictures of your tits, your pussy, you touching yourself… she was overwhelmed. AND she had never seen them before because you were saving them for a special occasion. you walked back into the room, smiling obliviously, “hey, foods out in the kitc-“

she didn’t let you speak any more than that.

she pounced and her lips were on yours in an instant, pulling you back to bed and murmuring, “you been savin those pictures for me?” you blushed, knowing what she was talking about and nodding shyly as she bit and licked at your neck. “wanted to surprise you…” she groaned, feeling herself dripping through her boxers. her mouth moved lower to your collarbone, pulling off your shirt to get better access to you skin. she kissed down your chest, grateful that you opted not to wear a bra because it meant she could get straight to sucking your tits. her tongue swirled around your nipple in a way that had you whimpering and whining under her which only made her more turned on.

“saved pictures of that pussy for me, huh? bet you wanted me to eat it, didn’t you?” she rasped against your stomach, pulling down your shorts and panties while spreading your slick around your folds. all you could do was moan and whine in response, words escaping you. she wasn’t playing around. she wanted to get right to it and so she did. her mouth was warm and wet, just like you always were. her arms were around your thighs, holding you open while she ravished you like a starved woman. your hands flew to her hair as she sucked on your clit and you moaned helplessly, already feeling the coil grown impossibly tighter. “pai- ima cum!” she chuckled against you, the vibrations making you whine more. she looked up at you, working her tongue against your clit as she slid two fingers in. “not until i say you can. you can be good, right?” she purred, kissing your thighs and pumping her fingers in and out of you. instinctively, you whined and nodded. she knew you’d agree to anything if it meant you could cum. she lapped at your clit again, feeling how your thighs shook, how your walls clenched around her fingers, and how you stopped moaning and just stuck to whining which was your tell-tale sign that you were gonna cum but she didn’t let you.

it went on like this for a while. you’d whine about how you needed to cum and she would say no so you’d hold it. all of this because of some pictures she had found (smh). it wasn’t until you started sobbing that she let you cum, slowing her fingers down and whispering, “shhhhh, mama… i gotchu. you did so good f’me. i love you.” you whimpered as she pulled her fingers out and moaned as she licked them. she kissed your thigh before getting a wash cloth and cleaning you up, tossing it to the side and pulling you into her arms, hugging you close. “i love you.” she repeated, kissing each inch of your face. “i think you loved those photos.” you murmured softly in response, a small smile on your lips. she laughed and playfully punched your shoulder. “so what if i did, huh?” you smile and roll your eyes. “i think now i should get to see photos of you like that.”

[wcnderlnds]

bae bae | choi su-bong (thanos)

・❥・ summary: after a night out at club pentagon you end up in bed with your friend who has zero shame ・❥・word count: 1.6k ・❥・warnings: 18+. mdni. oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, thanos is rough. swearing. mentions of drugs, female reader. ・❥・ authors note: ... this is pure filth, im so sorry. also this is pre-squid game <3 i also havent added my taglist in case people dont want to be tagged in smut but if you do let me know!!

The whole night had been a blur. How you’d ended up back in your own bed you had no idea but thankfully you’d made it home safe. The music from Club Pentagon still echoed through your ears like an anthem constantly playing in your head. You opened your eyes, your hands coming up to rub them with the palm of your hands. What time was it? You leaned over, grabbing your phone off the bedside table to see it was 3am. With a groan, you buried your head back into the safety of your pillow making a mental note to yourself to never drink so much again. All you could remember was that it had been a rough day, so bad that your friend Su-bong had decided a night out at his favourite club was the perfect remedy. So much for listening to him. That was on you, really. None of his ideas were ever good. They mostly consisted of drowning feelings in alcohol or taking one of his colourful little pills to forget what was going on.

As your thoughts drifted to him, a quiet groan filled the room causing you to perk up. It was coming from next to you so you just had to assume it was Thanos making noises in his sleep. He did that often – his nightmares coming frequently. If he was next to you that meant he had been the one to bring you home. A big thank you was in order for him in the morning when you could handle being awake. If your pounding head was anything to go by, you were going to have one hell of a hangover. Your eyes closed once again as you tried to drift back off to sleep. Just as you were on the verge of falling asleep, you heard a grunt.

Okay, what was going on here?

You turned around, sitting up slightly as you took in the scene before you. Yeah, there Thanos was. Everything seemed normal until you saw his chest rising and falling rapidly, movement under the blankets catching your eye. Your brows furrowed. This man wasn’t doing what you thought he was doing in your bed, was he? Only one way to find out.

Maybe it was your hungover mind but the thought of what you might find excited you. The way he was biting his lower lip to keep quiet only fueling your intrusive thoughts. Your fingers grasped the blanket, pulling it off. Well, you were right.

There he was, hand wrapped around his cock as he jerked himself off. Your eyes fixated on his hand that began speeding up, his hips bucking off the bed for more friction. Oh, he was really into this. How had he not realised you’d caught him? Part of you wanted to watch him finish, the throbbing between your legs thinking for you more than your brain. You hadn’t even realised how into this you were until you caught yourself slipping. There had been moments in the past where the two of you had almost hooked up but it had never gone past making out. Something always got in the way whether it was his friend Nam-gyu interrupting or his need to take another pill – it never led anywhere.

You cleared your throat deciding it was better to let him know you’d caught him than let him carry on. His eyes flew open, his hand still as he looked at you. He wasn’t embarrassed – you were certain he didn’t even know that emotion. He just looked at you expectantly, pushing himself to sit up slightly, his erection still standing for the world to see. 

“What?” He asked unbothered, annoyed even that you’d stopped him.

“I just caught you jerking yourself off and you don’t care?” You blinked at him. This was Thanos, of course he didn’t care. He had no shame.

“Why the fuck would I? Now, you gonna let me finish or help me out here.” He gestured towards his cock, his hand slowly stroking himself again.

As you watched, you couldn’t help but be transfixed. He knew what he was doing and it was working. The cogs in your brain were working overtime as you fought with helping him or ignoring him and letting take care of himself. He could see it, the smirk on his face making him look even more attractive. ‘Fuck it’, you thought. 

“Fine, you’ll owe me one, though.”

“No problem, Senorita. Now get those pretty lips wrapped around my dick.”

You didn’t have time to react before his hand came up to your head, pushing you down towards his hardened length. Your tongue darted out, teasing the head but he wasn’t having it. He was too horny for teasing. He needed to have his cock stuffed down your throat or he was going to go insane. So, without warning, he pushed your head down onto him. It took you by surprise, almost choking but you steadied yourself, hands gripping his hips as you finally found a rhythm. Your lips moved up and down his length, tongue flattening out against the underside of his cock.

“Mhmm, just like that, pretty girl,” he rasped in that deep voice of his, his fingers tangling in your hair pushing you down onto him. You felt him hit the back of your throat almost gagging on him before he pulled you back up. “You’re doing so good.”

The praise was turning you on more than you’d like to admit. Your lips wrapped around him again, taking him as deep as you could without choking but it wasn’t enough. His hips bucked up into your mouth, his hand firmly tangled in your hair. You decided to give up and let him have his way. He felt your mouth slacken, the feral grin on his face letting you know he was more than willing to fuck your mouth stupid.

His grunts and groans filled the room as he thrust up into your mouth at a rapid pace. You could feel his cock twitching each time he hit the back of your throat. Tears sprang at the corner of your eyes as you gagged on him, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth. “Fuck, I’m so fuckin’ close.”

Just as you were sure he was about to finish, he yanked your head off him, pushing you back down onto the bed. In a frenzy, he pushed the skirt up you were wearing, pulling your panties to the side. He slid his index finger along your pussy, almost groaning at how wet you were when he hadn’t even done anything. You were so damn desperate, he loved every second of it. “Wanna come inside this sweet, little pussy. You gonna let me, baby?”

He dragged his cock along your folds coating himself in your slickness and that was game over for you. Frantically, you nodded your head. That was all he needed. He pushed himself inside you in one deep thrust. The loud moan you let out surprised you, Thanos’s eyes almost rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of finally being inside you after all this time. No interruptions, no need for a high. This was the only high he needed. He’d been missing out. He pushed your legs up and over his shoulders, pulling his cock almost all the way out and thrusting inside once again. His pace was anything but gentle, the tight grip he had on your hips sure to leave bruises. Your hands gripped the bedsheets below you as he pounded into you. There was no way you were going to last long if he kept this up but then again neither was he. You could tell with the way his eyebrows scrunched up that he was holding back. At least he wasn’t selfish in the bedroom.

“Su-bong,” you moaned, back arching as you felt your orgasm fast approaching. The moaning of his name was almost his undoing.

“Yeah? You like that, huh? Like being fucked stupid by your best friend?” He panted, the sound of his hips slapping against yours echoing off the walls of the small room. The bed occasionally banging against the wall with the intensity of his thrusts. Your neighbours were definitely going to have something to say about it in the morning. “Come for me. Wanna feel you squeezin’ the life outta me.”

One particular hard thrust and that was it. A loud, almost pornographic moan fell from your lips as you saw stars. Your fingers pulled at the sheets, legs quivering as your orgasm washed over you. Thanos didn’t let up his pace, his eyes drawn to where your bodies were joined as he fucked into you. The feeling of your walls squeezing around his cock bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, fuck. Gonna come. Gonna fill you up real good.”

It took one, two more thrusts when he stilled inside you, his cock twitching as he came harder than he had in his life. He was sure he saw the whole damn universe, throwing his head back as he groaned. His hips shallowly thrust into you, pulling out once he’d finished. Did he clean you up? Nah. He flopped back down next to you, grabbing his vape off the bedside.

“We should’ve done that a long time ago,” he chuckled, taking a puff. He handed it over to you, his lazy eyes meeting yours. “Do I still owe you one?”

You took a hit of the vape, nodding your head as you passed it back to him. “Oh, hell yeah you do. Not getting out of it that easily.”

“Was hoping you’d say that,” he winked at you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and bringing you into his side. It wasn’t cuddling but it was something to show you his appreciation. Better than nothing.

[brokenmenswhore]

PLEASE🙏🙏

dom james potter x sub reader, where she purposely flirts with one of his friends during one of his quidditch matches(shes in the stands) to get a rise out of him, and becuaseeee hes distracted, gryffindore loses SEVERLY against slytherin and now our man is livid....so..reader gets pretty severly punished, bit obviously with aloootttt of aftercareee

Ifff you dont wanna write this thats okay love!🫶🏻

*cracks knuckles* we are so back also idk if this was rough enough but (i get nervous because sometimes people ask for rough stuff and then i make it rough and they’re like this needs warnings it’s dark!! and im like im sorry im trying)

cost the match | james potter

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), james is pretty mean, rough sex, use of “sir” and light dom/sub play, i did not proofread this

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You knew it was a dangerous game that you were playing, but you needed James, and you needed him bad.

It had been a while since he was rough with you, and you were deprived, to say the least. He had spent the last few weeks training for his Quidditch games, and you were attention starved.

As you watched your boyfriend whiz past the stands as he guided his broom toward the golden snitch, you couldn’t help yourself. You leaned over to Remus, one of James’s best friends.

“Hell of a match today,” you said.

Remus turned to you, almost to ensure that you were talking to him. “Yeah.”

“You’d look good in that red and yellow suit, if you played, you know.”

Remus blushed and continued to watch the match, refusing to acknowledge your flirtations. You looked up to James, who was still laser focused on the match.

You ran a hand over the collar of Remus’s button down shirt. He visibly shuddered, unsure how to react. You slowly moved your fingers under the collar, tracing his prominent collarbone.

“Y/N.”

“Remmy.”

Remus took a deep breath. “Why are you callin’ me pet names, huh?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Dunno.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw James fly by, and could have sworn that he stopped moving.

“You tryna make him jealous?” Remus asked.

“Maybe.”

Remus smiled. “Love, all you had to do was ask. Messing with James is my favorite passtime.”

You giggled at his admission. “You and me both,” you said, continuing to run your hands over his collarbone.

That’s when you checked in on James to see him halfway across the field, stagnant in midair, looking directly at you.

You quickly turned away, forcing yourself to refocus on Remus and really lay it on thick.

You leaned in closer to Remus, whispering “think it’s working already,” into his ear, earning a smile from Remus as he looked toward James.

“And the snitch is in play! Slytherin dives-“

The words over the speaker nearly escaped your attention as you continued to move yourself closer and closer to Remus, so close that your lips could brush together if he turned his head toward you.

You noticed Sirius fly over to James and visibly scold him for his lack of movement, but even after Sirius flew away, James’ focus was on you.

The score was heavily in favor of Slytherin, so much so that if James caught the snitch at that very moment, it would only narrowly be a win.

“And they’ve done it! Slytherin has caught the snitch!”

That was the only thing that diverted James’s attention from you as he looked around frantically, noticing that Gryffindor had not only lost, but lost severely.

You made your way down the stands and toward the locker room, hoping to check on James and the team. Before you could make yourself known, you overheard some chatter from the team.

“What the fuck happened man?”

“I’m sorry, okay?” That was James.

“We got fucking crushed out there, Prongs!”

“Bloody hell, you think I don’t know that? I fucked it up for us, I know!”

“What could have possibly been so distracting?” That was Sirius.

“Nothing, forget it.”

You could hear the venom in his tone. You were so in for it. Enough that you turned around and left, nervous to see him this soon after the match.

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“Wake the fuck up.”

James’s voice scared you out of sleep. Despite him speaking quietly, his tone was so low and gruff that your body knew to obey, even without consciousness, and even though it was extremely late.

You blinked your eyes awake as you turned your body over to look at him. “Jamie, wha-“

“Shut the fuck up,” he said, harshly clamping a hand over your mouth. “You cost us the fucking match today, you know that? You fucking slut, you into Remus now, hm? What’s the matter, had a lot to say to him, but nothing to say to me?”

The hand over your mouth restricted you from speaking. He was intentionally taunting you. You tried to move out of his grasp, but you knew it was hopeless.

“Stay fucking put,” he groaned, “I’m gonna move my hand, and you’re gonna tell me what possible fucking reason you have for eye fucking my best friend and ruining the match.”

James took his hand away from your mouth, and you knew better than to move.

“I just- I, I just-

“I just, I just,” Remus mocked you, giving you a light slap to the cheek, “spit it out.”

You knew that lying was hopeless. “I just wanted to get a rise out of you.”

A low groan came from the base of James’s throat. “You wanted to get a rise out of me, hm? Congratulations, darlin’, you got your fuckin’ way. You’re in a hell of a lot of trouble.”

James gripped your hips roughly and flipped your body effortlessly, your face slamming into the cushioning of the pillow. He pulled everything straight off of your hips, immediately exposing you.

He viciously shoved two fingers inside of your already wet cunt, causing you to gasp sharply at the sudden intrusion.

“Shut up,” he demanded, “don’t wanna wake the whole dorm now, do we?” He roughly slapped your ass as a punishment.

“That- that slap was probably louder than me.”

You were intentionally trying to work him up a little further, needing the angry and rough James that could so easily manhandle you like you weighed nothing.

“The fuck was that?” he said, roughly pumping his fingers in and out of you, his other hand finding the back of your head and holding it flush against the pillow, “think you’re clever, do you?”

“A little.”

His fist curled around your hair and yanked your head backward. “Shut the fuck up. Now.”

“But-“

James added a third finger into your core. “NOW.”

You had him right where you wanted him. You immediately stopped being mouthy, your body caving from the pleasure of James’s fingers inside of you. You whined from the intensity, but James quickly covered your mouth with his hand.

He continued to fuck you roughly with his fingers, moving faster and faster to push you closer and closer to the edge. You writhed under his grip, but he was insanely strong. You couldn’t go anywhere without him allowing it, and you didn’t want to leave anyway. This is exactly what you wanted.

James felt your walls flutter around his fingers as he hit your sweet spot. “Aweh, you wanna come?”

You nodded your head as best as you could beneath his grip.

James saw your nonverbal plea. “Too fucking bad.”

He pulled his fingers out of you entirely and released your mouth from his grasp, removing his touch from you completely.

You laid still for a moment, attempting to catch your breath as you heard the zipper of James’s jeans behind you.

“Turn around and open up.”

You rolled over to see James’s already hard cock against his toned stomach. James cast a quick silencing spell around your bed. Just because you had to be quiet didn’t mean he did.

You reached for his shaft, but James stopped you.

“Uh uh uh, you know how I like you. Don’t play dumb with me.”

You blinked up at him, never breaking eye contact as you adjusted yourself onto all fours, your ass perched up and on display for James as you held yourself up on your knees and palms.

“Now open up and take it like the fucking whore you are.”

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, allowing James to shove his entire length into your mouth at once. You moaned around him, but he didn’t care. You were being punished, which meant James didn’t have to care about your comfort, only his own pleasure. You loved it when James was rough with you and treated you like his own little plaything. You knew this was what was coming the moment you spoke to Remus.

James fisted your hair again behind your head, holding you in place as he thrust his hips back and forth, barely giving you any time to adjust to his size.

After a few moments, he removed his hand from your head. “Why the fuck am I doing all the work?” he scolded.

You immediately took over, bobbing your head in a steady pace and using one hand to pleasure the portion of his cock that you couldn’t take in your mouth.

But, the moment your hand touched him, James grabbed your wrist and yanked it away from his cock. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You pulled off of him with a pop. “I was just- I’m trying, I just-“

“Take me in your mouth like I fucking told you.”

You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter from his harsh words. You braced yourself on the edge of the mattress, slowly moving your head down his length until your nose hit his lower stomach.

“Fuck, I can feel myself in your throat,” he moaned.

You slowly moved back and forth, only a small bit at first, allowing yourself to adjust to the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat. Once you had controlled your gag reflex, you began to move faster.

James threw his head back, his resolve weakening as he whimpered into the night air.

“That’s it,” he moaned, “make it up to me. Show me how sorry you are.”

That egged you on even further, causing you to swirl your tongue around James’s tip each time you pulled back.

“Fuck, get up before I come. I’m not done with you,” James said.

You pulled back and sat back on your knees, waiting for James to move you or instruct you further.

He stepped forward until his legs hit the edge of the bed. He leaned over you, grabbing your jaw as he whispered, “this what you wanted? Hm? You want me to fucking punish you?”

“Please, Jamie,” you begged.

He ran a hand down your body to reach your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. “Please who?”

You forgot what James liked to be called. “Please sir.”

“Good,” he said, “too bad you were such a bad girl today that it doesn’t fucking matter.”

“I’m sorry Jamie- sir- please, I won’t do it again-“

“You won’t, huh? And I’m just supposed to believe you?” James said, grabbing your shoulders and slowly turning you around until you were on your knees facing the wall. He pressed on your back, and you fell forward, your ass perched upward.

