#I don’t know why the g is small and at this point I’m afraid to ask

[blaisespectre]

Made a chord chart for ukulele because the ones I found online didn’t have any flat or sharp chords, except it ONLY had Bb chords for some reason. It is designed to fit on a single piece of printer paper in landscape format, and print in black and white. The top right cluster of letters is the most common tuning, I threw the others on there in case it’s useful. I am a beginner at ukulele and originally just made this for myself but I thought I’d share in case someone might find it useful.

[theholypeanut]

♪ I Think He Knows ♪

Content: GOM + Kagami + Takao having a tall gf (headcanon) fem!reader, just fluff, tiny suggestive

Notes: “Tall”, but realistically (I know wild for knb) so let’s say approx 5’9 (175 cm)

Kuroko

- Kuroko is so used to everyone being taller than him, that he wouldn’t really feel that out of place while having a tall girlfriend

- You are the only person allowed to stroke his hair, but only in private - you’d never allow anyone to see it

- Kuroko always cares about your comfort and even if he is not much into pda, you hold hands very often

- He love to kiss your forehead when you sit

- He can be both a big or a small spoon, whatever you need

Kise

- Kise absolutely adores that you are tall, but not taller than him

- You can get model gigs with him and he asks you to that often because he is just obsessed with showing you to people

- You can still comfortably wear heels with him

- Kise loves hugging you from behind

- H U G E pda fan, you are never safe in public, holding hands, stolen kisses, constant forehead kisses because “your forehead is just so close to my lips it’s asking for it”

- will literally hiss seeing guys checking you out

Aomine

- He was actually quite bummed at the beginning that you are not tiny, because he cannot make fun of you 24/7

- But who cares about height there are other measurements that are more important (I’m not pointing fingers)

- You are still smaller than him so he can put his hand on your hair and just destroy any hairstyle you have and laugh at you

- The king of putting his hand around you waist

- Randomly nibbles your neck and starts teasing (usually it ends up spicy)

- Mr “I’ll whisper dirty stuff to your ear in public and watch you get red”

- Puts his chin on your head All. The. Time.

- Tries to make you play basketball with him because “tbh you are still higher than Akashi and Kuroko so maybe there’s some potential” (he’d never say that next to Akashi obv)

Midorima

- Midorima is so clueless and extra tall, that he wouldn’t even notice that you are reasonably tall for a girl until someone points it out. Or until you stand next to Takao

- He has absolutely no opinion about it whatsoever because he just don’t think it’s an important factor in a relationship

- However he gets red like a tomato if you’d hug him from behind and put your face on his shoulder

- Or if you stand on your tiptoes and give him a forehead kiss. He is g o n e

- That’s the day he decided he loves that you are tall

- Gets annoyed when someone comments that you could be a model. Tells you that you absolutely shouldn’t start a model career, and didn’t want to elaborate why (because he was afraid you’d start attracting a bigger crowd and leave him bc he is an insecure Bebe inside fight me)

Murasakibara

- Tall? You? You look like a Smurf to him

- Who is this gnome standing next to him? Yes that’s you

- I mean, again, Murasakibara do not find you really tall. However seeing how small are girls at school, Atsushi fast realised that this is as good as it gets

- Atsushi constantly puts his head on yours

- If any guy tries to flirt with you and approaches you, he gets jealous quickly and shows up out of nowhere and holds you by the waist to show dominance (and with his height… works like a charm)

- Murasakibara is a big baby and pouts if any guy is complimenting how tall you are

- Also for very long he would call you “tiny” and everyone had the idea that you must be very small, and gets surprised when they meet you (“well for me she is tiny”)

- He is constantly kissing the crown of your head

- The biggest softie, honestly for him being taller than an average person makes you just… average to him, and that’s honestly perfect

- Not that big on pda but will always hold you close, hold your hand, waist, just to show everyone that you are taken

Akashi

- Being taller than Akashi… oh boy, well

- Obviously you didn’t expect to fall for a guy who is shorter than you, but obviously Akashi has a huge personality and it doesn’t really matter

- You are almost the same height and it has a lot of perks: for example it’s so easy to get a quick kiss without a lot of effort

- Akashi loves to kiss your neck

- No one dares comment about lack of height difference

- Akashi actually encourages you to wear heels if you like them, because he has enough confidence to not get insecure about this kind of stuff, which you appreciate a lot

- Also all of his clothes fits you like a glove, which is a huge perk especially with the fancy expensive stuff you can wear as your own

- You sometimes kabedon him as a surprise when you are alone

- It never ends up well for you (but spicy edition)

Kagami

- Kagami just like Midorima has one braincell and he wouldn’t even notice that you are tall until someone says it out loud

- One day he saw you standing next to Kuroko and he yelled “oh you are taller than Kuroko? You should play basketball”

- One braincell golden retriever

- Just like Aomine he tries to persuade you to play basketball with him (basketball ball for brain I swear)

- He has this reflex to grab your waist and pull you closer whenever there is a crowd

- Loves it when you lay down on his shoulder and fall asleep when you watch a movie

- Loves it when you snuggle your nose in his collarbone, he gets so red

- He is not big on pda but when no one is looking he would sneak a tiny cheek kiss (he actually loves tiny kisses, as well as steamy make out sessions)

- If someone says you look like a model he would get hyped up

Takao

- Takao is a cheeky boy, he would for sure be the one flirting with you till you fall for him

- He fell first he fell harder and he would do everything to convince you to date him even when he is slightly shorter than you

- When he succeeded he couldn’t believe it and he feels like he is the happiest guy on the planet

- The Greenest Flag in here, he treats you like a queen

- Flexes about you constantly, how beautiful and amazing his gf is

- He loves it when you wear heels, and he would for fun pout and ask for forehead kisses like a baby

- HE would kabedon you for fun to make you blush

- Loves hugging you from behind and kissing your nape

- Also he would playfully bite your shoulder or whisper dirty thing to your earlobe just to make you blush out of nowhere

- Honestly just marry him already or I will

[idontplaytrack]

✧ Heels and shove

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, coarse language, violence, injury

Janis’ girlfriend of a year transfers to North Shore, catching the attention of many.

I tried my best anon, hahah. Enjoy:) I also couldn't think of a title lol.

“What are you looking at?” Damian asks.

“Today’s y/n’s first day at the school and I’m hoping she isn’t running late.”

“Why didn’t you guys come here together?”

“She woke up late and told me to come to school first.”

“Oh, no. Did she get enough sleep last night?”

“Why do you think she woke up late, Damian?” Janis asked him in return.

“Sorry.” Damian bit back a laugh.

Before Janis could respond to that, she spots you walking into the school. The sound of your boots hitting the floor with every step you took had the students look up and around to see where it was coming from. And when they realised it was an unfamiliar face, the buzzing began instantly, all of them wondering who on earth you were. Dressed a black lace long sleeve top underneath your tank top, you had on a matching mini skirt to along with your thigh high boots.

You head straight to Janis and Damian. “Hey, you made it.” Janis smirked an arm finding its way around your waist.

“Hey.” You gave her a small smile, then said hi to Damian.

“You’re attracting quite a bit of attention.” He says quietly.

“So?” You and Janis answered in sync before she presses a kiss to your lips.

“Oh, who do we have here?”

Regina. Of course. Of course she’d show up at this very second.

“None of your business, Regina.” You snarked, going along with her tone.

“Oh, my God!” Regina gasps, “Is this your girlfriend, Janis?”

“And that concerns you, how?” Janis shot her a look of annoyance. That feigned niceness. She was being hella sarcastic. Or maybe just bitchy, as usual. Whatever it was, you weren’t having it.

“Maybe you should get on your way.” You said, hoping she’d somehow get the hint.

Janis’ grip around you tightens. “Now we know who’s the top and who’s the bottom.” Regina smirked. Oh you wanted to punch that right off her face.

“Oh, you don’t know shit, you Plastic.” You scoff.

“Baby, just ignore her. She’s not worth any of your time.”

“Please, you were obsessed with me.”

“That’s not the compliment you think it is.” Janis laughs in disbelief, ready to lead you away, to your homeroom. The first bell rings.

“Saved by the bell. Let’s go.” Damian shoves the two of you past Regina and her little posse that’d just caught up.

Well, you ended up being in the same homeroom as Janis, Damian and Cady— Cady was nice, but you knew she infiltrated The Plastics for awhile and what that caused. So you were a little wary of her. Later that day in third period, you sat at your desk in trig when you saw that blonde walk in. Well, fuck.

She smirked at you. You were paying no attention to her, but she still managed to irritate you. She kept interrupting the class, talking to her friend. And seated right behind you too, so you could hear everything that they were saying very clearly. “I’m not afraid of you. If you continue to say anything about me or Janis, you’ll be so sorry.“

“I’ll be waiting, baby.”

“Do not call me that.” You replied harshly, focusing back on the lesson before the teacher could fault you for it.

And when that class was over, she still kept following you. “Regina, what are you even doing?” Gretchen— that’s who that was. “Why are you so interested in bothering them? Just to get a reaction? For what? G, that is so immature. We’ve just been through that whole Burn Book thing and you want to do that again?”

“Relax, guys. I was just joking,”

“Not funny. Piss off.” You stated, then quickly escaped, making your way to American Literature class.

————

“You’re in the same trig class as Regina and Gretchen? Damn.” Damian’s eyes widen in shock for a moment.

“She’s really just doing so much for nothing. I don’t know what the fuck kind of ‘reaction’ she’s expecting but I’m just so pissed off at this point.” You huffed, getting out your notebook.

Okay, of course, this was your favourite class so far since you were with Damian and Janis. But then after that, you and Janis were separated again so you could go to AP History. But lunch, lunch was after that which was great because you were getting a little bit hungry. “Okay, class, I will see you all on Thursday. Class dism—” The bell interrupted Mr. Daniels, “Class dismissed.”

Gleefully, you exited the classroom while talking to the friend you’d just made, Elise. “No, I got transferred here because people at my old school decided it wasn’t right for me to retaliate after I got bullied.”

“That’s so rude of them.” Elise said back.

“I left voluntarily.” You added on.

“Go you.” Elise laughs, “What’s your next class?”

“I have lunch. I’m just about to go meet up with my girlfriend and our best friend. You?”

“Oh, I have gym.” She tells you, “I’ll see you again on Thursday though. Bye, y/n.”

“See you.” You waved then she departs, going in the direction opposite of yours.

And then the distinct sound of heels clacking against the school’s floors made you curse— almost aloud, she was coming up behind you. What did you do? Pretend you didn’t hear it, hear her. But you picked up your pace though.

“You.” She somehow caught up anyway. Those Louboutin heels appeared before your eyes.

“What?” You looked at her clearly displeased, feeling the anger within you bubbling up quickly thanks to the hunger.

“No wonder.” She chuckles, the sickening smirk forms again, “No wonder Janis rejected me.”

You scoffed.

“She likes the freaks.” She leaned in to whisper in your ear. You inhaled sharply, your fists balling up. You feel your phone buzzing in your pocket— that was definitely Damian or Janis trying to contact you. “And you’re one.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You snarled, “God forbid little rich girl, Regina George can’t get what she wants one time.”

The blonde stared daggers into your soul. She had the power to intimidate, she had the power over most of the student population to destroy them for life. Janis got a terrible reputation because of the girl before you, that only very recently died off. Not you though, the only thing you felt when you saw her face was anger. Anger for what she did to so many, but mainly anger for what she did to Janis. “Get the fuck out of my way or else I’d just—”

“Just what? Push me? Tell on me?”

The urge to punch her in the face was so incredibly strong, but you took a deep breath and sidestepped her and went on your way quickly.

“God, there you are.” Janis heaves a sigh of relief as you plopped your lunch tray down. “What happened? Is your stomach—”

“I’m fine. It’s not that.” You answered her fast.

“Then-”

Damian tilted his head towards some laughter, from Regina and her little posse. Janis’ brows were raised for a beat and she scoffs, “Lucky for her she didn’t get her jaw broken.”

“I don’t get why Gretchen keeps hanging out with her.” You said, “She was stopping Regina.”

“Gretchen is nice, so is Karen. But you know, they’re still scared of her because well, she’s who she is.” Damian shrugged.

“I mean they could just— stop hanging out with Regina?”

“No, honey, they think they need her. It’s too late. They’re too dependent.” Janis states, holding the Oatly bottle in her hand as she swirled it before taking a sip.

“Hi, freaks.” The blonde intentionally walked by.

“I have had it with you! Why is the school so afraid of you? So what if you’re rich? That doesn’t give you the right to control people for your own enjoyment.” You yelled, “Call me a freak. Whatever. I do not care about what you think. But keep their names out of your mouth or I'll make you regret everything you have ever uttered."

"You don't know her like we do." Damian agrees, "You'll be so damn sorry."

Regina smiled sarcastically, sitting down at her usual table. Karen immediately told her to apologise to you, but did she listen? Of course not. You stood up for yourself and those you care about when it was needed, she tormented everyone because she likes it. That was the difference, and a big one at that. "Okay, what the hell did she actually say to you?" Janis leaned closer to ask quietly.

"She started off by telling me how you rejected her. Like I didn't know that- we were already dating then." Janis snorted a laugh, "What, and then she called you a freak?"

"She's jealous, my loves." Damian laughs, "She's not used to this...not being able to get what she wants. And I am loving every second of it."

"Of course you are." Janis rolled her eyes.

"Okay, anyway— what's the deal with Cady?"

"That, is Regina's girl."

Your eyes nearly flew out of your head and thank God you weren't eating because you would've choked. "What? That sweet, nice girl is that bitch's girlfriend?"

"Eh, yeah. They're in love and she's the only one Regina even treats like a normal human. But y'know, even better. Because they're dating. So maybe this stupid shit she's saying is all for show, for the thrill. But still, girl I know you wanna kill her but please don't."

"I know, Damian. She's not worth it. I— am so angry right now." Someone threw something at your head. You reached behind the pulled a cheese fry out of your hair, immediately tossing it back before she could dodge. You hit her directly in the mouth. The students surrounding your tables laughed. Satisfied, you returned to eating then cleaned out your hair afterwards.

Regina didn't retaliate again. Until the last bell let out for the day. While you were waiting for Janis to be done with her gym class, someone just came up to you and slammed you against a locker. "Regina! What the hell?" Aaron yelled, "Are you okay?"

"I-"

"How dare you? No one messes with me." Regina continues, pushing Aaron away and lunging at you. She easily shoves you to the floor. You were caught by surprise, completely unable to defend yourself.

"Regina, it's you." Gretchen spoke up, "You have been messing with her all day and now you've really hurt her. I don't know why I'm so scared of you- she's right. You're the same age as me, as so many of us, why are we living like we need to bow down to you no matter what? What's the point?"

God, the pain. The pain in your wrist, it wasn't going away. Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to help yourself back on your feet. "Regina George, you better stay where you are!" Janis came running, ready to tackle her to the ground. Again, Aaron stops it from happening. "Get off me! She hurt my girlfriend."

"And it's no use getting yourself in trouble over her." Aaron says. Karen and Gretchen helped you up, and you crying out in pain freaked them the hell out.

"Janis, let's go. Now." Damian glared at her, "She needs to go to the hospital."

Janis froze, stopping whatever she was planning on doing. "Fine."

[sad-ghost-of-garbage]

Biting Paul pt 2

Author: SadGhostofGarbage

Paul x G/N reader, Paul x David

Warnings: Talking about Sex, insecurities. Mostly fluffy. Hurt, comfort?

It had been weeks since you’d bitten Paul, and he was desperate to have you do it again. However nothing he did annoyed you enough to the point of nipping his flesh again. Recalling the memory had Paul whimpering a bit under his breath, he needed you to do it again.

“Dude, just ask them to bite you.” David said from his seat on the old wheelchair, where he was trying to read his book. Paul made a face at his brother and shook his head,

“I can’t do that, man.” Sighing the head vampire puts his book down in his lap to focus on his troubled brother.

“Why not?” Paul shifts around on his spot, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers.

“I- I just can’t man, okay?” There was a tinge of red on Paul's face, a small reminder of just how young of a vampire Paul was, a remnant of his human life that would fade with the passing years. Paul’s blush gave David pause,

“Are… Are you embarrassed?” Paul scoffs in denial but turns his head to hide his face.

“What are you kidding me, no way man!” David wanted to tease his brother, Paul being embarrassed about his kink? No way, it was unheard of. But he could feel just how upset Paul was so he held it in, opting to try to calm the nervous blonde.

“Paul, you’ve never been embarrassed of admitting what you like, why are you ashamed of this?” Paul puts his head in his hands, and when he looks back over to his brother David could see there were tears in his eyes. 

“It’s just different David.”

“What’s different Paulie? You aren’t afraid to tell us what you like-,” 

“Yeah because it’s you guys, I can tell you guys what I want. It’s different with them.” Paul interrupts.

“Why can’t you tell them what you want Paulie? Are they not okay with you being explorative?” David raises his eyebrow in question. David liked you; he had delved deep through your brain the minute he had felt Paul’s feelings for you, he wanted to make sure you weren’t going to hurt his baby bat. You had passed his judgment (or you wouldn’t be alive) so he couldn’t quite understand his brother's hesitancy of telling you. Paul shakes his head,

“No no no, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?” Paul takes a deep breath (that he doesn’t need) and looks to his companion.

“I… I… I don’t want to scare them away.” It’s said in such a small way that David was not used to hearing from his brother. “I can tell you guys what I want because I mean… It’s you. You chose me, you guys are my pack, all of you love me. A-and I want them to love me too, but I’m just so afraid I’m going to do something wrong David. I don’t want to lose them because I’m too horny and weird.” Tears were flowing down the blonde’s face freely now.  Moving out of his chair, David made his way over to the weeping vampire. Cupping Paul's face in his hands he began wiping Paul's tears away.

“Hey now Paulie, no need to cry. You’re right about one thing, that being, we love you. However y/n is your partner, they love you too. And they aren’t going to leave you over wanting to try something out. But you have to be honest with them and tell them what you want just like you would tell us.”

“B-but what if-” David shushes Paul and gives him a stern yet soft look.

“No, no what if’s. Chances are y/n is just oblivious and didn’t notice you trying to get attention. And they can’t read minds like I can silly boy, how are they to know what you want if you don’t tell them.” Siffling with a pout on his lips Paul pauses to think about what his sire had said. 

“I- I mean you are kinda right, I guess.” David smirks and lets out a chuckle,

“Of course I’m right, have I ever been wrong?” 

“No.” David’s smirk gets bigger and he gives Paul a kiss on the forehead, and makes his way back to his previous place on the wheelchair.

It had been weeks since you’d bitten Paul, and he was desperate to have you do it again. But after a reassuring talk with David he was ready to just tell you what he wanted.

Weeks had passed since you’d bitten Paul, and he was acting strange. The little plot you had cooked up to get Paul to stop biting you in public, had backfired… tremendously. It seemed that your little stunt had the exact opposite effect that it was meant to have. Any chance he got, it seemed that Paul would nip at you purposefully, or put his arms directly in front of your face. He even went as far as covering your mouth mid sentence. Hell, he seemed to generally just be a bigger nuisance than usual. Now you loved Paul, with all your heart but you just couldn’t understand why he was acting up, not to mention how much hornier he seemed. If he wasn’t irritating you with his out of character behavior, he was fucking your brains out. This would be great, if you didn’t feel like Paul was left unsatisfied. He came, no question about that; you just couldn’t help but think that he was hiding something. And you were going to confront him about it.  So when Paul asked you to hang out in the cave with him you didn’t hesitate to say yes. Paul leads you into the cave, past the other boys heading out for the night. You waved at them as Paul pulled you deeper through the halls to where his room was. You sat on the bed (that was only ever used when you were around) and went to speak your mind but Paul had the same idea.

“Paul we should talk-“

“Hey sugar, there’s something I’ve been-“ both of you stop and look at each other with wide eyes. Paul was terrified. He fucked up he knew it, you thought he was gross and you were going to leave him. Sensing his panic from the look on his face, you get up and grab his hands in yours. 

“Hey it’s nothing bad Paul.” ( At least you really hoped he wasn’t hiding something bad.)

“Oh, okay?” He didn’t sound convinced as he asked quietly, “you’re not going to leave me are you?” This shocked you, you pulled him to the bed and made him sit.

“What? No! Paul, why would you think that?” Sitting next to him, your hands never letting go of his.

“Because you think I’m too weird and horny?” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What Paul no! I love you! That’s who you are, and I wouldn’t change that for the world.” He looked  partially relieved. “Okay Paulie what did you want to tell me?”

“No babe you go first, I’m still a bit nervous. I want to hear you first.” He was fidgeting with your fingers but made no move to pull away.

“I just wanted to know what was going on with you pretty boy? You’ve been acting strange, and it feels like you’re not satisfied with me?” Suddenly Paul was smiling, David was right, you were just unaware of his hints. He was relieved you weren’t upset with him but this meant he had to confess his secret.

“So uh…” Paul moves a hand to his neck and lets out a nervous chuckle. “Hey babe? If I told you I wanted you to bite me, what would you do?”

“What do you mean Paul?”

“Like I got really turned on when you bit me the other day and… fuck baby, I really want you to do it again.” Getting lost in his anxieties he tries to backtrack “I- I mean only if you want to, I don’t want to make you if you don’t want to.” You cut him off by pulling him into a kiss. Sucking his bottom lip between your teeth you give it a tug as you pull away.

“Why didn’t you just say so?” Grinning like a mad man Paul lays down pulling you on top of him.

Tagging : @britany1997​ 

[akariarda]

Renewal of vows

The ninjas are secretly planning a vow renewal for Garmadon and Misako as a surprise.

Request from tumblr!

“Dad, just do what we say.” Lloyd and the guys approached Sensei Garmadon.

