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Hypnotic

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WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE😭 WHERE DID Y'ALL COME FROM- Thank you for enjoying my fic so far, I'm overwhelmed-

Anyways, here's another one. I'll try to make the chapters longer but no promises 😗✌

Please make sure to comment on what you think so far, I love reading the comments, it motivates me to write more💕💋

Btw, I gave them names to this- well, I didn't come up with the names. Credit goes to: @filijester (I think? Please correct me if I'm wrong) , I just picked these because it seems like the names a lot of people agree on, plus I think it fits them.

Abby Saja: Beomseok

Romance Saja: Jae-Hyun

Mystery Saja: Garam

Baby Saja: Daeun

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They descended from the ground, their feet gently planting on the stone pavement.

Luckily no one was around to witness such a sight.

They didn't want to be bothered by the trouble of humans seeing them appear from the depths of Hell.

"This is.. much different from what I was expecting"

Beomseok muttered, letting out a small whistle as he looked around. It's been a while since he visited the human realm, its the same for all of them.

"What now boss?"

Jae-hyun asks in a teasing manner, leaning an arm against Jinu's shoulder.

The Leader of this little group stayed silent, eyes carefully observing the area around them.

The Tall buildings, the blinding lights, the loud noises. He was in unfamiliar territory.

He didn't want to admit it.

But he didn't expect to get this far.

He had a plan in order to defeat the hunters, but he didn't think far enough ahead on what they'll do in between.

"You'll need a place to sleep"

A familiar voice said, as the ground in front of them opened up a portal, a silhouette of a familiar woman made her appearance before them.

But she looked more solid.

More human.

She wore a Black suit along with a matching pencil skirt and heels, though some of the top buttons of her suit were open, revealing more of her cleavage.

Her eyes lingered at the group.

She did all that she could to improve their appearances, but she could tell that her work wasn't finished yet.

"What are you doing here?"

Jinu questioned, not expecting her to join them on the surface, especially in that outfit.

"I figured you needed a manager"

She smirked, making some eye glasses appear at just the flick of her wrists, calmly putting them on.

She had to look the part if they were gonna pull this off.

"And based on what I'm looking at, I'm right"

She stated, giving them one final glance before turning around, she snapped her fingers, gaining their attention as she walked on ahead.

"Come."

With one simple command, the group looked at each other hesitantly before following after her.

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They arrived at a Hotel, it seemed like it was the expensive kind based on the decoration.

They just walked right in, None of the guards didn't bother to question their identity and just allowed them entry.

Their appearances immediately caught the attention of nearly all of the people in the area, yet they paid them no mind.

Beomseok glanced over at a group of women gazing at him from the waiting area, he couldn't help but send them a little wink, causing one of them to dramatically faint into another's arms.

He smirked, getting the confidence to walk towards the counter.

"A room for 6, please"

He said, placing a hand on the marbled surface as he looked down at the person behind the reception counter.

She only gave him a look of unamusement, despite her coworkers practically drooling at the mouth at just the sight of him.

"Do you have a reservation sir?"

She questioned, moving her gaze down at her computer screen, typing away at the keyboard.

Beomseok's smirk faltered at her attitude towards him.

That wasn't right.

He couldn't understand.

Why wasn't she reacting like the rest.

He glanced at the others beside her, seeing that familiar desire in their eyes, before his gaze went back at the Woman, who looked at him with complete disinterest.

It took a toll on his growing ego.

But before he could say anything, he was pushed aside by their self proclaimed Manager.

He let out a small shriek at her rough push, making him stumble back until his group mates caught him just in time.

"Excuse him, he's new"

She chuckled, leaning her body against the marbled counter. Her voice definitely caught her attention as the Woman looked away from the screen to look at her.

The woman took in Y/n's appearance, how the suit hugged her figure perfectly, that seductive gaze, her hair perfectly in place, not a single flaw in sight. The receptionist's body tensed up a bit as a swell of sudden nervousness overwhelmed her.

"I apologize if we're drawing in unwanted attention.."

Y/n muttered, placing her chin against her palm, referring to the crowd that was beginning to form behind them.

"It was.. Never our intention to cause trouble.."

Her said, a soft smile appearing on her lips.

The woman's ears turned a light shade of pink, as she tried her best to keep her focus on her eyes and nowhere else that was deemed... inappropriate in the workplace.

She cleared her throat, fumbling a bit on the keyboard.

She couldn't afford to get distracted.

"That's.. Quite alright, but we still need a reservation Ma'am."

Y/n smirked, her hand reaching over to the computer, grazing her fingers lazily along the screens edge.

"Oh, I'm sure we do..."

She said, keeping the woman's attention purely on her, the computer screen glitching for split second before reverting back to normal.

Y/n smiled innocently, leaning back a bit as she tapped the monitor.

"Y/n L/n, care to type it in for me Doll?"

She instructed, sticking out her bottom lip just a bit in a slight pout, drawing the other woman's gaze for just a split second.

Before she grew stiff and awkwardly typed in the name.

As if by a miracle, her name appeared on the screen, assigning her and the group to the penthouse, located at the very top floors.

She cleared her throat, turning back to Y/n who was wearing a patient smile.

"Yes, I see that you have a room reserved"

She nodded, grabbing the room card and handed it to her. Ignoring how the moment their fingers brushed against each other, it sent shivers down her spine.

Y/n grinned, happily taking the room card key, while her little demons leaned closer to her to get a good look at the key.

"Thank you so much"

She smiled, subtly bumping her elbow against Jinu's stomach.

He stammers, glancing at their manager then at the receptionist, quickly catching on.

"Yes, thank you"

Jinu said, politely bowing at them with the rest of the group mimicking his actions.

Y/n glanced at him with a hum, it was good that he caught on fast, but not fast enough.

That needed work.

With that thought in mind she walked on ahead, the boys swiftly following close, stepping inside one of the Elevators.

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Once they were inside, Y/n lift herself off the ground and went to the couch, a large cloud of history formed around her body for a split second.

Changing her clothes into something more comfortable.

Jinu watches Y/n drift down on the plush mattress, now wearing a Bathrobe that loosely hung on her body.

He took off his shoes, placing them in the shoe compartment near the door before stepping further inside, the rest followed his actions, just purely by instinct.

"Why are you helping us?"

He couldn't help but ask, that question has been ringing in his ears for a while.

Why did she agree to help him?

He would've left the topic alone, if it weren't for the fact that she's here with them on the surface, instead of falling back into a deep sleep.

Actually going out of her way to become their manager.

Y/n flicked her wrist, letting a glass of red wine appear in her hand, she didn't answer his question right away.

She let's his thought linger, she lifted the glass to her lips and carefully drank from the glass, her body melting against the couch in utter relaxation.

"Ease up Jinu"

Jae-hyun said, patting their leaders shoulder in an attempt to comfort him, the others were already making them selves at home.

Daeun and Beomseok were raiding the kitchen for something to eat.

Garam quietly made his way to the couch, casually sitting down beside Her, staying perfectly silent as usual.

"You'll get wrinkles from thinking too hard"

Jae teased, placing a finger on the others forehead, pretending to smooth out the imaginary wrinkles.

Jinu scoffs, lightly slapping his hand away with a small glare, Jae chuckles before walking away to go join the other two in the kitchen.

Y/n sighed, still feeling the man's gaze linger at her for some sort of answer.

"I told you didn't I?"

She says with a playful smirk

"I needed some good entertainment"

She chuckled to herself, her eyes hiding a mystery to them that Jinu couldn't seem to solve, at least not yet.

Her eyes flickered to the side, flickering with amusement as she pointed the glass at the spot beside him, where a familiar Tiger with quite a derpy expression made his appearance.

On top of his head sat another familiar face of a bird wearing a cute Gat.

"I was also interested in that little cub of yours"

She says, cooing when the Tiger slowly made his way towards her.

"Sweetest baby"

She whispers, letting the large Tiger practically lay himself on top of her, he let's out soft purrs nuzzling his head against her chin.

The bird cawed at his companion, flying over to sit on the backrest of the couch.

His eyes glaring at the Tiger, silently judging him for being so oblivious to the obvious danger, who was currently smothering him with scratches.

Jinu raised an eyebrow at the sight, not knowing how to feel about his large cat getting swept away so easily. So much for loyalty.

Garam slowly turned his head to the side, watching how Y/n smothered the Tiger with pets and small forehead kisses, unintentionally covering his blue furr with red lip marks.

His lips twitched a bit.

She didn't even notice how he slowly scooted closer to her on the couch.

"You're just the sweetest little thing, yes you are~"

She praised, finding a spot underneath his chin that made his purrs grow louder. Oblivious to the fact that the Saja next to her was quietly trying to get her attention as well.

Jinu shakes his head, letting out a deep sigh before turning around

Quite possibly to find a room where he could plan more clearly without any distractions.

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Taglist💋: @gremlinartstudio @nisarelle @enerofairy @ajunoiseee @whodis-26

[concretejunglefm]

Summary: After hearing about your new boyfriend, Jolly offers to help the two of you when it comes to pleasuring you.

Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x f!reader x Noah Sebastian

CW: includes mention of unprotected sex (p in v & a), edging (emphasis on the journey not the destination), fingering with rings on (m and f receiving), oral (m receiving), creampie, cumplay, dbf!jolly, teenage crush mention and slight age gap vibes (reader is over 21), bf!noah, dom!jolly vibes, partner sharing, alcohol, threesome, aftercare included.