James gave his cock a few soft strokes before, without warning, sliding his entire length into you.

You whined, and James continued to taunt you. “Didn’t I ask you a question?”

He began to snap his hips forward, angling his cock as deep into you as he possibly could, his thrusts still restrained.

“I won’t do it again, I promise- just needed you- needed you bad,” you whined.

“So you acted like a filthy fucking slut with Remus? You cost us the fucking match?” James said, his anger creeping back up as his thrusts grew rougher, his hands gripping your hips so harshly that it was sure to leave a mark.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you pleaded in tandem with his thrusts.

James gripped your hair and yanked your head back, snapping his hips harder and harder as he used his cock to punish you.

“So fucking desperate,” James scolded.

“Fuck, I can’t- I’m gonna-“

“Don’t you dare come,” James warned.

“But-“

James slapped your ass hard. “You talkin’ back to me?”

“No- no- I-“

Slap.

“Don’t fucking come,” he warned again.

Slap.

Feeling you squeeze him, James intentionally fucked into you harder, trying to bring you to the edge just to restrict you from reaching over it.

“Jamie, please, please-“

Slap.

“Shut the fuck up.”

James took the hand wrapped in your hair and covered your mouth, pulling your back flush against his chest. Your head tilted backward and rested on his shoulder as he kept you quiet, bouncing your hips up and down on himself.

“You think you deserve to come?” he said, voice strained in pleasure.

You tried to nod your head yes, but it was nearly impossible to move. James grunted in your ear as he approached his own high.

“You don’t come until I do, okay?” he said.

You moaned underneath his hand to vocalize that you understood as James used you to get himself off, moving your hips up and down like you were a human fleshlight.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he said, beginning to snap his hips as fast as he possibly could.

“Take it, good girl, gonna split you fuckin’ open,” James moaned into your ear.

James came with a few more harsh thrusts, the feeling of his seed hitting deep within your cervix. He moved slower and slower as he came down from his high, still thrusting to keep up the sex.

“Jamie, please,” you cried, tears streaming down your face as his thrusts became slow and torturous, “please, sir, I need to come, please.”

“Come on my cock, that’s it, atta girl,” James said. You immediately came the moment you were given permission. Your walls fluttered violently around James’s cock as he held you in place against him.

“I’m so sorry, Jamie, it won’t happen again, just needed you,” you said, barely audibly as you were breathing heavy and exhausted.

James pulled you off of his cock and laid you down on the bed. “I know, angel,” he said, his voice now soft and comforting.

“I just- I just-“

“Sh, baby relax,” James said, reaching into your nightstand for one of your aftercare cloths. With a quiet “aguamenti,” James wet the cloth and gently spread your thighs apart, slowly beginning to clean up the stickiness between your legs.

Your legs shook violently as he ran the cloth between your folds, unintentionally overstimulating you.

“Sh, baby, take it easy, I got you,” he comforted.

He found a clean pair of underwear for you, slipping them up your legs until your modesty was covered. He joined you in laying down, shimmying under the sheets and pulling them upward for you to do the same.

“C’mere,” James said, stretching out an arm and prompting you to cuddle into him.

You rested your head on his chest, and he rubbed soothing circles onto your back.

“Are you mad?” you asked, your voice tired and small.

“No, baby, not anymore,” he said, “wish we won that match, though.”

“I didn’t mean to make you lose the match,” you said.

“I know, I know,” he said, moving his hand to stroke your hair, “it’s okay.”

“I love you, Jamie.”

“I love you too, baby. Go back to sleep.”

[mercurycft]

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 - 𝐋.𝐖

## leah williamson/beth mead x teammate-(ex)reader !! MINIFIC

hi pookies!! i wrote this after watching love actually and I'm still fuming about the whole CD situation iykyk. this is roughly and loosely based on that scene, which is HEARTBREAKINGGGG. this kinda has a cringey ending but my little cringe heart loved it. thank you all for the love recently! i hope you're enjoying all the content. love always - RGx

1.8k words.

emotional. beth being the best best friend. talks of a break up. not proof read.

"you know we dont have to watch it, right?" beth spoke lowly and no louder than a whisper, breaking the silence that had stretched out between you both like a tightrope.

you allowed a small and meaningless smile to crack in the corner of your mouth for a beat as you took a sip of the tea in your hands, eyes still glued to the TV screen. only flicking to beth briefly and for less than a second - as if you were unable to bear the contact. "i know," you admitted. "i want to." you spoke with a fake conviction, leaning forward to lay your mug onto the coffee table.

you watched on in silence, heart hammering in your ears when leah finally came on screen. she looked good, and it pained you to realise. to realise that whilst you're at home, curled up on your sofa, she's out doing brilliant things. you watched as leah sat beside her piano teacher, who you recall fondly after spending many evenings in his company. leah's fingers danced over the piano keys, the camera zooming in to capture the intensity of her practice.

you tried to rid your mind of the hurt for a few minutes, attempting to squash them into microscopic parts of you. you could feel beth's eyes burning holes into the side of your head, but you didn't dare look away for even just a second. scared you would miss something important, or miss her on the screen.

you watched as she prepared for her performance and made her way towards the concert piano, you knew her well enough to tell how nervous she was - breathing uneasy and hands fidgety. the camera followed her every step, until she sat down and found her bearings. as the camera pulled out, you saw the full orchestra behind her, tuning their instruments. you watched on eagerly as the anticipation grew in the room, a storm of nerves brewing in the pit of your stomach.

there was a moment of silence from the tv, before you watched the conductor lift their arms and a chorus of instruments began to play - including leah. as they began to play, it was hard to ignore the hurt bubbling up and into your throat. as her keys fell in perfect unison with the accompanying music, it was like you had been transported back in time.

you can recall it as if it was yesterday - being back in her living room, watching her play it for the first time. she had looked up at you from her spot in front of the keyboard, eyes shy yet hopeful, asking if you liked it. "it's beautiful," you had said, not knowing then that it would become so much more.

leah's eyes remained on the keys as she played, her expression serene. her hair fell around her face like a curtain, obscuring her features slightly. the way it used to fall when you held her close, comforting her after a stressful lesson. it was a stark contrast to the sharpness of her posture now, the determination in her hands as they flew over the piano.

you felt the weight of the moment, the gravity of her talent. the sound of her playing filled the room, swelling like the crescendo of the symphony of your past. you could almost smell the scent of her shampoo, feel the warmth of her skin. your chest tightened and your eyes stung with unshed tears. but you didn't look away. you couldn't. because, as much as it hurt to admit, you were bursting with pride.

beth couldn't bring herself to speak, overly aware of the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. instead, she layed a hand gently and slowly onto the leg pressed close to hers. heaving a quiet sigh as she watched you break for the fifteenth time today.

as the final notes echoed through the speakers, you couldn't help but let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. leah's eyes finally lifted and she took in the applause, her face breaking into a smile that was so familiar and yet so foreign. your heart felt like it was in a vice, but you found yourself smiling back at her, even though she couldn't see you.

you felt beth's hand move to your shoulder, squeezing gently. "are you okay?" she asked. you nodded, not trusting your voice.

"yeah," you whispered back, "i'm okay." but you weren't. not really. you were just watching your past play out on live television, painfully reminded of what you could never get back.

the show continued, but you couldn't focus on anything else. the music had left a hollow space inside of you that only leah could fill. you looked at beth, her eyes filled with sympathy and something else. "you know it wasn't your fault, don't you?" she spoke softly.

"what?" you replied, trying to shake off the emotional fog that had enveloped you.

beth squeezed your shoulder again, "everything, i mean. she wasn't herself and she was angry at the world. she shouldn't have taken it out on you." her words stung to hear, but deep down you knew she was right. leah had always been driven, always been passionate about her career. it was one of the many things you loved about her. but seeing her up there, so poised and professional, compared to the person she was not even a month ago when things ended between you, was like watching a stranger.

you nodded, swiping at the tears that had escaped. "i know," you murmured. "but i can't help but feel like i just missed something. like i could've been there." beth didn't respond, she just held your hand, her thumb tracing circles on the back of it, offering silent comfort.

the applause from the audience on the telly grew louder as leah took her bow, her cheeks flushed with excitement. you felt a pang of jealousy, watching her revel in the moment, knowing that she has finally caught up with the feeling she had been chasing.

beth's grip on your hand tightened. "you know you can talk to me, right?" she said. her voice was gentle, like a soft summer breeze, trying to soothe the storm in your chest.

you nodded, "i know," you whispered. "but i don't know what to say. it's just…it's a lot." your voice cracked slightly, and you took a deep, shaky breath.

"it's alright to feel this way," beth assured you, her eyes never leaving yours. "you loved her, and she was a part of your life. it's natural to miss her when you see her doing something that makes her seem okay."

you tried to force back the tears that now are fighting for release, held back by nothing more than your waterline. it didn't take long until they began to litter your cheeks. "i miss her," you stammered through a small sob, collapsing into beth's chest as she stoked your back.

"i know." she whispered into your hair, gently rocking the pair of you back and fourth.

"she's still the one,"

[capitanooos]

crawling back to you // dmitri kravinoff x reader

-`♡´- pairing : dmitri kravinoff x reader

-`♡´- summary : you attempt to move on after an unfortunate breakup, yet the date does not go as planned at all.

-`♡´- warnings : erm angst, sad, alcohol, abuse (nikolai ;-;), its a couple of punches, mentions of blood, flashsbacks, crying dima (yes), idk what else lmk if i missed sum

-`♡´- notes : lowk hate this too! now imma drown in more hw

-`♡´- word count : 4400

song mentioned: do i wanna know (hozier)

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“Darian offered to take you out again tomorrow.” Selena, your best friend, spoke from her bathroom as you laid on her bed, a deep sigh falling from your lips at the mention of the man. 

The guy she set you up with had been texting you all week. He was handsome, and from the one date you had with him you judged him to be a nice man. But it was too soon, or so you thought. You’d been single for six months now after being in a relationship for nearly two years with someone who you believed was the love of your life.

“Or let me rephrase that. Darian told me he has reserved spots at this really fancy place downtown, and he’d love to take us there on a double date with one of his mates.” Selena walked out and fell down next to where you were rotting. “And I’ve kinda already agreed to it on your behalf so, clear your schedule, it’ll be fun!” 

You reached for a pillow and shoved it in her face, groaning at the thought of having to go out instead of spending the night in bed with a mediocre movie and a cheap bottle of wine from Tesco.

“Fine, but only because you’re coming.” 

So when the next evening your doorbell rang, you walked up to it to reveal Darian in a suit with flowers in his hand, letting him in with a smile. Taking the flowers from him and putting them in a vase before grabbing your bag and heading out of the door on his arm.

“So, where will we be going?” you asked as you got in his car, clicking the seatbelt in place as you heard him laugh softly. 

“It’s a surprise, beautiful.” He said, smiling brightly before starting the car and taking off into the city. 

 The lights of the city flew past as you crossed town, the streets were busy and people were everywhere. The soft hum of music and the wind soaring around the car calmed your building nerves, everything would be fine. It’s just a date, you know him!

As the car stopped and you got out, you looked at the setting sun, the last beams of warmth reflecting on your skin as you took a deep breath. You reached for Darians arm, walking to the mystery place as you talked about your day, smiling when he complimented your dress and smiling even brighter when your eyes landed on Selena, who stood next to a man you didn’t recognise. 

You’d been so endorsed in conversation with Darian that you had not noticed the street you were in, you had not noticed what building you were about to enter as your friend talked your ears off about how hot and sexy this guy with her was. 

It was only once you stepped inside and saw the hosts’ face that you looked around and felt your heart drop into your stomach. You swallowed thickly as you were led to your table, trying to cover up your emotions with a smile when you saw Darian give you a concerned look. When he turned his back to you, you shot Selena a look that she’d describe as pure terror. 

“This is the Chameleon.” you whispered and watched her eyes grow in shock.

“Maybe he’s not here. You’ll be fine.” she whispered as she squeezed your hand under the table before looking back at her date, Maxwell.

Sure. What were the chances? Besides, the place was packed. Even if he was here, it didn’t mean he’d have to see you. 

A couple of deep breaths and sips of water later you finally joined the ongoing conversation that had already started between your friend and the two men infront of you. 

“What about you, [Name]?” You looked at Maxwell confused, not grasping the meaning of his question.

“Oh [Name]? [Name] got her standards pretty high.” Selena smiled as she jokingly poked her elbow in your side while you shook your head no in protest. Both of your reactions got a laugh from the two men, them musing to know more about this. “She’s being modest.”

“Even if I am, I don’t think that this is the proper conversation material to talk about on a date.” You looked at your best friend with a smile. 

The music coming live from the stage set a calm atmosphere as they found a new topic to converse about. Occasional laughter ringing through the busy room as they each shared stories. 

Apparently Darian and Maxwell were old school buddies, having met at a private school in the States, like Selena and [Name] were too. Turns out they were two stinking rich kids, coming from old family money, so no wonder they drove expensive cars and had the money to take two middle class girls out on a date to the Chameleon. London's most pristine club and restaurant. The place where people nearly fought for a place to dine. 

As the night progressed, the conversation turned back to the first one they had that evening. 

“I’m still wondering, [Name] darling. What was that earlier about your high standards?” Darian looked at you with a raised brow and a cocky smile. By now all of you had some drinks and the awkwardness had fallen away. 

You smiled as you shook your head. Memories you had tried your best to bury crawled back to the surface. Darian held your gaze as he watched you sink into memory. 

“I think Selena just meant that my ex treated me very well and it’ll be really hard to find someone to top that.” you politely brushed the topic off but someone besides you protested.

Now it was Selena's turn to aggressively shake her head as she spoke up, a wicked grin on her face as she looked at you before looking at Darian. 

“Oh no, her ex was this extremely rich guy who wrote her songs, like the best love songs ever. Dedicated all of his songs to her when he performed. Named his one and only album after her, with songs all about and for her. He didn’t make a single penny from it either, because everything he earns from it gets put in this girl's bank account.” you stared at your drink while Selena spilled the beans, your cheeks flushing a bright red as you felt your throat swell as more memories flooded back to you. 

Somewhere far away you heard Darian and Maxwell’s reactions, you were too zoned out to make out what they were saying. Never would you have thought that hearing those words so literally would bring you back to six months ago, to the moment of the break up.

His father had warned you once, when you’d been dating Dmitri for only two months. He believed you weren’t good enough for his son. Too poor, too lowly born, your place in society wasn’t prominent enough. He had threatened you, and you had Dmitri convince you that it’d be alright, his father wouldn’t hurt you, ever. He’d make sure of it himself. 

Somehow you managed for almost two whole years before his father saw the two of you together again. He’d stormed over, grabbed you by your collar, raised his hand before Dmitri shoved his father away from you and took the blow that was meant for you. That however, had only angered his father more, and before you knew it you were kneeling over a bruised and bloody Dmitri. 

You had taken him home, cleaned up his wounds before sitting him down for a serious conversation. 

“Maybe it’s better if we… Don’t continue this relationship, for the sake of both our safety.” you had started and it soon escalated to where you were now. Both crying and unwilling, but knowing that deep down, it’d be for the better.

“So the last two years were nothing?” Dmitri’s soft, broken voice rang through the room and you shook your head, tears falling down your cheeks. 

“It wasn’t nothing, it was everything, but Dmitri, look what has happened because of me.” your voice cracked as you looked at his face. Bruised and bloodied, his eyes so full of pain. 

Dmitri shook his head, looking at you with such desperation that had more tears streaming down your face. He walked towards where you stood near the window that overlooked all of London from his penthouse. 

“This isn’t because of you-” he grabbed your hands in his ever so gently, tears falling out of his eyes with no shame as he tried to reason with you.

“Yes it is, Dmitri! You heard what your father said.”

“So what? Why should it matter what my father said?”

“You know why. We’re done, Dmitri.” you spoke as you pulled your hands from his.

It had hurt you so much to speak those words. You didn’t want to leave him, but you loved him too much and you refused to see him get hurt because of you again. 

“I promised to protect you.” 

“You’ll protect the both of us if we go our separate ways.” you turned around to leave.

“Do you love me?” he asked as he gently grabbed your wrist, his big, tear filled eyes looking at you.

You nodded as you faced him one last time. Cupping his face as you looked him in the eye. 

“I love you more than anything, Dmitri, and that’s the exact reason why I have to let you go.” you said softly as you kissed his forehead before turning around and making your way out of the apartment. Breaking the heart of the love of your life as well as your own.

When you snapped back to reality you found three pairs of eyes on you as you tried to blink away tears. You smiled as you stood up and excused yourself, quickly walking through the familiar sets of tables as you made your way to the restrooms. 

Tears still threatened to fall out of your eyes as you looked at yourself in the mirror in front of you. 

It still hurt too much to think about him, hearing Selena talking about him, and being in his place. The place where you had made so many memories together. The place where every single metre linked back to him. The fact that one unlucky step could land you right in front of him, or worse, his father. 

Your heavy breaths calmed ever so slightly as you ran your hands under the cold water, trying to empty your mind from the unwanted thoughts that pried and crammed into your mind. 

“It’s okay.” you kept repeating in your mind as you dried your hands and fixed your appearance. “It’ll be fine.” You whispered as you exited the restrooms, slowly walking back to your table. 

“[Name]? I knew Eliza wasn’t lying when she said you were here!” Your eyes landed on a familiar figure in front of you, one you loved dearly. You reached for the elder woman, embracing her as you sighed. “Oh Maragret,” you shook your head as you pulled back, brows furrowed, “I’m so glad to see you.” 

She tilted her head to the side as she took you in. You’d seen each other only once since the break-up, she was the only one who really knew all of the details of what went down. She offered you a soft, sad smile, which you returned.

“This seems like the last place you’d be after…” she left her sentence open for you to interpret and you laughed quietly while nodding. 

“I was kind of dragged on a double date with my best friend, didn’t know we’d be coming here.” you smiled awkwardly as you looked around you. The place hadn’t changed one bit. The same warm lights, the black and gold furniture, the same staff, the live music coming from the stage. Though now that you looked at the stage, no one was there, but you swore there was music before you rushed off to the restrooms.

Margaret ushered you back to your table, apologizing for interrupting your date and promising to see you soon before walking back to the bar.

As you sat back down you apologized, smiling softly. Darian offered you a smile as he asked if you were alright, you nodded before Selena dragged you into the conversation she was having with Maxwell. Something about her trying to prove to him how bad the public school experience was here in the UK. 