“Alright,” Sensei Garmadon replied, a look of confusion crossing his face. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Write down your vows for mom on a piece of paper. We have a surprise tomorrow at five,” Lloyd instructed as they began to leave.

“And make sure to dress nicely!” Kai called out from the side.

“I’m afraid,” Sensei Garmadon muttered to himself as they departed. “Who knows what they’ve come up with now?”

~~~~~

“Why do I need to write my vows?” Misako asked, looking bewildered at Nya and Pixal. She was trying to grasp what was happening but couldn’t connect the dots.

“It’s a surprise,” Pixal said with a gentle smile. “The point of a surprise is that you don’t know what’s going on.”

“And don’t forget not to discuss this with Garmadon,” Nya warned.

“Alright, alright,” Misako sighed. “But you know I hate surprises!”

“You’ll love this one,” Nya said mysteriously, a smile playing on her lips.

“Unless something goes wrong,” Pixal added.

“It won’t,” Nya insisted. “Remember, tomorrow at five, dress nicely. And we’ll need your wedding band; I promise we’ll return it.”

~~~~~

“Are you ready, Misako?” Pixal asked as she and Nya arrived at Misako's side.

“Just a moment,” Misako replied, wiping and adjusting something on her paper.

“Come on, it’s fine,” she said, and Pixal took her hand to help her up. “Garmadon is probably already waiting.”

“Okay,” Misako said, not particularly thrilled. “What do you need that scarf for?”

“For you to cover your eyes,” Pixal said, gently placing the scarf over her eyes.