WC: 4.2k

AN: thanks to brainrot provided by @somebodyels3 💕

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

“Enjoy the view, darling?” Jolly’s voice drifts in from behind you as you gaze out the window overlooking the city. Turning to face him, you let out a soft hum.

“It’s beautiful up here,” you muse, taking in the sight of the two glasses of wine he’s holding up. He offers one to you, and as he steps forward, you accept it. Your fingers brush his, sending a slight jolt of electricity through you.

“Very beautiful.”

There’s a slight smile forming across his lips, and something tells you he isn’t referring to the view—at least not the one outside. His eyes rake over you with such intensity it makes your skin flush and butterflies swirl in your stomach.

It would be a lie to say you hadn’t had a crush on Jolly, even long before now, but especially now. The man was like wine: only getting better with age.

You hold your glass without taking a sip, and he gestures toward the couch. When he invited you over tonight, it had been under the guise of dinner and a catch-up. He was a friend of your dad’s, and yet, you’d always felt like you were the one person he truly wanted to see. That alone made you feel special, sending that schoolgirl type flutter back into your chest.

You take a seat on the spot he gently pats, smoothing his hand over it as if to ensure comfort. The moment you do, he shifts closer, but only until your knees are touching, and your skirt rides up just slightly, revealing the faint lace trim of your stockings.

In truth, you’d planned to visit your boyfriend, Noah, after this. At least, that’s what you told yourself while pulling on your best ensemble—something you’d hoped would catch attention, and it had. Jolly’s eyes were focused, darkened with something like heat as he didn’t even try to hide the way he admired your exposed skin.

There’s appreciation in his gaze, something soft nestled within the hunger.

Clearing his throat, he takes a sip of his wine and leans back against the couch, draping one arm casually across the back of it. “So, how are things?”

You quickly settle into the ease of conversation, updating him about life and work—until he hones in on the question that’s clearly been on his mind.

“So, I hear you have a boyfriend?”

Suddenly, you feel yourself growing flustered and shy, tucking your hair behind your ear as you shift in place.

“Yeah…” you mumble, unsure why the question makes you feel so suddenly nervous. Normally, you’d be happily boasting about Noah, his talents, his sweetness, but with Jolly, the words seem to stick.

“Come on now, darling. There’s no need to be shy with me.” He gently coaxes, the backs of his fingers brushing faintly along the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I do,” you finally nod, leaning forward to set the untouched glass of wine on the coffee table before leaning back—subconsciously shifting closer toward him.

“I hope he’s treating you well then. Taking good care of you,” he murmurs, his fingers still tracing slow paths across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Is he your first?”

Your gaze drops, and you shake your head slightly.

“We, uh… we haven’t…” You stammer, shy and uncertain. “We haven’t done much.”

You tug at the edge of your skirt as it rides higher, a nervous fidget.

“Well, he’s at least made you orgasm, right?”

The question comes so boldly that your eyes widen. Your gaze snaps to his face, but Jolly just holds that familiar, unreadable smile—his tone serious, as if it’s a matter of urgency.

“Well?”

You clear your throat, but then he says your name, and the way it rolls off his tongue, soft and accented, makes your stomach flip. Your eyes flicker to his wine stained lips, and you lick your own before you can stop yourself.

He leans in slightly, fingers gently brushing your hair back behind your ear.

“Maybe he needs to be taught a thing or two about pleasing his woman.”

You let out a soft scoff—part nerves, part disbelief at his boldness.

“Yeah, right. That’s funny.”

But his tone tells you he isn’t joking.

“Darling,” he says, voice low, certain. “I’m serious.”

Somehow, you manage to find the courage to text Noah and ask him to come over, sending him the address along with a message: someone important to me wants to meet you. You’ve only ever mentioned Jolly briefly, not because he isn’t important to you, but because he is. Somehow, that makes you want to keep him separate, untouched by the rest of your life. He’s always been your escape, your refuge, and now, you’re bringing the two people who mean the most to you together.

“You need to relax,” Jolly suggests, shifting closer. Your thighs are now practically touching as he raises his glass of wine, offering you a sip from his instead of the one you’d discarded earlier.

“Just a sip, darling. It’ll help,” he assures you, and you believe him. You always do. There’s something about the warmth in those brown eyes that melts you. With a soft nod, you lean forward, feeling the cool press of glass at your lips as he guides it gently, letting you drink before pulling it away again.

Then, he surprises you.

Cupping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, he holds you steady as he leans in and kisses you. His tongue swipes at the seam of your lips, seeking entry, licking into your mouth for the lingering taste of wine, for a taste of you, while sharing what still lingers on his tongue with you.

You can’t help the moan that slips out. The way he kisses is so different from Noah. It’s sensual and hungry, devouring, and your thighs press together involuntarily. There should be guilt clawing its way up your throat right now, but instead, all that rises is another moan. Your fingers reach out, gripping the front of his shirt, curling into the fabric as you tug him closer.

This is what it’s like to kiss a man, you think. It feels like a dream come true, like the teenage crush you always carried inside you has finally erupted, scattering into a million little hearts. You’re sure they’d be visible around your head, or glowing in your eyes, when you pull back to look at him, completely captivated by the sight of the gentle yet domineering man sitting beside you.

“I don’t understand what you’re proposing,” Noah says, brow furrowed as he looks down at Jolly, who’s relaxed in his seat, arm draped casually along the back of the couch, his hand resting on your shoulder in a way that feels casually possessive. As though you’re his, not Noah’s.

“To help you,” Jolly replies with a shrug, completely unfazed by his own vagueness.

“I think I know how to fuck my girlfriend,” Noah scoffs, clearly offended.

You turn your head away, already flushed with embarrassment, especially as Jolly asks his next question.

“Oh, really? And what about making her cum?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Have you given her an orgasm?”

Noah’s mouth opens—first in shock—before he manages to croak out, “Of course I have! What kind of question is that?!”

“Are you sure about that?” Jolly’s tone drips with smugness, like he already knows the truth, knows the thing you’ve kept from Noah all this time, and you can’t help the wave of guilt that washes over you, because Jolly does know. He knows that, despite how sweet and perfect Noah is in every other way, he’s never truly satisfied you sexually, and you’ve lied—kept that truth hidden for so long, too afraid of bruising his ego to ever say a word.

His apartment could easily be written off as a typical bachelor pad, but the fully stocked fridge, the clearly well used kitchen, and the culinary skills he showed off tonight say otherwise. The bathroom is neatly organized, stocked with grooming essentials for both himself and his guests, and the satin sheets that greet you upon entering the bedroom are the final touch. It’s clear he takes great care of those he invites into his space, and tonight, that includes you and Noah.

While Noah lays back on the bed to watch, Jolly takes his time undressing you. He starts with your top, a strappy little thing that accentuated your chest, chosen with intent. You come close to feeling self-conscious the moment you’re bare, but Jolly doesn’t give the insecurity time to settle. His hands are on you immediately, cradling your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples while his mouth trails soft, faint kisses along your shoulder and neck. All the while, he’s murmuring the sweetest things against your skin—directed not only to you, but to Noah, narrating what he’s doing, guiding him in how to make you melt with barely a touch.

By the time you’re fully undressed—even your stockings slowly rolled down along your thighs by Jolly’s appreciative hands and mouth, you’re stretched out across his satin sheets, completely naked, bathed in the heat of his hungry gaze. Noah watches nearby, a little more bashful, but no less captivated.

“Darling, you’re going to tell me what you like, okay? I mean it—you tell me when you do or don’t like something.”

You nod, and you can see it in his eyes, there’s no hidden agenda. All Jolly cares about in this moment is your pleasure, and somehow, that only adds to the heat already curling low in your belly.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, the soft praise making your chest flutter. It’s enough to make you want more, to chase whatever else he has to give you.

“Now, show me what you do,” he instructs—directed at Noah, who suddenly looks a little more embarrassed, like he’s ready to say no, but he shifts on the bed to one side of you, spreading your legs apart as his fingers glide up along the inside of your thigh.

You already know what he plans to do. It’s always the same: a little light petting, followed by the awkward way he tries to finger you—rubbing everywhere except your clit, until you’re left flopping around like a dead fish, desperate for him to just keep his fingers where you actually need them.

The sound you make is soft, not exaggerated, but it’s fake, and Jolly catches it.

You hear the faint click of his tongue. “I thought I told you to speak up when you weren’t enjoying something,” he reminds you.

But it’s Noah who interjects. “What do you mean? She loves when I do that!”

“Do you?” Jolly asks, and your stomach twists. You want to hide, bury your face away. Instead, you turn from Noah and give a slight shake of your head.

“Let me show you what you’re doing wrong.” Jolly shifts to the other side of you, gently moving Noah’s hand away from between your legs to replace it with his own. His touch is slow, deliberate, his fingers stroking over your folds with a confidence that makes your hips arch and a gasp slip from your lips. It’s a new kind of sensation—rougher, more sure than Noah’s ever felt.

Then he presses in and finds your clit, and it’s like a burst of electricity. Your eyes roll back as he begins to circle it slowly, gathering just enough of your arousal to slick his fingers before returning to focus on that sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Nice and slow, just like this. Understand?”

From beneath your hooded eyelids, you catch a glimpse of Noah watching, completely hypnotized by the sight. The bulge in his jeans is prominent, straining against the fabric. Reaching out, you rub your hand over it, teasing him through the denim while leaning further into Jolly’s touch, letting his fingers do all the work of pulling you apart.