Your attention to the conversation was short cut as you heard music coming from the piano on the stage, closing your eyes as you took in the notes.

“Right, [Name]?” your eyes opened, looking at Selena and nodding. 

“Mhm? Oh yeah, high school here is tragic. Terrible, really. I wouldn’t wanna go through it again, not even for a million pounds.” 

Laughter erupted from the men in front of you as they watched the terror on your face at the thought of it. High school was tough.

“Do I wanna know? If this feeling goes both ways? Sad to see you go, was sorta hoping that you’d stay.”

All the colour drained from your face as the voice you’d recognize amongst thousands hit your ears. Your head snapped to the stage, and your eyes met with those bright blue eyes you knew all too well. 

“Darling we both know, that the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day.”

You were frozen as you looked at Dmitri, desperately searching his eyes for you didn’t know what. Of all the voices, all the impressions he could do, his own raw voice would always be your favorite thing. He knew that, he knew that very well, and it brought tears to your eyes as you felt your throat close up again. 

“Crawling back to you. Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? ‘Cause I always do.”

The world could end this moment and you wouldn’t even notice. Everything around you fell away as he offered you a tiny smile, it was gone as quick as it came. 

“Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Now I’ve thought it through.” 

You turned your head away, breaking eye contact, looking back down at the table in front of you with big eyes full of tears. It felt impossible to breathe as you grabbed beside you, hand grasping at Selena’s wrist. A look at you, the stage, and then back at you had her shaking her head as she went to embrace you, the two men in front of you completely forgotten as your mind raced at a million miles an hour. 

A young man walked up to you, awkwardly fiddling with the rings on his fingers as he shyly smiled at you. 

“Hello,” he spoke up, pulling you away from the work on your laptop and smiling up at him while sliding the headphones off your head. 

“Hi, can I help you?” your confused yet oh so bright smile had Dmitri look down at his feet for a second before meeting your eyes again. 

“Yes, I’m Dmitri Kravinoff.” he said, looking at you like you were a flower in the midst of a rotten field. 

The cool spring breeze ran through the air, blowing your hair into your face as you laughed at the young man softly. 

“Hello, Dmitri Kravinoff, I’m [Name]. What can I help you with?” you beamed up at him, oh so confused at the adorable man's intentions. 

Dmitri was at a loss for words for a while as he looked at you. He’d been admiring you from a far for about twenty minutes, being captivated by your beauty. You had seemed to be working here in the park cafe, writing away on your laptop, scribbling things in your notebook, occasionally sipping at your purple smoothie, nodding along to what he assumed was music playing in your headphones. 

“I uhm… You’re beautiful.” he stuttered out eventually, a slight flush on his cheeks as he tried his best to hold eye contact with you, “I was wondering if uhm…” he looked down at his hands again, twisting the ring on his pinkie as he stumbled over his words. 

You looked up at him, head slightly tilted as you smiled up at him brightly. “Well?” your soft voice rang through the air, bringing Dmitri back to earth. 

“I was wondering if you’d let me- if you’d maybe want to go on a date with me.” the way he looked at you with those big puppy eyes full of hope had you smiling at him so brightly that Dmitri thought he might faint.

The laugh that escaped from you, along with you shaking your head in delight made Dmitri bite the inside of his cheek nervously. 

“I’d… I’d love to, Dmitri.” you swore you saw him jump up a little before he balled up his fists in victory.

And so here you were, a week later, walking through the aquarium with the guy you’d been texting all week. Hand in hand, laughing and giggling as you looked at the countless fish, pointing out your favorites, and admiring the man illuminated by the blue of the water. How he knew you loved aquariums was a mystery to you but you loved it. 

You’d sat on a bench in front of a massive fish tank filled with lemon sharks and countless other fish as you talked for hours, you never fell silent, and if you did it was to recover from laughing too much. 

Afterwards he’d taken you out to dinner at some fancy place you had never heard of before.  You had the time of your life with him, Dmitri Kravinoff. 

Eventually when the awkwardness had fallen away, which only took about thirty minutes, everything he did, everything he said, came so shyly yet so naturally. He told you the silliest jokes, the best stories, and listened intently as you talked about your own life and told your own stories. Asking questions, taking everything you told him in, looking at you like you were the only thing that really mattered on this planet.

“You’re even, I’d say better, but that’s not even the right word to do you justice. You’re exceptional, special, truly captivating.” Dmitri had said as he walked with you all the way to your front door. He didn’t miss the blush that crept up on your cheeks as you smiled. 

“You yourself are a lot more than the shy boy that came up to me last week, you’re… intriguing and… very charming.” you smiled up at him as you stopped in front of your door. “Thank you for today, I haven’t had this much fun in a long while.” 

Dmitri basked in your words, his smile hadn’t left his face since earlier today. Just your mere presence had this effect on him that he couldn’t explain, and the way you looked at him had him absolutely in shambles, he loved it. 

“The pleasure is mine, you make for a great company. I loved every single second of being with you.” He watched you raise your head, a proud grin on your face as you looked him in the eyes. 

“Great, then we should do something like this again sometime soon.” 

As you said your goodbyes, you quickly got on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek before turning around and getting inside of your house, leaving a flustered and shocked Dmitri standing on your porch.

You didn’t remember that Selena had pulled you away from the table and back to the restrooms. You had been too out of it to fully register what she was saying or asking you. You’d just blatantly nodded as she talked, too lost in thought as everything came flooding back to you that you’d tried to suppress for the last six months. 

Everything was a blur when you walked back to the table but all of a sudden you sobered up, vision clearing, mind going panic mode when that cologne hit your nostrils.

“Darian Madden? Man you have not changed one bit!” The thick Russian accent of Nikolai Kravinoff surrounded your senses. You swallowed thickly as you let Selena walk you back to your seat, making yourself small as you sat down, hoping the elder Kravinoff would not notice you like his son did earlier. You felt Darians gaze on you, obviously confused about your second time getting emotional tonight.

“Last I saw you, you were this tall and running around with my Sergei.” Nikolai held up a hand beside him at the height of his shoulder, his smile dropped as he laid eyes on you. “You.” Your eyes slowly made their way to meet Nikolai’s.

You were certain that fear was written all over your face as you fisted your shaking hands in the skirt of your dress. 

“What are you doing here? Wasn’t I clear enough last time, girl?” Your breaths came in short shallow huffs as you were at a loss for words, closing and opening your mouth as your eyes darted between Nikolai and Darian, who was still looking at you in confusion. “Well?! Answer me, girl!” You gulped as Nikolai’s voice echoed through the now eerily quiet room, countless eyes on you as he awaited your answer.

“I… Here with Darian-” you yelped and you heard the gasps from other guests as Nikolai lifted you up by your collar, thumb pressing down on your airway as he did.

“Don’t lie to me! You’re here to see my son! Didn’t I tell you to leave him alone?!” Tears now streamed over your cheeks as you clawed at his hand, desperately trying to get him to release you.

“Woah woah! Your son? Her ex is Dmitri Kravinoff?” Darians voice sounded but you couldn’t give a shit about him right now. Your vision was blurring when you suddenly felt a fist colliding with your cheek. 

Screams erupted from around you and you heard the people scrambling to get out. In the corner of your eye you saw Maxwell pull Selena away from the scene. Your knees hit the ground and you gasped for air, a hand coming up to your cheek as the pain spread through your whole face. When you pulled your hand back you saw the red of your blood on it and you looked up at Nikolai, who already had you back up on your feet, ready to strike you again.

“No!” Before you knew it you were pulled back, vision going dark as your face was pulled into a soft material, a hand on the back of your head cradling you closer, shielding you from the danger. 

When Dmitri’s oh so familiar cologne hit your nostrils you closed your eyes, relaxing in his arms as if you hadn’t not seen him for six months, as if you weren’t broken up, as if his father hadn’t just almost choked you into unconsciousness before hitting you. 

“Dima…” You croaked out as a sob echoed through your chest, your hands tightly gripping at his dress shirt, tears staining the black material. You heard him quietly shush you while he pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you close and safe. “I…” your voice was quiet and strained, the words refusing to come out of your mouth. 

“Pathetic, always standing up for the trash.” you heard Nikolai scoff at his son, his footsteps approaching. Dmitri let go of you, gently pushing you back to where a now very shocked Margaret was standing. 

She took you in her arms as she watched how Dmitri dodged his fathers blow, instead only returning the favor and hitting his father square in the face. 

“You don’t get to talk about her like that! You do not get to hit her!” you heard Dmitri raise his voice at his father. Dmitri never raised his voice, not at you when you accidentally broke an expensive vase of his, not when you broke up with him, and especially never at his father even he belittled him to no extent, but that seemed to have changed when it came to you now. “That woman is the love of my life and thanks to you I lost her, and now you dare hurt her?!”

“If you had only looked, you’d have seen how amazing she is, how smart and caring. You’d have seen how much I love her! You’d have seen how much she loved me, for me. Something you never did.” you turned your head to look at Dmitri, his back was to you, but you could see Nikolai, glaring at his son as the blood dripped down his chin. “If you ever so much look at her the wrong way or dare lay a finger on her again, I will make sure it’s the last thing you do, papa.” You saw Dmitri ball his fist again, his fathers blood on his knuckles. 

Nikolai didn’t say a word before standing up straight and nodding at his youngest son. He just turned around and walked out as if nothing happened, not caring about the few remaining people that scrambled to get out of his way.

“[Name]” Dmitri’s hands cupped your face and you looked up at him with tears still in your eyes. “[Name], my love, I’m so sorry.” 

His gaze was so soft, his demeanour was so gentle. He was filled with fear as he searched your eyes, wiping away the tears that fell from your eyes. 

“I love you,” your whisper was barely audible but it was loud enough for Dmitri to break into a smile, his eyes lightening with happiness and hope as they darted to your lips. You returned his smile, clasping your hands on his shirt again before pulling him down into a kiss. 

God how you had missed this. The way he held you, his gentle nature, him. 

“You toughened up…” you whispered as you broke away from the kiss, giggling when he immediately chased your lips with his own, too eager for another kiss. 

“I promised myself if I ever got a second chance at making things right, I would not let him ruin it.” one of his hands brushed a lock of hair behind your ear as he spoke ever so softly. “I had to protect you.”

“Honey there was nothing for you to make right.”

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next mistake #5. i dont careee

synopsis: sungho a star volleyball player, who is close to being benched for bad grades. and then you! yn. the top student, who he’s resented since high school, is assigned to tutor him. he makes her life chaotic—she makes him fall in love.

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you stood outside jaehyun’s classroom, your phone clutched in your hand.

he hadn’t told you where you two were going today. no text, no update, you knew it was going to be a short hang out before he had to dip for volleyball practice

you waited because it was jaehyun. and honestly? you didn’t really mind.

his class over, but yet he hadn’t showed you waited, didnt text him. just wait..

10 minutes passed, the door finally swung open.

and there he was.

jaehyun stepped out with a calm expression, hair slightly messy like he’d been running his hand through it all class. backpack slung over one shoulder. eyes scanning—until they landed on you.

“sorry, did you wait long?” he asked, voice low and casual like he didn’t just make your heart skip

you shook your head, trying not to smile too hard.

“you never told me where we’re going.”

he smirked, walking past you like he expected you to follow.

“i know.”

you blinked. “that’s it?”

“yup.”

“…you’re so annoying.”

“and yet you’re still here.”

you hated how he was right.

but you followed him anyway.

you didn’t know where jaehyun was taking you, but once you stopped in front of the small arcade tucked between a laundromat and a chicken shop, your eyes lit up.

“no way.”

he glanced at you, a smug little smile tugging at his lips.

“thought you’d like it”

“i love it,” you grinned, already stepping inside before he could say anything else.

the place was loud and chaotic in the best way—bright neon lights, the clack of tokens dropping, high schoolers who just finished their school day

“okay,” he said, trailing behind you as you scanned the rows of games. “what do you wanna lose at first?” he nudged your shoulder

you shot him a look.

“you’re funny”

jaehyun chuckled, heading toward the basketball hoops.

“let’s settle this then.”

“myung jae, you will lose!!” you said

as the timer started, you glanced over at him—eyes narrowed in fake concentration, tongue slightly poking out as he shot the ball.

he looked so unserious. so silly. so him.

then it was 20 seconds on the timer

jaehyun laughed as you barely missed your last shot, hands on his knees like it was the funniest thing ever.

“you were so close,” he teased.

“i was distracted” you huffed, but you were smiling.

it was too easy with him. too natural. the way he leaned close, the way he handed you tokens without a word, the way he kept looking at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

you liked being around him. more than you should.

but you couldn’t fall for him.

you just couldn’t.

not when he was sungho’s best friend.

not when sungho already looked at you like you were some kind of problem he couldn’t get rid of.

sungho, the reason you’d kept your head down around the team since the semester started. sungho, who already hated how his friends talked about you.

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the hour flew by and before you knew it, jaehyun was checking the time on his phone, frowning just a little.

“i gotta go, practice.” he said, his voice low

of course.

jaehyun—the captain, the reliable one, the one who always had to show up for the team.

you nodded, trying not to look disappointed.

“oh i forgot, captain!” you teased a little

he chuckled, nudging your shoulder lightly.

“i’ll see you around, yn!”

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[vvifeys]

vi helping the reader learn to fight ! maybe the reader is a little discouraged

eventually.

modern!au vi. no tw, just vi training reader to fight. men dni! a/n: i dont know the first thing about fighting, i apologize if this is incorrect or sounds weird in any way.

that was the fourth time you'd fallen on your ass trying to block the same attack vi kept throwing at you, this was hopeless. she had made it her life's mission to teach you how to fight like it was the last thing she'd ever do.

you weren't sure where this sudden obsession had come from, but she kept telling you that she just wanted to make sure you'd be safe if she wasn't around. trying to convince vi otherwise was like trying to convince a brick wall to move out of your way. you decided to just let her try and teach you, despite your assurances you'd never manage to learn anything.

"you need to keep your feet further apart. they're too close together, that's why you keep falling." vi repeated for the fifth time. she didn't sound frustrated yet, but you could see the slight furrow in her brow.

"i'm telling you, it feels weird to stand like that. i can't stay in that position." you insisted, standing back up with the help of your girlfriend.

"okay... lets try something else. you attack me, alright? i want you to grab my hand when i punch, pull me forward, and push me to the ground. do that fast enough and your enemy wont have time to realize what you're doing." vi explained, setting her feet apart. she gestured for you to get in position.

you shook your head, sighing as you mimicked her stance. you hand your hands up, a determined look on your face. you could do this, all you had to do was grab her hand and drag her to the floor. couldn't be that hard, right?

vi threw her punch. it was quicker than you expected, you flinched back. your hands flew to cover your face, eyes squeezing shut, waiting for a blow that never came. whenever you opened your eyes and moved your hands, you were faced with vi's fist just sitting there. you looked past her arm, down at her face that had a mild look of disappointment.

"babe, this is useless. i told you, im not a fighter. we've been doing this for how long? and i still can barely throw a punch and land it, much less with enough force to actually do anything. why are you so determined?" you say, feeling frustrated tears well up in your eyes. vi noticed this too, of course she did- she was always attentive, her hands coming up to cup your cheeks.

"look, i just want you to be safe. im not always gonna be here if something happens, and i worry about you. especially whenever you go out. im not doing this to make you upset or frustrate you or whatever-" vi's thumbs brushed over your cheeks, wiping a few stray tears. "i just wanna help. you got this, you just gotta be patient. do you wanna keep going?"

you hesitated a little. you kept your head in her hands as you took a second to think, your eyes tracing all over her face. after getting lost thinking about how much you adored your lover, you'd nodded. "i'll get it eventually."

this was way way shorter than i expected it to be, but as i said... i know nothing about fighting so i didn't wanna prolong this 😭 thank you for the request, i hope i did you justice!!

[fenharel-babe]

Tagging: @zombiefishgirl , @amoaliquis @museinthemiddle @fenharels-chewtoy bc yall said you were excited so here you go hehe :)))💙.

Okay here goes my rant of Solas and how he is such a good lover. His romance has been broken down to hell and back but I DONT CARE! I’m adding my thoughts and just stirring the pot of Solavellan on tumblr. A community I love with all my heart.

Okay, so. The reason I believe Solas is such a good lover is because of how he respects Lavellan and likes to know more about her. That man was definitely wanting to kiss her when he was in that Haven dream, but he let her do it. He said she changed everything, but still didn’t take initiative and let Lavellan do it. Once she did and he knew she felt somewhat the same, THEN he went all in and used tongue. He was so down bad already. SO DOWN BAD!!!

And then he ends up asking for time and not wanting to lead her on. He’s open about his feelings though that’s definitely terrifying. Yes, he’s not telling the full truth about his past BUT he is talking about his feelings in the present and telling her the truth about that at least. I feel like he would understand if she wanted to end it and move on, and he sets boundaries and it makes sense. This man was a spirit of Wisdom that suddenly took a form and was used and abused his whole life until Inquisition, so he barely had time to understand FEELINGS and especially LOVE. He had little to no time to understand that, so he sets a boundary, lets her know he needs time. He needs to think before he does anything else. I see that as very sweet and considerate since he doesn’t want to lead either of them on and basically be a terrible lover because he isn’t sure he DOES love her. He isn’t sure and needs time, and it’s respectful and good to be HONEST about that, and he was.

Then talking about how he wants to know her more, I think about the talk on the balcony when he asks her if the mark has changed her. In my opinion this is when his view on the world has begun to change. He sees people as people and actually alive. Lavellan (at least my Lavellan) has helped refugees with blankets and food, helped a man’s dying wife get a potion she needed from her son, helped a random woman get justice and her wedding ring back from Templars when they killed her husband, and had done so much to help people. And she has to go out of her way to do this!! She was busy as hell yet still took the time to help them. She did all of this and he wondered if the anchor somehow changed her. In my head, he possibly was scared or worried of falling for someone that was changed, but then he learns she has always been this way, and it makes him cement in his feelings. He loves her and he cannot hold it back anymore, though he tries. He tries one last time to pull back, but her telling him to stay made him see how she also loved him and wanted him badly, so he gave in. He kissed her and told her that he loved her, speaking in his language to show how serious he was. We know if he speaks in elven, it’s gotta be serious and it was.

I believe Solas didn’t love freely and possibly never did romantically to anyone in ancient Arlathan. Not just for the trope of her being his first love, but because of how he had to do war and did such horrible things (due to Mythal and others) and definitely didn’t have time to get close to people, but this time he did. He got to know a woman that was a ‘shadow’ of his people, but she was really a light. Like Cole described her at the end of DAI, when he looked at her she shined bright and it was like looking at birds as they flew past the sun and how it hurt to look for too long. Feel like Solas looked at her and she was so bright and a unique spirit to see now due to how corrupted spirits could become and how the world was full of corruption and pain. Yet she still survived and was a beacon of light and hope. Hope to him especially.