“Now I’ll guide you.” Nya said, taking her hand.

~~~~~~

“No way,” Sensei Garmadon shook his head when he saw the scarf as they asked him for the wedding band.

“Knowing you, I’ll end up in some ditch alongside you and loose my weeding band.”

“Come on, Sensei G,” Cole tried to persuade him. “It’s part of the plan.”

“Change the plan,” Sensei Garmadon demanded.

“Trust me, Dad; you’re going to like this.” Lloyd pleaded.

“At least that’s what we think,” Kai added.

“You’re definitely going to love it,” Lloyd insisted.

“If you say so,” Sensei Garmadon sighed. “Alright then, blindfold me and take good care of the ring!.”

“Let’s go,” Jay exclaimed excitedly as they led Sensei Garmadon. “Why did we stop?” Sensei Garmadon asked.

“We’ve arrived,” Lloyd said, letting go of his hand.

“And they blindfolded you too?” Misako exclaimed in surprise.

“Misako? I hope you’re not planning to kill us,” Sensei Garmadon joked.

“Not yet,” Kai replied.

“Lloyd, we have a problem,” Nya whispered to him. “Out of all the plans, we forgot to decide who would lead the ceremony.”

“Oh no,” Lloyd said, grabbing his head. “Maybe it’s best you do it.”

“Are you sure?” Nya looked him in the eyes.

“Totally sure,” Lloyd confirmed, and then they heard a loud sound.

Misako turned and accidentally elbowed Kai, who was sitting nearby.

“I’m sorry,” Misako exclaimed, alarmed. “You'rr alright,right?And you are..”

“Kai,” he grumbled while rubbing his forehead.

“Will you please remove this blindfold from our eyes?” Sensei Garmadon asked.

“Sure, we will,” Zane said, removing the scarf.

Misako and Garmadon looked around, surprised at what appeared to be a small wedding setup.

They exchanged glances, both happy yet confused.

“What is this?” Misako asked.

“Your anniversary is soom so we wanted to throw a small renewal of vows,”Lloyd announced proudly.

“What’s that?” Sensei Garmadon asked, puzzled.

“You’ll see,” Lloyd sighed.

“Alright, you both need to read the vows you wrote to each other on paper,amd just like at wedding here are the rings.” Nya instructed.

“Okay,” Sensei Garmadon said, taking Misako’s left hand. He wasn’t sure if this was how it was supposed to be, but it felt right.

“Alright, you know I’m not good with words,” Sensei Garmadon admitted, looking into Misako’s eyes.

“But I did my best to make this at least resemble something. Ahem.

Although I was the one who caused our family to initially fall apart, I promise you that I have always loved you and will continue to do so forever.And I will not allow our family to fall apart again, no matter the cost.”

With that, he slid the ring onto her finger. Misako smiled softly at his words, then frowned.

Sensei Garmadon looked at her with concern. “I envisioned this a bit differently,” Misako said.

“What do you mean?” Zane asked from the audience.

“I wrote that I would always be by your side, and then I listed all the life situations that could happen, as they came to mind…”

Nya facepalmed.

“Alright, I’ll improvise,” Misako smiled, looking into Sensei Garmadon’s eyes with her piercing emerald gaze.

“I vow to always love you and never give up on our love, as I nearly did before. I will stand by you, no matter what trials await us, as long as you are willing to stand by me, I will be with you.”

With that, she placed the ring on his finger.

“I will always want to be with you,” Sensei Garmadon said, embracing her. Misako hugged him back, and they both smiled.

Behind them, everyone was clapping and later they celebrated and had a wonderful time.~~~~~~

“Honestly,” Sensei Garmadon said to Misako that evening as they lay in bed, “I felt pleasantly surprised today like never before.”

“Me too,” Misako replied, snuggling up to him and resting her head on his chest.

“Who would have thought everything would go off without a hitch?” Sensei Garmadon laughed softly as he gently ran his fingers through her hair.

Misako suddenly pulled back to look him in the eyes.

“Do you really believe we can live this peaceful life together forever?”

“I believe so,“Sensei Garmadon said, taking her hand and kissing it. “I'm sorry if my vows...“

“They were perfect” Misako said, to Sensei Garmadon’s surprise, as she leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips.

This took him by surprise, but he welcomed it and kissed her back.

“Everything will be alright,” Sensei Garmadon whispered as he held her close.

“I believe,” Misako said, resting her forehead against his. “I think we all deserve that”

[riddlerlesbian]

save your strength

when looking for the pharaoh, priestess isis finds someone else entirely. and the light of hope in the future...

rating: G ship: flowshipping (priestess isis/kisara) word count: 650 read on ao3 @5daysofygofemslash day two: sharing food

The pharaoh is still missing. While her Ka scouts ahead, Priestess Isis walks along the river bed. Eyes in the air and eyes on the ground, between the two of them, hopefully they cover enough area to find him quickly. Her visions of the future are still hazed in darkness, the weight of it seems to fill her necklace and tighten around her throat.

She sees a figure up ahead, huddled in the shade of the rocky area and rushes forward, halting as she sees long white hair on a pale, sickly figure. Then, in her mind’s eye, a blinding light pierces the darkness. A dragon roars.

Kisara eyes Isis warily.

Isis crouches down. “It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you; I’m one of the priests.”

“I know.” That doesn’t seem to put Kisara much at ease.

An outsider… it makes sense she wouldn’t be immediately trusting. The power of the pharaoh’s court is formidable when you’re not sure you’re under its protection. Isis reaches into her bag and takes out some bread and water. “You’ve been wandering for some time, haven’t you?”

Kisara hesitates, then takes the water first, taking a long gulp before she nods. “They fear me.”

Isis tilts her head, briefly closing her eyes. The dragon and this other girl are connected. A Ka that powerful, it’s all she can see besides the darkness in the future… “I’ll keep you hidden, if you come with me.”

“Why?”

“My duty is to this land and the people on it. All of them.”

Kisara takes a small bite of the bread. “The Pharaoh… he’s in a cave.” She points in the direction Isis was going. “He’s hurt.”

Isis gasps, then nods firmly, closing her eyes and redirecting her Ka to send the others to him. “Thank you,” she murmurs. “What’s your name?”

“Kisara.”

“I’m Isis. Come with me.”

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Once home in a bed, Kisara sleeps the rest of the day and doesn’t wake up until afternoon the next day. It was easy enough to keep her hidden, since no one ever had any cause to go into Isis’ personal quarters. When there’s a good time to pull away, Isis retreats to check on Kisara, telling the others that she needs to restore her Ba. It’s not entirely a lie–she has been using much more of it than usual lately. And the deception is necessary. Kisara and this white dragon are important and with so many strange goings on… Secrecy is needed to protect her.

“Good afternoon, Kisara.”

Kisara sits up, a faint smile on her lips, though her eyes look distant, troubled.

“Here. Eat.” Isis sets a bowl of fruit before Kisara, sitting down on the side of the bed. “You need to restore your strength.”

“Thank you,” Kisara dips her head, picking at some grapes. “You look tired, too.”

“I am… there’s a great deal of trouble.”

“With the Thief King?”

Isis’ eyes widen. “You know about him?”

“Not much. You learn a lot, though, living alone. Places to avoid.”

Isis nods, still troubled.

“You should eat, too. Keep your strength.”

Isis stares at her for a moment, then nods, peeling a citrus fruit. “I’m afraid our strength won’t be enough.”

Kisara eyes her quietly for a long moment. “Have you heard of the White Dragon?”

“A legend… some on the outskirts tell stories about it. Priest Set used to insist it wasn’t real, not worth searching for.”

“It’s part of me. We know… there’s darkness coming. I want to help, but I don’t know how to control it.”

“If that’s really what you want, I can teach you,” Isis says. “But… as grateful as we would be for the help, I can’t promise you that you’ll be safe.”

Kisara smiles. “I’m used to not being safe.”

Isis gently strokes Kisara’s hair back. “I’ll protect you as much as I can, though,” she promises. “Thank you.”

[isledolon]

I-I'm a reasonable man || Cedar 1.3 || RE: Gaku, Ashleigh, Hiiro, Lacy

"B-but I-- I-I'm not leaving anything out!! W-why would I--"

It shouldn't be a surprise how Gaku's scowl sets Cedar's defenses off—to be judged by someone, no matter how kindly, analytically, or anxiously it's painted, is to be assessed. What he can't decipher, however, is whether he's being judged as a threat, or being judged by a threat. Eydís' response to Takumi doesn't help matters, and even Ashleigh, who's trying to be kind, to relate to him, to sound like she's giving him the benefit of the doubt, has got Cedar's on edge now.

Exasperated, his hands start twisting at the lining of his pockets.

"Well I-- I-I did, but it-- t-there's nothin' else it could be, it-- I don't-- "

But that's not true, is it? Just as Ashleigh pointed out, the island could've picked anything from his past to use as his secret.

"I-I wouldn't-- I-I'm already in p-protection from the feds, wh-why would I--"

A pathetic first date in an after-hours pizza arcade, complete with docked pay for misusing his key.

"I've got a-- I-I've got a kid, why would I p-put him in that kinda--"

Forgetting to go pick his son up after school one day, and being forced to sleep on the couch after the poor kid walked home on his own in tears.

"O-okay, fine, y-yes, h-he-- Shiloh-- got mine, b-but I--"

Failing so hard at making grilled cheese that his pseudo-mother-in-law (politely) barred him from her kitchen.

"I-I'm already afraid of p-putting anyone else in my f-family at risk, why would--"

All the times he felt a ludicrous kind of envy from comparing his own programming abilities to ██████.

"W-why would I kill him over s-something like that when it'd o-only make things worse!?"

There were plenty of so-called 'secrets' the island could've chosen, and yet he he is, stuck with something so suspicious that he's not even sure he can say anything to change that, apart from just begging for the mercy of their empathy.

"Y-you don't-- you don't know anythin' about me, s-so j-just-- just g-get--"

But he likely won't get that liberty now, will he? Because just as he tries to deny the allegations one more time in the face of Lacy's jeering...

"G-GET OFF MY CASE--!!"

RRRRIP.

Cedar goes silent as Hiiro's hand grabs hold of a small tear in his jacket pocket,

and feels the blood drain from his face as the force tears it even larger.

[cloudlessly-light]

Sometimes I feel like I keep sending my promts like a crazy fan girl. But I think I am a crazy fan girl. So I have this thing in my mind. Hotch and Em saw each other naked once and Emily knows that bossman has big dick energy and HUGE DICK in his pants. So after they got together Aaron is afraid he will hurt Emily (cause nobody could take him all inside) so that’s why he doesn’t go all the way but Emily is sooo excited and says “I want it all”. I hope I’m not too crazy :)

A/N 1: Hey all you wonderful people, I’m officially back from my little break and I have a few things in the works that I really hope you like, but first we’re going back to old school Sara and doing a Hotchniss filth based on an ask! A/N 2: Hi Anon! Thank you so much, I always like hearing that people enjoy these silly little writings of mine! Title: Give me everything you want and need Summary: Emily accidentally walks in on Aaron in the shower when they’re forced to share a room. She’s impressed. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,1k Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, BDE Hotch (Yes that deserves its own warning), multiple orgasms, spanking (blink and you miss it)

 It’s an accident, it’s not like she planned for it to happen, it was one of those moments that she’d think back on and wonder why. But she was also happy that it happened, even though it was embarrassing, it was kind of their turning point.

She’s coming back from JJ’s room, the woman too pregnant for it to be fair for her to share a room so Emily had ended up sharing a room with Aaron. She didn’t know that he was back from the precinct, to be honest she kind of figured that he’d stay there all night. So she enters the hotel room and pulls her shirt off, followed by her pants and is heading into the bathroom when she sees him.

Aaron looks as shocked as she feels as he quickly grabs the towel on the sink, completely naked in front of his subordinate.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She doesn’t mean to stare, but for a moment she lets herself. She sees the droplets of water dripping from his short hair, down his chest, covered with fine dark hair and further down where she got a glimpse of Aaron Hotchner in all his glory. And what a glory it was.

“Prentiss!” He all but yells when she doesn’t immediately turn away which makes her realize that her tiny thong and almost sheer bra is barely even covering her and she slams the door shut.

“I’m sorry!” She says again through the door as she frantically pulls her clothes back on. “I-I’ll sleep in Derek’s room.” Her voice lowers as he comes out of the bathroom, towel secured around his hips and a glare in his eye. “I thought you were still at the station.” She tries to explain but he just keeps staring at her and she feels herself wanting to squirm under the intensity of his gaze.

“It’s almost 2AM.” He says and she’s unsure if that’s his response to why he’s back to get a few hours of sleep, or his way to object to waking up Derek and Spencer in the next room so she just stares mutely at him.

The tension is thick, both of them simply staring at each other for what feels like hours until he sighs.

“Just, don’t mention this again.” He says and she hates the fact that her cheeks tint pink at the mere thought of him naked.

“This never happened.” She tells him and he offers a small smile.

It doesn’t surprise either of them when Emily finds herself outside his door less than two weeks later, kissing him with all the desire she’s felt for years.

But they don’t end up in bed that night, instead their kisses turn into a long talk, admittance of attraction and feelings until they fall asleep wrapped up in each other. So they start dating, and it’s easier that she’d ever thought it would be, except for the fact that Aaron would stop her wandering hands or searching lips once they got past the point of making out like teenagers.

It frustrated her, because she could feel him, huge and hard and pressing against her as she straddled his lap but he would stop her every time. A few weeks go by and she’s so wound up that she was sure that she’d implode from the heated tension that never seemed to leave her body, even after trying to take matters into her own hands, literally. But she didn’t want to rush him, she figured that he wanted to take it slow because she’d be the first woman after Haley, he wanted to be sure and she respected that.

They’re working a local case and she had just finished an interrogation with him, he had been intimidating and arrogant, bordering on aggressive with the unsub cowering in front of them. And Emily could feel the way her thighs clenched under the table, the steady thump of want, the heat of her arousal. He had always been impressive, had always demanded respect with as little as a look, but since they started dating she found it harder to control her body’s urges.

They leave Quantico that night with a case solved and a murderer in custody and Emily doesn’t question when he follows her home in his car. The team didn’t know about them yet and she would be lying if she said it wasn’t fun sneaking around.

“You were hot today.” She muses against his lips as he presses her against her front door before she turns in his arms, her hand trembling as she tries to get the key in the lock.

“Is that so?” He chuckles and presses a chaste kiss to her neck from behind and then patiently waits for her to unlock the door.

“Yes.” She opens the door and turns to take his hand, big and warm and starting to feel right in hers. “Always appreciated a handsome man in a suit, being decisive.” Her eyebrow arched as she smirked when his hands landed on her hips, pulling her closer to him just as the door closed behind him.

“I see.” He nuzzled her nose, teasing her before giving her a kiss that is supposed to be quick, but he easily finds himself unable to move away. She was addictive, a drug he never wanted to quit. He only pulled away from her when her stomach rumbled and he chuckled. “Are you hungry, sweetheart?”

“Didn’t have time for lunch.” She shrugged, it wasn’t unusual but Aaron hated when she skipped a meal and he frowned at her. “Italian?” She asked before he had a chance to reprimand her.

“Sounds good.” He was already picking up his phone and dialed the number to the restaurant he knew she loved. “Go shower, change, I’ll pick up dinner.” He smiled and Emily tried to ignore the flutter in her chest that he knew her well enough already to know that she always wanted to shower the stench of murder off her the moment she came home.

She showers quickly and changes into an old shirt and shorts that she knows are too short but she doesn’t care. The way his eyes lingers on her exposed legs when she comes back down the stairs makes satisfaction tingle along her spine and she pretends not to notice the way his jaw clenches and he swallows harder.

“This smells delicious.” She says instead and sits down at the table where he had just finished putting the food out. “Thank you, honey.” She kisses him after he’s sat down next to her, her lips lingering a little longer than necessary. She hums softly when his hand lands on her thigh, his fingers digging into the soft skin for a moment, like he’s trying to refrain himself from doing more.

“Let’s eat.” He mumbles when she pulls back and he almost groans at the familiar way her pupils dilated with want.

They eat and talk easily, always finding things to discuss and share, but there’s a tension between them, the same tension that had been in that hotel room when she walked in on him in the shower. She could tell that he was nervous but she couldn’t figure out why.

She lasts through dinner and approximately twenty minutes into the movie they decided to watch before her lips find his jaw, slow kisses pressed against his stubble as she laid halfway on top of him already. His respond is almost immediate, his hands tightening on her waist and moving down to grab her ass, his lips on hers as he pushes his tongue against hers.

“Aaron.” She sighs into his mouth and it’s breathy and low and he groans. The sound encourages her and she straddles him fully, her hands on his chest as she looks down at him.

“Em.” He tries to control his body, but the mere thought of having to stop her again felt like an impossibility. He had wanted her for years, the last few weeks had been close to agony, but he didn’t want to hurt her, knew that he probably would because how could he not when no woman had been able to take him before?

“Don’t.” She whispered, her hands fisting his shirt in desperation. “Please don’t.” She grinded on his lap, felt the evidence of his arousal pressing against her through his pants.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He said quietly, his eyes moving over her face and he could see the realization hitting her.

“You won’t hurt me.” She said softly but she could feel want and desperation clouding her senses, her hips subtly continuing to roll against his.

“No one’s been able to- to take all of me.” He almost stuttered over his words and he was sure Emily’s eyes only darkened, her cheeks flushing pink as she leaned down to press a teasing kiss against his lips.

“I want it all, I want all of you so badly I can’t even think straight.” She whispered, her words falling against his face in soft puffs. “I’ll stop you if it’s too much.” She promises and she can feel his hands gripping her tighter, his eyes boring into hers. “I promise.”

He takes another moment but he can see the desperation on her face, can feel her body pressing into his and his own arousal painstakingly clear.

“Okay.” He nodded and kissed the grin from her lips. “But let’s go upstairs to your bed, more room.” He smirked at the way her eyebrow arched and then all but chased her up the stairs as she hurried up towards the bed.

Emily laughs when he pulls her against his body, immediately going to tug her shirt over her head. She gasped as he licked over her pulse, bit the junction of her neck and shoulder, his hands moving the newly exposed skin until he tugs her nipples between gun-calloused fingers.

“I’ve thought about this since that damn bathroom.” He mumbled against her ear and she shivered.

“You’ve been the one making me wait.” She tries to tease but it packs little punch when she whimpers and arches into his touch. Her fingers move over the buttons on his shirt quickly and she thinks she deserve some credit for not just tearing it open in her haste to get him naked and inside of her.

“No more waiting.” He all but growls and pushes her back onto the bed. His eyes rake over her exposed torso, his fingers soon pulling her shorts off her hips, a smirk on his lips when he realizes she’s not wearing underwear. “Dirty girl.” His voice is so low she shudders from it, his eyes predatory as he crawls between her spread legs.

She tries to sneak a hand between them to get his belt unbuckled but grabs her hand, pins both of them above her head with a low hum of satisfaction as the other move between their bodies, the tip of his finger moving through her wetness gently.

“Gotta get you ready.” He mumbles lowly then kisses the whine from her lips as he pushes one finger inside of her. “So fucking wet, already.”

She blushes, the pink of her cheeks trailing down her chest as her hips buckle into his touch.

“You’ve teased me for weeks.” She huffs and he chuckles at her impatience, his smirk only widening when he pushes a second finger inside of her and curls them causing her to arch into him.

“So tight.” He breathes against her neck and she twists in his grip but he only tightens his hold on her wrists. “You’re going to come all over my hand.” His words are hushed and she can’t do anything but whimper in response. “And then you’re going to take all of my cock, aren’t you?” His hips grind into the bed at the thought, his hesitations gone now that they had gotten this far.

“Yes,” She whines “all of it, please.” Her legs widened as the palm of his hand rubbed against her clit, the pleasure building steadily as he kept curling his thick fingers inside of her, her wetness coating his hand. Her jaw went slack and her head fell back against the bed when he pressed a third finger inside of her, stretching her cunt and making her moan breathlessly.

“That’s it, good girl.” He watched the pleasure reflected on her face, could feel her walls tightening around his fingers.

“Don’t stop.” She gasped as her thighs trembled. Her hips buckled into his hand, her body chasing the release she had craved for weeks. “I’m so close- I- fuck!” Her orgasm ripped through her fast and hard, causing her to gasp for air as her eyes rolled back and her hands fisted above her.

Aaron bit back a groan as she came all over his fingers, her pussy so tight he could barely move his fingers so he focused on pressing the heel of his hand against her clit, drawing out her pleasure until she was whimpering and trembling underneath him. When she finally relaxed he gently let go of her wrists and removed his fingers from inside of her. He licked her wetness off them and waited for her to stop panting with a smug look on his face.

“Aaron,” She breathed as her eyelids fluttered open and she looked up at him, dark eyes, breathing labored, his cock hard and huge as it strained inside his pants. “fuck me.” She sat up so fast he barely registered it and claimed his lips in a kiss, her hands moving to get his belt unbuckled and pants undone. She helped him kick them away and when he finally hovered above her again she wrapped her legs around his hips.

He groaned against her lips as the tip of him nudged between her lips, let himself grind against her for a few moments, coating the underside of his shaft with her. He looked down at her when he pushed his cockhead slowly inside of her, careful not to go too fast.

Emily whimpered at the stretch, his cock easily the biggest she’d ever had inside of her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he pressed inch after inch inside of her, the stretch painful but deliciously addictive.

“Don’t fucking stop.” She grunted when he faltered, her legs tightening around him. Her eyes met his and she nodded at his wordless question. “Don’t stop.” She repeated quietly.

“Fuck Em, you’re perfect.” He mumbled against her lips as they kissed messily, his hips pressing into hers until he was fully inside of her. She was clenching around his shaft, trying to accommodate to the stretch, but instead of pushing him away she relished in it.

“Move, Aaron move.” She warned, desperate for him. She could feel every ridge of him, could feel her the slightly painful stretch morph into pleasure when he started to pull back, her walls clinging to him.

He groaned loudly as he started to thrust, slow and long strokes of his hips, almost pulling out before filling her completely over and over again.

“Fucking made for me, made to take my cock.” He mumbled between haste kisses against her neck, his forehead soon landing on her shoulder as he started to fuck her harder.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking big.” She panted as her short nails scratched over his shoulders and arms, leaving evidence of her on his skin. He was hitting into her perfectly, making the heat of a second orgasm build in record time, her moans and whimpers only spurring him on.

“Come on me again, let me feel you squeeze my cock.” He pushed up to kneel between her legs, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in circles.

She could barely breathe as he forced another orgasm through her, her back arching and hands fisting the sheets to keep herself grounded as the heat inside of her expanded by every thrust of his hips.

His name fell from her lips like a mantra, the only word she could get out through her loud moans until she was coming again with a cry of pleasure. She could barely hear his grunt as she tightened around him, could barely focus on anything but the earth-shattering pleasure of her orgasm until he was flipping her around and filling her from behind.

“Your cunt is mine.” He growled in her ear as he straddled her thighs and fucked her into the bed, no longer concerned that she wouldn’t be able to take him. “Say it!” He spanked her twice in quick succession and she only pushed her ass up, so he did it again.

“My cunt is yours.” She whined, the slight sting of his hand only making her shiver with want.

“Good girl.” His graveled voice sent tingles down her spine, his hands on either side of her shoulders, keeping her trapped between his strong chest and the soft bed. “Gonna fill you up.”

Emily couldn’t answer, she could barely breathe as he fucked her hard enough to make her body jolt, her clit pushed into the bed by every thrust. She was too sensitive, it was too much, it was perfect. She felt his teeth dig into the back of her neck, felt his ragged breathing against her sweaty skin as he chased his own release.

“Aaron, please…” She wasn’t sure what she was begging for, her mind delirious and hazy, all she could feel was him, all she could think about was him.

“Gonna cum again?” It was rhetorical, his voice smug even as he panted above her, he felt her body tense, felt her walls tighten and Emily nodded.

“Yes, yes, yes I’m so close.” She felt his fingers intertwine with hers as his hips somehow sped up even more, slamming into her hard enough for the bed to quake.

“Come with me.” He grunted in her ear, the strain in his voice palpable. She was still nodding when her orgasm ripped through her, dragging him with her as they strained and moaned together.

Emily felt the heat of his release deep inside of her, making her gasp and then he collapsed beside her exhausted body, his panting harsh as he started to laugh.

“That was amazing.” He pulled her into him, pressed a haste kiss against her forehead and cheeks, then against her lips. “You’re amazing.” He breathed with a smile.

“You are too.” She whispered happily, her hand on his cheek. They fell into a comfortable silence as they let their bodies relax and their breathing returned to normal. After a few minutes she turned to him with a smirk. “You should have just fucked me in that hotel.” She teased and he chuckled.

“I really should have.”  

[fandomnsfw]

Not The Same Little Kid PT.5 -Carl Grimes x Reader

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader

Prompt: I re-read the first four chapters and was inspired.

Warnings: violence, threats, Daryl being a dad and fluff.

ENJOY!!!

**********

Previously on Not the same little kid...