It’s a slow build, nothing too intense, and that’s always how an orgasm has felt for you. The buildup has always been the best part, at least when it comes to masturbation. While your friends often spoke about how easily they could climax, some even multiple times in a row, you were different. You could edge for hours, content to hover at the brink until finally tipping over. It was about the journey for you—and you tell Jolly as much, as he gently coaxes it from you.

“So you prefer edging, darling?” he murmurs.

You nod, a soft moan slipping from your lips.

“Then allow us to edge you all night long.”

From Jolly, it sounds like the sweetest promise.

He leans in, capturing your mouth in a kiss that’s deep and sensual, stealing another moan from you, especially as his fingers sink into your cunt, filling you until you feel the cool press of his rings inside you. While Noah’s fingers might be longer, Jolly’s are thicker, filling you in a way that makes you feel stretched and needy, and his skill is unmatched—the way he curls his fingers, stroking right behind your clit, rubbing that sweet, sensitive spot until your hips are bucking with desperate need.

“Let me fuck you,” he groans against your lips.

All you can manage is a breathless, broken, “Please.”

You half expected Noah to refuse, to say he wanted all of this to stop, but now, after watching them undress, you’re the one on your knees, chest pressed into the pillows, ass in the air, with Noah lying beneath you, his head between your thighs, both you and Jolly essentially straddling him.

“Now, I want you to pay attention,” Jolly tells Noah, who can only moan in response as Jolly sinks his cock into his mouth, using your boyfriend as his own personal means to wet his cock in preparation.

“You’re gonna watch the way I fuck her, and learn a thing or two. Understand?” Jolly grunts, thrusting down into Noah’s mouth, pushing to the back of his throat before pulling out, a string of saliva still clinging to the tip.

That same tip then drags against your folds, coating you with the slick mix before he lines himself up, and with a slow, steady push, he inches into you.

You moan, hands fisting the sheets beneath you as your hips instinctively press back to meet him.

“Fuck, even this wet, you’re still so tight,” Jolly groans, one hand gripping the back of your neck gently while the other steadies your hip. He sinks in slowly, filling you to the hilt, staying there for a moment just to feel the way your walls clench around him—as if trying to pull him in deeper.

“You feel nice and full, darling?” he purrs, leaning over to nip at your shoulder before drawing back and slamming into you with force.

The sudden impact knocks the air from your lungs, a loud moan escaping as your eyes roll back. You match the rhythm of his thrusts, the drag of his cock along your walls only intensifying the pressure building in your belly.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this perfect pussy of yours. How long I’ve been dying to fuck you,” he pants, groaning between each thrust. His pace grows faster, rougher, holding your body in place as he drives into you.

Beneath you, Noah’s eyes stay fixed on the way Jolly’s cock moves in and out of your soaked cunt, the wet sound, the way his balls smack against you—it’s all too much. His hand fists his own cock, stroking quickly, until desperation takes over. He leans up, tongue out, first pressing to your clit and then dragging lower, licking along Jolly’s cock with every thrust, tasting the mix of both of you.

“Fuck, you dirty boy,” Jolly says in a surprisingly pleasant tone, catching the movement of Noah’s tongue. His hand shifts from your hip to beneath Noah’s head, holding him firmly in place as his tongue laps quickly and desperately.

Jolly’s thrusts slow—lazy, teasing—as he begins to alternate between dipping his cock into Noah’s mouth for an extra taste of you, then driving it back into your cunt with deep, deliberate strokes. The rhythm is intoxicating. If you could see beneath you, it would look like something straight out of a porno—the way Jolly uses Noah’s mouth like that, feeding him your taste before sliding back into you again, over and over.

Each thrust stretches you, fills you, while Noah obediently laps at Jolly’s cock each time it leaves you, craving more. It’s filthy, intimate, and overwhelming.

Jolly groans as the pleasure builds, his thrusts beginning to stutter, hips chasing the white hot coil tightening in his belly—ready to snap, and when it does, he buries himself deep, cock twitching inside you as he spills into you with a raw grunt.

“Fuck… gonna fill you up. Finally make you mine,” he murmurs, voice thick with pleasure.

He stays there for a moment, buried deep, before slowly pulling out. With one hand, he gently guides Noah’s head between your thighs and gives a single command: “Clean it all up.”

And Noah does—obediently, eagerly. His tongue meets your hole just as Jolly’s cum begins to leak out of you, licking it up without hesitation. He buries his tongue deep, intent on pushing out more, moaning softly against you. His nose brushes your already sensitive clit, sending another ripple of pleasure coursing through you.

You never thought you’d witness a sight like this—your boyfriend on all fours, his ass cheeks spread as Jolly fingers him. Two fingers, two knuckles deep, working him open with slow, deliberate care.

“Kiss him,” Jolly instructs.

You shift closer, cupping Noah’s face and lifting his head. “Look at me, baby,” you murmur, watching the way his eyes roll back as a moan escapes his lips from the way Jolly’s fingers curl inside him.

“Fuck…” he pants.

Just before you press your mouth to his, you hear Jolly’s quiet, almost smug quip: “That’s what I plan to do.”

It’s dirty, sensual, and somehow it only adds to the heat of the moment. He adds another generous amount of lube as he continues to work Noah open, slowly, thoroughly, preparing him for what’s to come, while you kiss him, slow and deep, just the way Jolly had been guiding you through all night. Your tongue glides with Noah’s, licking into his mouth, drawing a moan from deep in your throat at the intimacy of it alone.

Once Jolly is satisfied with how hard Noah is, and how well his hole has been worked open, he begins guiding you both into position. You lie back against the pillows, thighs spread wide, with Noah kneeling between them.

“You’re going to sink into her first,” Jolly says, voice low and steady, “and then I’m going to sink into you. Understand?”

You both murmur your agreement, breathless with anticipation.

As Noah leans over you, you reach for him instinctively, while Jolly’s hand slips between your bodies. He strokes more lube over Noah’s cock before lining him up, rubbing the tip between your folds, teasing your clit until your hips jolt in response.

“Nice and slow,” Jolly whispers into Noah’s ear, giving his lobe a light nip.

Noah obeys, slowly sinking into you. Your walls clench around him on instinct, your eyes fluttering shut and rolling back as pleasure rushes through you. Behind him, Jolly’s hands settle on his hips, guiding him forward until he bottoms out completely inside you.

“Now hold,” Jolly says firmly, pausing with his hands still gripping Noah.

“Good boy,” he murmurs, and you feel the way that praise makes Noah’s cock twitch inside you.

Jolly’s hand caresses over Noah’s ass before moving behind him. With one hand, he spreads him open and lines up his cock, still slick with your arousal from when he’d just been fucking you, now freshly coated in lube. He presses the flushed tip against Noah’s tight hole. “Deep breath,” he murmurs.

Noah follows his instruction, fingers digging into your hips as Jolly slowly inches forward, feeling the tight stretch of Noah around him.

“Fuck!” Noah groans.

You cup his face in your hands again, cradling him close as his forehead presses to yours.

“It feels…”

“Yeah, baby? How does it feel?” you coax, your voice soft with encouragement, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

“So good,” he whispers, eyes rolling back the moment Jolly bottoms out, fully seated inside him.

One of Jolly’s hands strokes along Noah’s tattooed back, gentle and soothing. “Now, when I draw back, you’re gonna follow with your hips, and when I thrust, you’ll do the same. Okay?” Jolly explains, his voice low and deliberate.

Your fingers curl into Noah’s hair, tugging gently as you pull his head back. “Do you understand, baby?” you murmur.

He nods with a soft hum of acknowledgment.

Leaning up, you catch his lower lip between your teeth and tug, coaxing a low moan from him. He trembles above you as Jolly slowly drags his cock back, and Noah does his best to follow, thrusting deeply forward once again—right into you.

It makes you moan, the way his hips crash against yours, how deeply he reaches. Your legs instinctively lift higher, wrapping around him. Jolly’s hand grips Noah’s hip for control, the other caressing along your calf and up your thigh.

“That’s it. Just follow me—we’re gonna fuck her real good together,” Jolly purrs.

The words alone make you clench around Noah’s cock, trembling beneath the both of them, feeling every thrust of Jolly’s cock into Noah and how deeply it affects him—how deeply it affects you.

You feel it coming—the way it always does. The relentless thrusts from Jolly drive Noah’s hips forward, burying him deeper into you, over and over. The tight coil in your stomach starts to wind tighter, your orgasm inching closer with every deep stroke between your walls. Your hips arch to meet Noah’s, chasing the wave that’s building.

“That’s it, baby—fuck, I feel it. I’m so close,” you moan, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging roughly as his cock twitches and throbs inside you.

Just as you’re about to beg for your clit to be touched, it’s Jolly who reaches between your legs—his fingers finding your clit and rubbing in perfect, deliberate circles, following the rhythm of your moans. He thrusts hard and fast into Noah, who falters, bucking forward into you as his own climax begins to creep closer.

“Not yet,” Jolly growls. “Gotta let her cum first. Learn to be a gentleman.”

It’s a taunt, but every thrust of his cock against Noah’s prostate has him teetering on the edge, and then, you fall apart first.

Your climax crashes over you, thighs trembling, fingers scratching at Noah’s back as your head tips back into the pillows. You cry out, moaning loudly as pleasure erupts through every inch of your body.