Then, I think of how he left her. Leaving her was definitely a Choice™️ and feels dumb….but when I look at it in Solas POV I do understand a little bit. He is full of guilt and remorse and he knows he cannot love Lavellan to his full potential as long as he feels that way. He will focus on that guilt and regret and he can’t do that to her. She loves him, but she doesn’t know the Full sides of him, and it hurts. He loves her so much that he can’t lead her on. So he tries to tell her, but he can’t. He’s overwhelmed with fear and she doesn’t know about his past until he literally CANT hide it from her anymore. I think breaking up was sad and painful but it was considerate when you look at it from Solas. He wanted to protect her, and he believed leaving was the best option, and maybe it was. It’s sad it happened, but he at least thought of her in the moment, in my head anyways.

And then the FLYCAM SCENE OF HIM LEAVING DAI AND HOW HE TURNED AROUND ONE! LAST! TIME! TO LOOK AT LAVELLAN!!! Crazy guy. This asshole (affectionate).

And then Trespasser comes. It is an asshole move that he let Lavellan suffer the anchor for his plans, but if I’m right; he could’ve just let her die. But he saved her (and friend and rival inky but you get what I mean) and actually admits the past. The small “thank you” when Lavellan says she didn’t think he was capable of that is PAINFUL! STABBING ME IN THE HEART!!!! MURDERING ME!!!! Regardless, he told her the truth finally, saved her from Qunari spies and a whole war plot, and saved her life from the anchor. Plus, I think about how they first meeting Trespasser and how this MAN. THIS MAN THAT HAS THE POWER OF A GOD!

Takes a step back and hangs his head whenever she steps forward and yells at him.

HE STEPS BACK?!?!! Tell me you’re ashamed of how you left your GF and still love her and are terrified of her anger without telling me.

Her touch would destroy him!! A MAN WITH GOD POWERS!!! A MAN THAT DID A MIND BLAST THE SIZE OF A BOMB. And then the quiet “my love”!!!! And “I wish it could, Vhenan,” AND “I will never forget you,” AAAAAH. THIS MAN LIVES FOREVER!!! BUT HE WILL NEVER FORGET HER AND WILL LOVE HER FOREVER!!!! And then he still wants to be wrong. Well, he doesn’t but he does. He would treasure the chance to be wrong once again. IM CRAZY ABOUT HIM!!!

Anyways, now we’re talking about The Dreams. I’ve read fanfics/posts on tumblrs saying that they believe Solas, the first time at least, entering Lavellan’s dreams was an accident. I can totally see that…..however I see it as on purpose. This man was so in love that I cannot see him truly cutting her off all the way. He needs to at least see her, even if it’s in dreams. They used to be in the Fade together so many times until he ended it, so it’s so…natural to see her in dreams. He can’t sleep without seeing her and knowing she’s okay.

And from my understanding this most likely means Solas timed his sleep/meditating time with Lavellan’s sleep schedule. I could be wrong but when entering the Fade, you gotta be asleep or doing something with your mind and how could Solas do that simply awake? He couldn’t. He had to know when she was asleep!!! He knew her schedule and prayed it hadn’t changed AND IT DIDN’T! He remembered her schedule and met her in dreams…..but would leave when she tried to touch him because if she did it would just hurt more. I’m going fucking crazy.

This man is FULL of LONGING and LOVE and PAIN and OVERWHELMING EMOTIONS BECAUSE HE WAS A SPIRIT!!! AND NOW HE’S A PERSON!! AAAAAAH!!!!!

Anyways: now onto DATV. I find it funny when Rook mentions Lavellan and Solas is just “uh…she is a good woman,” and then smiles when Rook asks if he regrets loving her and he’s basically like “absolutely NOT”. He has countless regrets, yet he has come to cherish her more than his victories. His battles he won? They couldn’t compare to the love he got from her. To the love they shared. It couldn’t compare……

And god….the reunion at the end. I think we can all agree that the sound and music people went HARD on this scene. The CHOIR SWELLING WHEN LAVELLAN SHOWS UP??? Now that’s dramatic and totally what I was craving. But anyways the way Solas literally lowers the dagger and looks at Lavellan, and even turns his body completely to her! His eyebrows tilt up, his mouth is slightly open with shock, and his dagger is lowered as he whispers, “Vhenan…”. It almost feels like he couldn’t say it louder. And tbf he probably couldn’t given he just got the shit beat and BIT out of him LMAO.

But anyways he’s vulnerable in this moment. I believe if they wanted to kill him, this would’ve been the moment to do so. Lavellan was the perfect distraction, even if she wasn’t used that way. She still was. He gives her his attention in an INSTANT, and he can’t believe she’s there. And the “I forgive you!” line has to have hit him DEEP. Most likely no one has said that to him, so it’s just a lot when she says it out of everyone. And then finally being set free from Mythal (fuck that bitch) and having LAVELLAN lean down and whisper her love to him—one that never died or dwindled—and he sobs. It’s a breaking point.

And then the kiss and hand holding. I’ve seen the flycam of Solas holding onto her hand with BOTH of his hands. He missed his wife….and doesn’t want to let her go. But the BIGGEST act of love (well maybe 2nd biggest) is the final moment of leaving. He doesn’t turn to look at her or beckon her after she said she’d join him. He tells Rook thanks and then walks ahead….without looking at Lavellan. He doesn’t want to guilt her into following him down this path. It is her choice and she follows willingly.

He even WARNS HER!!!! He is Wisdom and wants her to know the truth of this path, to know it will be hard and terrible, BUT IT WONT BE AS LONG AS THEY’RE TOGETHER!!! He doesn’t look at her because he didn’t want to give orders. But she goes anyways. She places a hand on his shoulder, most likely very gently given his state, and then they disappear forever. They go into the Fade together, both changed yet still in love.

To me, Solas telling Lavellan she doesn’t have to go and warning her is a big sign of his love once again. He wants the best for her and KNOWS she’s suffered through these years—partly his fault—and doesn’t want her to any longer. He wants her to live happily, but she can’t without him. Still, he warns her, doesn’t ask or command her to follow him. He didn’t want to give orders. It’s like the saying of if you really love someone you’ll let them go or something and it fits Solas. He was willing to let her go if she wanted and would go into eternity alone. BUT SHE WOULDN’T LET HIM!! AND NOW THEY CAN LIVE FOREVER!!!!!

And now….Papae Solas…..Solas would be SUCH a good dad. He’s definitely freaking out and panicking and all that, but he would love his children so fucking hard. He’s holding such a small being, one that relies on him for love and care, and WISDOM!’ THEY NEED TO LEARN!!! There’s no way he ain’t there teaching them fucking math or how to answer the questions of life when they can only babble back and he takes it so serious. He’s like “yeah why didn’t I think about that?” WHEN ITS JUST BABBLES!!!!

That motherfucker will DRAW them!!! Draw a family portrait, draw Lavellan holding the baby, draw HIMM HOLDING THE BABY!! Everytime they change—like height or stage of life—he paints them. He’s such a good dad. He would never abandon this small creature that needs his guidance. He would definitely SOB when his kid calls him “Papae” OKAY? DEFINITELY. He cries when he sees Lavellan sing and rock them to sleep, and is just emotional!!!! He helps Lavellan when she’s sleep deprived and is so Tired and he’s like “baby let me get the baby it’s okay. You sleep💙” and she trusts him so much and it’s OKAYYYT!! THEYRE A TEAM IN THIS!!! They’re both learning from each other in this. Solas holds the babe the first time and needs instructions and Lavellan guides him with a gentle voice.

If that baby cries in his arms he will definitely cry as well LMAO. But he’ll eventually learn it’s just what babies do. They cry a lot. He’ll learn to be a parent, how to raise something so small into an adult, and genuinely give them allllll of his love. That man would not be an absent father. He would be the most PRESENT father! He would be the dad that steps up for everything.

All in all……

Solas in a nutshell when it comes to Lavellan:

His agents most definitely made fun of him whenever he went to meditate and they caught a glimpse of the Inquisition throne. Anyways, hope you enjoyed :)))). I love Solas sm. Can forever and ever talk about him.

[thelov3lybookworm]

Love's Bullshit.

Summary: maybe love wasnt bullshit after all.

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Word Count: 5225

Warnings: a tinyyy tiny bit of angst, pining, unrequited feeling but requited in the end, sad rhysie poo healing but we dont really get into that. uh i think thats it? let me knowif theres more i need to add <3

A/n: let me tell yall, when i wrote this i think i had watched some pasta videos and helped my mum clean up some green veggies lmaoo, so Y/n's thoughts are just me yapping lol.

rhys would be happy i finally wrote something fluffy for him lmao

I LOVED WRITING TIS SM OML I HOPE YALL LOVE READING IT AKFJHDFH

(im sorry im back to my p.s bs again cus thank you to my wifey for, again, helping me plan this fic out and also this fic is again based on an indian song 😭)

anyways, enjoyyy🥹🤭

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It had almost become a ritual, standing around the coffee machine and waiting to grab the two cups of coffee.

It was a ritual, stalking back to the office with two cups of steaming coffee in her hand.

It was a ritual, trying her best not to blush when her boss smiled at her, his fingers brushing hers as he took his black coffee from her hands, a soft thank you slipping past his lips, his attention already focused on the screen of his laptop.

Y/n did not know how she hadn’t yet told him she loved him, but whatever force held those words captive in her chest, she thanked it every day.

Today was no different as she made her way into the elevator, nodding to the others who filed in after her with a small smile. Silence filled her ears, only broken by the ding of the elevator doors as it opened to let a couple of employees out onto the second floor. Y/n leaned back, sighing as the doors dragged close again, her head resting against the shiny metal as her eyes fixed themselves on the little panel above the door.

5.

7.

10.

13.

15.

25.

Ding.

Y/n walked out, subconsciously searching for that familiar figure of her boss. The final floor of the building had been turned into a huge office for the CEO and the owner and his two best friends who helped manage the place, so it was not hard to find him, standing hunched over the huge mahogany desk as he scribbled something in a file.

She moved forward, lips stretching to accommodate the smile that spread on her lips without permission.

"Good evening, sir."

His head rose, the black rimmed glasses perched on his nose caching in the light. "Good evening, Y/n." His violet eyes tracked her movements, an easy smile on that full mouth.

He turned around the moment she set his coffee on his desk, attention already flitting away to focus on more important things.

It irritated Y/n to no end that he would not even try to talk to her- or anyone, really- unless it was related to work.

"Uh, have a good day, sir."

He nodded, and Y/n took that as her que to leave. She walked towards the desk that Y/n occupied. Being the CEO’s secretary, he wanted her close by in case he needed anything. Thankfully, the two managers were too busy with their own work to look at the blush that covered Y/n.

Time flew by as she settled down again, forcing herself to stop thinking about how those eyes would shine from up close, and started typing away in her laptop, her surroundings fading into nothing.

The next time Y/n stood to stretch her back, it was already dark outside the huge glass walls, and she leaned back, her back curving before it finally popped. The other two men that worked on the top floor, Cassian and Azriel, had already left half an hour ago, after bidding Y/n and Rhysand goodbye.

Relieved breath escaping her lips, she turned to find herself alone with Rhysand, who now sat with his back straight. So straight that Y/n was concerned that it would hurt him.

Something was wrong.

Before she could inquire, the elevator doors slid open, and the loud clicking of stilettos filled the silent atmosphere.

She’s beautiful.

That was Y/n’s first thought.

Long, straight light brown hair, almost bordering blond, the woman stalked straight up to the rich dark wooden desk, ire blazing in her eyes, anger seeping from every pore in her body.

Y/n should have left, she knew she should have.

But she didn’t, even knowing she would regret not leaving when everything seemed fine.

Rhys, eyes wide, stumbled to his feet.

Y/n had never seen that man ever stumble.

"Did I not tell you to stay away from me?"

His mouth parted, and Y/n watched with bated breath to see what would happen.

"Hello to you too, Feyre d-"

"Call off your stalker."

Fingers of ice skated down Y/n’s spine. Stalker?

His eyes hardened, jaw clenched. "He isn’t a stalker."

The woman let out an incredulous laugh. "Oh? Then what is he?"

"He’s there to protect you-"

"And what is he protecting me from? The trees in my backyard?"

Y/n swallowed, eyes flitting away. The elevator was near her, but it would draw attention. But it was definitely better than standing and watching the two like a creep.

"Feyre…" It was dark, but Y/n knew that Rhys glanced at her frozen form. "Let’s talk somewhere else, please. You’re making a scene-"

"No. I’m not going anywhere with you."

He released a frustrated breath, and Y/n finally got herself moving.

She grabbed her purse and hurried towards the elevator, hoping he did not think that she was judging him. Even as hard as she tried to be quiet, her heels clicked, and she froze, panic seizing every muscle in her body as she felt his eyes on her.

Swallowing, she hit the button on the silver panel, and the doors slid open, thankfully revealing that the elevator was still on their floor. As soon as she walked in, she hit the button to close the doors continuously, then pressed the button to the ground floor.

Idly she watched herself in the glass in the back of the elevator, her eyes travelling over her own figure.

Hmm. Pretty, but not as much as that lady.

It was clear that Rhys and she had something together. If not now, then before. And with the way Rhysand’s eyes had lit up with love but also sadness, she knew it was romantic.

Eh. Never really stood a chance anyway.

The elevator finally stopped moving, and Y/n walked out to greet a few lingering employees, who smiled and nodded at her. She smiled too, her mind already wandering to what she would eat for dinner. Maybe she could just get takeout-

She couldn’t.

Ugh.

She groaned as she remembered that her car had broken down the day before, and she’d had it towed to a mechanic shop, who had taken one look at the old, run down vehicle and said it would take them at the very least one week to fix.

Uber it is.

As she walked towards the exit, Y/n shoved her hand into her purse to grab her phone, but everything that came into her hand was not in the shape of that specific piece of rectangle.

Please. I don’t want to go up there again.

Pausing a few feet away from the automatic sliding doors, she peered into the little black purse, and sure enough, she could not see her phone.

Great. Just what I needed.

It didn’t have to be a big deal, Y/n told herself. She would just run up through the stairs, quietly grab her phone and leave.

Sure, you’ve got the energy and bones to run up twenty five floors.

Maybe she could just ask someone else to order a cab for her and she could just take her phone tomorrow-

It was Saturday tomorrow. No office.

Sighing, Y/n turned back, only to find the elevator doors opening and the same clicking of stilettos that had heralded the arrival of that pretty lady. And sure enough, when Y/n looked up from her purse while still cursing her own existence, the woman was walking towards her.

Y/n watched in awe as she stalked past her and out the automatic doors without sparing the countless onlookers a single glance, as if they all were a mere insect and she the god.

If Y/n was being honest, she envied her confidence while also respecting her for it. Y/n could only wish she was that good at being self assured to not trip and faceplant in front of everyone.

Y/n watched till the lady got into the back of a shiny white Audi and drove away, and only then did Y/n remember why she was still in the building.

She hurried into the elevator, her impatience mounting everytime it stopped on different floors for people to get on and off, but by the time she reached the top floor, she was all alone in that metal box. Her heart beating in her throat, she tried to walk as quietly to her desk as she could and snatched off the little device that lay beside her office laptop.

"Y/n?"

She had just turned around to sneak back to the elevator, trying not to look at the silhouette of her boss who stood gazing outside the floor to ceiling glass windows when he called. The low timbre of his voice made her freeze midstep, then glance at him as she brought her lifted leg to rest next to her other one.

"Yes, sir?"

He said nothing for a moment, and Y/n looked around, unsure of what to do. Just as her eyes came to rest on the elevator, it left to go down.

Y/n eyed the metal doors with disappointment when Rhysand asked her to come stand next to him.

She obeyed quietly, the only sound in the silent office that of her of her heels clicking on the marble floors.

He remained quiet when she stopped next to him, his dark blue eyes that bordered on looking like violet under a certain angle of light fixed on the glittering city beneath. Y/n too turned to gaze out of the huge windows when he refused to let his attention move.

It was beautiful, the city. Tall buildings lit up with lights on the inside, their glass reflecting light coming off of large billboards, the red and white lights from cars speeding by blurring together in a beautiful scenery of night, complemented by the full moon that hung amidst a sea of stars.

"It’s beautiful, isn’t it?"

Y/n blinked, coming out of her reverie and taking note of her surroundings again before replying. "Yeah, it is."

He sighed after a moment, glancing at her. "Have you ever been in love, Y/n? Do you believe in it?"

Y/n glanced at him, taken aback by his question.

"I- I guess so. I am currently in love, if it matters."

He nodded, his lips tilted up slightly at the corners.

"Does he know?"

"He… no. And I don’t think I will tell him." A pause, then- "what about you? Do you believe in it?"

"No. Not anymore. It’s bullshit and all it does is hurt people."

"Oh…" Y/n mumbled, not knowing how to respond to that.

He glanced at her uncertainly, then dropped the topic.

"You must have questions."

Y/n met his eyes that glittered like sapphires in the darkened office, then shook her head. "I don’t think I should have questions, and even if I did, I won’t ask them. You have a right to keep your private life private."

He nodded, his eyes unwavering. Y/n could not for the life of her figure out what he was thinking, so instead she focused on her own faint reflection on his black rimmed glasses.

Is there something in my teeth?

He took in a deep breath, looking away.

Nah, there’s nothing. Thank god.

"What did you come back for?"

Y/n blinked, then perked up. "Oh, my phone." She lifted the thing and waved it. "I thought I’d leave it and collect it on Monday, but then I had to order a cab, so-"

"Cab? Why? What happened to your car?"

"Ah, it broke down yesterday. It’s at the mechanic’s. It will take at the very least a week to get fixed, so." She shrugged.

"Well, if that’s the case, let me drop you off."

Y/n’s eyes widened, and she shook her head as if trying to dislodge his offer. "No, sir, please. I can go by myself-"

"Never said you couldn’t." he mumbled, a hint of a smile on his face as he began collecting his phone and keys from the drawer under his desk, rummaging around for whatever it was he needed before straightening.

"Sir-"

"Come."

With that, he began stalking to the elevator, leaving Y/n no choice but to hurry after him.

He ignored all her protests and didn’t even let her get off on the ground floor when she decided that she was going to get a cab nonetheless, and grabbed her hand to force her to stay still.

Of course, the moment his skin touched hers, she froze and then quietly followed him to his black Mercedes in the underground parking.