“You seriously wanna air our bedroom shit right now?” He muttered threateningly and you remembered how you two had experimented with a few sexual fantasies when you’d first started dating.

“Back off William.” Carl growled as his arm dropped from around you as he shook off your hold, getting ready for a fight.

“Hell, with how close you two look I’m sure you know what a freak in the bedroom she can be, huh Grimes?” Carl was on Will in seconds and you couldn’t do anything.

This was gonna be bad.

***********

“Shit! William get off him!” Will had managed to wrangle Carl onto the ground, punching him twice but the second Carl heard your voice he threw him off and landed hit after hit on your ex, as if he was trying to prove something.

“Carl he’s had enough!” You screamed as you saw Daryl and Rick running over to the scene.

“What the hell is goin’ on here?!” Rick screamed making the two men jump apart as they adjusted their clothes and wiped the blood from there mouths.

“Keep your boy on a leash!” Will screamed angrily and Carl went to launch at him again but Daryl grabbed him quickly.

“I think ya’ made ya’ point Carl…let it go.” Daryl grumbled with mild humour in his voice.

“Do ya’self a favour Will. Don’t talk about her, don’t look at her, in fact ya’ know what don’t even think about her! Or you’ll find out where my son gets his temper…understood!?” Rick screamed in Will’s face and he looked deathly afraid, his head nodding in agreement before he scurried off with his tail between his legs.

“Boy if I have to break another fight up after this…” Rick warns his son and Carl just rolls his eyes.

“He was chatting shit about her inappropriately you’d of done worse.” Carl argued and Rick shot you a look as if asking if it was true so you nodded with a blush on your face as you realised how many people were actually watching.

“One more strike he’s out.” Rick informs Darl who nods in agreement. You turned to Carl with a glare before spinning round and walking back towards the house making Carl sigh loudly before chasing after you quickly.

“Darlin’ I’m sorry but would you of stood there and listened to that? If the roles were reversed?” Carl asked gently and he lightly jogged to keep up with your angry speed walking.

“So you’re asking if Enid started chatting shit about you and her in bedroom in public would I beat her ass?” You scoffed softly making him nod like he was possibly going to win this debate.

“No I wouldn’t because I know I can please you better than she could and that’s good enough for me.” You argued seriously and his face dropped.

“Aww come on! You’re telling me you wouldn’t even slap her?” Carl exclaimed with raised brows.

“No but I might slap you if you continue trying convince me what you did was right.” You challenged with one raised brow daring him to test you.

“Yes Ma’am. Shutting up.” Carl stated as he contained walking next to you.

You were almost at the house when you heard a voice across the street shout you name. You looked over and saw Rosita jogging over towards you and Carl. Her two french braids fluttering behind her as she did.

“Hey I heard there was a fight…Are you okay?” Rosita asked softly and you let out an exasperated sigh.

“We’re barely home how the hell did you hear that so fast! Jesus Christ this is why I never liked shows with small towns. Too much gossip.” You rolled your eyes earning a laugh from both Rosita and Carl.

“You best wipe that smile right off your face Grimes. You’re still in the dog house.” You grumbled as Rosita started laughing more when Carl’s face went from humour or horror in seconds.

“We’re having girls night tonight if you want in. Think we’re having at your place anyway so…” Rosita muttered with a small smile.

“Sounds good.” You chuckled and Carl pouted next to you, your smile almost breaking through at how cute he was but you managed to keep a straight face.

“Guess my father and I will be banished to our rooms.” Carl huffed sassily and you shot him a smirk before wiggling your brows at Rosita who just chuckled claiming she had alcohol to hunt down as she jogged away.

**********

“So how is it going with Carl?” Maggie whispered softly as Michonne exited the room to grab another drink from the kitchen.

“Really good…he’s…sweet, smart and weirdly for someone younger than me he really looks after me.” You muttered shyly making Rosita and Maggie giggle at your flushed cheeks.

“I heard Michonne found him in your room after your first date.” Rosita teased earning a laugh from the other women.

“Oh my god…we didn’t hav-we only got to second base okay?” You stuttered quietly before looking up to see Michonne enter the room.

“Let me guess you were talking about Carl?” Michonne snorted as she saw how quiet everyone had gotten.

“I’m happy for you guys just so you know I think you’re good for each other.” She added before lifting her glass in a toast making everyone laugh in relief.

The rest of the girls night went smoothly allowing you to unwind and release the stress that had pent up for the past few days. It was exactly what you needed you thought happily as you stumbled upstairs with a smile as your eyes flickered between your room and Carl’s.

You let out a tipsy giggle as you knocked on his door which immediately opened revealing a half dressed Carl Grimes, the sight causing your heart to flutter and your thighs to clench. He looked you up and down with a smirk before letting you into his bedroom.

“Hi darlin’.” He muttered huskily as he pulled you into his arms.

“You’re so beautiful and sexy.” You whispered playfully as your hand skimmed down his bare chest.

“Why thank you. I could say the same sweetheart.” He snorted happily as he pulled your towards his bed but not before helping you take off your playsuit leaving you in your undies.

“Are you seducing me Mr Grimes?” You gasped dramatically.

“No I’m getting you ready for bed baby. You’re drunk and I’m not going to touch you while you’re like this.” He informed you softly as he threw one of his t-shirts over your bra covered torso before exiting his room to his private bathroom.

“Aww such a gentlemen.” You giggle with a pout gracing your face which was literally wiped away as Carl came back into the room with a bowl of water and a cloth.

However before you could ask what he needed that for he started wiping off your makeup with surprising amount of gentleness for his large hands. You looked at him in shock as he finally pulled away from your now clean lips.

“Close your eyes darlin’.” He whispered absently as he rinsed the cloth in the bowl of warm water. You closed your eyes as he instructed but not before a single tear fell down your face making him gasp in shock.

“Woah…was I too rough baby? I’m sorry.” He choked out making you open your eyes to really look at him.

“No…you Carl Grimes are the most amazing, beautiful, gentle and kind man I’ve ever met…I’m just wondering what I did to deserve you.” You chuckled softly making his eyes widen in shock.

“I don’t know about all that but I know how perfect you are in my eyes. I’ve had the biggest crush on you since I got here but you were way too old for me so I never showed it. Then well on my 18th birthday I figured I’d stop hiding it. I find it just as amazing that you even like me.” He answered happily as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I really really like you.” You added with as much seriousness as you could muster his eye instantly widening again as he took in your words before smiling softly.

“I really really like you too.” He replied instantly before pulling you in for the sweetest little kissed you’d ever experienced.

As you opened your eyes you were met with the angelic sleeping face of your boyfriend, bringing an instant smile to your face. You’d not felt like this for anyone in a long time, if you ever had at all. His freckles shone under the suns orange glow, your hand reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ear revealing his eye socket.

You had never seen it before but instead of shock you felt relief that he had survived such odds. You smiled to yourself as you traced around his scarring with your index finger, before kissing around it but the second his other eye flicked open Carl jolted back in shock.

“Don’t do that, it’s disgusting.” He whispered with a frown covering it with his hair once again.

“No it’s not. It shows you’re a survivor, that you beat the odds and it makes me happy you did or I wouldn’t have you now.” You told him sternly before pulling him back to you.

“Don’t ever hide from me.” You added before bringing him in for a kiss making him relax instantly.

“You’re something else Y/N Y/L/N.” He chuckled as you pulled away.

“I’ll take that as a compliment Mr Grimes.” You giggled playfully as you hopped out of bed.

“Mhmm don’t forget we’ve got a run today.” Carl shouted as you ran out his room with your clothes in hand.

You stopped in front of the pharmacy with a raised brow silently wondering if anything would even be left after all this time. However instead of Carl answering your silent question he snipped open the door with bolt cutters before banging on the door a few times.

When no walkers appeared you both wandered into the small drug store with weapons raised on the off chance anything went wrong. It wasn’t just walkers people had to be careful of anymore, it was people too.

“You get the stuff on the list I’m gonna look around for other stuff that might be helpful. Be careful.” Carl whispered softly, his hand coming down to casually stroke the back of your hair, instantly bringing a smile to your face.

“You too handsome.” You giggled shooting him a smile before wandering off to get everything Denise needed.

As you grabbed the last item on the list you lowered your gun and turned around to shout to Carl but before you could make a sound a hard object came down across your head.

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When you came to, the sight of your boyfriend and his worried face was the first thing you saw. You had no idea what was happening but seeing his face made you calm down knowing he was safe for now.

“Glad you could finally join us gorgeous.” A deep voice whispered in your ear making you freeze.

“She is pretty maybe the boss will make her another wife?” Someone asked next to Carl making his struggle against them.

“Calm down kid we’re not gonna hurt your friend.” The guy behind you stated with a evil chuckled.

“Girlfriend.” You huffed through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry I thought I heard you say you were this kids girlfriend. I must need my ears cleaning.” The guy behind me laughed his thick accent making you frown.

“Baby don’t talk to them. There just trying to antagonise you.” Carl muttered softly before his eye scanned you over checking you were okay.

“Ain’t that sweet Dwight.” The guy holding Carl chuckled.

“Yeah so fucki-”

Before the asshole behind you could finish his sentence Carls head swung back and smacked his capturer straight in his nose. You instantly ducked down slipping out of the man called Dwight’s hold before running straight to Carl as a shot rang out around you.

“Well well well. If it ain’t back stabbing lil’ Dwighty boy.” Daryl huffed with a glare on his face as you checked on Carl making sure he wasn’t hurt.

His lip was bleeding and he had a small cut above his brow but apart from that he seemed okay. You immediately slapped his arm repeatedly as tears built in your eyes.

“I’m fine darlin’.” Carl whispered as he took you into his arms.

“I-Idiot!” You sobbed into his flannel shirt, his fingers running through your hair in a soothing manner.

“I really really like you too.” Carl whispered in your ear his words making you look up at him.

His stunning blue eye looked straight into your Y/E/C ones, the seriousness of his expression made you realise you didn’t just like him. In the few days you’d been together you now understood you were falling hard and fast for this man and the thought scared you, especially in a world like this.

Nothing was ever certain especially not survival but that could never stop someone’s feelings. Maybe the end of the world was actually the reason everyone should give in to their feelings.

“I-I really really like you…” You muttered to the tall perfect man in front of you. He stared at you for a moment before realising you meant something else and to say Carl was shocked was an understatement but instead of allowing him to respond you turned away and focused on Daryl and his next words.

“I’m gonna give you three seconds to give me my cross bow and apologise to my kid.” He muttered as his gun pressed against Dwight’s skull.

“Sorry kid.” He said towards Carl making you smirk realising instantly he didn’t mean Carl.

“Actually that’s my boy.” Rick smirked at the man that had been holding Carl back.

“The girl?! Seriously? There’s no way that a red neck like yo-”

“You shut your filthy trailer trash mouth before I beat you!” You screamed as you tried to launch at Dwight, only to be held back by familiar long fingers.

“Never mind I see where she gets her mouth.” Dwight sniggers sarcastically making you squirm in Carl’s hold.

“I can let her go if you want but it’s your funeral.” Carl snarled as his arms loosened around your waist.

“Fine I’m sorry. And you can have your cross bow.” Dwight huffed angrily making Daryl growl at the poor excuse of an apology.

“He said his boss would make Y/N his wife. I ain’t letting him go, he needs to die.” Carls voice rang out making your eyes widen.

“I won’t even tell my boss about this jesus kid! Though he’d like you.” Dwight snorted at Carl making Rick’s face drop.

“You’re really not helping yourself right now Dwighty boy.” Daryl huffed impatiently, his gun pressing Ito the back of his head more harshly.

“I say we let them go but I want the cigarettes.” You smirked as Dwight looked at you with disdain.

“Fine you heard the lady.” Rick sighed with an eye roll as he gave you a small amused smile before shoving the bloody nosed guy at Dwight.

As Daryl pulled up to the gates you hoped off his bike with and quick thanks before scurrying off to the Grime house ahead of both Rick and Carl. You gave a few nods to the other members of Alexandria avoiding any conversation that would stop you.

Once inside the house you ran upstairs to your designated room and slammed the door shut. Why the holy hell did you say it like that!? You thought to yourself angrily. He obviously knew you didn’t just mean like!

You were pacing your room as thought about a way you could avoid this next conversation, wishing you hadn’t said it like that.

Yes you were falling for him but it was too soon and Carl was still so young, he had his whole life ahead of him and yes it wasn’t like you were holding him back from college or anything but there are plenty of others fish especially ones more his age.

You expected a knock maybe even for him to not even bother with you however you had not expected him to just walk straight into your bedroom.

“Ya’ know it’s rude to walk into a lady’s roo-”

“Did I misunderstand what was between the lines?” Carl interrupted as he slammed your bedroom door shut.

“I-I don’t know what you mean…”

“Don’t do that.” His voice interrupted once again, his eye looking you up and down.

“No you didn’t misinterpret it. Carl Grimes in the space of 4 days you have been there for me more than Will was in the space of 3 years. I don’t think I could bear to lose you now…my heart would-”

Before you could finish your sentence he launched at you his hand cupping your cheeks, his lips melting into yours as his eye closed.

You whimpered into the kiss, the pure shock at not only your own words but his forceful yet passionate actions. You melted into the kiss, your hands clutching the flannel shirt with enough force you thought it would rip. After a few minutes of getting lost in his kisses he pulled away and looked into your eyes.

“God you are so beautiful.” Carl whispered in amazement as he smiled softly.

“I can’t believe you I get to have you…” You whispered in pure shock.

“I can’t believe someone as beautiful and strong is falling for me. I thought I’d be waiting years for you to like me this much, if you ever did.” Carl chuckled as he pulled you into his embrace.

“I think you solely underestimate yourself Mr Grimes. You’re handsome, charming, romantic, unafraid to show you affection outside of the house and not to mention how amazing your R rated skills are.” You whispered the last part with a flirty smile.

“Oh is that so Miss Y/L/N? Maybe I should try out a few new things I’ve been wanting to.” He growled playfully making you smirk at the insinuation.

“By all means Mr Grimes play with me all you want.” You giggled as you escaped his arms and ran toward your bed.

“You’re a little minx.” Carl chuckled darkly before making sure the door was locked before making his way over to you.

Part 4 <- -> Part 6

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Childe 💛 :)

"ten-twenty"

・❥・HELLO THIS IS EIGHT YEARS LATE I AM SORRY I APOLOGISE SOZZLES

・❥・childe x gn!reader

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・❥・childe is, kinda a bitch? idk? i don't like the way i wrote him? uhhh, reader bopped into the fatui, zhongli gets a lil cameo bc why tf not (NO ZHONGCHI, NO.), banter? kinda crack, literally just d a n g e r ??? this is very hard to summarise, mention of injury, also for no apparent reason this feels very similar to this.

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the chasm had a horrid air. it was humid, but cold somehow, and you were -for lack of a better term- petrified. 

curse this risk-taking boyfriend of yours, first he’s convincing you, a liyuean, to join the fatui, and now he’s taking you somewhere every person in liyue is told not to go practically from the moment they are born!

“i hate you, seriously” you whispered at him, holding on to his arm for dear life, clinging like a barnacle to one of the boats in the harbour. 

“no you don’t” he giggled, “listen, now that you’re in training, you gotta learn to cope with scary things. besides, i’m right here, y’know nothing that bad can happen with mighty harbinger number eleven by your side!” 

you reach up to his head, as if about to pull him in for a kiss, before your hand travels further than expected to his forehead, landing a flick fair in the middle of it. 

“HEY!” he exclaimed, rubbing over the afflicted area with his fingertips “i need that forehead for my backup modelling career!” 

“modelling career my butt, you can’t sit still for more than three seconds!” you glare at him, and he simply gazed back, an exaggerated pout presenting itself on his lips, looking like a lost puppy.

“don’t make that face at me chil-” he placed his fingertips over your lips, an interruption. his face was suddenly serious, eyebrows furrowed. “did you hear that?” he asked, removing his hand from your face, and you froze in place. he had keen senses, meaning that if he heard something, there was almost definitely something there. 

then you heard it too. a loud, mechanical noise, you thought it might’ve been a ruin guard at first, which would have been easy enough for you to take out, but no. it was something bigger, because the ground began to shake beneath the pair of you. 

“run! go!” he shouted to you, pointing to a passageway the two of you had previously travelled. 

“but-” 

“GO!" he announced, “i’ll find you when i know it’s safe” 

left with no choice, you darted for the passage, hoping he would be following behind. you were scared, so much more scared than when you came in.

after a couple of minutes of running, you found a small concave in the side of the tunnel. you collapsed down to the ground, attempting to catch your breath, damp air filling your lungs, almost more than the fear did. shortly after you heard footsteps, praying to rex lapis it was ajax. 

heavy breathing danced its way into your ears, puffs that could not be mistaken for anyone other than him. he was walking with a moderate pace, eyes searching for you. you gripped onto a rock nearby, pulling yourself to walk back out to the passage, meeting his stumbling figure, now hunched over. he wasn’t visibly injured, just looked tired.

“chi! are you okay?” you asked, placing your hands on his shoulders. he looked up, removing tousled auburn hair out of his eyes. 

“yeah, of course i'm okay!” he smiled brightly, a complete change of expression feigning his exhaustion.

“are you hurt? you crazy idiot! you have no sense of danger!” you searched him up and down for any sign of a scrape or cut as you berated him. “aren’t you afraid?”

“no, of course i’m not scared, but if you are, you can hold my hand” he wiggled his eyebrows at you, giggling.

you grip him by the shoulders once again, “be serious for a minute. did you fight?” you asked, the concern in your voice reaching a peak point. 

“no, i didn’t, but we should get out of here, if you’re really worried” he said, gripping your hand before continuing his route up the tunnel, but you stopped him, stepping in his way you wrap your arms around his waist, and bury your head in his chest.

“don’t do that again, idiot”

“i won’t, m’sorry” 

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It’s such a long walk when you got somewhere to be; I just thought maybe you were gonna walk with me (chapter eleven)

story summary: MC decides all of the student council is going to therapy and hell hath no fury like a prepared human. They’ve got highlighters and they’re not afraid to use them.

chapter summary: plans

pairing: Lucifer/gn!reader

rating: m

chapter wc: 1.3k

warnings: angst & trauma; small text only for description; gn!reader; possible spoilers; not proofread; author rifled in canon’s pockets for loose plot

a/n: surprise, i’m alive

title taken from “therapy” by dresage & g smith

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Only Mammon and Lucifer accompany you home.

Despite their lackadaisical attitudes, all of the brothers take Council duties seriously. Even openly anti-royal Belphie follows his twin towards downtown, drawing up a game plan about what businesses to hit up. It’s Levi’s mutterings about training regimens that worries you. 

“Is it really going to come to violence?” you ask Lucifer when the third-born departs. 

“No.” He shakes his head firmly. “None of us think it will, not even Diavolo. This is just Barbatos being…overcautious.” 

Mammon throws an arm around your shoulders, one leathery wing following to hold you closer to him. “He’s always been like this–makin’ sure we’re prepared just in case.” 

Lucifer secures the house with a wave of his hand over the front door. The dark blue pulse that shivers up the walls distracts you long enough for Mammon to toss you unceremoniously over his shoulder. His sharp bones dig into your hip with every step of the stairs. 

“Hey!” You squirm in his hold, only to get flicked in the ear by a wing. 

“Effective, though a bit rude not to ask first,” comments Lucifer blithely. 

You’re deposited in a comfortable armchair before Lucifer’s desk. Mammon drags a second chair over, hooking his ankle with yours when he sits. The pride demon in front of you discards his coat, tie, and gloves. With the first two buttons of his shirt undone and the sleeves carefully rolled back, he might as well be stark naked. 

He raises his eyebrow at your sound of surprise. “The only people capable of getting in the house, much less this room, are family and the royals.” He flicks his wrist, three pristine glasses appearing in front of each of you, while a bottle of Demonus slips off the shelf to pour itself. 

“Breakin’ out the good stuff,” purrs Mammon. “Remind me to send those Celestial bastards a thank you card.” 

Lucifer snorts. “Trust you to know when I’ve reached for ‘the good stuff’, Mammon.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” 

Before Mammon can work himself into a tizzy, Lucifer raises a hand. “It was a compliment, I assure you. Aside from Barbatos, you have the best nose for Demonus that I know of.” 

“Oh.” Mammon blinks. The motion exaggerates how much of his face is taken up by his eyes, especially when a blush darkens his cheeks. “That why you always drag me shopping with you?” 

Lucifer inclines his head. 

They draw up babysitting schedules while you sip your drink and watch. Both of them are awkward, the conversation stilted and on the verge of turning into an argument. Having a goal probably helps, of course. But it’s more than they would have been capable of a few months ago. The point both of them can agree on is not allowing you outside for any reason. 

“Don’t be absurd,” chastises Lucifer. “It’s a week in a massive manor surrounded by beings that adore you, not solitary confinement in Newgate.” 

“Newgate was torn down like over a century ago, brother. Try to keep up with the times.”

You ignore Mammon’s laughter in favor of glaring at Lucifer. “I can admit wandering around town is a bad idea, but you’re keeping me from attending classes and visiting the castle. RAD is safe. The castle, where Diavolo sleeps, might I remind you, is safe.” 

“You are not Diavolo,” says Lucifer, as if you might be confused about your identity.

“And what about Rissa?” It’s a low blow, but desperate times and all that. “I’m supposed to keep seeing her. All of us are supposed to keep seeing her.” 

Lucifer frowns, contemplating the remaining liquor in his glass. “We will just have to resume our schedules after all of this has finished.” 

“No.” Mammon’s voice is clear and sterner than you’ve ever heard it. “She’ll have to come here. With all of this shit…” He shakes his head before fixing his stare on his brother. “We’re gonna need her around more than ever.”

A shaky compromise is established, though it is contingent on Rissa and the royals agreeing. The therapist will take up residence in one of the empty guest rooms of the house, with another being used as her temporary office. Lucifer is against modifying the wards to accept her coming and going as she pleases, and constantly drawing them down and back up again is taxing on the matrix.

Or something like that. Satan joins you three eventually and Lucifer draws him into a discussion on the intricacies of warding. You only understand about every other word and half the time it sounds like they aren’t even speaking an existing language. 

You’re saved by a cloud of perfume and a soft hand on your shoulder. “Come with me, sweetheart. They’ll be like this for hours.” 

Asmodeus draws you out of the study and into his room, draping you in a soft afghan and bundling you into bed. With the main lights down and just the flickering fairy lights lit, it’s like being in a private garden. 

Asmo lays next to you and looks up at the canopy of his bed. Full face of makeup, still in his outside clothes. The Avatar of Lust is troubled, something a creature made for beauty and pleasure should never be. 

“Asmo?” You peer over at him in the near dark. “What did Barbatos mean?” 

He doesn’t pretend not to know what you mean and you’re thankful not to have to explain it. The butler’s words had nearly been missed by you in the chaos of the meeting, but now they echo around your head. 

Perhaps he wants to meet the person who did what he couldn’t.

Of all the brothers, Asmo is probably the least likely to lie to save your feelings. Mammon and Levi would change the subject. Satan would give you a perfectly political answer that says absolutely nothing. Beel would pretend not to know. Belphie would just go back to sleep. And it’s not like you can just ask Lucifer, not with how high his emotions must be running. 

Asmo closes his eyes and intertwines his fingers with yours under your blanket. “Michael was…is somewhat obsessed with Lucifer. I can’t speak to the whole of their relationship, but what I saw was intense. Lucifer had other duties, not just dealing with his little flock of siblings, so he could never give Michael his whole attention.” He turns over, fixing his sunset eyes on your face with a small smile. “And then there’s you, with Lucifer wrapped around your finger.”

“I don’t think that’s how it is.” Your brows pinch together. Lucifer still works too hard, still has his temper, and still has shit he needs to work through. If anything, you often feel like the one around his finger, bending to follow his shifting tides. 

“You’ve gotten more out of him than anyone, honey,” Asmo points out. “Except for maybe Diavolo, but that’s different.”

All of this for a jilted lover? It leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Trite. How many lives and livelihoods hang in the balance while a pissy ex gets curious over the new face? 

Some of your irritation must show on your face, because Asmo giggles, the sound a muted melody in the dim room. “That’s the Celestial Realm for you.” He shrugs. “Not sure why they frown on us for being ruled by our darker emotions when they’re the ones who can’t actually handle them.”

Jealousy you can work with, though. It’s a human-enough concept. An old flame finding about the new lover. It’s not like Michael can just stalk your social media to sate his curiosity. A plan begins to form in the back of your head; and just the demon you need for it is right beside you. 

“Asmo, let’s go take your makeup off,” you say slowly, sitting up and discarding your blanket. “I’ve got an idea you’ll want to hear.”