It sets off a chain reaction.

Your pussy clenches around Noah’s cock, milking him as he cums deep inside you, adding to the mess Jolly already left behind. The way Noah tightens around Jolly pushes him over too, groaning as he spills inside Noah, filling him completely.

Three bodies moving, moaning, trembling—lost in each other.

It’s Jolly who moves first, slipping from Noah before reaching between your thighs to gently guide Noah out of you. He leans over, sharing the most intimate of kisses with you, then softly encourages Noah to do the same. A small gesture, but one that helps ease the weight of the comedown, making you feel cared for and seen.

Jolly feels like a different man now. After the slightly domineering control he held over Noah earlier, he shifts effortlessly into gentleness—tender and attentive with you both. He ushers you from the bedroom into the bathroom, helping you into the shower, even going so far as to support your jelly legs with practiced ease.

He doesn’t miss a beat, tending to you both with quiet care—washing you, guiding you closer to each other, encouraging shared touches, and doting on you with affection and soft spoken praise.

“You did so well. I’m so proud of you,” he whispers to Noah while lathering shampoo through his hair, fingers gently massaging his scalp. You lean in close, an arm wrapped around Noah’s waist, watching Jolly with eyes full of warmth—like a lovesick teenager.

Noah practically preens at the praise, melting under Jolly’s touch. He’s gone from reluctant participant to someone who now wants more—seeking Jolly out with quiet longing.

When it’s your turn, you’re met with extra kisses—one from Jolly, then from Noah. Their fingers work gently through your hair, soothing and sensual. Sweet words are whispered from both sides, but it’s Noah’s soft coo that leaves you feeling warm and gooey inside, your chest full of something tender and deeply content.

Once finished, Jolly leaves you both to change into the clothes he’s provided—a T-shirt for you and a pair of boxers for Noah, while he takes a moment to change the bedding to something fresh after your evening together. When everything is ready, he ushers you both into bed.

You sink between them with a contented sigh, your head resting against Noah’s chest as his arm wraps around you—possessive and comforting. His fingers trace gentle patterns across your skin, grounding you. On your other side, Jolly presses close, draping an arm over you and letting his fingers rest against Noah’s side, offering you both the same steady warmth and care.

Your eyes grow heavier, sleep pulling you deeper as you melt into the safety of their touch. Just before you drift off completely, you hear Noah’s soft voice break the quiet.

“Maybe… you can show us more next time.”

[bluewxrld07]

We Can't Be Friends - Insta AU (2)

Charles Leclerc X ex!Reader

Summary: The iconic couple, Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc, break up after five years of being together. Y/N releases a new song soon after the tabloids have released the information of their breakup, causing lots of controversy about where they both stand post their calling quits.

Warning(s): angst, hinting at heartbreak (Ariana Grande as our face claim)

ynln just posted some photos!

Location : Paris, France

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ynln : Fashion Weeeeeek in Paris :) Also got to sing some new music coming soon too 👀🤗

More to come 🫶🏼

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user Mother is slaying the game with these fits I fear

user She's literally so cute! 🥹🥹

user She looks so happy awww

yourbff Idk which song I'm ready for😩😮‍💨🙃

user HOW MANY ARE WE GETTING??!

yourbff uhhhh😬

ynln 🤪🤪

user Y'all did anyone else see that Charles is ALSO in Paris???

user He's there with Georgio Armani I'm pretty sure

lando Great, now come visit Monaco😢

ynln omw

lando REALLY😋😋

ynln no 🩵

maxfewtrell Mate, I'm hurting FOR u

user Ok but possible reunion between her and Charles? Especially if she is performing for Fashion week??? ANYONE??😰😰

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fanuser : Y'all, I just met Charles Leclerc?? He's here for Paris Fashion Week???! Are we gonna get a Charyn reunion????? 👀🤩

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user I TOLD YOU ALL

user Guys chiiillll who knows if he and Y/N have even seen one another?

user They defs have, he was there when she performed at the pre-show gala 🙂

user WHAT

user I haven't heard much, but yeah he was there 😮‍💨😮‍💨

ynln just posted a photo!

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ynln : Paris, thanks for having me; Dandelion out now🩵🥹

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user I'M SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S

user "Plant this seed' ?!!?!?!?! MISS Y/N WHAT🧐🧐😟

user Oh y'all she is COOKING I cannot wait

yourbff I can be anything you'd like?? Please??😔

ynln ughhh. I suppose😏🥰

lando Idk if I should be scarred mentally or excited for the rest of the new music coming after this release🤧

ynln Weren't you literally just singing it in the car???

lando WHO TOLD YOU

ynln maxfewtrell has entered the chat

maxfewtrell oops😋

lando You absolute muppet

ynln It's ok I know you'll never admit you're obsessed🤗🙂‍↔️

lando Sure sure

user Y'all I love this trio so much lmfao

user Why don't her and lando just date

charlesleclerc no

yourbff She's out of his league lets be real😮‍💨

lando WOW OUCH OK ENOUGH

ynln hahahaha

charlesleclerc just posted some photos!

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charlesleclerc : Had some fun during Paris Fashion Week, thanks for the invite georgioarmani

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user FOAMING at the mouth 😩🤩

user Y'all why has this post been frozen on my screen for eight hours

user SO GOOD HE LOOKS SO GOOD

carlossainz My oh my what have we here👀😋

charlesleclerc all for you 😘

lando ayo??? 😔

user I think this is all for someone whose name is ynln

user You might be onto something there

user Y'all there's pap photos of him and Y/N together on his boat??? HELP? SEND HELP??!

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ynln : Now I just can't go where you don't go

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user Y'ALL THAT'S LITERALLY THE SWEATER CHARLES WAS WEARING A COUPLE DAYS AGO

user Omfg they're together y'all DON'T PANIC

user IT'S TIME I'M NOT READY

user WHAT IF THE CAPTION IS ABOUT HIM???! I CAN'T

user Wellll most of her new album I think will be about him lol, there are soooo many signs

yourbff Glowing 💕

ynln Been a while🤗

user OH IT'S SO CONFIRMED GUYS

lando Y'all it's me actually, I'm the one she's talking about 😚😙😝

maxfewtrell You wish you knob

lando LEMME DREAM OK

ynln Let the poor man dream Max🤧🤧

lando YEAH- wait....🙂

maxfewtrell I'm gonna pissa myself from laughing 😭🤣🤣🤣

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ynln : She's out and I'm crying! 🥹🩵🩵😭

Eternal Sunshine is not only one of my top favorite albums, but the most personal one I've made. The one, mon chérie, who inspired most of the music will always be someone I hold dear to my heart.❤️ Many tears were shed while making this, but I wanted you all to feel closer to me in a way I cannot explain. Only sing. I hope you all enjoy it.

I love you 😘

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user WAIT I'M NOT READY 🤧

user AGH THE TEARS 😢😢😢😢

user Oh she absolutely cooked with this I will be ugly crying and staying locked away for the time being 🙂‍↔️

yourbff Such a great album, I can't wait for the world to heal with you😭💕💕

ynln 🥹🤧

user Omfg guys most of these songs have me in an absolute chokehold

charlesleclerc So proud of your accomplishments, cherie. Hard work paid off 🩵

*liked by ynln*

user AYO CHARLES WHAT'RE YOU DOING HERE

user STOP YALL I CAN'T

user Between this album, the possibility of them seeing each other again, and how happy she looks I can't fathom the way my chest cannot take this

[tinytinyblogs]

Hello! Thank you so much for your creativity! I enjoy your work very much. I hope you are healthy and happy!

Can I request a yandere!straykids reaction when their s/o says "you're mine" to them. The S/O's words have a loving and gentle tone rather than possessive, the words are an affirmation that the S/O trusts the yandere!straykids and that they have a strong bond. Will yandere!straykids become more clingy, protective and obsessive, or will they give more freedom when they see that their s/o loves them and wants to spend their life with them?

Thanks again! Sending you virtual biggest hugs and a kiss on the forehead! 💖💕🍨🎂🍰

Say it again...

When you finally fall into his trap and start saying sweet things to Yandere!skz.

Hyung line, Maknae line (coming soon)

💬Finally, I’m back! Honestly, it feels a bit awkward to start writing again, and I’m really sorry for the long delay. Thank you so much for the request, the virtual hugs and kisses, and most of all, your patience while waiting for me. It really means a lot.

Stray Kids Masterlist 1.0 & 2.0

Your insights and reactions make these posts come alive. Love reblogs, comments, and all the good vibes welcome ✨

Chan

“You’re mine, Channie. Don’t ever leave me, okay?” Your voice was soft, trembling with vulnerability, as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. The warmth of your back hug caught Chan off guard, halting his breath for a few seconds. For that brief moment, he froze his heart skipping a beat not from fear, but from the overwhelming wave of emotion that surged through him. Then slowly, he turned around, his arms immediately pulling you into a tight embrace. It was instinctive, intense, and entirely sincere. His smirk, laced with something both amused and dangerously satisfied, curved onto his lips but he made sure to hide it. He pressed your face gently into his chest, letting you feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat while he concealed the expression he wore like a secret. “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice husky, deep with emotion and something more primal. “I’m yours.” The words were simple, but the meaning behind them ran deep much deeper than you likely realized. In his eyes, it was a vow. A declaration. A binding promise. He didn’t just belong to you; you belonged to him just as much, maybe even more. “No one’s going to tear us apart,” he added, his tone darkening just slightly, not with fear, but with unwavering certainty.