The ride to her home was mostly silent, the quiet only broken by his deep voice asking for directions and her mumbling when to turn.

If Y/n was being honest, she did not know what to do with herself. She was in a car with her boss who she was in love with, the one who she’d just witnessed get accused of stalking his lover- ex?- and then he was ready to answer her questions about his private life and-

She knew her mind was going into overdrive.

Calm down. He'd think I’m a weirdo.

And him thinking she was a weirdo will just not do-

He probably already thinks I am a weirdo.

Y/n sighed quietly, then told him to stop under the apartment her parents had left her. It was one of the finer things in her life.

"Thank you for dropping me off sir, you really didn’t have to do that." With that and a word of goodbye from Rhysand, Y/n turned to step out of the luxurious vehicle, then stopped.

She did not have time to debate whether offering him to follow her would be a good idea because the damning words were already spilling out of her lips.

"Would you like to stay for dinner sir? Let me cook you something as a thank you."

He smiled, then nodded and asked her where he could park. She directed him to her usual parking spot because her car was not occupying the space.

She cooked her special pasta that night. It was something that her friends always begged her to make whenever they were over and it was also very easy and quick to throw together.

The two of them made friendly conversation throughout the time he stayed over, with the night ending with Rhys asking her to be a part of their friend group that included him, Azriel, Cassian and Rhysand’s cousin.

As surprising as it was, Y/n shyly agreed, considering she hated socialising as much as she hated mushy vegetables.

"Perfect." Rhysand grinned as he stood at the door, ready to leave. "I’ll text you the address for the dinner next week. I can’t wait for you to  be a part of us."

With that, he left Y/n to herself and her thoughts.

That night, she fell asleep thinking about Rhysand.

She knew she could never have him romantically, and that was okay.

As long as she became friends with him, it was all that mattered.

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Y/n stood, watching the horizon twinkle with golden lights and hints of colour, their reflection in the river between hypnotising.

In the past months, Y/n had gotten closer to Rhys and his friends. They almost were the family she never had, the sibling-like bond they shared cherished beyond expectations.

Somewhere along the two months, Y/n had stopped focusing too much on how much she wanted to be with Rhysand, and yet, she knew she began to fall for him even more than she already had. Worse still, she now had more time to focus on all his little habits and quirks now that she hung out with him outside of office hours.

"Y/n. I think you need to get over whoever that asshole is, you know."

Y/n blinked, turning to face Rhys as he came to stand against the railing next to her.

"What?"

"You know, it’s been a long time since you told me about him. And if you’re still not dating, then I think you need to either tell him or forget him."

Y/n sighed. "It’s not that I don’t want to tell him. I know he would never love me back."

He nodded solemnly. "You said it yourself then. He would never love you. You might as well find someone new to love."

When Y/n rolled her eyes and turned back to stare into the dark waters, he tried again. "At least tell me who this love interest of yours is. Maybe I can knock some sense into him- or her, if you’re into that. I’m tired of seeing you be painfully single."

Y/n shook her head with a rueful smile, wondering what his reaction would be if she actually told him who this ‘love interest’ was.

Since Rhys had asked Y/n to be a part of the friend group, he had managed to get out a confession from Y/n about this ‘mysterious daddy of yours’. His own words, not hers.

He would try to find out who this guy was, he was adamant even, but every time Y/n would manage to escape without revealing who she was head over heels for. She had a relationship with Rhysand that was very precious to her, and she was not interested in jeopardising that.

It was better to just go on a date if it meant he would stop trying to get her to confess.

"Alright. I’ll go on a date."

Y/n could see him perk up. "Really? Let’s find you a guy. It will be so fun."

Y/n offered him a smile before he slipped away, then let the smile drop.

Having grown up without a real friend due to her social anxiety, Y/n cherished the friendship she and Rhys shared.

Initially, she had thought that becoming friends with him would be the best thing to ever happen to her. And it was, but it was also one of the most hurtful things she had gone through.

Being able to talk to him whenever she wanted to, being able to do everything she had ever wanted to do with him, yet not being able to love him the way she truly wanted was a curse in itself.

Sighing, Y/n told herself to stop thinking too much and walked away.

The next two days went by uneventfully, but then the third day, of course, Rhysand had to disrupt Y/n’s peace as she tapped away on her laptop, Cassian hot on his heels.

Those grins on their faces never meant good.

She raised a brow at them, eyeing Cass as he climbed on her table and settled down, pushing away the files in his way.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, actually." Cass giggled before a word could escape Rhys’s mouth. Rhysand brows rose. "What do you think I should do for Nesta on her birthday?"

Y/n blinked, then leaned back in her seat, scratching her head. "Hmm. She likes to read, right? There’s a new book store that opened recently, it's very big and beautiful. She would love to go there. Make a day out of it. Take her there, then maybe a coffee date and movies-"

Rhys cleared his throat with a pointed glare at a very serious Cassian, who nodded at every word out of Y/n’s mouth and pulled out his phone to note down what to do. "We were here for another thing. Remember?"

Cassia grinned sheepishly and nodded, putting away his phone.

Rhys turned back to Y/n then. "You know, I recently got in contact with an old acquaintance from college." Y/n waited for him to drop the bomb on her, because there was no way he looked so serious just because he wanted to tell her that.

"I set you up on a date with him."

Y/n was rendered speechless. She did not know what to do, what to think. It was like even her mind had stopped working.

Just amazing. This is perfect. The man I love is acting like a wingman. What more could I have asked for?

When she remained silent, Cass and Rhys exchanged an uncertain glance.

"Uh, he’s well off, he’s good looking. He drives a BMW I believe, and-"

"Hmm. Just let me know the time and address."

Rhys blinked at Y/n, surely taken aback by the lack of emotion in her monotone voice. "I- okay yeah but-"

Just then, her phone rang. It was the receptionist. Y/n smiled, thanking every being she could think of for this distraction. She had plans of lunch with the girl who was like a friend too, and so it gave her the perfect escape.

But as she excused herself and all three friends went their separate ways, she could not help but feel someone's gaze on her. And sure enough, as she turned after entering the elevator, she found Rhys studying her, his gaze intense as it met hers.

But the eye contact was cut short as the doors slid closed, and Y/n sighed, blinking away the prickling in her eyes.

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She did not want to get dressed, but she also did want Rhys to stop bothering her about her love life, and so she had pulled out her favourite dress from the back of her closet and put it on after taking a shower.

She had just finished putting on some mascara and blush when the doorbell rang, and Y/n paused, staring at herself for a moment before deeming that enough makeup and standing, making her way out of her room. Surprisingly, at her door stood a grinning Rhys.

Y/n was taken aback. He hadn’t informed her of his arrival.

"Hey Rhys, what are you doing here?"

"Why? Are you not happy to see me?"

Y/n rolled her eyes, turning away to go to the kitchen, leaving him to close the door.

She grabbed a glass and filled it with water, then handed it to him when he followed her into the kitchen. She then turned and leaned against the counter, crossing her arms across her chest.

"So. What brings you here?"

He put away the glass after drinking half of the liquid inside, raising his eyebrows playfully.

"What, I can’t come to see my friend without a reason?"

Y/n just watched him, not buying his lies. When he refused to speak more, she sighed. "Rhys, we both know I am not believing the shit you’re spewing right now, so just tell me why you’re here."

He exhaled, leaning his hip against the counter opposite Y/n. "I just wanted to check up on you. You didn’t seem too excited to go on this date."

Y/n unfolded her arms, looking away from his concerned gaze perusing her form. "How can I be happy about going on a date with someone who’s not the man I love?"

"Then tell me who he is Y/n, I could set you up on a date with him." Gone was the friendly warmth he usually talked to her with.

"I can’t Rhysand."

"Why not?!"

"I just- I just can’t, okay? And anyways, I’m trying to move on."

"Who is he?"

"Maybe today I will go meet that friend of yours-"

"Who is he?"

"-and fall in love and I’ll forget him-"

"Tell me who he is-"

"I can’t."

"Why not?"

"You want to know who he is that badly? It’s you, Rhys! It’s you."

His eyes widened, his lips parting as he stared at her. "You- what?"

Y/n refused to look away from him, cursing herself for shedding that one traitorous tear. But then she turned away. "I’m running late. He must be waiting for me."

With that, she walked out the door, ignoring his calls of her name.

Love really was bullshit. It just hurts people.

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The two hours she spent with George- Greg? Gregory?- went by too fast. She did not even remember what he said. She could not stop thinking about Rhys and how she had confessed to him before coming to meet with the homo sapien in front of her.

He wanted to talk about himself, which Y/n did not mind one bit because she could not for the life of her listen. He was happy to yap and did not realise Y/n was zoned out the whole time he sang praises of himself, and was all too happy when Y/n paid for herself and then bid him goodbye, his eyes already fixed on a blonde across the restaurant.

Y/n did not want to go home yet, not knowing whether he left or not, so she decided to go sit at a beach near her home. It was empty at this time, most people either at home or out partying. It was a Saturday night after all.

Y/n felt like she had control over nothing. Since the day prior, all she could think of was how she wished she was prettier and had a chance to be with Rhys. She loved herself and her appearance, of course, but she could admit, she was nothing compared to that lady who had stormed into the office that day, telling Rhys to call off the stalker.

Y/n had never had any hope from the beginning. She had known that her feelings could not be anything but a crush, even if she wanted them to be more. Rhys was simply too good for her, and she was not above accepting that. She might have been delusional, but she wasn’t delusional enough to think he could ever return her feelings.

"I was waiting for you."

Y/n froze, suddenly aware of the sand grains between her toes, her heels discarded next to her, knees pulled up to her chest.

She did not respond, simply because she did not know how to. Now that she had been pulled out of her thoughts, she could hear him walking towards her, his steps cushioned by the shifting sand.

She decided to focus on the wind in her hair, on the soft, soothing melody of the water.

He settled down next to her, and she could not help but notice that he sat a little too close to be casual and friendly.

He said nothing for a long moment, and Y/n decided that in this moment, she could pretend to be his. She could pretend that he was hers and that they were madly in love. That he did not track her down here somehow and that the two of them were simply having a date night out.

"Her name is Feyre."

Y/n glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, unsure what he was talking about.

"She’s Nesta’s sister. That was how Nesta met Cassian, to be honest. She and I had been dating since we were in college."

It clicked for Y/n then, who he was talking about.

Tall, pretty, gorgeous hair and eyes. On top of that, a pretty name too? A jackpot, honestly.

As soon as that thought occurred to her, Y/n willed herself to stop thinking and just listen to the storytime by grandma Rhys.

Grandma Rhys??

All that was left was a rocking chair and some knitting needles and yarn.

He’d rock that fit too.

"She and Nesta… they grew up in conditions that were less than livable. Their father had lost his business and traumatised by the losses, he started staying home. Feyre had to work to keep the family going. She got to go to college because of scholarships."

Instantly, Y/n wished she could just give the lady a hug. But instead, she laid her head on her raised knees, turning her head to watch Rhys as he spoke.

"I had grown up in a filthy rich family, getting everything I wanted at my beck and call. Back then, I was smitten. Knowing what she had gone through, I wanted to provide for her. I took over my father’s businesses, began my own. Just so I could give her the lifestyle she deserved.

"While I was busy trying to get her to stop working… She wanted to provide for herself. It gave her a sense of independence, I understand that now. Having to depend on others before made her want to have freedom, and me trying to get her to stay at home made her feel suffocated. It led to a lot of arguments, more than was healthy. It upsetted me. I always wondered why she did not want to rule the empire I brought to her feet."

Y/n blinked, wondering what she would have done in that situation. Would she also have left Rhys?

"Eventually, she left me. Yet I could not bring myself to let go of her, always concerned about her safety for some reason. That’s when she came to the office, remember?"

Y/n did. A little too well.

But still, her heart hurt for him and her. She understood both sides, and she wished the two had just communicated better. Y/n knew they had loved each other a lot, it was clearly visible on their faces. At least on RHys’s. And from the way Rhys talked about her, Y/n could not help but like her too. She sounded like a nice person, someone deserving of someone as awesome as Rhys.

Even if that would have made Y/n’s chances of being with Rhys zero, she wished they had stayed and worked through their problems together.

He sighed, then turned his head to look at Y/n. "Do you know why I’m telling you this?"

Y/n shook her head, lifting it from her knees, trying to crack the tiny cramp.

He smiled. "I… while you were on that date, I sat and thought about it. Maybe it’s time for me to move on too. And now that I’ve acknowledged stuff I was too scared to before, I think I am ready."

His eyes held something so soft, so vulnerable as he gazed into Y/n’s eyes.

"Look, I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a complete creep and like an asshole, but I’m hoping you won’t judge me, but it’s fine if you’ve changed your mind and-"

"Just say it Rhys." Y/n laughed, already feeling like she knew where this was going.

He sighed. "I… do you want to go on a date with me?"

Y/n grinned. Flustered Rhys was something to cherish. "Sure, why not."

He perked up. "Really?"

She nodded. "As long as you actually want this and I’m not a replacement for Feyre-"

"You’re not, I swear! I’ve been feeling different towards you for some time now, I promise-"

"I believe you."

He blinked. "Really?"

Y/n nodded, and he relaxed, resting his head on her shoulder.

"This was easier than I thought it would be."

Y/n giggled.

It really was easier than expected.

Maybe love wasn’t bullshit after all.

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SCARED [SJY]

Summary: You and Jake had an arranged marriage. There was always an tension between you two, but neither of you ever took a step forward. You watched a horror movie one night and went to sleep, but when you couldn't sleep you went to Jake's. And the tension between you finally dissolved.

Word count: 8.3k (sorry 😊)

warnings: dom!jake, sub!yn, unprotected sex (guys... no!), spanking, dirty talk, p in v, rough sex, lapping, (let me know if there's any more!)

Minors DONT READ!

English is NOT my first language 🥹

Jake is ALWAYS had a big effect on me! He is my biaswrecker. AND this bitch knows he is HANDSOME !!!!!

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You cursed yourself for putting on that horror movie earlier. You thought it’d be harmless, maybe even a little fun. But now, lying in bed, every creak had you glancing nervously at the door. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will yourself to sleep, but your instincts told you to check. Slowly, you opened one of your eyes and scanned the room, your gaze catching on a tall shadow in the corner. Enough was enough. You flew out of bed, bolting from that cursed room. But where could you even go? Downstairs? No way. That was a death sentence.The realization struck you with reluctant clarity: you had a husband. You cringed. The last thing you wanted was to wake your so-called husband, looking like a sweaty mess, practically begging for company. That would only feed his ego, allowing him to look down on you, the proud husband witnessing the spectacle of his frail wife. But hey, better a bruised ego than a heart attack...You stumbled into his room, slamming the door behind you and leaning against it, gasping for air. Jake, who was sitting at his desk in the soft glow of a desk lamp, didn’t look up immediately. Paperwork was scattered around him, his wedding ring gleamed faintly as he turned another page. He glanced up at you, his gaze steady and unreadable. For a long moment, he didn’t say a word, just looked at you in that assessing way that always made you uncomfortable. Finally, he arched a brow, leaning back slightly in his chair. “To what do I owe this unexpected visit?” he asked, resting his pen on the papers.You could feel your cheeks heat up under his cool gaze. “I thought I...heard something.” you mumbled, barely able to meet his eyes.“You thought you heard something.” he repeated, with a flicker of disbelief in eyes, though his expression remained unreadable. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he looked you over with amusement. “And that requires barging into my room at…” He glanced briefly at the clock. “…half-past midnight?”

Jake let out a soft sigh, his mask of composure slipping a little. He leaned back in his chair and studied you, his gaze sharp. "You look a mess," he observed, his voice cool. "Sweaty and terrified. What did you think you heard?"You resisted the urge to fidget, feeling exposed under his scrutiny. "I..." You hesitated, torn between your pride and the fear that gnawed at the edges of your mind. "I thought I heard footsteps." He raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in his eyes. "Footsteps? In our house?"

Jake pushed his chair back, standing up slowly as he approached you. He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze never leaving yours. "Do you really think there's someone lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce on you?" There was a faint hint of mockery in his voice, like he was indulging you in a nonsensical fear. Your cheeks burned red with embarrassment. You were painfully aware of how ridiculous you might look, standing in his room, frightened by a mere rustling in the dark. "I know it sounds silly," you muttered, looking anywhere but at him. "It's just... the movie I watched earlier. It's messing with my head."

He made a soft sound, something between a scoff and a snort. "A horror movie, eh? How quaint." He reached up and ran a hand through his hair, the movement causing his shirt to pull taut across his chest. "And let me guess, you think barging into my room is the solution to your little nightmare-fuel predicament. "You bristled at his tone, your pride rearing its head. "I didn't have anywhere else to go, okay?!" you snapped, folding your arms over your chest defiantly. "This is our house, and you're my..." you trailed off, the word ‘husband’ lingering on the tip of your tongue. His gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing as he studied you. "Your..." He echoed, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "...husband. Yes, I suppose I am." He took a step closer to you, the space between you suddenly feeling far too small. "But let's be clear, my role as your 'husband' doesn't include playing the part of the knight swooping in to save you from your irrational fears."

Your jaw tightened, anger and embarrassment warring within you. You'd rather suffer another night terror than admit your weakness to him, even if it meant enduring his sarcastic remarks. "I didn't ask you to save me," you retorted, bristling at his condescension. He chuckled at your defiance, the sound sending an irritating thrill down your spine. "Oh, of course you didn't. You just decided to stumble into my room in the middle of the night for the pure joy of it." Your fists clenched at your sides, the temptation to storm out of there growing by the second. But some stubborn part of you refused to give him the satisfaction of a hasty retreat. "That's not what I meant," you bit out through clenched teeth. "I just... couldn't go back to my room, alright? And I thought... given our 'situation'... that perhaps I could find..." You trailed off again, the words sticking in your throat.

Jake tilted his head slightly, studying you with a shrewd gaze. He took another step closer, his proximity making your heart flutter in your chest. "Go on, finish your sentence," he murmured, his voice low and dangerously soft. You met his gaze defiantly, refusing to yield to the storm of emotions surging through you. "I thought I could find some...comfort," the words came out in a rush, the admittance making you feel vulnerable and exposed. Jake's eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and amusement. "Comfort," he repeated, the edge of mockery now replaced with a smirk. He was enjoying this, enjoying seeing you vulnerable and off-balance. You felt a sharp pang of irritation, your pride bruised by his gloating. Your chin lifted in defiance, your eyes darkening. "And what's so amusing about that?" you demanded, your voice firm despite the flutter of uncertainty in your chest.