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Princess - Jake ´Hangman’ Seresin. Part 2

Prompt: After Jake apologised to you you make it a priority to make Maverick proud and go on the mission with them. And maybe find more than an apology on the way…

Words: ~2.8k

Warning: mention of suicidal thoughts. Minors DNI. Overall way too much fluff it’s teeth rottening. English is not my first language so sorry for the easy vocabulary and bad grammar…

Note: part 2. Highly unedited. It’s 5am, you gotta let a girl sleep ffs. Hope you like it.

Part 1.

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The next day felt better. Hangman didn’t make any remarks and didn’t pull any prank on you, which felt relieving. You had an okay night for the most part and you were ready to start the day and prove to yourself that you were among the best.

You managed to do just that and even managed to pilot alongside Hangman for a few hours. Still you didn’t communicate much because you didn’t want to trigger any remark from Hangman but you got up in everyone’s esteem pulling an exceptional manoeuvre and shooting down Maverick.

Combat training took an end the next day as you were getting ready to try the flight course Maverick had prepared to get the mission done.

You successfully did the manoeuvre in the required three minutes. The steep climbing at the end made you almost pass out but you put your focus on your father and you made it to the end of the route.

Everyone else missing the shot, or passing out from the g’s made you go up the hypothetical leader board alongside Rooster who successfully did the course but in more time than required.

Day after day you were getting better and better which even earned you a pat on the shoulder and a smile by Hangman. A sort of congratulation but without the words it seemed. You gave him a shy smile back, still a little afraid about him getting jealous but you had to admit it was soothing to not have to fear for your life every day or constantly wanting to crash your plane on purpose.

At the end of the second week, you were back at The Hard Deck again, playing darts with Coyote, well more like impressing him with your dart skills. At some point you did fifteen bullseyes in a row just to win a bet against him. “Can I?” Hangman asked you, wanting to join you for a game.

Coyote left to get a beer so you agreed, nodding and smiling silently. Jake was good at darts, in fact he was good at every game, but you beating him wasn’t in his plan. At the end of the game he gave you his hand to shake, with a soft smile, admitting defeat. Hand that you shyly shook, giving him a small smile back. You knew he was still trying to apologize and be soft and comforting around you.

After Phoenix used the words ‘terrified’ and ‘suicide’ to refer to you when she shouted at him, he knew he couldn’t act this way anymore around you by fear of pushing you over the edge.

His softness was weird for his squadronmates but it was reassuring for you and for Phoenix. She knew he was trying to do better for you.

After yet after another game of darts against Payback and Fanboy and a game of pool against Bob – all three of them you won – you eclipsed yourself to go sit on the beach. Unbeknownst to you, Jake had seen you leave and waited a few minutes before coming out to see you.

“Is it alright if I sit with you?” He asked softly. You nodded before he sat down next to you. “I feel like I should apologize for that first night. I shouldn’t have said those things to you, I don’t know what got into me.” You begin. “You shouldn’t. You were right in everything you said, I’m the one that shouldn’t have told you those things about your call sign. I don’t know why I felt the need to be a dick. Maybe seeing you with Rooster made something explode in me.”

“Why?” He hesitated a second before answering. “When you went through that door I thought you were the hottest and cutest woman I had ever seen in my life. And then alongside you came Rooster and I immediately thought that you too were together, I don’t know why.”

“So before anyone had the chance to tell me anything I was a dick to you and I apologize.” “It’s alright, you couldn’t know.” “Yeah but I should’ve waited for you to introduce yourself before assuming anything.” He said.

“It’s alright everybody makes mistakes.” “I guess you’re right. But I tend to make more than the entire population of San Diego combined.” You chuckled and you both fell into a comforting silence for a minute. “So where are you stationed when you’re not at Top Gun?” “At Lemoore, with the vigilantes. And you’re with Rooster in Virginia?” “Correct, Golden Warriors.” Jake felt relieved that you didn’t pick up on his remark about you being hot and cute.

“You wanna go back inside? I’ll buy you a drink.” “With pleasure Lieutenant.” He had to admit that you calling him lieutenant was giving him butterfly in his stomach. He helped you get up and you slowly made your way back to the packed bar.

The next day you were announced that the mission was to take place the next morning. You had to pack your bags and get ready to leave in twenty minutes. As you did so, Phoenix – whose room was across the hall from you – engaged the conversation.

“So what did you talk about with Hangman? No need to deny I saw you both yesterday.” “He apologized again.” “That’s good, are you feeling better?” “Yeah.” “That’s good, are you ready for tomorrow?” “Yeah, about that. If I’m chosen and by some chances I was to die there could you call my mom for me? And tell her I tried to make my dad proud?” “Y/N you’re gonna make it.” “Just- please?”

She looked at me across the hall, with sadness in her eyes. “Alright, but don’t go there thinking you’re not gonna come back because we all need you here alright? Rooster, Maverick, your mom and us, and Jake.” “I don’t think I really matter to him actually.” “Well you’d be wrong in that.”

“What?” “I see the way he looks at you. Like you hung the moon. Don’t think that you don’t matter to him because you do. I think he realized that you meant more to him than everything he believed in. I think you mean even more to him than flying.” “Don’t be ridiculous.” “I’m not. I promise. I saw it yesterday when you were at the bar together. He even looked at you when you weren’t looking. I’m telling you, he’s all in.”

Phoenix’ words were fighting in your head as you both headed to the plane that would bring you onto the carrier. Was she telling the truth?

That same afternoon as you were all standing in front of Maverick waiting for his orders you started thinking about your father. “Phoenix and Bob, and Princess.” You heard your name being called alongside Rooster, Payback, Fanboy, Phoenix and Bob’s meaning that you were to be part of the mission of the next day. Against safety reasons but for the good proceeding of the mission, another jet was to fly behind the four others just in case one of the miracles didn’t work. You were the one chosen to do it.

You couldn’t help but notice the look of disappointment on Jake’s face. But you understood Maverick’s choice, he couldn’t risk Hangman leaving them behind, saving his ass and his ass only.

That same evening the mess was awfully quiet. No one dared speak a word just in case it would jinx the miracle that was supposed to happen the next day.

That morning when the sound of the bugle was heard you were already ready. You managed to sleep for a couple hours but you couldn’t stop thinking. You suspect everyone’s night was the same.

“Let’s go.” Maverick announced as you all stepped in your jets awaiting departure. When you were given the go you took a deep breath and took off. “I’m gonna make you proud dad.” You thought to yourself, not wanting the others to hear. As you were given the go to enter the precipice you felt your heart race speed up but you tried to stay focused on the mission ahead.

One after the other the miracles were announced, meaning you didn’t have to use your own bombs and you could follow Payback and Fanboy out of there. You thought the climb was even harder than during training but the adrenaline rushing through your veins kept you from fainting. You already knew that if you were to pass out you’d be dead right after the top of that mountain as the missiles would catch you and you wouldn’t be able to avoid them.

So you silently prayed. You prayed your father to be proud of you, you prayed to come back home safely and for the others to as well. You prayed and prayed for a few seconds until you passed the hard deck and the missiles turned toward your jet. “Shit.” You muttered. The voices on the radio were impossible to discern, the number of “smoke in the air”, “I’m out of flares”, “break left”, and other things you heard in just thirty seconds was numbing. You tried to focus on your own plane, not wanting to be left behind on enemy territory. You used flares to protect Rooster and Phoenix and even managed to shoot down one of the enemy jets.

When you heard what happened to Maverick you wanted to go help despite the official orders given by your superiors. Listening to his own instinct and probably not thinking of consequences, you saw Rooster follow Maverick to try and help. After only a second you followed him as well, ignoring direct orders. “I’ll probably get court martialled for this but fuck it. And if I die saving Uncle Mav and Roos then it wouldn’t have been for nothing.” You thought to yourself.

“Princess come back!” You heard Hangman shout on the radio. You even think you heard his voice break. “I’m sorry.” You thought.

As you saw Rooster being forced to eject you managed to gun down the jet that crashed down his. As you crawled your way out of this mess, leaving your best friend and ‘uncle’ behind you managed to make another enemy plane crash with a manoeuvre your dad told you about. It wasn’t technically considered a kill on your part but it relieved you for a second.

While Rooster and Maverick found an enemy F-14 jet to come back home you managed to come back to the carrier safe and sound, not without shooting down another plane on the way back.

You were exhausted when you landed on the carrier. Not being able to come out of your super hornet until the mission was over – in case of need of immediate assistance – you looked outside the canopy, seeing Phoenix and Bob signing to you that you did a great job. You opened the canopy to get some fresh air in your lungs because you felt like fainting.

You turned your head to the left only to see Jake already looking at you, worried. “Are you okay?” He mouthed you from afar. You nodded, a blank expression on your face, still worried for Maverick and Rooster. When the radio went off again announcing that they might be on their way in an enemy plane you couldn’t believe your ears. After a while Jake was dispatched to go and help them and you felt worried again that he might not make it.

When you heard him again on the radio you couldn’t help the tears of joy streaming down your face. “Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, this is your saviour speaking. Please fasten your seatbelt, return your tray table to their locked and upright position and prepare for the landing.” You couldn’t help but let out a belly laugh hearing Hangman on the radio. “Hey Hangman. You look good.” You heard your best friend say. “Oh I am good. I am very good. I’ll see you back on deck.”

You were cleared to get off your jets as no other bandits were seen on the radar. You quickly got out and removed your helmet, waiting for the two planes to land.

You didn’t know what got into your mind when you launched yourself into Jake’s arms as soon as he got off his super hornet. First he was surprised but soon chuckled and almost swoon when you put your head on the crook of his neck. “I thought I lost you.” You whisper, mostly for yourself. “I’m here Princess.” You didn’t know if it was a nickname or your call sign but you didn’t care, Jake was here, safe and sound. You didn’t want to make it awkward so you got down and he put his forehead on yours. “I’m here Princess.” He repeated.

The whole squad reunited and hugged as Rooster was the first to speak. “Got yourself another kill!” “That makes two.” Jake answered. “Mav and Princess have five.” Phoenix added. “Makes them aces.” She finished. Hangman looked at you dumbfounded. “What? You thought you were the only one pilot with a confirmed kill when you arrived here? I already had two.” He laughed shaking his head and took you in his arms, putting his head on top of yours as you were way smaller than him. You’ve never felt more safe.

When you got back to Fightertown you all headed to The Hard Deck for a celebratory beer and pool game. After a few hours of laughing and playing with your squadronmates you eclipsed yourself to go sit on the beach.

“Hi Dad. We made it. We all made it.” You paused. “Rooster and Maverick are okay. I hope uncle Iceman is not giving you too much trouble up there. I only have Maverick now, but it’s okay. I’m an ace now Dad, I hope you’re proud of me from up there.”

“I think I fell in love. His name is Jake. He’s a pilot. I know I always told myself that pilots were trouble but I think he might be good for me. I think you would have liked him Dad.”

“I hope you’re as proud of me than I am proud of you. I love you Dad.”

“You can sit down I know you’re here.” You say softly to the person you heard coming behind you. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” Jake apologized. “It’s okay I was just talking to my Dad. I’ve been doing it a lot lately. It soothes me I guess.” You both fell into a comforting silence before you spoke out again. “You heard everything?” “Pretty much.” “Well I hope I didn’t embarrass myself.” You said shyly. “Look at me.” Jake said softly. You turn your face to him and he is giving you a soft smile. “When you got picked yesterday I thought that I would lose you. Not that I didn’t believe in you but I thought that maybe a simple error could cost you your life. And when you followed Rooster and Maverick my heart felt like it shattered at the thought of you being forced to eject in enemy territory.”

“So when I saw you come back I felt like maybe, just maybe, it was time for me to tell you everything. I know you forgiving me for all I did to you will take a long time but I promise you that I will spend my entire life apologizing to you.” You shake your head. “Don’t say that.” “I fell in love with you Y/N McLeary. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize but when you hugged me today I thought that maybe, just maybe my feelings were mutual. So when I heard you tell your dad you fell in love with me I felt like my heart tripled in size.”

“When I heard you screaming my name on the radio I heard your voice falter. I knew that from that moment on I didn’t want to spend another minute without you. And when I heard you being dispatched to help Rooster and Maverick I thought that I lost you. But then I heard your smug voice and stupid comment and I started crying from joy.” You reply.

Jake looked at you with nothing but love in his eyes, tears forming on the corner of his green eyes. “Can I kiss you baby?” He asks in a whisper. You bite your bottom lip as you nod and Jake closes the gap between you two. The kiss is soft and loving and makes your heart flutter with joy.

“I’m gonna make things right, I promise you baby.” He paused. “What are you doing tomorrow night?” “Nothing.” You smile. “Then I’m taking you out on a date.” You look at him lovingly while biting your lip. “Stop doing that or we might just skip dinner.” “Show me the way home honey.” You answer as he chuckles and kisses you once more.

[orenjikaraka]

Nucifera - ch. 2

Billy Hargrove x reader series

peeps tags: @puppybittingotherpuppy

A/n: hello I’m glad people liked the first chapter, a fellow follower was wondering if the POV would be Billy most of the time, and to answer to that question, yes the majority of the chapters, would be throughout Billy’s side of view, I would tiny bit put Reader’s POV, but I see it much easier to see it through Billy’s eyes. I hope everyone enjoys reading! 🥺 sorry for having huge burn out.

Chapters: ch. 1, ch. 3, ch. 4

Warnings: slight ptsd, blood, trauma, slurs, cursing, NSFW 💫, and slightly Neil

Word Count: 6914

Billy’s POV

The sound of crickets can be heard from outside, the small gape from the window was making it as light as white noise.

Billy woke up once again, nightmare by nightmares keeps repeating over and over again, *groan* ‘stupid nightmares’ he tries to breathe in to take the frustration out of his veins, but a massive strain comes from his right side, it hurt like a bitch, “fuck…. Ow….” He breathes out painfully, but what’s the point of sleeping if nightmares keep fucking happening, he put his hands on his eyes to try to get the sleepiness out of his eyes, “hey (Y/n), could you…” *sighs through his nose* “could… you help me out to sleep”, he said barely a whisper, when he got no response he removed his hands from his eyes, and turned to the left, “(Y/n)?”, she wasn’t right next to him, or anywhere in her room. 

“(Y/n)?”He sat up slowly and saw her door was cracked open slightly, a small light coming from the door, ‘she must’ve got up to eat or something?’ He got up slowly and walked up to the door, right when he was next to the door, he heard someone crying, scared even, “please stop…”, Billy opened the door in a rushed, because he knows that voice, it was (Y/n), Billy rushed over to see what was happening, even if his lung sting or burned from breathing in a rush, he wanted to help (Y/n).

He got to the living room from the end of the hall and saw Neil, (Y/n) was bruised up, purple and dark violet bruises on her face, she had knife marks on her arms, with pink scratch marks and a violet bruised around her neck, she was sobbing her eyes out, Neil saw Billy, and picked up (Y/n) and put a knife on her throat, “hey, William…” Neil said. 

“Let her go!” 

“Why.”

“LET HER GO!!” Billy lung felt like it was gonna burst, but he didn’t care for anything except you.

Billy tried to walk forward, But Neil put the knife closer to (Y/n)’s throat, “Nuh uh uh,” Billy stopped in his steps, just froze up, “what too afraid…”, Billy’s lips quivered, “stop…”, “stop! *pff* are you fucking idiotic!”, the room was silent for a moment, Billy couldn’t think what to do, “Billy-“ (Y/n) said, “shut your fucking mouth you whore”, Neil covered her mouth, and moved the knife into her shoulder, she screamed and cried in agony, “dad stop!” Billy was begging at this point. “Dad, *laughs* Dad?!?!?” Neil moved the knife more into her muscle tissue, “don’t call me your father, why would I want a weak and pathetic son like you.”

“Stop please…” 

Neil pulled out the knife from her shoulder, and put it back on her throat, it was near inches from her throat, “Billy…”, “(Y/n)… don’t worry i-“, Neil put the knife back on her neck, “don’t test me boy.”

“Dad-  ple- please, don’t do this…” Billy was crying at this point.

“B- bill-“

‘Shit what do I do!’

“Billy!”

‘Prez- fuck what do I do!!’

“BILLY!”

————

Billy’s eyes shot open, his body was covered in sweat, his shirt was drenched in sweat, his breathing was hyperventilating speed, “(Y/N)!” He look to his left, and saw (Y/n) with a sad worried look, “BB?”, Billy stared at her for a couple seconds, on her arms, her face, her neck, not a bruise or scratch, or knife wound in sight, “g- good, yo- your *sniffle* ok…” “did you-“, “of course I- I- I had a shi- *sniffle* shity nightmare…”, “do you want to-“ “no.” 

(Y/n) POV

‘Billy…’

Billy’s body was shaking up, his breathing was worryingly unnormal, he put his right hand on his left side, everytime he breathed heavily, he would clench his side, and grunt or winced in pain, it made your heart throb when you heard him cry silently. ‘I just want to help…’

(Y/n) slowly put a hand through his curly dirty blonde locks, he leaned in her touch, his crying was softing a bit, “Bil- William everything going to be ok, I’m here…”

Billy stared at you for a second with teary eyes, he opened his mouth, but then closed it.

Billy POV

She looks worried, ‘don’t pity me…’  her soft gentle face, makes my heart throbs, what do I deserve your pity, you probably think I’m weak, a fucking scumbag, crying bitch tears, in a beautiful woman’s bed. Instead of showing her, how a real man can be, strong, fierce, and tough, someone you don’t have to worry about, someone you can see as an alpha, not a weak squeamish omega.

“(Y/n) are you- *sniffle* ok?”

“Yes… I am? Did you… have a nightmare about me?”

Billy stayed silent and just nodded, “yeah… you probably think it’s stupid or I’m lacklusting…”

“What- No, Billy… Nightmares are normal, it’s normal for people who have trauma, it’s normal for kids and children to have nightmares, it’s normal for people who are dealing with post traumatic stress disorder, and it’s always good to have someone help out with your or someone else’s nightmares…”

“…”

“So don’t ever think that you're a burden for your nightmares, because I’m here to help, not make you feel unwelcome or uncomfortable, I’m your friend.”

Billy was a little shocked by hearing what you said, he thought you were just gonna laugh at him and just brushed it off and just went back to sleep, well what do you expect from a kid that been abused and protecting his mother even at a young age, just a Meer child protecting his momma from danger, from a abusive fuck up of a father. Now is a grown man trying to explain his emotions to someone that he had trusted since middle school, ‘but why is it so hard to explain everything.’ He felt frustration in his veins again, he sighed angrily, which made (Y/n) face even more sad, it made Billy’s frustration turn into guilt, ‘no…’ *sigh* He closed his eyes and put his hand that was on his side, and put it on his face, as facepalm motion, he slowly put his left arm up a little.

“Do you want me to sleep by your side?”

Billy just nodded, and (Y/n) slowly cuddled up next to Billy, she put her arms around his waist lightly, she understands that his abdomen has sore pains and his right lung can strain here and there, Billy’s heart skip a beat, Billy removed his hand away from his face and looked at (Y/n), his cheeks started warmed up a little, ‘fuck not this fucking feeling again’, he looked over to the orange clock and it says three fourty-five in the morning, Billy sighed and layed his head on the soft pillow, he tried to close his eyes, but… “did I do something wrong”, (Y/n) tilt her head a little, “no I was just checking the time, sleeping can be hard sometimes…” he whispered, she nodded and layed her head back on his chest.

Billy felt more relaxed than lying alone on one side of the bed. His heart and cheeks are still going nuts, but at least he can get these emotions under control while drifting off and sleeping.

—- time skip (actually morning) —-

When Billy woke up he felt the pillow softer than usual. He put his face more into it, his arms were around (Y/n)’s Waist, and he wrap his arms a little more tighter, she moan softly, and that made Billy jolt up a little, he opened his eyes slightly, “your ok Prez-“ *small yawn*, his voice was a little raspy from the all tiredness, he opened his eyes slightly more fully, ‘Huh’ he moved his head slightly and saw what he was sleeping on, and saw (Y/n)’s chest, and freaked out, face going red, and he quickly moved his whole body away, but then a disappointing sharp pain, came from his abdomen and his lung, he clutch his side, and sat up slowly, *small groan*, ‘stupid stupid stupid’ his eyes were shut for a couple seconds, then he opened them, *a long sigh*, he felt so heated up and he hated it, ‘ok, what the hell is wrong with me.’

He felt his face heated up, and his heart beating through his ribs, ‘FUCK, why am I feeling this way when (Y/n) around, when other women I was with, this stupid feeling wasn’t there, even when I was either fucking them or if I was making out with them, OR EVEN CLOSE TO THEM, FUCK!’ Billy was losing his mind, his mind was running hoops at this point, so he tried to move out of the bed slowly, but. “NOOoooo, I want my- *small yawn* my snuggles…” (Y/n) whispered and she put her sleep self closer to him, and wrap her arms around his waist, she tightened her grip a little, which cose a small pain around his abdomen, but he didn’t care, what he cared about was HIS FUCKING MIND GOING ON LOOPS.

Billy had to figure out these emotions, but first he had to get out of her room, he got his shakey hands, ‘oh my god, why the fuck am I shaking!’ He moved her arms slowly to the bed and slowly got up from her bed, and slowly walked out of her room, then closed her door quietly. And speed walked to the bathroom, which was right next to her room, he went in and closed the door.

He walked up to the mirror, and stared at himself, his face flushed red, his hands were at the end of the sink counter, he was clenching his hands into the counter, and ducked his head down low, ‘what the hell was that Billy.” He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else; but that darn moan was replaying in his head, it was so soft and gentle, his knees felt tight just thinking about, ‘no, no, no,’ he shook his head in a no response. The moans and gasps got worse, his mind was toying with him, your small frame up against him, telling him, “everything going to be ok…”, while giving him kisses on his neck, putting her gentle hands around his hips, putting her body a little closer and sucking soft hickeys on his neck; slowly moving down his chest, she moved down to his nip, putting soft hickeys on it, Billy moved his legs a little, from his shameful erection, *sigh…* ‘we’re just friends, nothing else…’

Just saying that was a huge mistake. His mind was getting worse by the second, seeing you from kissing to hickeys, to seeing you laying on your bed, topless with no sheer bra; yes; not your usual cheap bra from your local supermarket, it’s the one you get from Victoria steel you secret, ‘fucking Victoria’; just seeing you topless and you giving permission to touch them, “aww does someone wants to get their hands full”, she swayed her hips a little, his mind was playing tricks with him, he moved one of his hands, to his hips to his upper front thigh, his thumb touched his shalf, his zipper was tight, nerve racking as hell; just for him to unzip it, his erection was painful, he groaned silently, because he didn’t want to worry anyone, why would anyone want to know a degrading lowlife having a throbbing erection. In their bathroom, right next to their daughter’s room. 

“Mmmmhhnnnn”, his mind continues to wander, to (Y/n) teasing, swinging her hips, him touching her soft breast, to her moans coming back, him touching her thighs Delicately, whispering that her moans were elegant and graceful to his ears, him thrusting her softly, her moans gets louder; his heart pumps like fire, his shameful erection tings in his pants; wanting that to happen instead of these shameful thoughts, ‘you know what, I need a cold shower!’

He started up the shower, it was icy cold, but he can care less, at least it wasn’t hot, just thinking about steamy showers, makes him nauseous just thinking about it, ‘fucking mind flayer’, he started to take his clothes off, when he got to his boxers, he just sighed through his nose in disappointment, he slowly took them off revealing his penis, in all its glory, well in its humiliating and disgraceful hard almost swollen form, he look at it for a few seconds, disgusted that he knows he had to fix it.

With a heavy sigh he went in the shower, he put his hands on the tiled wall, he lowered his head a little, the cold water was relaxing his nerves, after his mind kinda settled down a bit, he moved his right hand off the wall, to his hip, to his erected penis, he stroke his shaft, he groaned quietly, but his mind was getting with him again, desires and lustful thoughts swarms his mind. Her helping him stroke it and massage his dick, he moan with pleasure, and groaned with dissatisfied pleasure, ‘fuck, I- I don’t like… we’re- we’re just fri- friends’, fuck even my thoughts are stuttering, he look down and saw his soft erection, ‘u know what… fuck… maybe I do have the hearts for (Y/n)- Fuck- FUCK’, he closed his eyes shut and slammed his left palm in the tile wall, Billy felt ashamed from his desires and his memories being all corrupt. When his erection stopped being an asshole he moved his right hand back on the tiles.

The silence was unbearable for the amount of seconds went by, there was a light knock on the bathroom door, (Y/n) spoke up afterwards, “is everything alright in there”, “ye- yeah, everything all chill”, “ok, just a heads up, I making breakfast, it would be eggs and rice, with some bacon on the side, would that be great!” Her voice was so cheerful today, he chuckled a little, “yeah, that sounds good”, “oh also we’re the only adults in the house for a bit, well… for a while actually- my parents are off on a business trip, they would be back probably… 3 months.” “3 months?” “Yeah, they said it’s an overseas business trip, so that’s understandable,” “tru tru,” “well, see you, B,” “see you…”