“And I’ll make sure everyone knows it.” That was all it took to ignite something inside him—a powerful, undeniable certainty that everything he had ever dreamed of was finally unfolding before him. To be yours completely, and to have you entirely his that was his ultimate desire. His greatest fantasy wasn’t of romance in the conventional sense. It was about belonging. About ownership. About that unbreakable connection that no one could intrude upon. And now, in this quiet yet charged moment, that fantasy was becoming reality. A warm, consuming feeling spread across his chest like wildfire. It wasn’t just love it was something deeper, more intense. Possessiveness. Obsession. Devotion. All of it tangled into one overwhelming emotion that consumed him from within. But he didn’t mind. He welcomed it. Because you were his. Totally his. And even better—you didn’t realize just how deep he had drawn you in. You were falling, willingly, into the world he had created just for the two of you. That blind trust in your eyes only made him cling tighter, hold longer, breathe you in like a drug. He didn’t need to control himself anymore. He had what he wanted. He had you. And in his mind, there was no greater victory. No sweeter feeling. So he held you close, lips brushing the top of your head, hiding the smirk that only grew wider with each second you stayed in his arms. You were his entire world and now, finally, he had become yours too.

Minho

“Of course you’re mine, remember?” you said with a light laugh, your voice playfully teasing as you watched Minho moving around the kitchen. There was something undeniably charming about the way he cooked just for you focused, calm, and effortlessly graceful. Your giggles echoed softly through the space, breaking the quiet rhythm of his movements. But then, something changed. The moment your words reached him, his hand froze mid-motion, the knife pausing above the cutting board. He didn’t say anything right away. Slowly, almost deliberately, Minho set the knife down, the clink of metal against wood echoing in the silence. Then, without a word, he started walking toward you. You blinked in surprise, still sitting at the table, unsure of what to expect. He didn’t rush, but there was intensity in his steps. He reached the table and placed one hand on its surface, leaning forward until his face hovered close to yours, even though the table still stood between you. His gaze was locked onto you sharp, unwavering, and filled with something deeper than amusement. “Right,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “I’m always yours.” There was a weight to his words, a gravity that made your heart skip a beat. His eyes never left yours, as if he were trying to memorize your expression at that exact moment.

“That’s such a sweet thing to hear from you, darling,” he murmured, his tone growing heavier with every word. It was more than just happiness. It was something deeper, something more profound. He wasn’t just touched by your words he was moved by them, as if they confirmed everything he had always believed. You were his. From the very beginning, whether you had known it or not, you had always belonged to him. He had claimed you with every glance, every subtle action, every moment spent in your presence. And now, hearing those words from your lips it felt like a silent victory. He had played the long game, gentle and patient, and now he had finally won. Minho’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek with such tenderness that it made your breath hitch. His touch was warm, almost reverent, but there was something possessive hidden beneath the softness. “And I’ll always be yours,” he whispered, his thumb lingering on your skin. “I’ll never let you go.” It wasn’t just a statement it felt like a vow. Or maybe it was a promise he made to himself long ago, now spoken aloud. In that moment, there was no denying it: you were his entire world. And he was ready to do whatever it took to keep it that way. The kitchen fell quiet again, but the silence was no longer empty. It was filled with something powerful and unspoken an understanding that neither of you needed to voice. Because now, you both knew exactly where you stood with each other. Forever.

Changbin

“What are you looking at? I’m right here, Binnie. You should be looking at me and only me,” you teased playfully, leaning over to sneak a glance at his phone screen. Your tone was light, your smile mischievous, but your words struck something deep within Changbin. He froze for a moment, caught off guard. Slowly, he turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours with a sharp intensity that hadn’t been there just seconds before. “You’re right,” he said, voice low but firm. “You’re right here… and you’re mine. Only mine.” He didn’t even realize it at first, but his fingers had tightened around his phone gripping it so hard that the edges of the device dug into his skin. It wasn’t anger that made him hold it like that. It was something warmer, yet far more consuming. A rush of emotions swirled inside him affection, longing, and something darker, something more possessive. You were right there in front of him, laughing like you always did, unaware of just how deeply you were already embedded in his heart.

Without a second thought, Changbin set the phone down and reached out, his hand cradling your cheek with a gentleness that contrasted with the storm inside him. His thumb brushed softly across your skin as he studied your face with such focus it made you blink. “I think…” he started, pausing as if carefully choosing his words, “I think I need to give you more of my attention. All of it, actually. I should be loving you all the time.” His voice was quiet, almost as if he wasn’t saying it to you, but swearing it to himself. A silent vow that, from this point on, nothing else would come before you. He didn’t know if it was a good thing for you or for him but he was certain about one thing: he wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. Not ever. To him, the world had narrowed down to a single point you. And in this world he was building, this space made just for the two of you, there would be no distance, no silence, no one else. Just you and Changbin. Always. His gaze told you what he didn’t say aloud: from now on, he would be everywhere. In your view, in your thoughts, in every quiet moment. His presence wouldn’t fade when you walked away; it would follow, lingering like a shadow, always watching, always close. There would be no more freedom in the way you once knew it because loving Changbin came with the price of being loved intensely in return. And in his love, there was no room for anyone else. Just you. Just him. Forever.

Hyunjin

The moment the words leave your lips soft and sincere telling Hyunjin that he’s yours, everything about him changes. His eyes light up like stars, his heart soars, and it’s as if the whole world suddenly makes sense to him. Just hearing that you claim him, that he belongs to you, sends him over the moon. Without even realizing it, he tightens his hold on your hand, squeezing it gently but firmly as you walk side by side. That small action speaks volumes how deeply he cares, how safe he feels with you, and how much it means to him to be yours. There’s something beautiful in how he holds on, like you’re his anchor and his sanctuary all at once. With those few simple words, you’ve earned something rare from Hyunjin: his complete trust. And that trust gives you a little more space, a bit more freedom, even if he still follows you around like a devoted puppy. He can’t help it he’s head over heels for you, completely and utterly enchanted by everything you do. The way you smile, the sound of your voice, even your quiet moments he wants to be part of it all. He’s not overbearing, but his presence is constant. He just needs to be near you.

Not to control you, but because he simply feels better when you’re close. He’s the kind of person who finds peace in your nearness, who feels at ease knowing you’re safe by his side. That’s why, even if you express a desire to go out or spend time away from him, he’ll nod and agree so long as he can be with you. To Hyunjin, being yours isn’t just a label. It’s a feeling that consumes him, fills him with warmth, and makes everything seem brighter. He doesn’t need grand declarations or dramatic displays; just knowing he’s yours is more than enough to make him feel complete. And though he gives you the room to breathe and move freely, he’s always nearby watching, waiting, loving. He’s the kind of person who won’t demand all of your time, but will treasure every second you willingly give. And if you reach for him, even just a glance or a touch, he’ll be there smiling, blushing, and ready to follow you anywhere. Hyunjin’s love is soft but steadfast. It's full of tenderness and quiet devotion. He’ll walk beside you, hold your hand a little tighter when you're unsure, and smile like he’s the luckiest person alive just because you looked his way. And now that you’ve told him he’s yours, there’s no going back. Because from this moment forward, Hyunjin is yours completely and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[delopsia]

June 26th thru July 10th Event Masterlist 🍑

Wah! Thank you all so much for 2,000 followers 😭💕 Oh my goodness, I can't believe there are so many of you! I'm so happy that you're all here with me 🍓

To celebrate, Fernwell Creek Farms is opening its doors to the public and hosting a little farm-themed festival! Pick a date (or two! if that suits your fancy) and pick an activity to share together! Take a relaxing horseback ride down by the creek, or stick around to feed the cows a snack!

Don't feel like sending anything? That's okay; a new warmup drabble will be posted for the first eight days of the event! Keep an eye out for it in the event tag, or let it stumble upon you by chance! 🍋

Anonymous asks are more than welcome in this event!

choose your date(s)

Rhett Abbott Robert "Bob" Floyd Miles Miller Harrison Knott Robert Reynolds

choose an activity

Horseback Riding — Send any kind of thought or request for your rider(s) Berry Picking — Ask me to write an additional drabble for one of my completed fics Cattle Herding — Choose your rider(s), and I'll give you a headcanon for them Hayride — Choose your rider(s) and a title, and I'll write you a short drabble Feed the Cows — Give me a prompt for your rider(s) and I'll write a drabble with it Square Dancing — Ask me to expand upon one of the 8 daily event drabbles Apple Bobbing — Send me a "🍎" emoji and I'll make you a moodboard of your rider Plant a Seed — Send me a "🌱" emoji and I'll make a four-image moodboard based on what your blog makes me think of

*drabbles are usually around 300-words, but may be longer

8 days of drabbles schedule

defined by the first titles I could come up with

June 27th - Heat Wave June 28th - PBR Frights June 29th - Bob's Hiding Something June 30th - Legs July 1st - Outlaw, Sheriff, Dishwasher July 2nd - An Abuse of Portals July 3rd - Closing Shift July 4th - (Unplanned) Foaling Season

You're welcome to send anything you'd like! Fluff, smut, something in between, rare ships, multiple characters, it's all up to you 💛

Thank you all so much for joining me! I hope you have fun ^w^ 💐

Event Tag: #del's fernwell creek farms event

*Dividers by strangergraphics and sweetmelodygraphics

[nameismizuki]

@higanbanahime sent me this wood burning art for our art trade AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! THIS LOOKS AMAZING AND I LOVE IT 😭💕❤️✨✨

I didn't really expect that you'll actually send it to me(since we both live in a different country), I appreciate all the time and effort you've done for this piece, will definitely display this in my room and treasure it forever 🥹🫶

[writing-whump]

I am the biggest fan of arranged marriage becomes real love and I hope that something they’ll happen between Melissa and Dominick. It’ll probably take a while, but my fingers are crossed 🤞

So I was wondering, could you write a fic where they are maybe talking about the logistics of their plan and what not and Dominick gets one of his attacks that he got in the fic that we were introduced to him and Melissa has to be the caretaker?