His smirk widened into a lopsided grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, sweetheart," he drawled, leaning closer, the faint scent of his cologne swirling around you, "it's just that I never pegged you for the kind of person who seeks comfort from their 'husband' in the middle of the night."

"Don't call me ‘sweetheart’," you snapped, your face burning at his condescending tone. The proximity was making it difficult to think straight. You could feel your resolve crumbling, the need for reassurance warring with your pride."Oh, I forgot," he drawled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You prefer 'darling,' right?" His eyes gleamed, amused by your flustered reaction.

"I prefer nothing from you," you retorted, trying to keep your voice steady. The way he was watching you, the proximity of his body to yours, was disorienting you. You were teetering on the edge of a very dangerous precipice."Is that so?" He chuckled, a sound that echoed through the room like a challenge. He stepped even closer, so close now that you could feel the heat emanating from his body. "Yet here you are, in my room, after barging in under the pretense of needing 'comfort'. Seems a little contradictory, don't you think?"

You hated how he could always push your buttons, how he relished in teasing you. "I..I just..." You tried to gather your thoughts, but the words kept eluding you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, a mix of frustration and something more primal. His proximity was making it hard to think straight.

"Just what? Couldn't stand the thought of being alone in your scared little room?" he taunted, his smirk transforming into a wolfish grin. "Hiding under the sheets with the nightlight on, terrified of the monsters in the closet?"Your cheeks flushed furiously, humiliation washing over you. This was exactly what you had wanted to avoid—being mocked like a scared little girl too weak to face her fears. "I'm not scared," you protested, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to keep it steady. "And I wasn't hiding under the sheets, you condescending jerk."

He chuckled, a sound that sent a confusing shiver down your spine. "Oh, really? You barge into my room in the middle of the night, claiming you heard something in your room, and you expect me to believe you're not scared?" He took another step closer, his chest almost brushing against yours now. "Don't play coy with me, darling." The nickname 'darling' was like salt on a wound, the condescension behind it making your blood boil. "I don't need you to believe me," you retorted, refusing to back down. "And stop calling me that, I'm not your darling!"

"Aren't you?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. His eyes glimmered with a dangerous flicker of mischief. "You're in my bedroom, in the middle of the night, seeking comfort from me. Sounds like a rather darling thing to do, wouldn't you say?"

"I..." You were flustered now, the way he was looking at you sending a confusing flutter to your stomach. The mix of condescension and something... more in his eyes was driving you crazy. The heat from his body was all around you. "I just wanted to feel safe, alright? And I thought being with you would make me..." You couldn't bring yourself to say the word.He raised a brow, the sly grin widening on his face. "You thought being with me would make you...?" He echoed, leaning in closer, his breath warm on your face. The moment hung heavily between the two of you, the air charged with something almost electric. The proximity was intoxicating, his body so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your flushed skin. You found yourself torn, caught between the desire to push him way, to protect your pride, and the unexpected need to lean into him, to let him envelop you completely. You could no longer tell if it was fear or something deeper making your heart pound.He studied you for a moment, his gaze intense, his smirk fading into something more serious. "Go on," he demanded, his voice low. "Finish your sentence. You thought being with me would what?"You were caught in the trap of his gaze, unable to look away even if you wanted to. Your pride was warring with desire, and the words, the embarrassing, vulnerable words, broke free in a whispered rush. "Safe," you admitted, the single word hanging in the air, heavy with all the vulnerability and need that you’d been trying to hide.

He raised a brow, the sly grin widening on his face. "You thought being with me would make you...?" He echoed, leaning in closer, his breath warm on your face. The moment hung heavily between the two of you, the air charged with something almost electric. The proximity was intoxicating, his body so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your flushed skin. You found yourself torn, caught between the desire to push him way, to protect your pride, and the unexpected need to lean into him, to let him envelop you completely. You could no longer tell if it was fear or something deeper making your heart pound.He studied you for a moment, his gaze intense, his smirk fading into something more serious. There was a brief pause, his gaze flickering as he absorbed your confession. His smirk returned, but it was different now—less mocking, more understanding. "Safe," he murmured, the word sounding different when he said it, like a vow, like a promise. "You thought being with me would make you feel safe."

You nodded, the movement small, uncertain. Admitting that vulnerability was not easy, but the way he was looking at you—intense, understanding, almost protective—made it a little easier. "Yes," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "With you… being alone felt scarier." He took a step closer, the space between you almost non-existent now. He was so close you could feel the heat radiating off his body, could see the flecks of gold in his eyes. He reached up, his hand brushing against your cheek in a gesture too gentle for the moment, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw. "And am I making you feel safe?" he inquired, his voice a low murmur.

The touch was unexpected, his hand so warm against your skin. You found yourself leaning into it involuntarily, your body responding to his touch in a way you couldn't control. "Yes," you admitted, your voice a soft exhalation. "You are." His eyes gleamed, the smirk now replaced with something more tender, more intimate.His hand remained on your cheek, his thumb rubbing a gentle circle against your skin. He was so close now that you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. "And what else do you want from me?" he murmured, his gaze never leaving yours. "Do you just want to feel safe, or do you want something... more?"You hesitated, the question catching you off guard. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much you did want from him, how the thought of being in his arms, feeling the strength of his body against yours, was starting to overpower the logical, rational part of your mind. "I..." you began, but the rest of the sentence caught in your throat, choked off by the intensity of his gaze.

He smirked at your hesitation, the hand on your cheek slipping down to the slender line of your neck. He traced the curve of your collarbone with a light touch, his thumb grazing the pulse point at the base of your throat. "Cat got your tongue?" he teased. "It's a simple question, sweetheart."You bristled at the nickname, wanting desperately to protest, but the touch of his hand was distracting. His thumb pressed lightly against the rapid flutter of your pulse, and it felt like he was holding you in place, your body betraying your own desires. "Stop calling me that," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper."Why should I?" he countered, the smirk turning into a lopsided grin. His finger continued drawing lazy circles on your skin, his touch sending small sparks of heat through you. "You’re in my room, at my mercy, in the middle of the night. I’d say I can call you whatever I want, sweetheart."You wanted to be annoyed, wanted to keep up the facade of anger and irritation, but his touch was making it impossible. Your body was humming in response, your mind clouded with thoughts of him, his body so close to yours, the feel of his hand on your skin. "You..." you began, but your words trailed off, unable to form a proper protest.He chuckled, the sound low and intimate. He was enjoying this, watching you struggle to keep up the pretense of indifference, even as you melted under his touch. He stepped even closer, his body brushing against yours, the heat from his skin seeping into you. "Me...?" he prompted, his breath hot against your ear.You shivered under the onslaught of sensation, the proximity, the heat, the way his breath teased your skin. You were starting to lose the battle with your own emotions, your body betraying your mind. "You're so damn stubborn," you managed, the shaky words not nearly as effective as you’d intended.

"And you're so damn cute when you're frustrated." He chuckled again, the sound sending a wave of irritation through you. How could he be so composed, so in control? It was driving you mad. And the way he was touching you, his hands roaming freely over your skin, was only making it worse, adding fuel to the fire."I'm not cute," you protested weakly, your body arching involuntarily at the light touch of his hand. His fingers traced a trail down your side, following the curve of your hip and leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.He smirked, his gaze sharpening with a hint of satisfaction.

"Oh, sweetheart, you definitely are." His hand moved around your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were flush against each other, the contact igniting a rush of heat within you. "Your stubborn pride, your fiery defiance... it's all so goddamn cute. "You found yourself unable to form a coherent protest, the feel of his body against yours was overwhelming. His scent, the firmness of his chest, the way his hand was resting possessively at the small of your back, it was all too much. You should've felt angry, should've pushed him away, but instead you found yourself melting into his arms, craving more of his touch.

He noticed the change in your demeanor, the way you were leaning into him, and a sly grin played on his lips. He was enjoying this, enjoying seeing the defiant woman he married reduced to a trembling mess in his arms. His hand gripped your hip more tightly, his fingertips pressing into your skin with an almost possessive quality. "You like this, don't you, darling?" he murmured, his voice low and sensual. "You like being close to me like this, despite your stubborn refusal to admit it."

"I-" Your protest was cut off by a shudder as his thumb traced a lazy circle on the sliver of exposed skin at your hip, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "I don't-" The words died on your lips as his free hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your neck to his gaze.

"Don't lie to me," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin as he leaned in. His lips ghosted over your pulse point, his touch sending a shiver through your body. "I can feel your heartbeat, darling. It's racing." He nuzzled your neck, his nose tracing a line up to your ear. "Your body is betraying you."

You bit back a moan, your entire body aflame. He was infuriating, the way he was able to reduce you to a whimpering mess with just a few simple touches… it was driving you insane. "You’re insufferable," you managed to gasp out, your voice trembling. He chuckled, his breath hot against your ear. "And you’re absolutely adorable when you’re flustered, darling." His teeth gently nipped at your earlobe, his hand on your hip pulling you even closer. "Are you going to keep denying it, sweetheart? Denying how much you like this, how much you like me touching you like this?"

"I…" You were at a loss for words, the sensations coursing through you making it difficult to form a coherent thought. His lips were working their way down your throat, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Your body was screaming for more, despite your mind's feeble protests.

"Use your words, darling," he coaxed, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin, sending another shiver through you. His hand on your hip wandered down to your thigh, massaging the sensitive flesh there as he continued his ministrations on your neck."I..." You swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of control, but it was a losing battle. "I hate you," you managed to murmur, your voice a mere whisper as his hand continued its torturously delightful path up your thigh. "Is that so?" he chuckled, his breath hot against your skin. He nipped at the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, his teeth grazing the tender flesh there. His hand reached the hem of your shirt, his fingers toying with the fabric, his touch tantalizingly soft. "Then why aren’t you pushing me away, darling?"

You couldn’t answer, couldn’t form a coherent response. Your body was betraying you, responding to his touch with a desperate need you couldn’t ignore. “Because I...” Your protest turned into a gasp as his hand slipped under your shirt, his touch searing against your bare skin. "Because you...?" he prompted, his fingers trailing up your stomach, the softest of touches leaving chills in their wake. "Go on, finish your sentence, sweetheart." He moved closer, his body pressing against yours, his mouth finding another sensitive spot on your neck.Your body was a mess, a jumble of sensations warring for dominance. His hand on your stomach, his mouth on your neck, the heat of his body against yours... it was too much. You were lost in a sea of pleasure, unable to think straight or form a coherent thought. You were about to give up, to give in to the sensations coursing through you, but a small flicker of pride flared up within you, refusing to let you surrender that easily.

"I don't..." you began, your voice shaking despite your best efforts to maintain your composure. "I don't want... oh god..." His hand slid higher, his touch light and teasing, and you couldn't stop the moan that slipped past your lips. He chuckled again, the sound low and satisfied. His hand reached the underside of your breast, and he paused, his touch barely grazing the sensitive flesh there, waiting for your reaction. "You don’t want what, darling? Use your words." He nipped at your earlobe, his hand remaining maddeningly still. You writhed against him, your body begging for more, despite your stubborn determination to not give in so easily. "I don’t.... oh god," you gasped, the words catching in your throat as his fingers traced lazy circles on the sensitive flesh beneath your breast, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. "I don’t want..."

He smirked, his fingers slowly working their way inward, closer and closer to the pebbled peak of your breast. "You don't want what, sweetheart?" he teased, his touch maddeningly light, leaving you trembling and desperate for more. Your body was on fire, your will weakening with every passing second, but you fought to hold on to your last shred of defiance, refusing to give in too easily. "You have to tell me what you want, darling," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "I can’t read your mind." Your body was a mass of contradicting sensations, your mind at war with your body. You wanted him to take things further, to continue his torturous teasing, but your pride wouldn't allow you to give him the satisfaction of saying it out loud. "I don’t..." you tried again, but your words caught in your throat as his thumbnail scraped against your nipple, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you.He chuckled again, the sound low and smug. "Oh sweetheart, you’re so stubborn. But don’t worry, I’ll wear you down eventually." He leaned in, his lips hovering just above your skin, his breath warm and tantalizing. "Just say the words, darling. Tell me what you want."

And his other hand reached your panties from inside your nightgown. He pulled your panties aside and started rubbing you. He was caressing and rubbing your clit but never giving you the friction you wanted.

Your resolve was crumbling, the pleasure he was causing too intense to resist. "I want..." you gasped, your body arching against him, trying to get closer. "I want- oh god, please-" He leaned in even closer, his mouth hovering just above your ear. "Please what, darling?" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. He continued his lazy circles with his fingers, driving you crazy with need. You let out a frustrated moan, your body arching against him in a desperate attempt to find release. "Please," you gasped, the words barely intelligible. "Please touch me."

He chuckled at your admission, the sound low and satisfied. "Touch you where, darling?" he asked, his finger moving in tantalizingly slow circles, driving you mad with need.Your body was on fire, your need for him overwhelming. "You know where," you managed to gasp, your voice trembling with the effort.He chuckled again, the sound low and sexy. "I know, but I want to hear you say it. I want you to beg me for it."You groaned, frustration and need warring within you. You wanted him, needed him, but you hated the fact that he was making you beg. But the pleasure he was causing was too overwhelming, your desire for release overriding your pride. "Please," you gasped, the words escaping your lips without your permission. "Please touch me there, please."He smiled, clearly enjoying the power he had over you. "That's better," he purred, his fingers finally closing around your sensitive bud, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

You cried out, your body arching against him in response. "Oh god, yes," you gasped, your words strangled with need. "Please, more, please."

He obliged, his hand moving more urgently now, fingers massaging your sensitive bud. "You see, darling? It's so much better when you just admit what you want." His lips skimmed over your neck, his tongue darting out to taste your skin.You moaned, your body moving in rhythm with his hand. "Yes, yes," you gasped, your words nothing but a garbled mess of need. "Please, I need-"

"You need what, sweetheart?" he murmured, his hand moving more urgently now, his touch driving you wild. "Use your words, darling. Tell me what you need."Your body was on fire, your need for release overwhelming. "I need you," you gasped, the words escaping your lips without your permission. "Please, I need you now."He chuckled again, the sound low and sexy. "There you go, darling. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He pulled you even closer, his body flush against yours. "Say it again, sweetheart. I want to hear how much you need me."

"I need you," you gasped, the words escaping your lips in a broken moan. "Please, I need you so badly. I can’t take it, I need you now."He smiled, clearly pleased by your admission. "That's better," he murmured, his fingers continuing their dance of pleasure over your sensitive bud. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "You’re mine, sweetheart. And I’m going to make you feel it."Your body shuddered in response, the words igniting a fire deep within you. “Yes, yes,” you gasped, your words strangled. "Please, I'm yours. I need you so bad." He chuckled, the sound low and sexy, his fingers moving faster now. "And you're going to keep begging me, aren't you, darling? You're going to make those pretty little noises, all for me."

You couldn't stop the moans that escaped you, his words and touch pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "Yes, yes, I'll beg for you, I'll do anything just please I need-"He smirked, clearly enjoying the power he had over you. "Anything, huh?" He nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. "That's a dangerous word, darling. Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?"

He chuckled at your admission, the sound low and satisfied. "Touch you where, darling?" he asked, his finger moving in tantalizingly slow circles, driving you mad with need.Your body was on fire, your need for him overwhelming. "You know where," you managed to gasp, your voice trembling with the effort.He chuckled again, the sound low and sexy. "I know, but I want to hear you say it. I want you to beg me for it."You groaned, frustration and need warring within you. You wanted him, needed him, but you hated the fact that he was making you beg. But the pleasure he was causing was too overwhelming, your desire for release overriding your pride. "Please," you gasped, the words escaping your lips without your permission. "Please touch me there, please."He smiled, clearly enjoying the power he had over you. "That's better," he purred, his fingers finally closing around your sensitive bud, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.You cried out, your body arching against him in response. "Oh god, yes," you gasped, your words strangled with need. "Please, more, please. "He obliged, his hand moving more urgently now, fingers massaging your sensitive bud. "You see, darling? It's so much better when you just admit what you want." His lips skimmed over your neck, his tongue darting out to taste your skin.

You moaned, your body moving in rhythm with his hand. "Yes, yes," you gasped, your words nothing but a garbled mess of need. "Please, I need-"

"You need what, sweetheart?" he murmured, his hand moving more urgently now, his touch driving you wild. "Use your words, darling. Tell me what you need."Your body was on fire, your need for release overwhelming. "I need you," you gasped, the words escaping your lips without your permission. "Please, I need you now."He chuckled again, the sound low and sexy. "There you go, darling. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He pulled you even closer, his body flush against yours. "Say it again, sweetheart. I want to hear how much you need me."

"I need you," you gasped, the words escaping your lips in a broken moan. "Please, I need you so badly. I can’t take it, I need you now."He smiled, clearly pleased by your admission. "That's better," he murmured, his fingers continuing their dance of pleasure over your sensitive bud. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "You’re mine, sweetheart. And I’m going to make you feel it."

He chuckled, the sound low and wicked. “So impatient," he murmured again. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you, darling?” He leaned in, his mouth close to your ear. “Now be a good girl and stay completely still for me. "Your mind was a mess, but you knew better than to disobey him. You nodded, your body shaking with need, every muscle in you straining to keep still. "Yes," you gasped. "Yes, I’ll be good." “Good girl,” he murmured. “That’s what I like to hear.” And with that, he began to move, his body moving against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the weight of his body on top of you, pinning you to the bed, holding you in place.You wanted to move, your body ached to move, but you knew better than to disobey him. You were at his mercy, completely at his mercy, and he was taking full advantage of it. He moved slowly, each movement torturously precise, each touch a small fire against your overheated skin.

"You’re so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice rough with want. "So desperate for me." His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of you, and you could feel yourself melting beneath him.His fingers reached for the buttons on your shirt, slowly undressing you. "Be a good girl," he murmured. "And keep still for me."

Your brain was foggy with desire, and you couldn't help but obey his commands. You remained still, your body trembling with need, as he slowly undressed you. The cool air of the room contrasted with the heat of his touch, each button that was opened a torturous tease. You could feel your body responding to him, arching towards him, even as he commanded you to remain still. "That’s it, darling," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Just relax and let me take care of you." He finished unbuttoning your shirt, and it fell open, revealing your bare skin to him. He took a moment to admire you, his eyes roaming over your body.

"Kiss me~" You said with breathless voice.