She walked off to the kitchen, the shower was still running but he turned it off afterwards, he felt cleaned up, but in the same time not, the smell of cum was in the air, a heavy sigh filled the air, he got out of the shower, and toweled himself off, and… shit, he forgot his clothes, looking at his dirty sweat drenched clothes, he was more disgusted with the smell of his own cum then the sweaty clothes, he was about to huff in frustration, but a small knock was heard from the door. “Billy? I saw you left the room quickly, and rushed to the bathroom, is everything ok?” “Yeah… everything is fine, so don’t worry about it…” he mumbled, “ok… oh! Also, you forgot to bring your clothes, so here!” She squatted and shoved each clothes Individually. A white Blane shirt, gray sweatpants, black boxers, with white socks, she stood up, “your welcome bb, I’m gonna finish up breakfast, see you.”

“See ya, prez…” when he heard her fully left to the kitchen, he sighed, feeling his heart beating 100 miles per second, ‘god dang it, I cant believe that I’m in love… just her bein on the other side of the door, drove my emotions nuts’, he tried to get his mind off it, he looked to his right, to see the scar on his abdomen, is shockley huge, no wonder his doctor was like “how the hell” written all over her stupid looking face, it shaped like a firework explosion, massive unholy scar that went up to his chest, little streaks at the end of the scar we’re almost around his whole body, “shit”, he put his shakey right hand slowly to his abdomen, his scar felt raw and scaly, and he moved his hand up his chest, he started to shook a little by how huge the scar was, no wonder the doc was freaked out, ‘fuck… fuck fuck… shi- shit’ his mind was running in loops, ‘people would think-‘, the word monster kept popping in his head, ‘horrid, monster, terrifying, your a freak!’ he heavily breathed out through his nose, and turned to the left and grabbed the shirt first, it was slightly baggy, but at least it hides that horrendous scar, then the rest of the clothes on after, after the socks were on, he looked back at the mirror, he felt a little at ease that the shirt is covering it up.

Disappointment filled his brain when he saw how his muscles were gone, and how skinny he got, well he wasn’t Scrawny, but he looked more average, slightly skinny, but it wasn’t worriedly out there, he sighed in frustration, ‘whatever’, then cleaned up and grabbed Lysol from the bottom cabinet, then Lysol the bathroom because of the smell of cum, he crackled at the thought of all what happened between either and now, “fucking idiot…” he whispered to himself, and put the Lysol back at the bottom cabinet and left the bathroom.

When he walked out it felt a lot warmer in the house then usual, maybe that cold shower made everything warmer, he actually liked the warmth in the house, made him feel more relaxed, he moved his hands to his face, to wake the tiredness out of his eyes, and breathed out with relief; that all that stupid shit from yesterday was long gone, “morning fuck head, how’s your loneliness doing”, well almost everything. “Max… it’s been a long day…” he yawns and puts his hands down. “Can you not be a rival, this early in the morning”, “Nope!” He mumbled In a annoyed manner, and took a seat at the opposite side of max where she was sitting. “Why do you smell like Lysol?” “Why do you smell like you're about to be grounded.”

“BILLY!!”

“WHA- ow.” Billy clenched his side, “HA that’s what you get!” Billy just looked at (Y/n) and ignored Max. 

“Your food is done anyway, here.”

(Y/n) walked over with his plate, she set it down in front of him, it looked kinda large from his side of view, or maybe the fact it looks huge is because of his small stomach, hell being slightly underweight feels so embarrassing eating small portions then regular or slightly bigger portions. (Y/n) glanced at his face, he looked frustrated, his mouth slightly clenched, his eyebrows lowered than his usual casual poker face, “you? Don’t like it?”

“HUH-! No, No no-, I like it. I just think it’s a lot, then I usually eat…”

“Oh- it is the normal amount u eat actually. Here let me take some in the fridg-“

“No- it’s ok! I can eat it!”

“Ok just let me know if you can’t finish it”

(Y/n) sat next to him on his left and placed her food where she was going to sit, Billy glanced at her food, ‘why the hell is your food cute’ she had pancakes shaped like little panda with strawberry shaped hearts for the ears with a whip cream bow tie, she sat down and glanced at Billy again saw him staring, “hmm?”

“Why is your food cute”

“Why the hell are you crushing on (Y/n)‘s food?! Why don’t you marry it?!”

Billy looked up with disappointment, “shut your mouth”

“Make me, u fucker”

“Damn I didn’t know you two can be such siblings for hours huh.”

“SHUT UP”, Max and Billy said.

“What; it’s not my fault you two are cute siblings”

Max just kept eating her food. While Billy was blushing like a bad man taking some kid’s red ice cream on a Sunday. He mumbles then starts eating his food slowly.

—- time skip bitch —-

(Y/n) and max left a little while ago, She had to dropped off max to school, ‘life really does change over the years hmm’ he stated at his empty plate, ‘can’t believe I ate all of that’ he rubbed his stomach with his left arm, because of the pressure of the food in his stomach that is adjusting, it put some pressure on his abdomen a little but it didn’t hurt that much. ‘I wonder when she’ll come back’ . It's been over half an hour since she left.

A pair of keys was heard from the door, well a struggle of which fucking key it should be to open the damn door. ‘Hehe’ he chuckled through his nose and slowly got up and walked to the door. He unlocked the door and saw (Y/n) at the door. “How’s the struggle Prez” he put his stupid smug smiles on, “har har… Billy'' she softly punched his left arm and walked inside. He followed behind and closed the door behind him, “hey after I clean up these plates, do you want to go to the mall?” She turned her head around while slowly grabbing each plate, “uhh'', Billy slowly looked down on himself he gulped and put his left hand around his neck in a discomfort motion, (Y/n) saw his discomfort, “oh actually we don’t have to go if you don’t want too; I understand we can stay here-“ “No!- mmhg, sorry… it’s ok, I just need a jacket, is all…” (Y/n) face looked puzzled for a bit but then soon understood. “Oh! Ye sure, let me finish these dishes and I'll go grab one of my dad jackets.” before she walked to the sink with plates in hands. She gave the most gentlest smile back, Billy’s heart skips a beat, he then looked at the floor to cover up his slightly red cheeks, (Y/n) was already cleaning the dishes, ‘god why do I blush like an idiot’ he shook his head back in forth, in a fast motion and looked up and breathed out, “do you always make food this bomb”, he walked up to the table and sat down on one of the chairs, she just giggled.

“Well I learned it from my mother, your actually eating head chef”

“Wait- your mother is a head ch-“

“No!, but I always tell her that because her food is delicious…”

“Not as delicious as yo- I MEAN- fuck- ow”

(Y/n) just laughed, “ok mister flirt”; Billy just smirked back but while Billy was clenching his side a little, In discomfort he tried to fix it but it felt knotted, when he tried even a small bit he felt a burning sensation, “mmmggg” he was so distracted by his side that he didn’t even seen (Y/n) holding the dark red jacket next to him, “are you ok?” He looked up, “ye-“ he shut his eyes shut; ‘fuck that just made it worse’ she layed the jacket on the table and lowered herself down a little, “let me see”, with no hesitation Billy just moved up his shirt a little, (Y/n) saw the problem, his left prosthetic lung was slightly out, it was under his skin but it felt out of place, she slowly put it back in place, and started to rub his side a little, “is that better?” “God that feels a lot better” Billy then slowly grabbed the jacket and slowly put it over his head, when he got it sorted, he felt annoyed, he breathed out with frustration, “what’s wrong?!” “I hate feeling smaller” now that (Y/n) thinks about it, it looked baggy on him, “but it’s fine, it just takes time to get myself back where I was… originally at…” he said in a low tone, (Y/n) just smiled and gave him a reassuring shoulder rub, before she walked past him, “oh. Here”, she suddenly looked in her small backpack and got out 3 small lollipops, one was green, and two oranges, “sorry I really like orange so your gonna see that a lot”, she hand them to him, “thanks..”, “your welcome”.

When she past by him And opened the door, Billy followed, ‘still can’t believe fuckin lollipops help with my anxiety’ he poped on in his mouth and followed after her.

— time skip (close to noon) —

The ride was quiet, houses passing by, some people walking their dogs or just some kids just hanging out with their friends, “hey Billy…” 

“Hmm…”

“I know we’re out of the hospital… but do you need to do anything else to do at the hospital?”

“Well I had a phone call a little later after you left; they told me that whenever I feel unfucked, I can get lighter meds and start working, or whatever I usually do…”

“Well that’s good-“

“Well YEA- *mmmgg* but not really because I’ll be sitting around for some fuckin months, without really doing work, or not riding my Camaro…”

“Well… you have me and max-“

“Max… *sigh* I know she forgave me but sometimes it feels half-sided… did she tell you anything when you were driving her to school.”

“No, we just talked about her friends and a bit of her mom, but nothing negative towards you or to anyone else.”

“Well that’s good…”

“Yeah, don't even sweat it, b.” 

‘Well that's a relief’ billy’s muscles slowly untense, His mind felt mellow, the soft music in the car made everything felt slow and calm and collected, it makes billy’s eyes droopy, soon (Y/n) started humming to the music, he feels the tiredness kicks in, “ima take a nap tell me when we get there” billy crunch the small bit of lollipop and left the stick in the change compartment, “hey!” Billy laughed through his nose, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

—- time skip (literally 35 minutes) —-

(Y/n) POV 

When I parked the car, it felt silent until I heard Billy’s small snores from my right. (Y/n) looked to her right and saw Billy, ‘oh b…’ ‘his snores were light, maybe because of his lung’, his breathing would stop midway, like it got stuck on something, (Y/n) also noticed if he breathed to much, his eyes would squeeze little, then unsqueezed when he fixed his air pipes.

(Y/n) didn’t want to wake up mister cute asshole, but she had too. So she moved her hand to his arm and shaked him so lightly because she didn’t want to hurt him.

Billy’s POV

The light shakes stirred him up, made him breathed more than what he remembered to do, which made his breathing hitched, *mmmgg* he opened his eyes instantly to remember where the hell he was at again, he felt his muscles tense up, when he saw to his right first, he felt the anxiety kicking in when he thought he wasn’t home, then he looked to his left and saw (Y/n), felt all that anxiety and that muscle tension eased out, “you ok? You looked stressed and sorry I woke you up, we're already here.” “It’s… ok just so much has happened beforehand and when I wake up… I just feel like something bad would happen.”

“Sorry b for scaring you… but you know I’m here for you, so nothing horrible is gonna happen, and if it does happen, I got your back.”

“Why are you… Nevermine” ‘you fucking idiot why would you even answer that question, she’s probably doing it out of pity-‘

“Because your my friend, and I want to help you get back on your feet, so you can help Maxine now, when before you couldn’t because of your fucker of a dad.”

Billy felt touched about that, “thanks for being here for me…” he said in just a whisper…

“Ok no more being a downer! Come on, let's have fun!” She then quickly but carefully grabbed one of the lollipops from his jacket, and took it out and handed it to Billy, he took it. It was the lime, he peeled the rapper and put the sucker in, she was already out of her car, so she tapped the window beside him.

“Ye ye… coming sweet cheeks.”

—— time skip (just walked in the mall) —-

The mall was huge from the inside, there was stores from left to right, there where your little stores that were in the middle of the mall and your huge crowds that always gave you that anxiety, when you don’t need it the most, that dumb tension was coming back, because people were giving those slight disgusted glances at him, he teethed his lollipop stick in his mouth, there was still lime lefted but he might just break it. (Y/n) starts to notice his panic, “hey don’t mind them.” She moved in front of him “just focus on me, because those small bit of people are just some nobodies” “look who you're talking to.” Billy felt anxious, so he slowly put his hood up and just looked down downward to hide from everyone around him, even you.

So (Y/n) got a little closer, which confused him because of how close she was to him, “I thought the B I knew didn’t give to shits what people think.” “Well guess I’m really have changed, just a fuckin loser-“ “No, your strong, because you protected a bunch of kids from a big fuck up that was going to kill everyone.” “…” “and the B, I know just saved me and max, from a racist sugar daddy” Billy just chuckled, “don’t call that asshole a sugar daddy because your wayyy off.. sweetheart” she laughed back, “ok, and” she moved her hand to his hood and moved it off his head and put it to his shoulders, “why are you hiding such a handsome face away from little o me�� she then moved her hand to his chin to lift it up a little. His ears were slightly red, she then grabbed his right hand from his jacket pocket and tried to pull him so he could start moving.

“You're a cheater, you know that.”

“Not if that cheater is trying to help!”

He squeezed her hand lightly and started to move a little.

“Thanks miss prez”

“Har har, bb.”

— tiny time skip >:D —

They walked in plenty of stores, some people still having those looks, but all he cares about is (Y/n), that dumb fuckin anxiety try to come back, but he would look back at (Y/n) or her just speaking just helped in general. When they went to their last store for the 2 hours that passed from the other stores, it was a male clothing store. The clothes were a bit expensive but on the rich side.

She was looking black plain shirts, she always looked at the darker colors, “what do you think of this shirt?” she brought up a dark gray shirt, it almost looked black, “it’s a nice color but why are you looking in a men’s store?” “Oh! Uh! Just getting my father some clothes. Also what size are you?” Billy just gave a disappointed look ‘why my size?!?!’ He looked down on his shirt, “wait sorry, I meant how you used to weigh.”

“Oh, I thought you meant now, um I was a L, aren’t your father a XL?”

“Well…. He told me that he lost some weight, so now he’s a Large!”

‘I’m not bying it Prez’ “ok… also if ur going to ask my favorite colors, they’re black and dark red”

“Blood red or crimson red?”

“Sweet thing isn’t that the same thing”

She gives a disappointed look, “blood red is darker.”

“Ok then I like blood red”

She grabbed a blood red jacket, it had a black rose design on the right upper side of the chest area. Then she picked up a white shirt and a black one. The jacket was a bit expensive, “hey I can buy the jacket for your dad.” 

“Oh no I got everything, don't worry about it!”

“Ok, Miss Prez.”

Right before they were at the cash counter, (Y/n) spoke, “hey do you want to grab something to eat at the food court, before we go grab your sister from her school?”

“Sure and it will be my treat.”

“Sure and thanks, I feel like I spent a lot today.”

Billy just chuckled, “yea, no shit, I’m holding three bags full of stuff.”

She just gave that uh huh look and said, “thanks Mr security guard.”

“Mmmmhmmm”

When they made it to the counter, she paid off the clothes and they both walked out to the food court.

—- time skip >:D —

After they ordered their tacos, they placed all their bought things under the table and their food on the table. Billy sat down first and he sat on the cushioned side of the table, (Y/n) was about to sit on the other side but she sat next to Billy. Billy was slightly questioning but he changed his mind and just didn’t mind it. Her right leg touched his left a little, “can’t wait to destroy these tacos”

Billy just laughed, “why destroy it, why don’t you just…”

He opened the taco a little, “eat it out…”

(Y/n) just blushed slightly and punched his left arm lightly. “You dork, why are you so flirtatious…”

They just laughed and continued to eat.

—-

Billy finished up his food and (Y/n) was just finishing up. Those disgusted stares eventually settled down after a bit, but Billy had a distinct feeling, that a small group was staring daggers behind his neck, a anxious feeling started to crawl up his spine, Billy started to fidget his right leg, (Y/n) started to notice his fidgeting, “you ok-.”

“Well isn’t that Billy hargrove…” four boys came up from behind, they were four Caucasian young men, looked around their age, one was wearing a red flannel, one was wearing a white plain shirt, another was wearing a gray jacket, and the last one was wearing all black. “So what happened to the glorious king, hm.”

“Shut your mouth”

“Dang still vicious as before, but I guess you're still just a drag to hangout around”

Billy just gave a annoyed look, (Y/n) opened her mouth to say something, but then the other boy with the red flannel spoke up, “oh and he has chick too”

“Yeah Billy, why don’t you hand her over so we can talk to her instead.”

“How about you all fuck off, before something about to happen.”

“Oh what the last thing I heard you had a serious bad surgery, so I highly doubt you can fight with how scrawny you are.”

“*sigh*, come on (Y/n) let’s go get my sibling and get the fuck out of here” Billy try to get up but he got pushed down, by a hand on his right shoulder, “where the fuck your going aren’t you going to fight, oh wait you fucking can’t because are little Billy here has changed-“

(Y/n) spoke up “would you shut your mouth, and leave us the fuck alone.”

“whoa! Someone got your panties wet-“ 

‘Oh fuck this’ Billy tried to punch the bastard with his right hand but the guy use his left hand and pin Billy’s right arm down, “get the chick!” The guy with the grey jacket grab (Y/n) by the arm, “fuck off! Let go of me!” People around them were starting to stare, someone was calling security, and others speeding running off to a another location, “let go of her!-" Suddenly Billy felt lifted and pushed against a brick pillar that was on Billy’s right side from where he was sitting, “wow you really are light.” “Shut your fuckin!-“ the guy punch Billy in his stomach region, Billy grasped for air, but then had a coughing fit after it, Billy lowered his head a little but that didn’t last long, the guy used his left hand and tugged Billy’s hair back, digging threw his scalp, and harshly put his head on the pillar. “Fuck! You're still healing from surgery, what an idiot.” Then he put his body up against Billy mostly his left arm up against him, then he used his right shin, and kneed him in the stomach, “MMMMMGGGG”, Billy was breathing heavy, and it hurt him even more because of his left fucking lung, “STOP!” 

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH BITCH, Jordan hand mark the knife, before security comes!”

The young lad that was wearing all black spoke, “but-“ Zacharius spoke up again.

“HAND IT OVER!”

Jordan with his shaky hand got the switchblade from his Jean pocket. And try to give it to mark, but Mark snatched the blade off Jordan’s hands, and he move (Y/n)’s back  to his chest, put her head back and put the knife on her neck, zacharius then looked back at Billy, “what are you going to do now, your precious little bitch is being handled with care-“

“I will fucking gut you up like a fish-“

Zacharius punch him in his face, and again, again, and again, Billy’s nose was bleeding, but he couldn’t care less, then he got punched in his abdomen twice, Billy started to coughed up blood, “your really are just a weakling-“

Billy spit his blood in Zach’s eyes, “AAAAAAGHHH, YOU FUCKER-“ Billy punched the living hell out of him, zach fell and almost knocked out but Billy got on him and started punching him again,

PUNCH

PUNCH

PUNCH

The security guard finally came over, and Mark let go of the knife; let go (Y/n) and scatter, the other boys ran off. (Y/n) was shocked what just happened and what Billy was still punching him, Zacharius was crying his eyes out, and screaming stop, (Y/n) finally moved with her shaky legs and got to Billy

PUNCH

“Billy stop!”

PUNCH

“BILLY!” 

PUNCH

(Y/n) got a hold of Billy’s swinging arm, Billy froze and looked back at (Y/n), ‘(Y/n)?!’ (Y/n) pulled him up and the security guard came over with a first aid kit and handed it over to (Y/n), “you both lucky, people said that you two were defending yourselves, now get the hell out of here!”

“Yes ma’am.” You both said and picked up your stuff and walked back to the car.

——

After everything was put in the back seats, (Y/n) got in the car; Billy was already in the car, he was slouching over and his head was in his hands.

Billy felt (Y/n) staring at him, “why do you even hang around by me, I’m always trouble, always causing trouble, and always being around trouble…” Billy’s voice sounded hoarse.

“B, it wasn’t even your fault…”

“No it is, everything and everyone always wants to pick a fight with a troublesome asshole like myself.”

“Well you're wrong in so many ways, that I would call you. Fuckin idiot, if you think I wouldn’t be there for you.”

“…”

“Lift your head up”

Billy lift his head up and you can see the pain in his eye, his mouth slightly quivering, (Y/n) saw red and purple bruises on his face, and a black eye on his left, his nose had dried up blood, so she cleaned and cleared the blood out, put some band-Aids on some scrapes on his face.

“Why are you doing this?”

“B I’m not answering that question, you already know”

“…”

“Also don’t think it is weird but I need you to take your shirt off and jacket, so I can check any injuries.”

Billy took his jacket off and then his shirt, and put them behind his chair. Then (Y/n) moved in his lap, “wait-“

“Not what you think.”

Billy fell silent again and looked to his left, hiding his red cheeks, (Y/n) put alcohol on his scrapes and bandaged them up, (Y/n)’s legs were at each side of his legs, every time she touched him or checked and moved to see anything else that is bruised, her hips would sway, he was trying so hard to not be fucking hard.

“There, I finished, you're all good.”

She climbed back in the driver’s seat. Billy got his clothes from the back seat and put them back on. (Y/n) spoke, “how are you feeling?”

“Just fine Prez… and sorry what happened either…”

“B, it’s like I said you're fine, nothing is wrong, it’s just the universe can be a real asshole and we have to deal with it…”

“…”

“Now let’s go get your adorable gremlin of a sister…”

Billy put a slight smile on his face, “*sigh* oh Prez…”

[chateautae]

maybe i do | kth. V

➵ summary :  maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

↳  part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre :  arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae,  s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 17k

➵ warnings : swearing, A N G S T, descriptions of stress, insinuations of cheating, heavy making out, sexual content (finally LMAO), marking, breast play, fingering, lots of dirty talk, teasing, mentions of tae’s massive c0ck cause wbk, oral (f. receiving), praising, light name kink, some cute domesticity i honestly cried writing

➵ a/n: thank you to my beta-reader @hantaev, my precious english student who really helped with my mistakes 🥺 i apologize in advance for the rollercoaster ride that is this chapter, but i hope you’re still enjoying these two idiots navigating their feelings 🥰, as always, feedback is appreciated my loves!

chapter five : “would it be alright, if i pulled you closer?”

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Taehyung ♡ : Y/N

Taehyung ♡ : Y/N

Taehyung ♡ : Y/N answer me 

Taehyung ♡ : jagiya

Taehyung ♡ : baby

Taehyung ♡ : princess, answer me 

Taehyung ♡ : if you don’t answer me right now i’ll call you my princess 

You : Taehyung what the FUCK

You : you just dropped me off at work, what do you want??

Taehyung ♡ : how hard was it this morning to cover up my hickeys ;)

You : ... Mr. Kim, i advise you start driving before i come back out and kick you

Taehyung ♡ : why is my princess so violent?? jheez

You : TAE-this can’t be the only reason you texted, what do you acc want

Taehyung ♡ : just seeing if you remember lunch today

You : why are you so annoying? of course I remember -_-

Taehyung ♡ : just checking

Taehyung ♡ : i also wanted to say good work with the going on dates idea, media’s covered everything and we look really convincing :)

You : well isn’t that lovely 

Taehyung ♡ : okay i’m driving now, bye

You : TAEHYUNG WHAT THE HELL

Taehyung could only stifle an evil snicker as he turned his phone screen off, amused more than he should’ve been. He kicked his car into ignition, speeding off to endure another day at work until you’d arrive at noon, gracing the taxing place with your pretty face.  

And it put him in a good mood, fuck, a great mood. It was funny actually, Taehyung’s older secretary in her wise 50′s had pointed out slight changes in him seemingly because of his ‘Mrs. Kim.’ 

He was strangely more approachable, and his eyes didn’t always set into the hard stare he usually assumed. Instead of only flashing a tight-lipped smile to whomever he passed, Taehyung’s smile was slowly beginning to crease his eyes, and the hushed whispers of workers at his company claimed he was more forgiving these days. 

Taehyung attempted to deny it all, though his good-natured secretary Mrs. Lee would never let him hear the end of it.

“It’s that wife of yours, isn’t it Mr. Kim?” His secretary smiled sheepishly as she stood before his desk, eyeing him knowingly. 

“Mrs. Lee, I am not different at all, I’m just.. in a good mood these days.” 

“And it’s because of your lovely wife, isn’t it?” 

Taehyung teetered on rejecting her once again, though ended up realizing she was essentially right. He didn’t want to outwardly admit it, but spending time with you has oddly been loosening him up, and he didn’t feel so listless these days. 

His expression simmered into a small smile. “I think you’ve got a schedule to read out, right, Mrs. Lee?” His eyes playfully scrutinized her, and Mrs. Lee could only chuckle along with him as she turned her attention to her notes. 

“You have a meeting at 10 for the progression on your deal with Steeles’ Ltd. The Busan headquarters will also be sending their month-end report regarding construction on the newest building. The distribution team should be getting the status of your latest chips sent to Japan today. The paper work will be prepared thereafter, and your afternoon has been booked for meetings with Mr. Yang and Mr. Jeong.”

“Alright, thank you, Mrs. Lee.” 

His secretary vacated his office and Taehyung blew a raspberry, reclining back in his chair as he contemplated his busy day. He decided to get a crack on the current paperwork crowding his desk, believing his day was going to be just like any other, flooded with work he’d be able to push through. 

However, as Taehyung’s day gradually progressed, it did not go as planned.  

“Mrs. Lee, why was I delivered coffee?” Taehyung inquired through the extension of his phone, her desk on the other end. 

“What? But you drink tea, Mr. Kim.” 

“Exactly, so why is there a cup of coffee sitting on my desk?” 

“Ah, I’m so sorry Mr. Kim, it may have been an accident of one of the secretaries in-training.” 

Taehyung could only take a heavy sigh. The wretched liquid has always tasted like poison to him, and he’d always made his preference of tea very explicitly clear, so he couldn’t understand how someone made such an error, especially a preferential one. 

Nonetheless, he chose to forgive it and had the coffee returned, instead moving on to prepare for his upcoming meeting at 10. 

Though unfortunately, it proved to be another tick in his good day. 

“Han Co. offered a better deal?”

“Yes, sir. And I believe we’re looking at quite an exorbitant deal. Steeles’ Ltd. is currently predicted to accept theirs over ours. We’re in dire need of hiking up the price.” 

Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose, puffing out frustrated air as he rested in his seat overlooking the grand meeting hall of executives. 

“Alright, we’ll draft something new.” Taehyung concluded sharply before adjourning the meeting, loosening his suit out of feeling like he was being constricted. He couldn’t help but become pissed at the mention of Han Co., returning to his office vexed. 

Fucking Hisung, jackass just had to one-up me. 

Taehyung had initiated his remedy for the deal, working on conjuring a new one alongside some of his team members. It’d been advancing smoothly until his reports from the Busan headquarters reached him, another hiccup he didn’t expect. 

“7 months? The construction is delayed by 7 months?!” 