I'm so excited about this ask, thank you for sending it! I LOVE the arranged marriage/fake relationship becoming real too!!🙈💕

Too Late to Lie

"Are you sure about this one?"

Melissa rolled her eyes as Dominick paced the apartment Isaiah had offered her, his critical gaze making the whole thing almost funny.

"Yes."

"Look at how old the furniture is."

Actually, it wasn't half as old as anything she looked for on her own when she sought to rent an apartment for herself. This was in great condition, and the main advantage was, she could move right in.

"Isn't it too small?" Dominick continued, his steps echoing through the living room wooden floor.

"It's more than enough for me and Marcie," she assured him, throwing her loose straight red hair behind her shoulder. Then she stopped, when the idea hit her. "If you don't...do you want to move in too?"

Dominick froze in place, back to her. She could tell by how he rolled his shoulders he was fighting off a reaction he didn't want her to see.

As expected, he turned around wearing that confident smile and the same cheeky glint in his eyes. "It's not really my style."

"Not because of- I mean, if it wouldn't be- wouldn't feel safer for you." She rubbed her palms together, despite the heat. Yes, safe that was the right word. "What if someone goes after you too?"

"I don't think I'm an interesting target. Besides, I have lots of security in all of my apartments."

Melissa didn't want to shoot down his security systems, but it seemed too little against wolves. Or witches.

"Only..." he hesitated, walking in a circle around the living room all the way to the kitchen. "Only if you felt safer. With me here. I'm only 15 minutes down the road though and I can come anytime you call me."

She nodded. She didn't want to put more pressure on him. When there wasn't an audience, his confident shark mask mellowed down a lot. It was easier to talk to him then.

"You don't have to live in the same place, if you don't feel comfortable...yet. But we are going to live in one place...that would help with the marriage story, wouldn't it?"

Dominick's hand went along the counter, seeing how dusty it was. "I have a place for us. Two floors, four bathrooms, someone to cook and clean. You will have every comfort in the world."

Ah. So they were going to live separate lives. Everything planned out so they wouldn't have to bump into each other for anything.

"We don't have to push it yet," she relented. "We can live here with Marcie until the wedding and see what happens then."

He nodded, not looking at her. "I will...I'll get different design suggestions for the place and let you choose what you like. So you can set it up to your taste. I can get it done under a week."

She nodded although she thought it was unnecessary. That was usually they worked since the engagement. All these acts of services. Making sure she knew he would give and arrange her with all possible comforts he could think of.

As if he were paying for every minute of her presence in luxury.em

Everything in her name, to her taste. It was a princess treatment she hadn't imagined in her wildest dreams. She was the fetch girl all her life, she was always proving herself with skills and hard work. It was disconcerting as hell.

Was she trying to show her his power? Capabilities? How rich and connected he was?

Or was it for her sake? Did it bother him what Isaiah said at the meeting? About pretending he cared?

He usually shook off such comments with ease, but something seemed...off today. He was meeting her eyes less, hunched over more and he was constantly moving, like he couldn't sit still.

Melissa liked the place already though. She would pack her and Marcie's things and they could move in here this week already. Let the storm pass.

She was so anxious about it she wished she could speed it up, so it could be over sooner.

His phone rang. He looked at it and then at her, uncharacteristically hesistsnt.

"It's okay," she waved her hands. "It's all done for today. You can go, if you need to."

He looked torn taking the call, then let his hand with the phone down, watching her. "If you woudl like me to...but I don't want to make you nervous by forcing my presence here before you are ready. You have enough to deal with it as it is."

Melissa nodded as he walked into the other room, his voice booming through the walls.

He was good at making things sound like favors — like he was being considerate and thoughtful, when really he wasn’t ready to stay.

...

Melissa didn’t wait for the sound of the front door closing. She curled up on the couch with her arms around one of the throw pillows and let her mind spin in slow, anxious circles until it ran itself out.

She must have drifted off.

When she woke up, the light had shifted. Evening had bled into night, and the air in the apartment felt heavier.

She stretched stiffly and rubbed her eyes — and that’s when she noticed.

The door was still locked from the inside. His shoes were still by the door.

He never left.

She stood slowly, tension creeping up her spine. "Dominick?" she called, moving toward the hall. No answer.

She found him in the bathroom. The light was still on.

He was sitting on the closed toilet lid, bent forward, his elbows on his knees, one hand pressed to his temple. His suit jacket was hanging from the doorknob, and his tie had been loosened, collar damp with sweat.

When he looked up, his eyes were glassy.

"What's wrong?" It felt wrong to step closer. His whole body tensed up and she could see him wince with the pain of straightening, of meeting her gaze with that tiredness. He wasn't bracing for pain, he was swimming in it, soaked with it. There was something terrifying about that awareness, about his dilated pupils.

"I'm fine. Just a headache." He was tilting slightly to the side as if his balance was off, one hand wrapped around the other as if he was holding it straight.

This wasn't new for him. Even the intensity of the pain didn't seem alarming to him. She knew that look from regular patients at the hospital. That resignation.

"You are sweating through your shirt," she observed. Her heart sped up. She wasn't sure how to react. Her clinical doctor side wanted to ask questions, fuss, take care of him. The other wanted to pull back and hide.

She didn’t want to see him weak. Not now — not before the fight they were about to start, the one she’d put all her trust in. In him. In his shark smile and grant promises.

She didn't want a connection from this either. She didn't want to care about this man who held so much power over her life. Saying yes and being mild was hard enough when she didn't care for him.

"Do you have medicine for this?" Melissa asked, trying to stay practical. No need to ask questions she knew he wasn't willing to answer.

How long have you been sick? What hurts? Why? Why are you not fighting it? Why are you not laughing it off? Why?!

"I'm fine," he repeated, his voice sharper now, with jagged edges. "Go home. Leave me be."

She put her hands on her hips, feeling defensive. "Then tell me what kind of help you’d actually accept."

"I don't need your help," he snapped, then groaned, curling his head into his hands.

"Is there anyone else you want me to call?" Melissa said, ignoring the outburst.

A laugh bubbled up. Ironic. "Melissa, please. A headache like this is beneath your attention. Not worth the fuss. I’ll take a short break and head out after."

Such a blatant lie.

If he wanted to take a tiny break he would have lied down in the bedroom, no matter how dusty or unmade it was. He wouldn't have chosen a bathroom.

She scanned him over, his colourless lips, his flushed cheeks, the sweat clinging to his neck and hairline. The tremble in his fingers. The painful frown etched into the forehead that was usually so smooth and composed.

This was not the face he wanted to show her either.

What was she supposed to do? Accept his wishes and leave him to it?

Melissa stepped to the cupboard, looking through it but there were no towels, no washclothes, no linens. No fabric she could use.

Damn it.

She had a light blue blouse over her tank top. The blouse was damp and crumpled from the day, but it would do. The tank underneath was small, a little revealing — but this wasn’t about modesty.

She shrugged off the blouse and put it under the cold water. When it was soaked properly, she turned to him, putting the folded cloth on his nape.

He flinched at the touch, eyes flickering to her now-bare shoulders, the way goosebumps had risen along her arms. "I said-"

"Shut up. We’ve done everything your way today. You don’t get to argue with me now," she said firmly. Her fingers brushed along his cheek and neck, but there was no fever. She focused on his pulse. Elevated, but that could be from the pain.

"Your symptoms."

"Melissa-"

"I can't treat you if I don't know them."

"Does a person not have the right to reject these violating administrations?"

She scoffed. "Why did you choose a doctor for a fiancé then?"

He flinched away from her touch, shuddering. "That's not why and you know it."

"What an added bonus," she said sarcastically.

He was still curled away and tilting even more, like he was about to crumble to the floor. Okay, so the stern approach wasn't working either.

She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. It wasn't the first time her short temper had made her profession difficult. "Look. You don't have to tell me what this is or prove that this is not why you wanted me here. Maybe you didn't. Maybe you just don't trust me. Fine. But I'm already here, so you might as well make it easier on both of us."

Dominick didn’t answer.

His eyes had closed again, brows still pulled tight. His breathing had slowed, but not in a restful way — more like he was trying to shrink into himself. With that amount of sweat dripping from his face he looked like someone about to fall — not asleep, but apart.

Melissa knelt down, slowly as if not to spook him. Not reaching for him, just close enough that he would feel her presence.

"I'm not trying to win," she said quietly. "I just want to help."

That made him shift, barely. His mouth opened, but no words came. Then he swallowed thickly. "I feel dizzy."

She nodded slowly. Not a full explanation, but it was something.

"Do you feel faint?"

"No." He sounded insulted, but then spread his legs a bit, breathing through gritted teeth. "Might...might throw up if I move though."