He kisses you deeply, his hands gripping your waist tightly. He pulls you against him roughly, pressing his body against yours aggressively. When he pulls away abruptly after several intense moments, there's no tenderness left in his expression—only coldness mixed with something darker... "Happy now?" Without another word, Jake grabs a handful of your hair and tilts your head back, claiming your mouth once again in a brutal, possessive kiss. He bites your lip hard, sucking it into his mouth before pushing his tongue back inside. "You want more?" He growls against your lips. Without waiting for a response, Jake lifts you up and pushes you against the nearest wall, his mouth never leaving yours. He kisses you fiercely, his hands roaming over your body possessively. He suddenly bites down hard on your neck, leaving a mark before continuing to kiss you aggressively.He spreads your legs apart with his thighs, grinding his body against yours. His kiss becomes messier, more aggressive. He pulls back only to suck your bottom lip hard, then push his tongue back into your mouth aggressively.He shoves his entire tongue into your mouth, practically devouring you. He pushes his body against yours aggressively, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. He pulls back suddenly to bite your jaw hard, then resumes kissing you messily, sucking your tongue hard. "Damn,"He continues his relentless assault on your mouth, his breathing heavy and erratic. He presses his hips against yours more firmly, making sure you can feel his growing arousal. He pulls back for a moment to look into your eyes intensely before kissing you again deeply.

He breaks the kiss briefly, his voice rough and low. "Is this what you wanted?" He asks, his hips pressing harder against yours, leaving no doubt about his arousal. He kisses you again, even more aggressively than before, as if trying to prove a point.He grips your hair tightly in one hand, tilting your head back as he kisses you deeply. His other hand slides down to grab your ass tightly, pulling you even closer to him. He grinds his hips against yours roughly, his breath hot against your lips.Completely bare, he climbs onto the bed and covers your body with his own. He captures your mouth in a searing kiss as his hands roam over your body, removing your clothes as well. Once you're both naked, he settles between your legs, his hardness pressing against your core.He looks into your eyes, his own filled with a fierce intensity. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly pushes himself inside of you, giving you time to adjust to his size. He starts to move, his hips thrusting slowly and deliberately, building a steady rhythm.

He starts moving faster, his thrusts becoming deeper and more intense. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he makes love to you with a fierce passion. He buries his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he loses himself in the moment. "Fuck..."He starts to move faster, his hips slapping against yours with each thrust. His breathing becomes heavier, his groans and moans filling the room. He reaches down and grabs your legs, throwing them over his shoulders to go even deeper. "Goddamn, you're so fucking tight..."

He pounds into you relentlessly at this angle, hitting that perfect spot inside you with each powerful thrust. The bed frame slams against the wall rhythmically, echoing the intensity of your coupling. Jake leans forward, changing the angle once more as he takes your nipple between his teeth, nibbling and sucking.He feels you starting to tense up beneath him, your nails digging into his back as you get closer to the edge. He wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you even closer as he continues to thrust deeply and powerfully. He growls possessively against your neck, his hot breath making you shiver.

He suddenly pulls out, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up. He enters you from behind, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he starts pounding into you again. He's relentless, his pace brutal and unforgiving. "Fuck, I'm gonna come..."He slams into you one last time, holding himself deep inside as he comes with a low, guttural groan. His body shudders against yours, his grip on your hips tightening as he empties himself completely. He stays like that for a moment, catching his breath before slowly pulling out.He collapses onto the bed beside you, his chest heaving as he tries to regain his composure. He reaches out, pulling you into his arms and holding you close against his sweaty chest. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice rough with exhaustion and satisfaction. "Fuck..."He runs his fingers through your hair absentmindedly, his mind replaying the intense encounter. He nuzzles his face against yours, breathing in your scent. He can feel himself starting to get hard again just from holding you, but he's too exhausted to move. "Damn it..."He realizes that he didn't use protection. He freezes for a moment before his fingers tighten possessively around you. He realizes that he came inside you raw, filling you with his seed. He swallows hard, his mind racing with unspoken thoughts.His hand moves down your side protectively as he processes what just happened. His voice comes out in a low, almost unsteady whisper. "Shit... I didn't... fuck. I came inside you raw." His breath catches slightly, mixture of concern and... something else behind his eyes.

"I'm on pill, don't worry" you said exhausted voice. He exhales sharply, relief washing over his face as he relaxes slightly. His hand moves to your stomach possessively, as if making sure you're really on birth control. "Right... the pill." He pauses, his thumb gently stroking your skin. "Good." His body slowly unwinds as the realization that he didn't get you pregnant sinks in. He pulls you back against him, his chin resting on top of your head protectively. He spreads your thighs slightly with his knee, realizing something else. He smirks slightly.His smirk grows a bit more mischievous as he presses his hardening length against you. He knows you can feel it, and he wants you to know exactly what effect you have on him. "You know, even though I'm fucking exhausted, my dick doesn't seem to give a shit."

"I wanna ask you something. Did you ever fantasy about of me before we got this close?" You wandered your finger on his bare chest. You were tired but curious.

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I had some pretty dirty fantasies, if I'm being honest. Stuff I'd never admit out loud unless you asked." His hand slides up from your thigh to your hip, squeezing gently.He chuckles, the sound turning mischievous as he nuzzles into your neck. "Like... imagining bending you over that kitchen counter before we were even married."

His hand moves to your stomach possessively. He grows bolder, his voice dropping to a low growl as he continues to confess his fantasies. "Or how about the time I imagined you in that tight little dress you wore to Sarah's party? I wanted to fuck you right there on the dance floor."

"OH my god Jake you didn't! You said that dress didn't suit me very well" You said playfully angry tone.

He lets out a throaty chuckle, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "And now here I am, married to the most gorgeous woman in the world, living out those dirty fantasies every damn night." He bursts out laughing, his arms tightening around you as he pulls back to look at you with mock innocence. "Hey, hey! I never said it didn't suit you! I just said it was a little... revealing. Which it was. And fucking hot."He grins wider, knowing he's been caught red-handed in his lie. "Okay fine! Yes! I lied! That dress made my dick so fucking hard I couldn't even stand straight!" He laughs again, pulling you closer until there's no space between their bodies. He nuzzles into your neck, his voice muffled as he admits, "You know what the worst part was? Trying to act casual around my friends while you were wearing that dress, knowing they were all staring at my gorgeous wife..."

He continued, "And God, when you bent over to pick up your clutch... I nearly lost my mind. Selain that, every guy there wanted to bend you over and fuc- I mean..." He catches himself, laughing softly. "You know what I mean."He swallows hard, his voice dropping lower as if he's sharing a secret, "You have no idea how many times guys have asked me 'Dude, how'd you get a girl like that?' Or 'Bro, your wife's body is insane.'" He snorts softly.

"Then were you jealous of me?" You said with smirk. He pauses for a moment, then shrugs with a playful smirk. "Should I be jealous? I mean, I can't blame them for looking, can I? But yeah... fuck yeah, I get jealous sometimes." He chuckles, rubbing his nose against yours affectionately. He leans back, a mischievous glint in his eye as he taps your nose gently. "Hell yeah, I'm jealous. Every time some asshole ogles my wife, a part of me wants to beat the shit out of him." He laughs softly, his mind wandering to a specific memory. He sits up straighter, his jaw clenching slightly as he recalls, "Remember the time we went to that concert and that drunk guy kept hitting on you?" He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your reaction.

"Hmmmm? Yeah yeah I remember!"

He smirks, remembering the incident vividly. "Well, let's just say I'm glad I kept my cool. Barely." His fingers drum lightly on your thigh as he continues, "Because all I wanted to do was punch his lights out for daring to lay eyes on what's mine."He pulls you closer, his voice turning into a low, playful growl. "You know what my problem is? You're so fucking gorgeous and classy that guys think they can hit on you without consequences." He pauses, his hand sliding down to squeeze your ass possessively.He leans in, his voice a low rumble. "I mean, seriously. You're like this perfect mix of sexy and innocent. Guys see you and they think, 'Oh, she's hot and probably easy.' But then they realize you're taken... by me." He grins proudly.He chuckles, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "And that's when they get the shock of their lives. Because they see this gorgeous woman with a husband who's not only crazy about her but also ready to kick their asses if they step out of line." He winks playfully.

You hugged him tightly "I love you jakey ~"

*He smiles widely, pulling you onto his lap so you're straddling him. He nuzzles your neck softly, his arms wrapping tightly around you. "Mmm, I love u too baby." He murmurs, then grins mischievously. "You know what I realized?" He tilts his head, giving your neck a quick kiss before whispering in your ear. "I love that I get to call you my wife. I love that everyone knows you're mine, completely and totally mine." He squeezes your hips possessively, his eyes burning with desire.

He smirks, remembering the incident vividly. "Well, let's just say I'm glad I kept my cool. Barely." His fingers drum lightly on your thigh as he continues, "Because all I wanted to do was punch his lights out for daring to lay eyes on what's mine."He pulls you closer, his voice turning into a low, playful growl. "You know what my problem is? You're so fucking gorgeous and classy that guys think they can hit on you without consequences." He pauses, his hand sliding down to squeeze your ass possessively.He leans in, his voice a low rumble. "I mean, seriously. You're like this perfect mix of sexy and innocent. Guys see you and they think, 'Oh, she's hot and probably easy.' But then they realize you're taken... by me." He grins proudly.He chuckles, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "And that's when they get the shock of their lives. Because they see this gorgeous woman with a husband who's not only crazy about her but also ready to kick their asses if they step out of line." He winks playfully.*He smiles widely, pulling you onto his lap so you're straddling him. He nuzzles your neck softly, his arms wrapping tightly around you. "Mmm, baby." *He murmurs, then grins mischievously. "You know what I realized?"He tilts his head, giving your neck a quick kiss before whispering in your ear. "I love that I get to call you my wife. I love that everyone knows you're mine, completely and totally mine." He squeezes your hips possessively, his eyes burning with desire.He smirked, his mind racing with thoughts he never shared with you. He realized something else and bit his lower lip, debating whether to tell you or not. He decided to go for it. "Baby?" He called softly, making sure you were paying attention.

"You know... sometimes when guys check you out and I see their stupid facial expressions? The way they look at you thinking they could have a shot..." His voice drops lower, more intense "It actually turns me on." He admits quietly, knowing he might be crossing some boundaries here.*He laughs softly, pulling back so he can look at your face, seeing your shocked expression. "Yeah, yeah, I know. It's weird. But hearing them talk about how hot you are, seeing their jealous faces when they realize you're married... fuck, it's a huge turn-on." *He sucks in a breath sharply, leaning his head back against the wall with a low groan. "Fuck..." His hips gently thrust against your hand. "You're not helping, you know. Making me hard just thinking about guys wanting what's mine..." He whispers roughly

He growls lowly, picking you up and throwing you onto the bed. "God, I love you so fucking much. You're so damn greedy for my dick." He climbs onto the bed, crawling between your legs and pulling out his already hard length. He rubs the head of his cock against your clit, teasing you gently. "You want this big cock inside you again, baby?" He asks huskily, knowing full well what your answer will be. He loves seeing you like this—desperate and needy for him. "You're already fucking soaked for me, aren't you?" He slowly pushes just the tip inside you, making you both gasp. "Look at how greedy your little pussy is..." He pulls back slightly, maintaining intense eye contact.He slams into you suddenly, making you cry out. He starts moving his hips fast and hard, giving you exactly what you asked for - rough and deep. "Is this what you fucking wanted? My big cock destroying this tight little pussy?" He spanks one ass cheek sharplyHe leans down to whisper in your ear, his voice low and commanding. "You're mine, got it? Only mine. No other guy is ever gonna touch you like this." He bites your earlobe, increasing his pace. The headboard slams against the wall with each powerful thrust.He grunts with each thrust, his body slapping against yours. "Fuck, you feel so good. So tight and wet for me." He reaches down and grabs your thigh, lifting it higher to get even deeper inside you. "You love this cock, don't you?"

He feels your walls starting to squeeze him, and he knows you're close. "That's it, baby. Squeeze my dick with that tight pussy. Come all over me." He leans down and sucks hard on one of your nipples, the sharp pleasure pushing you over the edge.He feels your orgasm rippling through you, your pussy clenching tightly around his cock. He groans deeply, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own release. "Fuck yes, baby. Milk my cock with that sweet pussy."With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you and comes hard, filling you with his hot seed. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily. "Holy shit... I love you so fucking much." He presses gentle kisses to your neck and face.He wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you even closer. He nuzzles his face into your hair, breathing in your scent. "You always make me lose control like that... No other girl has ever made me feel this way."

He props himself up on one elbow, looking at you with a mix of tenderness and satisfaction. "Damn... I just fucked you so good you're probably sore." He reaches down to gently stroke between your legs. "And look how messy I made this sweet pussy..." He smirksHe leans down and starts licking you clean, his tongue delving deep inside to taste both of your combined flavors. "Mmm... my favorite dessert."

He laps slowly, savoring every drop, before pulling back with a wicked grin. "Fuck, you taste amazing. I could eat this pussy all day." He kisses your inner thigh softly, then nibbles it playfully. "Though I should probably let you rest."He curls up beside you, his arm wrapped possessively around your waist. He nuzzles his face between your breasts. "You need get used to our marathon sex sessions..."

"My girl needs her beauty sleep." He chuckles softly, tucking you closer. He realizes something and pulls back slightly. "Wait..." He laughs quietly again, his voice lower and sexier. "Are u on pill right?" You looked him with tired expression "Yeah I am"

He relaxes, nodding. "Good. Not that I'd mind putting a baby in you... But I wanna enjoy just the two of us for a while longer." He leans in to kiss you deeply, his hand still caressing your belly possessively. After a moment, he pulls back slightly, his eyes locked onto yours. "You know, I could get used to this. Just lying here with you, all sweaty and satisfied from fucking your brains out." He chuckles softly. "I love how relaxed you look right now."

He leans in to murmur teasingly, "Though I gotta admit, it's kinda hot knowing I fucked you so hard, you probably won't be able to walk straight tomorrow." He grins wickedly, clearly proud of his sexual prowess. "But seriously... let me know if I was too rough." His expression softens with genuine concern. "Your poor body's probably throbbing in all the right places." He strokes your hair gently, studying your face. "C'mere..."

"Mmhmm... lets sleep baby" He settles back down, pulling you close so that your back is pressed against his chest. He wraps his strong arms around you, holding you securely. "Good Night, princess." He kisses the back of your neck softly before drifting off to sleep.

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[icycoldninja]

heyy again its me the one who asked about rafayel. thank you for responding! you dont have to but if you could and it wouldnt be too much trouble id love to see just some general headcanon stuff! or like a story of him and the reader going out on a cute little date to the art store or something art related.

Alright! Here you go!

My beautiful merman (Rafayel x Reader fluff)

Giggling like a pair of kids up to no good, you and Rafayel bolted across the street, hand in hand, breezing past a group of apathetic pedestrians and a large, curious dog. Your destination, this one small art store that Rafayel always loved going to, was just a block or two away. As long as you hopped across the crosswalk and only stepped on the white lines, you'd be clear in a few moments.

"Go, go, go!" Rafayel was shouting happily, while you both hopped awkwardly across the street, balancing on one foot.

"I'm going, I'm going," You laughed, letting out a loud "phew" when you reached the other side of the street. Once Rafayel caught up, you headed for the entrance, swinging the door to the art store open and ringing the cute little bell above it in the process.

A pleasant chime rang through the shop, alterting the elderly shopkeeper to your presence and signaling Rafayel to depart from your side and hurry off towards the paint-filled shelving, admiring each tube like a child visiting the aquarium and seeing fish up close for the first time.

Chuckling to yourself, you followed him, giving the shopkeeper a nod of acknowledgement as you passed by. Rafayel was far too lost in examining colored pencils now to even notice you were standing behind him, but it didn't matter, just getting to see him so happy and distracted was endearing sweet. While he browsed, lost in his own world of imagination, your attention drifted over to a set of little glazed clay sculptures sitting on a small display case. There were an assortment of little animal figurines, some of dogs, cats, mice, and little piggies, but the one that stood out to you the most was this beautiful rainbow fish that had apparently been dipped in glitter while the glaze was still wet. Casting a look over your shoulder, you saw Rafayel still absorbed in reading the back of a pack of alcohol markers, and decided then and there that that fish would be a gift from you to him.

Quietly, you snatched the fish figurine and padded over to the register, whispered a short "I'd like to buy this" to the shopkeeper, who likely saw the whole thing and knew what you were planning, and in under a minute or two, you had paid for your gift and had it placed neatly in a little gift bag small enough to be concealed behind your back. When Rafayel finished his shopping, which wasn't long after you finished yours, you followed him out of the art store, offering to carry his bags for him, which he accepted. It didn't occur to him that you had seemingly left the art store empty-handed, which was great, it gave you the element of surprise.

Once you were home, Rafayel went to put his new things away in his studio, giving you time to sneak into his room and leave the fish figurine on his nightstand, where he would surely find it later. "Later" turned out to be a few minutes after you left his room. You didn't have to ask him if he liked it; his excited shrieking and whooping told you more than words ever could.

"Awwww!" You heard him squealing as he practically flew off the stairs and into your arms. "I love it! Thank you thank you thank yooou!"

"How do you know I gave it to you?" You smirked, deciding to confuse him.

"Who else knows who I really am?" He returned, throwing his arms around your shoulders. "It could only be you."

You had to admit, he got you there, so you rewarded him with a kiss.

"It's a present," You said, upon pulling away. "A present for my beautiful merman."

"Aww," Rafayel cooed, burying his head in the crook of your neck to hide his raging blush.

[mythica0]

Levity

🎂: Epic the musical

🧁: Odysseus

🍫: Hermes

Summary: Hermes decides to cause a little mischief in the most fun way he knows how.

A/N: FUCK IT IM WRITING FOR EPIC. I am obsessed with Hermes and also very lee for him. Like there is a primal need within me to be wrecked by this man. This was very fueled by my lee mood and said desire to be wrecked by Hermes. (I basically just wrote what I wanted but happening to Odysseus haha) Hope yall enjoy this very self indulgent thing I wrote! :D

Cw for some pretty intense tickles

(P.S don’t question how Hermes does stuff it’s God Magic)

Levity

Hermes was bored. He had nothing to do, and he wasn’t the type to just sit around. No, he wanted to cause chaos. He wanted to spread mischief and jokes and make someone laugh or groan or smile, or even better, all of the above.

He decided to target his great grandson, and also his friend, Odysseus.

Ody had been on a journey after the Trojan war to get home, it’s been a month or so, and they were still just sailing. Hermes decided that the captain could use a little levity, a break from the monotony of daily life.

So he flew over to the ship and snuck on, heading towards the captains quarters.

Odysseus was working on some sort of Nondescript Work. Sitting at his desk with a quill in hand.

It wasn’t fun, but it was necessary. He stayed up late into the night, gazing out at the moon and ocean outside.