“We believe so, Mr. Kim. Unfortunately the weather has been volatile, and significant property damage has been sustained.” 

Now Taehyung was utterly irritated, why did it seem like everything was against him today? He almost let out his anger on the man on the other end until he breathed, suddenly remembering the simple technique you’d once encouraged him to use. 

He decided to internalize his frustration since it wasn’t necessarily anyone’s fault, and was gladly already hitting the 11:30 mark of his day.

The thought of you peculiarly popped into his head. 

You’ll have lunch with him, he told himself. You’ll arrive at noon and everything will be okay. 

Taehyung acquiesced and simmered down. “Okay.. let’s monitor the weather and move accordingly.” 

Cutting the call, he believed he could catch a brief interval to relax before he saw you. You’d already seen him angry once, and Taehyung despised how easily he divulged such a vulnerable part of himself to you, not to mention it may have scared you. 

The last thing he wanted was his wife seeing him in a stressful state, the emotion regarded as a weak point Taehyung didn’t want others to see, because he’s seemingly never stressed to anyone. He’s a competent, powerful CEO that can’t be hindered by such a thing, and knows how to handle it on his own. 

He stuck to those exact principles as the minutes ticked by, ultimately cooling down until Taehyung received another phone call that would ravage his mood.

“You’re telling me all 800,000 chips sustained an error from the manufacturers? Tell me this is a joke.” 

“I’m afraid not, Mr. Kim. They’ve informed us after a test run they weren’t functioning as they should have. Trouble-shooting indicated it was an issue with the chips’ hardware, nothing internal.” 

“Who in God’s name.. allowed 800,000 faulty chips to be cleared for Japan?! Where are the final evaluation reports for this batch? What the hell went wrong?” 

“We’re um.. working on it, sir. The department’s been in shambles since the news.” 

“No fucking kidding. We’ll have to launch an entire investigation on the manufacturing unit that produced them!”

“We are deeply sorry, Mr. Kim. We will do better next time. We’ll have them send the batch back for further investigation.” 

“Good, I need something going right around here.” And Taehyung cut the call without a second to spare. He had clearly jinxed this day, because quite literally everything had gone terribly wrong. 

He would have to spend days cleaning up these tedious messes, pushing his other tasks back drastically and dedicating mammoths of his time towards work now.

Taehyung plopped down onto his office chair dispiritedly, leaning over to hold his head in his hands against his desk. A headache was starting to pound in the back of his mind, he felt utterly drained of what he was now drowning in and an incessant ache he oddly developed in his shoulder today has refused to leave him alone. 

He’d taken every frustrating phone call he could’ve, scolded and yelled at whoever he needed to. Decisions were piling up, he was expected to make smart moves quickly and the paperwork involved was already as large as a tidal wave, sending him into a spiraling mess of stress. 

And just when Taehyung believed he’d receive some sort of reprieve when he finally saw you, his sanity was further tested by the visit of someone he never saw coming. 

Someone that wasn’t you. 

“Mr. Kim, You’d better be alert, Ms. Aera made an unexpected visit and she’s-” Mrs. Lee’s voice through the phone was interrupted with the loud opening of his door.

Right then and there, the woman came busting into his office, completely unbothered and unaware of how arbitrary her actions were. 

Taehyung’s eyes widened in disbelief, scolding her upon entry. “Aera, what are you doing here?” 

“Taehyungie! It’s been so long.” The woman cheered, face lighting up at the sight of Taehyung while he did the exact opposite, distraught behind his desk. 

“What do you want?” His eyebrows knitted disapprovingly. 

“Taehyungie, look-” 

“Don’t call me that.” Taehyung grimaced as he held a hand up to stop her. “I never authorized your visit, leave my office.” 

“But I just have something to say, please?” She acted innocent to win him over. 

“I’m not interested.”

“Please? It’s nothing bad, Taehyung.” The woman whined, loosely clutching a Michael Kors purse in her hand as she purposefully pouted. 

Taehyung could only sigh heavily thinking about this, massaging his tired eyes. He’d surely want this woman escorted out because he doesn’t have the capacity to deal with her, though it would only cause a scene knowing she’s the persistent, screaming and kicking type. He figured for an easier outcome, he could simply allow her to say her piece and she’d leave him alone

And the quicker he let her, the faster he could get rid of her.

He ran a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his chair, expression fed up as he addressed her blankly. “Make what you’re saying quick, I’ll only let you talk for that sole purpose.” 

The woman’s face couldn’t have been happier, excited with a hint of shyness as she spoke to him. Taehyung hadn’t been looking at her at all, and could only become appalled when he heard her question. 

“I was just wondering, could we spend another night together, Taehyung? Just one last time?”

His eyebrows quirked in disbelief, replying curtly. “I’m married. I’m not affiliated with you anymore.” 

“Married? Oh c’mon, Taehyung. You expect me to believe you’re now suddenly faithful to her when we were still sleeping together before your engagement? That makes no sense.” She argued venomously, eyebrows of her own incredulous. 

“She’s my wife, the answer is no.” Taehyung tried to keep his rage at bay, subduing the blood boiling under his skin after a tiresome day. 

The woman had the audacity to scoff. “She’s just some less-than heiress that has you seduced, Taehyung. Does she really mean that much to you?” 

Taehyung’s indignation now sky-rocketed, expression piercing.  “Talk about my wife like that again and you’re being dragged out of my office.” 

“And you didn’t answer my question, so it seems my offer still stands.” The woman’s face twisted into something proud, something that was tugging at every last nerve Taehyung had left for today and he wasn’t having it. 

“Get out of my office.”

“But Tae-”

“I said get out. I’m expecting someone for lunch. “

“Awh, is it your wife? Can I meet her? Or have you not told her about all your little escapades before her?” The woman pulled at his leg, pettiness evident in her tone and it was cutting at Taehyung’s last strand of sanity. 

His jaw could only lock with controlled rage as he spoke through gritted teeth. “Don’t ever go near my wife, and leave while I’m being nice.” 

The woman didn’t budge, only instead spoke nostalgically as she sauntered over to Taehyung. 

“But wasn’t I once your priority? The one you took to bed? The one you called when you were stressed? You seem stressed right now, baby, let me blow off some steam for you.” The woman’s manicured hands found purchase on Taehyung’s arms, just beginning to slide up teasingly. 

Taehyung was seconds from deflecting her cold touch, utter rejection written on him until his office door suddenly clicked open. 

“He’s taking quite long, don’t you think, Mrs. Lee?” You perked up from your seat outside Taehyung’s office, waiting for him to allow you inside. It was your first time visiting him, and you remained antsy fixing yourself to fit into the high-end look of his company. 

You were also buzzing because you’d received the best news ever concerning a gracious deal at work, and you were eager to spill every happy little detail to  Taehyung. 

“I’m not so sure, Mrs. Kim. He’s had quite the day, he should.. be welcoming you soon.” Mrs. Lee speculated with a slight stutter, confusing you until you sighed, thinking you’ve waited long enough.  

He was cutting into your lunch time already, and if he was too busy to attend he would’ve informed you with a simple text, just like he had about the success of your date. 

You hated to admit this, but that text minutely bothered you while reading it, automatically correlating anything Taehyung did last night with a show meant for the cameras. It was like a slap to the face considering nothing he did was genuine, though then again, that’s always been the point, everything’s supposed to be for public image, right?

Then why did it hurt when he sent that text?

You discarded the thought thinking you’ve been delayed enough, propping off your chair to turn the handle of his large office doors, Taehyung’s secretary suddenly exclaiming almost frantically.

“Oh no, Mrs. Kim, we-we need Mr. Kim to confirm whether he’s ready to accept a visitor or not.”

You waved her off with a small chuckle. “Oh please, I’m his wife, Mrs. Lee. I’m his most important visitor.” You remarked light-heartedly, scrunching your nose at her as you turned the handle. 

Your face was painted with a smile to greet Taehyung, setting foot inside his office only to be met by the last scene you’d thought you’d see. 

You caught sight of a quite provocatively, though expensively dressed woman with her ring-slated hands on your husband, her action only distracted by your entrance and lips curved into a scheming smile that made your stomach churn. 

Taehyung’s eyes widened in extreme shock, quickly ridding himself of the woman’s touch as he addressed you alarmed. “Y/N-”

“I was thinking you were caught up with something.” Your empty voice cut him off, expression beyond blank. An invisible knife was oddly twisting into your heart and it felt suffocating, clutching onto the strap of your side bag, trying to conceal the thickness of your voice as you looked on. “And I guess you are.. I’ll leave.”

“Y/N, wait, don’t go.” Taehyung called out urgently, desperation in his tone. 

“I think I really should.” 

“Jagiya, please stay. She was just leaving, I have no business with her.” Taehyung’s voice was more firm, trying to persuade you but you weren’t buying it, especially with him daring to call you a pet name right now. 

You nearly clutched the door more ajar until you suddenly heard the unknown woman’s voice perk up, clearly amused by the shit show she created.

“Jagiya? Oh, so you’re the wife? Aren’t you just the prettiest little thing?” She beamed, but you could only remain frozen in your spot angered, knowing exactly the type she was. 

“Aera, leave my office-”

“You call her Jagiya, isn’t that just adorable? I wonder how many times it took sleeping with you to gain that privilege-”

“Leave.” Taehyung’s voice resonated angrily in his office, his frightening stare flaring, though the woman only went on. 

“Ouu, there’s that temper I love oh so much.” The woman feigned adoration with a hand over her heart, then glancing towards you as she spoke. 

“He’s hot when he’s mad, isn’t he? Though I guess a whore like you would probably know.”

“Aera-”

“Or maybe you really are some runaway heiress he picked up off the streets and would never take to bed. Let me tell you, sweetie, there’s nothing like when he gets dominant and fucks you in all the right places-”

The sound of Taehyung rapidly rising from his seat and desk clattering filled the room, his voice irate with a locked jaw. “Leave, and I will not fucking ask you again.” 

Taehyung’s deep voice held an unwavering sense of authority as his eyes filled with rage, instantly making the woman standoff. It nearly rattled you if you weren’t battling a wave of hurt in your chest right now. 

The woman could only flash a condescending smile, addressing you both. “I’ll leave you two at it then, yeah?” 

She then made her way towards you near the door, eyeing your figure scornfully with every step until she eventually sent you a wink passing by. Her shoulder bumped yours, in a purposeful manner that left you clutching your fists at your sides once she slipped out the door. 

You can’t clock a bitch at your own husband’s company, Y/N, you can’t.  

There was a thick silence that loomed over the office, you trying to compose yourself as Taehyung used every ounce of his strength to ignore what he just saw, attempting to simmer down. 

He suddenly broke the silence, clearing his throat as he refused to meet your eyes. “We should get going, I have reservations-“

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Taehyung flashed his confused eyes to you, expression insulted. “Excuse me?”

“Who the fuck was that?” Your voice was flaring, nearly shouting.

“I’m not in the mood to talk about her.” Taehyung dismissed, reaching to grasp his coat. “Like I said, we should get going.”

“I am not going anywhere with you.”

“Pardon?”

“You think after seeing a woman on you we’re going to just go on our fucking lunch date? Why don’t you bring her along and have her blow you under the table for fuck’s sake?” You questioned with sheer vexation.

“Look, I’ve had a fucking long day, and I am not getting into this. I would like to at least have my marriage be the last of my worries right now.” Taehyung’s voice was entirely snippy and full of attitude, pissing you off by tenfold. 

“Maybe you should’ve fucking thought about that before you decided to have a woman on you, you asshole. You wanna talk about reputation and our public image but you’re seeking the touch of other women?” 

“Excuse me?” Taehyung’s voice grew indignant, scolding you from across the room. “I didn’t do anything with her, she barged into my office unannounced. Don’t make this something it’s not.”

“What it is, is someone needlessly insulting me because of you. Are you not the same man who promised me I had you? Or was that for show too like our fucking date yesterday?” You found that same hurt leaking into your words, tone vastly irritated. 

Taehyung winced hearing you, half at the insult that was thrown your way but that you somehow believed such a sincere promise of his was disingenuous. 

I meant that, he thought. That wasn’t for show. 

“Look, I’m sorry she said that. You didn’t deserve that at all, okay? I’ll have a restraining order filed, and you’ll be safe.” Taehyung offered, though you grew even more irate. 

“Fuck a restraining order, Taehyung, explain yourself!” You shouted. “Why am I having women tell me I’m just another bitch you slept with multiple times until you eventually put a ring on my finger? Or that I’m some pitiful heiress that has you seduced?”

“Is that what those women said to you at the gala?” Taehyung questioned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it was irrelevant until this! Tell me right now, what the fuck is your past with women? You said nothing was ever serious and yet I have a woman calling me a whore because of you?” You just about spat, hands gesturing profusely to express your anger. 

“It’s not complicated. I’ve spent time with some women, and some of them like to come back.”

“Ah, I got it now. So I’m one of your escapades you liked enough to marry, right? Makes perfect fucking sense, why don’t I start parading around how you fuck in the bedroom too and rub it in everyone’s faces? Would totally make us convincing as a married couple.” You sarcastically chirped, causing Taehyung to sigh out frustrated from behind his desk. 

“Y/N, you know that’s not true. Like I said, let’s not dwell on this, the last thing I need today is my marriage going wrong too.” Taehyung was losing his energy for an argument, searching instead for a way to resolve this, though you seemed eons away from the notion. 

“Well maybe it fucking should, I’m just charity to you anyways, aren’t I?”

Taehyung’s eyebrows knitted in irritation, completely shocked by your audacity. “What did you just say?”

“It’s alright, Taehyung, I get it. Our deal never said anything against seeing other people, and I may not be cutting it for you, right? I’m just the runaway heiress you were forced to choose, so obviously you wouldn’t put me to bed and seek other women instead.” You suggested sardonically, though it only hiked up Taehyung’s temper by tenfold. 

“What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t you dare accuse me of shit like that after I told you nothing happened.” 

“Oh, but I think I should, and especially after what I just saw. We haven’t even fucked yet, right? So go ahead, talk your talk about reputation and our couple image but fuck other women. So long as you keep it quiet, right?” Venom was laced in your every word, and you didn’t even know why these words were coming out of your mouth anymore, but they seemed befitting of your storming emotions, your racing heart. 

“Y/N, like I said, do not make this something it isn’t because I am not having it today. I’m putting my jacket on and we’re going to lunch, end of discussion.” Taehyung was now on his last nerve, containing his anger as he rebuked you. 

He neared his jacket once again until you spat another comeback. “I think you should go alone, sailor, or maybe chase after your little conquest again. She’ll probably be much better company, maybe give you a nice hand job so you can cool the fuck down.”

“You need to cool the fuck down,” Taehyung stressed. “I’ve already had enough of everything today, don’t make me add you to that list.”

You were quick to quip back. “Oh don’t worry, I’m just your charity wife who can’t satisfy your needs anyway, so maybe I should be on that list.”

“For fuck’s sake you’re not a charity-!“

“Fuck you, Kim Taehyung.” You swore, folded arms coiling tighter as you grew more frustrated, utterly done with seeing his face. “I can’t believe I was going to tell you something important too.”

Taehyung became confused, gauging your confession. 

You laughed humourlessly to yourself, watery eyes glistening under the lights of his office. “I was going to tell you I finally landed a deal where I’d get one of my buildings in the Seoul skyline, tell you it’s been my dream ever since my father first did it.” You bit back your turbulent emotions, eyes tearing up. “I was going to tell you everything, tell you how happy it made me..” 

“Y/N..” 

“Don’t ever speak to me again, you asshole.” Your voice broke in the slightest, the words you threw at each other paired with the situation now catching up to you. A tear nearly slipped down your cheek as you made for the door, turning away around until Taehyung protested, voice oddly soft. 

“Y/N, wait.”

“I’m not waiting for anything.”

“Just fucking wait! We can’t make it seem like we had a fight, okay? Jagi-Y/N, just stay and listen to me.“ Taehyung corrected, holding his hands out to halt your movements, though you didn’t care. 

“Oh fucking please! I don’t want to hear anything. You want our marriage to look real, then maybe a little fight or two between husband and wife should look convincing enough, don’t you think?” You shouted through tears brimming your distraught eyes, standing just before his door.

“Y/N, please,” Taehyung begged, too completely drained and concerned for you to be angry now, rather desperate. “I just, I can’t have this today. Not you too.”

You could only scoff disdainfully. “But I’m just another woman you either screwed multiple times into marriage, or a pathetic runaway that does nothing for you.” You breathed shakily. “So what’s the difference if it’s me?”

There was an incredibly miserable silence that haunted you both, in each other’s presence though unable to see each other, understand each other. Taehyung could only stand in silence, wanting to reach out to you without a way how, and only left to hear your last words as you grasped the handle. 

“There’s no lunch today, Taehyung, goodbye.”

And you left his office with a hard slam of his door. 

You’d spent the entire day agonizing, trying to quell the pain you felt in your heart without any reason of understanding why it hurt so much. 

It’s what made you emotionally unavailable for the remainder of your day, eventually trudging back home after work had concluded. 

You climbed the stairs straight to your unfortunately shared bedroom, head consistently swarming with your fight as you brushed Mrs. Seo off about food. 

This was the first time you two have genuinely fought, every other time having been a simple joke or quarrel, and it was bothering you so profusely you couldn’t think of anything else. 

To think you could both argue so severely, it made you question what the remedy even looked like, how you would even reach some sort of resolution. At first, it always seemed as though Taehyung and yourself were more similar than you thought, could oddly comprehend each other on levels uncharted by other people, and against all, atypical odds, you two actually complemented each other well. 

But now? It left your future even more unknown to you. 

It made you realize sometimes Taehyung and yourself just can’t see eye-to-eye, that sometimes your similar personalities can clash, your different values can collide, and it simply left you frightened of what this spelled for you two. 

Is this what spending a lifetime with Taehyung would look like? Would you two always argue this terribly over pressing matters? Would you two always be so bull-headed and not understand the other’s point of view? Throw such awful words at each other that hurt the other? 

The incessant thoughts made you plop onto your covers deflated, sighing at the ceiling above, unable to understand why tears constantly threatened to spill from your eyes, and eventually did so.  

You shouldn’t even be angry in the first place, Taehyung has every right in the world to seek the comfort and touch of other women, it’s not like your marriage was real anyway, and it was true you haven’t been delivering in the category of satisfying a man’s needs. Even if you boldly made out with him just yesterday, who’s to say that’s enough for him? 

Who’s to say you’re enough for him? 

What also seeped into the crevices of your storming mind was the thought that he preached this God-like, impenetrable idea of reputation and public image, yet could so easily put it on the line by having a woman in his office. Even if he claimed to have been doing nothing, what would people say if word got out a woman visited his office, even worse a woman he used to fuck, and then attended lunch with his wife like normal? 

It could’ve been detrimental to his name. 

That aside, it fucking pissed you off to see another woman near seconds from getting on her knees for your husband. 

And it pissed you off even more you were always being referred to as some whore that finally snatched Taehyung up, because it was completely unfair, so utterly untrue and left you bitter to the touch thinking if only they knew. 

If only they knew how hard you battled the universe on your wedding day, how hard it was to throw your life away and work towards building your own name, only to have it all come crashing down because of this marriage. 

To still be hearing the insults as a runaway-heiress, that you were some poor soul Taehyung pitied and took under his wing but won’t fuck, so he gets into other women’s beds for satisfaction. 

If only they knew how undeserving you already felt, how this marriage and your lifestyle has you drained from nearly every aspect of your life. Having your mother tell you you’re lucky Taehyung even put a ring around your worthless finger, that your marriage now keeps your brother Yoongi you miss so terribly even further away from Korea the more you don’t participate in your father’s company. That you’re nothing but an ungrateful stubborn brat to your father outside of this matrimony, and an even bigger one with Taehyung. 

If only they fucking knew, how hard this all was. How marrying a Kim means your farce needs to be perfect all the time, that you’ll be judged, ridiculed and belittled for your every move. That your husband is only nice to you because he needs to be, because he was forced to choose you. 

It was all too much, just so fucking much you needed a moment to simply cry. To relieve the stress, the insults, the constant feeling of unworthiness that overwhelmed your emotions. 

So you cried, cried until you became devoid of emotion and eventually drifted off into a slumber, your raging thoughts disappearing along with your consciousness. 

“Sir, you’d like to be driven home today?” His chauffer asked from behind the wheel as Taehyung climbed into the back of his Merc, cold air shut out once he closed the door. 

“Yes, I’m not in the right mind to drive.” Taehyung finalized as he clicked on his seatbelt, signaling to the driver he wasn’t in the mood to talk, and so he ignited the engine instead of pressing further. 

Taehyung sighed out once the car began moving, watching the world pass him by emptily as he folded his arms, defeated. Taehyung’s entire figure was downcast, mind floating around aimlessly as he constantly recalled the argument throughout the day. 

He knew he shouldn’t have gotten so pissed and raised his voice, it was only because he’d had a terrible day, and you just caught him at the wrong time.

Your accusations did sincerely hurt him, though, because he was insulted you could think so lowly of him, that if only you knew how adamantly he rejected the woman before you came in. 

If only you knew how utterly wrong everything you claimed was, that you were different to him, and always have been. 

Taehyung exhaled tiredly once again, settling on a new motive for today considering you must already be home. 

“Mr. Kang, could you take a right from here?” 

“But sir, that’s not the way-” 

“I know, we’re making a stop before I go home.” 

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of your door clicking open, without knowledge of the time as you registered the luminous moonlight from outside the balcony doors bleeding in, a scattered reflection filling the room’s darkness. 

You stirred in your bed, a little annoyed having your much needed sleep disturbed, and you grumbled with a fatigued voice. 

“Mrs. Seo, I told you I’d come downstairs if I was hungry-”

“I’m not Mrs. Seo.” 

Your eyes cracked all the way open, lightyears away from sleep now hearing Taehyung’s low voice reverberate in your shared bedroom. You didn’t know why he was here, convinced he would’ve spent the rest of today elsewhere or locked up in his study. You decided to ignore him instead, your back faced towards him as you remained in a laid position.  

You heard him shut the door behind himself, the soles of his shoes contacting the floor as you heard the odd rustling of something in his hand. 

He seemed to have made his way over to the bed, placing something of possibly paper down as the telling sound of him shredding off his suit jacket met your ears. You could make out more rustling as he seemed to have grasped the other item again, nestling it onto his empty side of the bed and sitting down on the edge himself.

It was unmistakable the scent that caught your nose, the familiar smell bringing your mind temporary peace. 

Peonies.  

The bed had dipped under his weight, causing you to curl yourself up knowing he was there, the tension thick. There was silence, the sound of nothing filling your room until he eventually spoke. 

“Did I wake you?” 

“Yes.” 

He fiddled with his fingers for a bit. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t speak to me.” 

You heard him exhale tiredly, addressing you again. “Y/N..” 

“Didn’t I just tell you not to talk to me?” 

Taehyung placed his elbow on his knees as he clasped his hands over his lips, answering you. “I know, but I want to talk to you.” 

“You shouldn’t.” 

“Just hear me out, please. Just this once. It’s all I ask.” Taehyung practically beseeched, his voice sounding like the honey you’ve heard before.  

And it made you acquiesce. 

“Look, I’ll make this clear. Because of my work, I’ve never had time for dating, so I’ve slept with women casually.” Taehyung clarified, speaking pacifyingly. “But I’ve never once allowed a woman to come to my home, you’re the first one to ever lay in my bed.” 

Your eyebrows perked up, shocked by the unforeseen confession. 

“I haven’t slept with anyone ever since our engagement, and I did absolutely nothing with that woman in my office.” Taehyung paused, thinking about his next statement. 

“I would never cheat on you, I’m not the type.” 

Taehyung then took a deep breath, almost readying himself to reveal this. “You know, you’ve always talked about how we didn’t choose each other, so it makes you believe I’m stuck with you against my will or something. But you don’t know, Y/N... I did choose you.” 

Your eyes widened in bewilderment, clutching your hands to your chest as you listened carefully. 

“You probably know my father gave me an ultimatum about you. But what you don’t know is that ultimatum was only for meeting you, not choosing you.” Taehyung relayed pointedly, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise. 

“My father was only pressuring me to get married. Yes there was an incentive marrying you specifically because I felt like I owed your father for our deal, but I still could’ve said no. I could’ve met someone else and moved on.” He breathed out, moving to his next sentence. 

“But after I met you, Y/N, I didn’t want to settle on someone else. I wanted to choose you because you were different, you weren’t like any other woman I’d met.” Taehyung confessed, his voice hesitant though determined to prove his point. 