"See, that's useful information," she said, already looking for something to use for that purpose. There was a bucket for washing floors and a small bin without a bag. She grabbed it from the floor and put it between his legs.

He squinted at the bin with an angry grimace.

"Do you want me to shut off the light?"

"No. Hurts either way."

Melissa stayed crouched in front of him, steadying the bin with one hand. The other hovered near his knee, unsure if touching him would ground or unnerve him more.

Dominick had tipped forward slightly, his hands braced on his thighs now, knuckles white. His breath came in through his nose in shallow, measured drags, like he was trying to bargain with the pain — to breathe around it instead of through it.

His skin was waxy, flushed in uneven patches. Not quite pale, not quite flushed. His body didn’t seem to know what to do with itself.

She reached out slowly and touched his wrist. “Try to keep your head lower than your heart. That might help the dizziness.”

He didn't pull away this time. Didn’t acknowledge it either.

"Tell me what you need," she said again, more softly.

"I need this to be over." Almost a whine. It pulled at something in her chest. Not sympathy, not yet. But something quieter. Something like dread.

Then came the swallow. A hard, audible one. He brought a hand to his mouth, and for the first time, his composure visibly cracked. A burp fought it's way up, making him flinch with it.

Melissa moved the bin closer. "It's okay."

"I don’t—" He shook his head, still resisting. But his shoulders curled inward, and the next breath he took stuttered.

She saw it before it happened — that tilt forward, that helpless shift in his jaw as nausea overtook pride.

And then he was gagging.

The first dry heave was sharp, wracking his whole frame. She pushed the bin into his hands and he grabbed it tightly before the second burp came. A wet, awful sound followed as milky vomit sprayed out.

Melissa didn’t speak. She didn’t reach for him. Just kept one hand lightly on his arm, helping him hold the bin with the other. Half of his face disappeared in that small container. It would have been comical if he didn't sound so pained as another throaty belch brought up a bubble of puke.

He gasped in a shaky breath, then another retch, rough and miserable, echoing in the small bathroom. It sounded like there wasn’t much left in him. Just pain squeezing through muscle.

"Easy," she said softly. "Don’t fight it."

He coughed once, trying to catch his breath between spasms. There was a whine, like he wanted to say something, but wasn't sure what. Something about that defenselessness made her throat tighten.

And then she did reach — brushing the damp hair from his forehead, letting her fingers rest there for just a moment, grounding him.

He was shaking. She hadn’t realized how badly until now.

When the worst of it passed, he stayed slumped over, breathing hard, arms braced on the bin. Melissa carefully eased it from his grip, pushing it away. "Okay. You are okay. Just breathe."

She sat beside him on the floor, her back against the wall.

She didn’t look at him. Just sat there, smoothing her pants. "And the world kept turning," she said into the tense silence.

A snappy, rasping sound came from his throat. Could’ve been a laugh. Could’ve been defeat.

Either way, it wasn’t a protest. Even if just for a moment.

[herewegobebe]

♡ ⋆₊⋆⁺⋆ Happy SHINee 16th Anniversary ⋆⁺⋆₊⋆ ♡

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

Y’all ain’t gonna BELIEVE what happened

[zepskies]

Thank you, my lovely Jules!!! 🥹 You're literally the sweetest 💕

Connecting with people like you is why I got on tumblr tbh. Your questions are always thoughtful and fun, seeing you in my notifs always makes me smile - whether it's your amazing feedback on my stories, commenting on my normal posts, or sending me those thought provoking questions that are always so original and positive 💗

Also as a fellow Latina I always feel extra connected to ya (you get me on that level lol) 😘

I struggle with my anxiety a lot but you’ve always made it feel, not as daunting? idk how to describe it 😭 like there are often points where I can kind of tell someone is getting tired of me and my ramblings lol, but you’ve never made me feel that way :)💙💙 (especially with all the random things I stay asking you 🤣)

Aw I totally understand, but I'm so glad it's not daunting with me lol. I want people to feel like they can talk to me about fics or fandom or whatever, and I never get tired of you! I love your questions!

it reminds me of going to blockbuster and just seeing so many options of your favorite movies yk? (am i making sense 😅😂)

omg PLS that's the best analogy ever - I grew up on going to Blockbuster on Friday nights with my parents 😭🤣💕

I'm so grateful you found me, hun. Like I said, I really love and appreciate your support 💗

also this celebration looks like so much fun!!! you gave us so many options, I don’t even know where to participate lmao 🤣💗

Aw yay!! But also no pressure or anything lol. If you want, least pressure thing is you can ask me a question from that EOY list or on one of my series/one-shots/imagines! Whatever your heart desires.~

I've never actually done this before...

Reaching follower milestones has never really been my main goal here. I hopped over from Ao3 to the Tumblrverse two years ago to share my stories and see if I could connect more with any potential readers. What I didn't know was how amazing SPN (and adjacent Jackles fandoms) would be over here...

How much fun I would have expressing myself, challenging myself to write new things and grow as a writer, and getting to vibe with my readers and other amazing writers.

I now consider some of those special people my friends, and they continue to make my day better every time we interact — whether it's hyping each other up and fangirling in each other's comments and reblog comments, or talking about everything and nothing in our DMs. That support has gotten me through some rough times in the past two years.

So "celebrating" this milestone of over 5,000 followers is really just me saying THANK YOU to everyone who's supported me by reading, commenting, and reblogging my work, helping me brainstorm, giving me inspiration, or just simply being my friend! 💜

⋆˙⟡ WAYS TO PARTICIPATE:

Because you guys know I'm extra af 😂, there are 3 sections to choose from:

⟡ Ask Me Stuff

⟡ Summer Writing Challenge!

⟡ Mini Fic Requests

Ask Me Stuff:

⟡ Let's revisit these EOY Artist/Writer questions. Ask me any of them!

⟡ Ask me anything you want to know about my storyverses: Break Me Down, Unravel Me, Lost On You, Midnight Espresso, Smoke Eater, The Honorable Choice, Every Second Counts, Take Me Home, or any others!

Summer Writing Challenge:

If you're feelin' frisky and wanna join this summer writing challenge of less than 5,000 words before September 1, here's how to play...

💗 Gif Check: I'll send you a gif depending on the character you choose from the list below. Write a story that matches the vibe or completes the "scene." Just shoot me an ask with the character you want to write about, and request a gif!

🎨 Color Prompt: You choose a character from the list below. I'll choose a color palette for you based on what I think your aesthetic is!

🎙️ Songfic: Give me a character + a decade and/or genre of music, and I'll give you a song to match!

**Guidelines:

Submissions with pairings can be Character x Reader, Character x OC, or Character x Character.

(Please no RPF or Wincest.)

Include tags, notes, warnings if necessary - including if it's 18+

Please use the "Keep Reading" break if it's over 500 words.

Max word count 5,000 (for your sanity lol). Minimum 500 words.

Tag @zepskies (me) somewhere in the post.

Include this tag - #Zepskies 5K - within your first 5 tags.

Send me an ask until July 30! Post your fic by September 1.

I will of course read and reblog with my thoughts on your amazing work! If you get a chance, please try to do the same for others who participate. At the end, I will compile a master rec list of each fic submitted. 💜

Mini Fic Requests:

Uno Reverse! 🔄 For these drabbles (1,000 words or less), I will only answer non-anonymous asks so I can verify if you're over 18. Please make sure your age is listed in your bio! 😉

Check out the "characters I currently write for" down below. My inbox will be open for these types of requests from June 27 - July 4 only!

💗 Gif Check: Pick a character from the list and send me a gif! I'll do my best to write you a drabble that matches the vibe.

🎨 Color Prompt: I've been getting a lot of inspo from color aesthetics and moodboards lately. Pick a character from the list and a color. Any color! I'll do my best to write a drabble with that color scheme in mind.

🎙️ Songfic: Most people who know me know that I get a lot of inspo from music. Pick a character from the list and send me a song you think I'd like! I'll do my best to write a drabble that fits the song.

☕️ Characters I currently write for:

(or would like to write for)

⟡ Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester - Supernatural ⟡ Soldier Boy - The Boys ⟡ Mark Meachum - Countdown ⟡ Beau Arlen - Big Sky ⟡ Russell Shaw - Tracker ⟡ Joel Miller - The Last of Us ⟡ Javier Peña - Narcos ⟡ Harry Castillo - The Materialists ⟡ Alec McDowell - Dark Angel ⟡ Jason Teague - Smallville ⟡ Boaz Priestly - 10 Inch Hero ⟡ CJ Braxton - Dawson’s Creek ⟡ Éomer, Aragorn, Haldir, Thranduil - Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit

THANK YOU!! (Part 1)

@luci-in-trenchcoats @lamentationsofalonelypotato @waynes-multiverse @deans-spinster-witch @roseblue373

@wvffles @tofics @kazsrm67 @mostlymarvelgirl

@chevroletdean - Thank you for giving me the idea for the "color" prompts and the guidelines for the writing challenge with your 500 follower celebration!