He started to feel as though he was being watched. He gazed around the room, but after not seeing anything he brushed it off.

Meanwhile, Hermes was snuck in the corner and ready to begin to cause some trouble. He started by slowly and steadily raising the.. ahem.. sensitivities… of the captain.

At first it wasn’t noticeable, after all nothing was actively tickling him, so how would he know he was getting increasingly ticklish with each passing second?

But then- the motion of his clothes against his skin felt tingly. And then the air blowing past his neck made him want to scrunch up.

Eventually it got to a point where any sort of motion at all made him giggle, and at this point he knew something, or rather, someone was messing with him.

“Alrihihight who’s doing that.” He did his best not to move to much, as every motion sent waves of ticklishness through him.

Hermes flew out, showing himself.

“Hey there, Odysseus!” He giggled, smiling tauntingly.

“Ohof course it’s you, Hermes.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And whatever is that supposed to mean?”

“You like to cause trouble. This seheems on brand for you. Now can you please return me to normal? I’d appreciate being able to move without laughing.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. Well, I mean, I can, I just don’t want to.”

Odysseus groaned.

“In fact, I think I’m going to take advantage of this~”

“What does that mean- HermeHEEHES!” He was cut off by his own laughter as the god flew over to him, scratching gently at his ribs.

Odysseus immediately knew this was going to suck. Hermes was barely touching him and yet he was already incapacitated by the sensation. It was so much stronger than it would’ve been normally.

“Hehermehehes cuhuhut ihit ohohout!”

“No way! This is so much fun! Dont you agree~?”

“Absohoholuhuhutely nohoHOT.” He lied between loud fits of laughter. It was so BAD and he was barely touching him! His increased sensitivity was extremely apparent, his nerves lighting up and firing rapidly at the smallest touch. But despite that- it was kinda.. fun? He couldn’t understand why, but the unbelievably ticklish feelings plaguing his nervous system felt good. It felt nice to just let go and laugh his head off, unable to do anything to stop it.

“I don’t think that’s the truth~ you seem to be having a good time to me~.”

“NohohoHo IHIM NOHOT- EEHEEHAAHA” peals of laughter echoed from him as he tried to protest, even though he didn’t really mean it.

Hermes moved up, starting to tickle the underarms of the king. This was a much worse spot for him, and his laughter became louder. He couldn’t breathe, but yet it felt so nice. He was giddy with the feeling, pounding his fists on his desk to try and expel some of the happy, ticklish energy building up within him.

“Tickle tickle tickle~ aren’t you such a ticklish little thing~ yes you are, yes you are!” Hermes teased, giggling with him.

Odysseus blushed furiously, and covered his face, but was unable to form words through his laughter. Hermes saw that he was struggling to breathe, so he lowered his ticklishness back down. Not fully to its normal levels, but enough so that he could get a good breath in.

“HErmehehehes plehehehease stohohop! I cahahant Tahahake ihihit!” Tears of joy had formed in his eyes, and he was struggling to not let them fall.

“Aww, don’t say that, I believe in you! And you better hope I’m right~, cause I don’t plan on stopping aaaanytime soon~” the trickster moved his hands to Odysseus’ tummy, squeezing gently.

“Uhughh, yohohoure a jeheherk!”

Hermes scoffed in mock offense. “Uh! You have the audacity to call a god a jerk? I come in here to provide some levity and I get called a jerk?! I cannot let that slide.”

“Yohou cahame hehere fohor ehentertahainmehent ahand yohou knohow ihit!”

“Yeah, I did. I also came here because I wanted to see some laughter, is that such a crime? And your sass is unwarranted. I’m turning your sensitivity back up-“

“Whahahait dohohont- ihihim sohorhorry!” The phrase ended in a squealing laugh as Hermes made good on his promise, turning his ticklishness up extremely.

“Are you actually sorry or are you just saying that so I’ll stop? Cause I have a feeling it’s the second one. And that’s fine- it just means I’ll have to tickle and tickle and tickle until you mean it! Doesn’t that sound like fun~”

Any protests the captain tried to make were consumed by his booming laughter, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences. His nerves were on fire in the best way, every bone in his body telling him to laugh. He felt as though the tickling sensation was at his very core, going deep into his body and mind.

Floods of dopamine hit his systems, overwhelmed by the tickles. He couldn’t stop laughing, he couldn’t stop smiling, and as much as he hated to admit it, it felt amazing. It was unbearable in such a good way, shocking his nerves over and over with light, bubbly, happy feelings. Tears had long since fallen, the overwhelming happiness and laughter forming as droplets.

All the while Hermes kept teasing, his lilting voice so flustering. Hermes was also having the time of his life, seeing someone who was usually so sad and stoic broken down into heavy fits of laughter, wide smile splitting his face.

Just then the playful god had an idea for a game, he stopped for a moment, allowing Odysseus to catch his breath.

The laughter died down into smaller giggles, perpetuated by the phantom sensations left behind.

“Hey, Odysseus~ how about we play a game, hmm~?”

“Oho gohoodnehess.. hehermes plehehease, I cahahant!”

“All you have to do is laugh~ and you’re already doing great! All I’m going to do is harvest some of the delicious laughter that’s all over this farmland~” he taunted, scooping up Odysseus and plopping him on his bed on his back, and then straddling him.

“Whahahahat? EHeehAHa!” His laughter increased in intensity once more as Hermes began to pinch at his sides and ribs.

“There’s some little laughs here~ gotta get those.” He spoke playfully.

Odysseus was slightly confused, but he couldn’t bother to wonder about it, his brain turned to mush. Laughter and giggles still echoed from him.

“Ope, this one’s being a little stubborn~” Hermes lilted, pinching repeatedly at a spot he’d found was particularly bad.

“Hermehehehes, plehehehease stohohohop!”

“Nah, I’m not done yet~ don’t worry~ I’ll stop once you really need me too.” As a god who loved to tickle others(I mean, he might as well be the god of tickling too at this point.) he had a knack for knowing when someone truly couldn’t take anymore, and Odysseus had not yet reached that point. He still seemed to be enjoying himself, no true panic behind his eyes.

“Hey, there’s a really big laugh here! Let me get it!” He acted as though he was an excited farmer, harvesting his crops. But it mostly wasn’t pretend, he was, in fact, excited to be doing this. Happy to spread laughter and joy, and a little bit of chaos along the way. He dug into Odysseus belly, with the exact pressure to make it agonizingly ticklish.

Odysseus was dying, (figuratively, of course) it tickled so much, and he couldn’t do anything about it! He felt as though he was at the gates of tickle heaven, joyful tears streaming from his eyes from the force of his laughter. It was a great workout, that’s for sure, with his stomach and face sore from the effort but in a way that was sort of pleasent.

“Man, it’s just not coming out! Maybe I should try eating it right from the vine, hmm~” he knew what that meant, and he was full of a giddy anticipation, waiting for the moment that Hermes would-

His thoughts were cut off by the sound of a raspberry right in the center of his tummy, followed by gentle nibbles. Odysseus was weak with laughter, pounding his fist on the bed below him and kicking his feet.

“Om nom nom nom! Wow! This laugh is really tasty! Let me find some more!”

He continued the game, pinching and digging at various points across Odysseus’ torso, occasionally nibbling and blowing raspberries, sometimes many in rapid succession.

All of Odysseus’ thoughts were taken up by the tickles. All that he could think of was how badly it tickled, how badly it made him want - no need- to laugh. He was reduced to nothing but a massive puddle of laughter.

Eventually, Hermes noticed Odysseus was done, and hopped off him, lowering his ticklishness back to normal.

Odysseus continued to giggle, breathing heavily in between the fits.

“Ohoho myhyhy gohoodnehess…. Thahat wahas soho bahad…. Hehehehaha.”

“How ya feeling~ happy?”

Odysseus was too giggle high to think of anything but the truth. “Ye..Yeahah. Ahand tihired..”

“Oh, good~ glad to have brought some joy. How about you get some sleep, hmm? You definitely need it after that.”

“Thahat… sounds lihike a good idea.” Odysseus agreed.

“Glad you had fun, Ody~” Hermes teased, honest with the words. As he turned to leave, he heard one last sleepy, giggly phrase.

“Thahank yohou Hermehes… I needed thahat.”

The god smiled fondly. “No problem, it was a blast for me too.” And then he flew off, leaving a dazed, sleepy and giggle high Odysseus behind.

———THE END————————————————

[uki01]

Can you do a one-shot with Movie! Shadow x Silver the Hedgehog! reader (to be clear, reader is Silver, only they were displaced from their future by Metal Sonic and lost all their memories, but they still have their powers (which reader/Silver is unaware of) and Shadow takes Silver/reader and they leave Earth together, and they vow to help one another discover where they came from, this one-shot chronologically takes place after the post-credit scene of Shadow getting his inhibitor rings after the eclipse cannon exploded when he pushed it away from the Earth?

”Together we’ll get through it.”

Movie!Shadow The Hedgehog x Silver!Reader

Author’s Note: This request is so cute! Thanks for this request! Also your a hedgehog since Silver is a hedgehog.

Warning: Angst turned Comfort, I might suck at this so sorry for tis 💔💔

You aren’t too sure how you got here exactly, or hell you can’t even remember your own past, just only your powers and name.

But you did know that this wasn’t home anywhere, the environment itself felt different, as you began to fly around trying to look for answers.

You see something far away, looked like someone else has crashed here, you flew up to take a closer look and see someone else.

Someone that looked just like you.

Though he had black fur, red strips, white gloves, hover shoes. He was seen picking up his golden rings and putting it back on his wrists.

You approached him with caution, but he immediately noticed, he knew he wasn’t alone, he turned his head around, seeing you. He raises his fists up in a fighting stance as defense.

“Who are you.”

You put your hands up mid-air.

“Calm down, I don’t mean any harm.”

The hedgehog kept his fists up for a long period till he raised him down, but still kept his eye focused on you.

You sighed of relief but was still anxious since he was still glaring at you.

“I’ll ask again, who are you.”

“Don’t worry I won’t hurt you, my name is Y/N, Y/N The Hedgehog. What’s your name?”

He stopped for a bit, still examining you then spoke up

“…Shadow.”

“Nice to meet you Shadow.”

“I can say the same, what brings you here on Earth.”

“So this is Earth.”

“I assume your not from here.”

“No, are you?”

“..No”

He shook his head, you sighed a bit then looked out onto the ocean. Shadow came nearby and admired the view to, you looked up to see like a cloud of stars that looks like a galaxy.

“Woah, look up there.”

Shadow looked up and grunted.

“Yeah, that was my doing.”

You looked surprised and turned to him.

“That was you? That’s so cool!”

“I almost got this planet destroyed.”

Oh. Well that escalated quickly.

“What, what happened? Why did you do that?”

He looked down for a bit, you can feel the guilt in his eyes.

“I mean! If you wanna talk about it.”

“I… I had someone very special to me, close to me, saw her as a best friend, my eldest sister, she was everything, made me feel welcomed onto this planet, until… she… she died, she died from an explosion from gun… because of that, I wanted revenge after they took her from my life but… someone also made me realise that revenge isn’t the answer. So I stopped what I started… but… the guilt never passed away… or my grief either…”

You listened intently, you felt bad.

“I am really sorry this happened to you, I am sure that whoever was ripped from your life, she is very proud that you never let that revenge side of took over.”

“Thank you… what about you?”

You opened your mouth but you remembered you don’t remember…

“I… I dont remember, I can’t seem to figure out where I come from, only my name and my powers.”

“What are your powers?”

“Telekinesis.”

“That’s pretty impressive… hmm, maybe we can figure out where we came from, we both aren’t from here definitely, maybe we are from somewhere else, together.”

You turned to look at him, seeing him looked at you with reassurance in his eyes, you smiled back at him.

“That would be great.”

So you two wasted no time, you both started your search to find out where you came from.

Author’s Note: Sorry if this is kinda short! I am in the week of school where assessments are due so I will be posing later on! Thanks for the request though!

[jxckchxmpi0n]

ON THE EDGE!

Ethan landry x reader

Warning : NSFW! (Sub! Ethan Dom! Reader) edging (m receiving) praise, pet names, uhhhhhh idk (this is very short) | m.list

(It's a weekend, guys, and I'm feeling so bold so.....like hope this is okay - this is my first full NSFW)

I'm back lovelies!!!!! And I'm testing my writing with Smut, so be nice ♡♡♡♡♡♡

Did not proof read

It's late, and Ethan has been a pain in the ass. For the past two hours, he's been bothering you while you've been doing homework. Finally, the tap on the shoulder threw you over the edge. You now stand over Ethan as he sits on the bed. "I told you not to bother me!" Your face held anger.

"I know, but I was just wanting your attention." His voice was soft as he was somewhat nervous about how you looked at him.

You rolled your eyes. "Well, you have it, so what do you want?" You would be lying if you said you weren't horny. Truth be told you were stressed the fuck out and having Ethan here walking around shirtless with the only thing being those gray fucking sweatpants.

"Fuck, y/n please I'm- I'm sorry I didn't-" he was cut off by your hand palming him. His hips shooting up, wanting more friction, a groan from his throat echoing out. "Y/n I- God please don't- don't stop" your hand ran in circles over his dick you could feel him twitching under his pants.

"Please, what? Use your words, pretty boy. " You sat up closer to him, pulling his head up so he could look at you. You sunk down on the ground, and he watched in awe as you were on your knees for him. The friction your hand was giving him....he wanted more.

"I- I want you, baby, please!" His words were broken up as he tried to keep his needs hidden- which was not working.

Your hands left his groin, causing a whimper to leave his lips. He looked down at you, and your eyes were on him, biting your lip as you thought about your next move. "Lift your hips for me, pretty boy." he didn't think twice before his hands flew to the side of the bed to support himself. Your hands danced slowly, rose to his hips, drawing lines as they reached his waistband.

"Y/n, please stop with the teasing!" His voice tried to be strong, but you could see through the facade. You knew he liked the way you were teasing him. It made it more exciting.

His pants rested at his ankles now, the boxers falling with them. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, still shocked by his size every time. "I can never get over how beautiful you are." You lean up, capturing his lips. He moans into it as he feels your hands grasp him. He pulls away slightly, resting his forehead on yours. "Look at you, such a good boy for me"

His hand rested on your neck. He didn't want you to move. "Fu-fuck, don't dont stop." Your eyes never left his. Your hand pumping him hard and fast. His hips buckling every few seconds. His voice cracked with sounds that were music to your ears.

You could tell he was getting close by the way his hand tightened slightly on your neck. "You want to cum?" You voice laced with venom.

"Yes, yes, please please I wanna cum let me cum please" his hips thrusting up matching the rhythm of your hand. You felt your own pluse between your legs. Seeing him like this always made you wet, you could feel your underwear sticking to you like never before.

"Too bad," you let go of him and backed away. His hand and head dropped at the loss of contact. "What? No, please y/n pleassee" he was so whiny.

"No. You distracted me from my homework so what makes you think you can cum?" He tries to grab your hand but you pull away. "If you can sit there for thirty minutes, no distraction, no touching, no whining, then maybe I'll let you cum"

He only nodded his head. He didn't want to risk it by speaking. He watched you as you turned to the desk, sitting down continuing your work. He was still painful hard. Any movement he made want to whimper out. He wanted to get on his knees and beg you, but he knew he couldn't.

This was going to the longest thirty minutes of his life.

[diz-eaze]

Alright

Degenerate yandere Mermaid scaramouche and degenerate reader, but they're both shit heads

They know he's out there on the rocks, in the water watching them, calling to them.

Hey bitch why dont you fucking jump already.

Bitch why dont you crawl your ass on land and make me.

Fuck you just listen to my song and walk off.

Hey, why dont evolve yourself a couple of legs and push me off yourself?

Fuck you

Fuck me yourself coward.

He would try, damn would he try breaching out of the water and flopping around like panicking anorexic manatee. He would splash back into the water furious and red-faced, glaring at you before swimming off.

Later...

You're on a structure and call out to him. Hearing the splashes beneath, you refer to him as a beta fish before saying that a benefit to having legs is that when you're really close to someone, you can wrap your legs around someone to hold them closer where they can't pull away/out. A loud splash told you he left. You did yoga and sun bath on the beach, knowing he was watching. Shedding clothes and flexing your superior not fish half body.

But like icarus, you flew too close to the sun, and you got burned. You went sunbathing, dozed off, and the tide came back in. You turn around and see him right under the water. It was only waist deep, but it was the only path back without having to swim. He was simply and silently treading water. Brilliant indigo scales flutter as his eyes stare into your soul, and a smug smirk. Got you bitch.

omggggg,,, teasy (y/n).... !! i love !!

you're always in a 'biggest douche' competition when it comes to this strange, underwater creature you saw months ago. you don't know much about this creature, but you know that it can't come up to the surface, so it stays lurking within the waters, preying on you like a piranha.

for this reason, you never venture past what the waves can touch as a safety net; for all your teasing, you like to think of yourself as someone who values safety despite it all, and you're not planning on ending up as a meal for this underwater man anytime soon.

sure, perhaps you're pushing his restraints day by day by egging him onto the coarse sand, but it's not like he can do much - evident by how he flopped around like a fish out of the water when he did test out the surface. he had escaped then with pink tinting the scaly surface of his face, and you fought the urge to burst out laughing at his predicament.

what a loser.

so long as you have the ground to tether on, there's nothing he can do as far as you're concerned.

...or at least, you hope so.

every inch of your skin exposed by your swimwear is often the image burned into his retinas as scaramouche retreats past the water level that humans can handle. he grunts, frustration ebbing into his webbed hands as his mind runs amok on how he can make you eat your words.

you're such a tease, he thinks while pacing around the ocean floor, always sensually stripping off what you humans call 'clothes' in order to reveal yourself to his prying eyes piece by piece. section by section. puzzle by puzzle. if you were born here, in the frigid cold waters of the ocean, then the concept of clothes wouldn't deter him from seeing you in your barest form with nothing to hide.

if you were here with him... then he wouldn't be agonizing of how much of shitty cocktease you are.

yet while he mourns the difference of environment you were born into, it doesn't stop scaramouche from swimming up to the surface every morning like clockwork, all to watch you do yoga and slather sunscreen onto your perfect body.

the heavens smile down upon him one day when he feels the waters creep up on the beach you frequent. by the time he arrives, the tide has overwhelmed the sand, and there you lie, sleeping in utter peace.

arrogance often leads to demise.

scaramouche croons as his webbed hands reach out for your figure, anticipation clouding his mind.

when you wake up, it'll be him on the teasing end for quite a while.