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@deanbrainrotwritings @alwaystiredandconfused @supernotnatural2005 @kmc1989 @foxyjwls007

[aphroditaeon]

does Levi’s underwear know how lucky it is 😒

[yakny]

COME ON BABY, DON'T FEAR THE REAPER

[pfhwrittes]

ripped straight from the dms with @femalefemur (thank u cyn my beloved)

best friend!johnny mactavish x gender neutral!reader thoughts below...

tw: alcohol mention, pining like whoa, little bit of jealousy, johnny being a possessive little shit, allusions to off-screen sex, fluff, "bonnie" used as a pet name.

unedited and written straight into the drafts for a rush of adrenaline. intended to be gender neutral reader but i may have slipped up somewhere!

word count: 777 words

just thinking about how you and johnny are practically attached at the hip.

he's constantly over your place for takeaways and bad telly or he's dragging you out to clamber up some hill or through a national trust park "for the fresh air, bonnie!"

johnny sends you endless voice notes talking about his day, about the mischief he's gotten up to with kyle or how simon had run him ragged at the gym. in return you send him silly memes or links to tiktok trends and your own rambling voice notes complaining about how your favourite contestant had been eliminated from the silly reality show you'd been watching.

your camera roll is filled with shirtless sweaty gym pics from where they'd saved automatically from your messages. his camera roll is full of answering photos of you half awake and mugging for the camera from the comfort of your bed, your hair a mess and pillow creases on your face.

just thinking about how both of you are super tactile with each other. you mindlessly play with his hair when you're sat next to him at the pub, squished up on one side of the booth opposite simon and kyle. johnny slings his arm around your shoulders and watches the way you gesticulate as you bicker with simon. (neither of you notice kyle's glances between the two of you or catch the sneaky fist bump with simon as a wager is placed when you and johhny come back from the bar with a fresh round for everyone)

just thinking about how your stomach sinks a little bit and how your smile feels brittle every time johnny tells you he's met someone. it's a little bit harder than normal to enjoy johnny's presence when you have to share it with the woman he's seeing but you try anyway. you try not to be "that friend", you try to keep the anecdotes about past nights out or silly stories that only you and johnny know to a minimum. you pull away a little bit from all the usual casual touches you'd normally lean into, aware that her eyes are on you. and you don't want to ruin your friend's happiness with someone else, you really don't, even when you feel your lips twitch with a tiny involuntary frown when he kisses her in front of you.

i'm just thinking about how the people johnny date don't seem to stick around for long after they've met you. you ask him about it once when you're slumped together on your sofa, something lighthearted and daft playing on tv in the background. johnny just shrugs and says something about how they wanted different things (because there's no way he's telling you that his latest ex screamed in his face about how it was so fucking obvious that he was in love with you, even as he denied it and said that you were just good friends).

i'm thinking about what would happen if you started to see someone casually and johnny asks to meet them. how unlike you when you meet his dates, he seems to dial up the friendly touches. he dominates the conversation with stories that always end with "remember that, bonnie?" and a wicked grin. he even pulls up a video of him hitting a new personal record for his hip thrusts at the gym and mean mugs the shit out of your date as you watch the video and praise him for his hard work.

i'm thinking about how you'd pop to the bathroom at some point and by the time you come back your date is gone and johnny's shrugging it off like its no big deal. and yeah, you're a little bit disappointed but johnny comes back to your place with you and settles onto the sofa like he belongs there, leaning up against your side all solid and dependable and quintessentially johnny.

(and in the morning when you check your messages you're not surprised that your date has called it off with you, but you can't bring yourself to care as a thick forearm snakes around your waist and pulls you back against a warm naked body. the gravelly voice of your best friend johnny rumbling in your ear and peppering kisses down your neck...)

(the next time you and johnny meet up with simon and kyle for drinks at the pub, you walk in together hand in hand. simon silently holds out an open palm to kyle as kyle rifles through his wallet and complains that if you had just waited one more week he would've won the bet. bloody selfish of the pair of you.)

[babsvibes]

Here’s an ask for you: Top 5 Most Crushworthy Bobs Burgers Characters (Characters you couldn’t help but have a crush on at whatever point in your life).

And I mean that

[flowery-mess]

Hi, it’s me again with another nerd boy thought because I love him 😭

What if you live with nerd Noah? He’s your to-go guy when anything breaks or glitches in the house. And I mean anything.

He’s chilling on the couch, soft music in the background blending with the rapid tapping of the buttons on his controller as he’s fully absorbed in the game he’s playing. Utter bliss.. Until—

“Noowaaaah…”, your voice echos from down the hall in that familiar drawn-out whine.

He pauses the game right away, already chuckling. He sets the controller down with a sigh, one that holds exactly zero annoyance and gets up. He walks to the bedroom where you’ve cozied up under the blanket, lights dimmed, your laptop on the bed next to you, a buffering wheel on the screen as it sits frozen mid-scene on the show you’re watching. He leans against the doorframe, with an amused smile, his arms crossed as you look at him with a desperate frown.

“The WiFi is DEAD! I was just about to find out if they kissed and it froze. I need to know if they kissed, Noah.”

He can’t hold his chuckle as he hears your whiney overdramatic pleas, your head falling back on the pillow in an exaggerated attempt to show him how important this is to you.

“Did you try—“

“Turning it off and on again?”, you interrupt him, knowing exactly what he’s gonna say, having heard him ask that same question countless times at work, “Yes, I did. I refreshed it, turned the WiFi off and on, even tried threatening it. And nothing!”

“Did you unplug it?”

Pause.

You were too cosy in bed to get up and unplug it. He knew that. He leans over kissing the top of your head before he crouches next to the wall outlet unplugging the router and plugging it back in. And in a few seconds, lo and behold, the WiFi is working again.

“My hero!”, you clap your hands excitedly and that never fails to make him feel like the most important person in the world. And no matter how many times you’ve said that before he’s still blushing and smiling like the first time. You tug at his sleeve looking up at him with pleading eyes, and he knows what you want without you even having to say it. He lifts the blanket getting into bed, opens his arms for you so you can snuggle up against him while he takes the laptop onto his lap and presses play. He also kinda wants to know if they kissed or not.

Hi, so you just described what would it look like if I lived with nerd Noah🤓

He just sat down and let out a big sigh “Finally!” after long day of work, finally he has some time for himself.

Well, for like 10 seconds. Because it was busy day at work for everyone and you’re maybe still not really used to living together, so you both go and do your own thing separately to gain energy to spend the evening together doing something fun.

You just laid down and wanted to finish the episode from the previous night, to finally find out if they’ll kiss, but the wifi connection is not working.

You wait a few seconds to hear if Noah says something or if he gets up to fix it, but it seems like his game is working just fine.

So you yell “Nowaaah” with the last energy you have in you, knowing he will come with a smile on his face, because he always does when you call him Nowah. He won’t admit it, but he’s always smiling and blushing, he can’t hide it.

He leans against the doorframe (a/n: hot) and there it is, the smile on his face. And of course he’s gonna ask you if you turned it on and off (a/n2: why do they always ask that?).

When he sees your pout and falling back into your pillow he thinks about how he managed to pull someone like you. You’re in HIS bed, in HIS hoodie, asking HIM for help and you’re gonna fall asleep next to HIM.

He definitely laughs at “even tried threatening it”, because he caught you many times talking to any device with threats like “I’m gonna throw you out of the window if you don’t start working right now!” and he finds it adorable.

Pause - may I add that the pause included the most innocent smile and little head shake “no” under the blanket.

He unplugs it, waits a few seconds and then plugs it again, he waits for the lights to stop blinking and turn to green. After they do your show starts again and he can hear your little clapping you always give him when he fixes something. To him it’s always an easy fix, so he finds your reaction funny.

You tug at his sleeve and give him the pout and puppy eyes that always work, always.

You cuddle into his side and feel butterflies in your stomach, because he loves to play video games with his friends every night, so every time he does something with you instead, even if it’s watching your favorite show, you feel them in your stomach.

Either way if they kiss or don’t, you hold your breath and then yell “I knew it!”

And then Noah realises that he hasn’t watched a few episodes with you so he asks you what did he miss. You sit up, because it’s serious business, and tell him about the storyline from what he saw last. He doesn’t really care, but he loves it when you talk about your favorite things, he likes how you talk passionately about it, tell him about every detail he missed, how you add your little thoughts on the scenario and how in the end you ask him for his opinion.

He doesn’t really realise it, but he loves it the same way you love when he’s talking about his things. You both listen to the other one and watch them with hearts in your eyes. The other one always thinks they’re being annoying and talking too much, completely oblivious that the other one would listen forever

[uhohdad]

TGWCTM looks sooooo good and I love your writing! I fear that I am a wimp tho and can't handle unhappy endings 🤣 I can enjoy a lot of angst as long as they live happily ever after. This isn't me asking you to write a happy ending just to clarify! You should write whatever you want haha! I am just wondering if you wouldn't mind spoiling the ending for me (if König and Reader both survive and get to be together specifically) so I know if I can read it or not. Feel free to answer this ask privately and/or wait until after you've posted the final chapter! I know you might want to keep it a secret until it's published haha. Thank you!!

⌜ KÖNIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU ⌟

Hi!! Thank you so much for taking the time to send this! A few very kind people have asked me about whether or not this story has a happy ending but the asks had some spoilers about the most recent chapter so I didn’t post them just in case eep 😅

SPOILERS FOR THE UPCOMING FINAL TGWCTM CHAPTER BELOW!!

Yes!! TGWCTM will have a happy ending!! 🫡💕💖

It’s funny this story absolutely ran from me, the “original ending” I had planned was going to be incredibly angsty - (The Victor was supposed to be the final chapter) - but apparently I am too soft for all that. I kept crying so much while writing it, the only way I could make myself feel better was by continuing the story and giving them a happy ending 😅

… I will say, though, those two will absolutely have to earn their happy ending