“You were never some less-than heiress to me. I saw you as someone admirable. Someone strong enough to defy the status-quo us heirs are forced to live in, and I’ve never once regretted my decision.” 

Taehyung was grasping his hands together harder now, unfamiliar with being so candid though oddly okay knowing it’s you. “So I don’t like when you say I only think of you as charity, as a woman I don’t want, because I’ve never thought of you that way.” He stressed, tone persuasive. 

“You’re you, and that makes you different.” 

You could’ve been choking if it weren’t for the fact that you were laying down, storming emotions now dissipating once soaking in his confessions. 

“And there’s genuity behind my words, I’m not a deceitful or manipulative man who makes empty promises. I should’ve been more clear from the start about my past with women, and today you just.. caught me on a bad day. Nothing went right at work, and I was stressed. I’m sorry I took it out on you.. I didn’t mean to do that.” 

There was something almost devastating laced in Taehyung’s voice, like he was reprimanding himself for his own behaviour, and it automatically made you feel extremely guilty. 

You were way too quick to make assumptions about Taehyung, jumping to conclusions that were far from the truth and now it dawned on you you only made Taehyung’s day 100x worse. You should’ve been there for him as comfort, some sort of solace so that his day wasn’t so mentally draining, but you instead accused him of terrible things with no proof and aggravated everything. 

The guilt made your head spin, rising into a seated position and turning over to in fact see a bouquet of peonies beside you, eyes nearly watering he even remembered your favourite flowers when you were so awful to him. 

He was seated a few inches away with his head in his hands, clearly distressed and troubled, and you despised you were partly the reason for it. 

How could you have so easily blamed Taehyung? You didn’t even register the fact that when you did walk in, Taehyung didn’t even look like a culpable man, he seemed rejective of the woman. 

And now you were spiraling, thinking this entire argument was just your dumb mistake. How could you have let yourself turn into some jealous maniac and make him go through this? 

You felt incredibly apologetic, regretful, but now seeking to comfort him like you should’ve against the odds of his awful day, should’ve understood and heard him out. 

You shuffled over to Taehyung on your shins, his broad back to you. If he noticed your presence behind him, he didn’t make it obvious, remaining leaned over onto his knees tiredly

You pressed your dainty palm to his back, swallowing as you contemplated if you could do something more intimate. Your hand remained still, battling the decision to move closer to him until Taehyung suddenly shrugged off your touch, voice firm. 

“I don’t need comfort, I’m fine.” 

You felt slightly discouraged, though remained determined to reach him. “I should’ve been there for you on such a stressful day.” 

“I can handle my stress on my own, I don’t need anyone.” Taehyung stated blankly, though you didn’t feel like listening to him. 

In an irrational action, you moved forward and tentatively draped your arms around Taehyung from behind, your chest flush against his back. Your small arms caged around his, chin coming to rest on his shoulder as Taehyung’s resistant voice reprimanded you. 

“Y/N, I said I don’t need-” 

“No, this is my fault. I’m so sorry I said those awful things to you, you didn’t deserve that, you didn’t deserve that at all.” Your voice was solemn as you hugged around him tighter, Taehyung holding one of your wrists to loosen your grip. 

“That’s fine, but I don’t need help, I can handle stress by myself.” Taehyung was trying to undo your hold around him though you only embraced him closer in response, one of your hands hooking onto his shoulder as the other enclosed his biceps. 

You didn’t understand why you felt so adamant about doing this, but you found your face nuzzling into his neck to just reach him, to speak to him in earnest. 

“You don’t have to.. Taehyung.” You said, clutching onto him for dear life. “You don’t have to do everything on your own, you have me.” 

“I don’t need your pity, Y/N. I’m fine, let go of me.” 

“No, I’m not going anywhere, I’m here.” 

“I don’t need help.” Taehyung stressed, trying to loosen your grip again. “Just let me go-” 

“No, I’m not letting you go, Taehyung.” You grasped him as hard as you could, tenacious in never leaving him alone.

“I don’t want to let go.” Your voice became soft, almost endearing as you snuggled further into the junction of his neck and were met by the scent of his cologne. It was just like him, masculine and soothing, and it wasn’t long before you released a relieved breath, glad that you had him so near, glad that your fight was so useless now. 

Taehyung fought his inner turmoil trying to reject your hold, though he felt so entirely warm in your touch he ultimately relaxed, accepting it, a calming breath leaving his body. He sensed the storm in his mind dissipating, the cold ice of his habitually lonely thoughts melting away underneath your hug. 

It made him bask in you, sinking into your comfort as his one hand held your forearm, and the other came up to cradle the back of your head, lightly ruffling the soft tresses of your hair with a smile. He almost allowed tears to prick at his eyes, never having felt such a moving sense of support from anyone. 

Maybe Taehyung felt the hug of his mother when he scrapped his knee at a young age, maybe the embrace of his little cousins whenever he visited them, and maybe sometimes when his friends provided their own version of comfort through sincere text messages and a momentary hug. 

But never in his life has Taehyung allowed another woman to simply hug him like this, and he found every reason in the world to think it’s okay if it’s you. 

Because everything he said today was true, you’ve always been different, and there’s nobody quite like you. 

Taehyung swallowed his emotions down thinking he didn’t want to ruin a pure moment like this with sadness, your warmth alleviating the stress along with his negative thoughts.  

Taehyung suddenly positioned himself on the bed to face you, his eyes meeting your glistening ones he couldn’t ever resist. Your arms remained loosely draped around him, meeting his eyes with an expectant look. Taehyung’s hands set around your face, a palm against your cheek as the other brushed hair behind your ear. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, his eyes darting almost adoringly all over the pretty features of your face. 

“I’m sorry, too. I was just.. scared of what would happen to your name, if people found out.” You apologized, only left to swim in the warm brown of Taehyung’s eyes. 

He smiled gratefully, finding your consideration for his reputation endearing of you. His gaze began switching between your doe-eyes and the plush of your lips, moving closer as he lost thought. He held your face, inching closer as his breathe tickled your skin the more proximal he became. 

You drew closer as well, closing your eyes as you felt Taehyung’s lips softly press against yours. You sighed into his kiss, thinking you’ve never once felt such a tender touch in your lifetime, reflective in the way you caught his lips in yours. 

Taehyung opened up his mouth to kiss you fervently, the sweet sound of your lips meeting each other making you feel fuzzy. Your grasp on his shirt tightened the more the heat picked up, relishing in the taste of him as he worked against your mouth passionately. 

Taehyung then laid you down onto the bed slowly, your back meeting the cold of the sheets as he climbed on top of you. One of Taehyung’s hands faltered from your face to encase the side of your ribcage, causing you to arch as his other palm held your cheek. 

He began kissing you with something more hungry, something more ardent. Small groans were leaving you as a result of your core lighting up, Taehyung’s hot mouth swallowing your every sound. Your hands slid up his neck to meet the tresses of his fluffy hair, fingers tugging as it seemed to turn him on. 

With a satisfied groan from his mouth, he pressed his thigh into your now pulsing entrance, his hand on your waist smoothing over your clothes until he eventually slipped his warm palms underneath your blouse. The sensation made your breath hitch, melting into Taehyung’s pleasurable touch until a sudden intrusive thought filled you with fear. The ghost of someone else’s uncaring, cold hands made you practically freeze up underneath him.  

You remembered Kiseok out of nowhere, mind frenzying and you quickly pushed Taehyung off your lips, eyes scared. 

He looked down at your alarmed expression and immediately apologized. “Shit, I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No, no! It’s not you, it’s-it’s me. I just remembered.. I just felt, I-” You tried to say a coherent sentence but your brain was spazzing out, hands smacking over your mouth to stop your babbling. 

Taehyung could read you in an instant, connecting the telling dots. 

“It’s him, isn’t it?” He questioned, soft eyes looking into yours. 

“Yes, I’m sorry. I just remembered something and I freaked out, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry-”

“Hey,” Taehyung’s thumb began massaging at your skin underneath your clothes. “It’s okay, it’s not him, Y/N. It’s me.” Taehyung’s dulcet voice spoke pacifyingly, soothing eyes gazing into your near panicked ones. “It’s just me.” 

You don’t know washed over you, but knowing it was Taehyung, the Taehyung you’ve had the wonderful privilege of getting to know, the kind Taehyung who nursed your wounded cheek and protected you on multiple occasions, the Taehyung that told you he loves snow and promised to take care of you. Knowing it was him, his touch warm and tender, rather than piercing and rushed like you’ve felt before, there was no reason to worry, no reason to push him away. 

You smiled as he returned your grin, your hands meeting his chiseled jaw to pull him back down to your lips, Taehyung happily complying.

He returned for more kisses, mouthing at you until sucking at your bottom lip until he teasingly bit at the plushy flesh and pulled them by his teeth. The way he looked at you was purely devilish, practically smirking with his eyes as he popped off your mouth, and you ignited with something akin to fire. 

You tugged him back down harshly and his tongue began poking at your mouth, yours opening up completely and he slithered inside, your tongue tangling with his ardently. 

Your wet muscles tasted each other in a delicious tandem, his hips grinding against you and your body moved in near lethal synchronicity with his, the hand underneath your blouse traversing your bare skin arousingly. 

Your breaths were catching up on each other until Taehyung disconnected, lips flushed pink with blown out eyes as he regarded you with something indistinguishable, your own eyes giving away adoration as you looked at him.

Taehyung returned by shoving his lips to the underside of your jaw, moving to your pulse point to suck more of his desire onto you, reviving his marks from yesterday. He nearly ate at your skin, mouthing tirelessly until you were squirming underneath him and more of his purple marks blossomed across your neck. 

You could tell he liked marking. 

You gasped out in pleasure, lewd sounds escaping your mouth as your hands hugged his head to your neck. Hips bucking up into his senselessly, a pleasurable groan left the back of Taehyung’s throat as his hardening length pressed your center. 

Taehyung’s mouth began canvasing down to your collarbones, kissing and licking them hotly before he shifted his weight onto his shoulder and suddenly exclaimed, grimacing in pain. 

“Ah, fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked, hands holding his face.  

He managed his weight on top of you with one arm, working his left arm in order to gauge the pain. “My shoulder, it’s been bothering me all day.” 

“Did you take any medicine?” 

“I took painkillers for my headache. Don’t think it did anything for my shoulder.” He informed as he winced moving the muscles, clearly in pain. 

You pushed him up into an upright position, letting him sit in front of you with mussed hair and swollen lips, massaging the joint. You blushed at the fact his disheveled state was the result of kissing you, though you trashed the idea once he exclaimed in pain again. 

“Ah, stop moving it, turn around.” You pushed at his chest to get him to turn. He listened and positioned himself with his back to you, your hand over his shoulder as you settled behind him. “Take your shirt off, I can look at the muscle.” 

“Oh? You’re not shy about seeing me shirtless anymore?” Taehyung remarked, obviously relating back to your first night sleeping together and you smacked at his shoulder. 

“Hey, not the time.” Taehyung reeled at your hit, his exclamation melding into a laugh as you spoke. “You gotta strip for me, Kim. Take it off so I can see.” 

“Since when are you a doctor?” He quirked his eyebrows. 

“Since I took kinesiology in university. I know muscles, take off your shirt already. Or are you shy about showing me some skin, cuddler boy?” You quipped at his ego. 

“I mean, I saw some of your skin in the shower yesterday, it’s only fair I show you mine.” He snickered evilly as you recalled the shower incident, mouthing falling agape.

“What? You said you didn’t look!” You hit him again as punishment and Taehyung cried out, laughing through pain. 

“Ow, I was kidding! I only saw your shoulders.” 

“Good, now take this shirt off before I make your shoulder worse.” You scolded him, on your knees as you yanked at his shirt. 

Taehyung quickly admitted defeat. “Okay, okay, if my princess wants me to strip, I’ll strip.” You almost hit him again until he worked the buttons of his shirt, peeling off the fabric from his shoulders and you were reminded again of just how large Taehyung really is. 

Your eyes ogled at the size of his shoulder blades, impressed by how masculine his features were; his lean muscle, broad back, your hands having a mind of their own as they began travelling over his skin. You were moving quite aimlessly until Taehyung’s teasing voice lifted you from your trance. 

“See something you like?” 

Your cheeks heated up, scandalized. “I-I’m just looking at your muscles.” 

“Mmm, sure. Wanna add em’ to the list of things you like about me?” Taehyung was clearly having too much fun with this as a pretty laugh escaped him, you having enough of his teasing. 

“That’s it, I’m leaving you alone.” You propped off the bed and walked away, Taehyung protesting after you. 

“Y/N, come back. I’ll stop.” He whined as he stood to his feet, gesturing his open arms for you to come to, though you teased him back instead. 

“Nope, you’ve lost your opportunity for my massages and my lips you like oh so much, bread crust boy.” 

You could’ve sworn a blush crept onto Taehyung’s cheeks, clearly remembering his candid confession of what he liked about you. “Yah, come here.” 

“I think I remember some about my eyes too, right?” You pulled at his leg, Taehyung’s bottom lip jutting out in a near pout. 

“Hey, this is unfair, come back to me.” 

“You’ll have to catch me if you want me back, Mr. Kim.” You eyed him playfully as you bolted off, sprinting across your bedroom to work the lock of the balcony doors.  

“You’re going outside? It’s cold!” Taehyung proclaimed in complaint, dragging his feet for you as you swung the balcony doors open. You ran out into the cold winter air, chilling your bones though you didn’t really care when you had a near shirtless Kim Taehyung hot on your trail. 

“Then I guess you’ll have to catch me to keep warm!” You teased comically, amused as you watched him scramble outside for you. Giggles came from you as you dodged his arms, both of you pacing around each other as Taehyung’s endearing chuckles filled the night air.  

You started slowing down once the running caught up to your lungs, coming to a momentary halt as Taehyung finally snatched you up. His arms wrapped entirely around your torso, practically lifting you off the ground as you exclaimed through defeated laughs. 

“Okay, Taehyung, you got me, you got me! Let me go!” You struggled in his hold, squirming for him to loosen his grasp though he didn’t let up. 

“Nope, you’re my only warmth now, not letting go.” Taehyung announced while biting back a wide smile. He rested his chin atop your head and his iron lock brought you to a settled state, accepting his hold around you. 

You became slightly shy thinking Taehyung’s bare front was pressed against your back, your hands resting over his as you both shivered together, only each other’s body heat for warmth.  

“I’m practically anemic, Tae. I’m always cold.” You giggled as you dissed yourself. 

Taehyung breathed through his nose in a small laugh, speaking with the baritone of his voice that resonated in your back. 

“You’ve always been warm to me.” 

Your lips curved into a gleeful smile, basking in the feeling of his safe arms wrapped around you without the judgmental stare of others like at the amusement park. It was just you and him, and you simply enjoyed the moment, eyes finding stars above your entangled bodies. 

“Oh my God, the stars.” You pointed upwards, peering at the pretty constellations above your heads and Taehyung looked up as well. 

“Wow, this is my first time seeing stars in ages.” Taehyung commented, eyes soaking in the shine of their light. 

You could only snicker, quipping at him as he admired the sky. “All because I came into your life, right?” 

Taehyung could tell it was meaningless joke on your end, his teasing always matched with your own, but what you didn’t know was how much the stars had always meant to Taehyung. 

And that your playful statement beckoned him to reminisce. 

The sky was the only solace he found as a child, often peering up to be set free from his pre-determined, controlling life. Even in his young teenaged years he tried to believe in galaxies as much as he could, using it as some make-shift escape from his restrictive world. 

Though as the years progressed, and Taehyung become completely sucked into the world of business, he’d lost all touch with such a concept, and lost the significance it once harbored. He’d stopped believing in any galaxy whatsoever, stopped taking a moment to look up at the sky and solely lived for the purpose of achieving greatness in his name. 

But with you, he often earned small instances of reprieve just like this. A moment where it felt like his ever-progressive world had stopped, like he could finally see those same stars he used to look up at. 

Except now, as he glanced down at your doe-eyes reflecting the luminescent lights, pretty stars scattered within them, he couldn’t help but admire their reflections in your eyes more. He wanted to look into them for longer, wondering if he’d always be able to see the same gleam of starlight in your eyes like this.  

And that maybe his solace isn’t the sky anymore. 

“Yeah, it is.” His arms coiled around you tighter, clutching onto you like you so desperately clutched onto him earlier. His face dipped into your shoulder, feeling every ounce of worry and stress from today float up into a cloud of nothing, soaking in your warm presence without thought of the cold. 

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Taehyung asked by your ear, calm and quiet. 

“Me? Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering.” He hummed. 

“Mm, well, I was actually taking the day off. Hana wants me to look for her wedding gift in our gigantic hoard.” 

Taehyung snorted. “I shouldn’t even tell you the amount of money people gave us.” 

“Please don’t, it’ll make me hunt down each person by fingerprint analysis and give it back.” You feigned disgust, leaning yourself back into his warmth.

“And that’s exactly why I didn’t tell my stubborn wife.” 

You grinned sheepishly at Taehyung so casually referring to you as his wife. “You’re stubborn too, don’t think I’m the only one.” 

“You’re way more stubborn,” Taehyung argued. “I could give you the world and you’d probably only take a blade of grass.” 

“If you gave me the world I’d just give it back to you.” 

“Exactly, because you’re more stubborn.” He retorted, proud of his remark as your mind rather went into thought, your next words reflecting your meditative mind. 

“No, because you deserve the world more than I do.”

You said it so softly, his warm hold around you the epitome of comfort as you forgot the winter chill, the seeming care radiating off his body sinking into your bones that have been so conditioned to feel unloved. You could only puff air through your nose in a laugh to yourself, thinking Taehyung felt like a remedy to nearly every dark part of yourself, like he eased you in ways nobody else ever could. 

And it made you think Taehyung really is such a misunderstood person, because despite his hard stares and guarded walls, there was a man who simply had a kind soul. 

There was a poignant pause as Taehyung became shocked, never having been told something so.. sentimental. His heart strings were practically being tugged at, feeling your grip on his hands tighten. Taehyung nestled you closer to him, mumbling calmly by your ear as his face found the crook of your neck. 

“Only because you deserve a universe.” 

You both basked in the sweet moment together, hearts utterly filled to the brim with something indistinguishable, something you both had no way of identifying. The pair of you ignored the feeling and let the unspeakable sensation permeate the air instead, tranquility seeping into the pair of you in the quietness of the moment. 

Until Taehyung suddenly perked up. 

“Hey, is the reason why you didn’t go near the railing on your first day here because you’re afraid of heights?”

“W-what? No, totally not afraid of some balcony.” You brushed him off with a fake laugh way too casually, and Taehyung caught on. 

“You know it’s only two stories up, right? You could survive a fall that high.” 

“Taehyung, don’t say that!” You whined out in fear, and Taehyung could only chuckle heartily at your cute protest. 

“Hana, shut up before I end this call.” You threatened your best friend on the other line, rested on your shins in your walk-in closet. “I literally took the day off just so I could look through these wedding gifts for yours, cut to the chase.” 

“Hey, not my fault you two looked all lovey-dovey at an amusement park after you tell me you guys are fake, who even asked out who? Captain hard stare or you?” 

“Look, at our first event a lot of people made snarky comments about our marriage seeming fake, so we agreed on looking more couply.” 

“No fucking kidding, you think I didn’t spit my drink out when I saw that photo of Taehyung on his knees fixing your dress?” Hana snorted on the other end. “Ma’am, I salute you for getting the Kim Taehyung on his knees for you, tell us the secret babe.” 

“Hana, he wasn’t even on his knees.” 

“Whatever you say, Casanova.” Hana drawled into the phone. “But seriously though, has he gotten on his knees for you yet.. you know.. in that way?” 

“Hana, shut the fuck up.” 

“I’m curious! Word on the street is Taehyung’s packing, the kind that fucks up your insides.” 

“Why are you talking so casually about my husband’s fucking?” You deadpanned, crossing your arms.  “You really wanna tell me that after I fought with him yesterday about his past with women?”

“Look, just remember what Taehyung said to you about them. It seriously seems like none of those girls mean to him what you mean to him.” 

“... why do you say that?” 

“I saw all the photos of you guys on your date and to be honest, the shit he did didn’t seem fake.” 

“It was for the cameras, Hana.” 

She scoffed on the other side of the line. “Sure, if that helps you sleep at night. Fuck, both of you just looked really real, and that’s coming from someone who knows about your marriage.” 

You pondered over her statement for a moment until you finally found the stupid red box Hana kept preaching. “Oh, hey! I think I found your gift.” 

“Really? Finally, I spent way too much on this fucker.” Hana complained. 

“What the hell is it? The box feels too light.” You shook it around for good measure.

“You’ll see when you open it, Casanova.” 

“Hana, I’m literally the furthest thing from a Casanova, shut up?” 

“Says the one who got Kim Taehyung on his knees to fix your dress like your servant.” She accused you, imagining her drinking a petty sip of something in a glass. 

“He wasn’t on his knees, Hana. He just fixed it to be nice” 

“Well, quick fucking reminder he bought you that dress too. Let’s see how fast you can get him on his knees with something I bought you.” 

“What do you..” Your words faded once you lifted the lid of the box and lost all function. Your eyes bugged out at seeing a red lacey lingerie set, clearly satin in fabric and so scandalous you audibly gasped. 

“Hana! What the fuck is this?!” You hissed into the phone, slapping the lid back over the box like you’d removed the Holy Grail. 

“Surprise! You seriously owe me for this one, I had to talk to his CEO friends just to find out what he likes. Made myself look like a damn fool asking at the wedding.” 

“Oh God, don’t even remind me of the guys at the wedding.” You held a hand to your temple in shame. “I still feel terrible I was such a fucked up, unavailable mess I never got to meet them. I don’t know how the fuck Taehyung and I both have so much family.” 

You recalled the awful memory of being dragged around to snobby, intrusive relatives and ‘important people’ all night, having missed the guys as they were busy themselves, shivering at the sheer amount of social skills you had to conjure in a near catatonic state. 

You also would’ve been taken by the sentiment of Hana’s gift, but all that was running through your mind was a racy lingerie set tucked away in a closet you shared with Taehyung, constantly reminding you where in God’s name you were even going to hide this. 

“Hana, that’s fucking sweet of you but what the hell?! Red, satin and lace? I’m not a Victoria’s Secret model!” 

“It’s all his favourites, apparently. And you’re very much runway worthy, though I don’t think Captain hard stare would want people eyeing his woman if you walked down the runway in that.” She preached as if she were Taehyung’s wing woman, making you unfortunately realize your best friend and your husband were both equally quick-witted. 

Great.

“I’m not walking anywhere in this. I can’t pull off lingerie, and especially not in front of Taehyung. My cheeks would literally melt off my face if that happened.”

“Why? You guys haven’t done anything at all?” 

You became sheepish answering her question, thighs rubbing together as you admitted the truth. “Um.. not-not really.” 

“Oh? Nothing at all?” She asked out sheer curiosity.  

“We’ve really only made out.” 

“Are you-!” Hana almost exclaimed loudly until she calmed down. “Actually, you know what? That’s okay, Y/N. I know Kiseok was an asshole and he makes sex hard for you, but you’re seriously a woman of steel resisting Taehyung.” She commended you whole-heartedly. 

“You can kick me later for this but that’s the hottest man I’ve seen in my entire life, how haven’t you jumped him yet? I would’ve.” 

“You think I don’t know that, I live with him!” 

“Exactly! So you know him, Y/N, and you know he’s not an asshole, you can let loose around him.” Hana explained. “That’s why I got the set, you were already forced into this like he was, the least you two could do is have some fun together.” 

“Hana-”

“Nope, don’t do that with me. Don’t tell me you’re not pretty enough or something because I’ll bite your elbow. You’re a gorgeous girl who deserves to get railed every night, don’t think you’re not enough for him or something, Y/N. I can tell by the way he treats you you’re more than enough.” 

“How are you so sure?” 

Hana paused on the other line, sighing before giving her answer. “You know how I met Taehyung’s friends at the wedding?” 

“Yeah?” 

“They talked about him, they were mainly cracking jokes but they ended up saying the way he acts with you...” Hana relayed carefully. “It’s different.” 

“But that was during the wedding, we barely knew each other then.” 

“Exactly, and you told me that all along Taehyung actually did choose you, so stop questioning your worth when it comes to him, your worthy enough that he chose you.” 

You could only dwell on Hana’s thoughts, sincerely glad you had such a supportive friend. 

It made you think about how you’re not the greatest friend. “You know, I’ll always be sorry I keep you and Yoongi apart. You’re worthy to him too, you know. He just gets really caught up with work.”

Hana was silence for a moment before she joked. “Please, you know I already know that. It’s just... hard to tell.. with us.” 

“I know, but I know my brother, Hana. The way he looks at you is different too.” 

“We’ll see about that,” She brushed off the sentimental conversation. “Now try the set on.” 

“Pardon?” 

“Hello? I spent a shitload on it, you better try it on and send me a photo of yourself.” She instructed you harshly. 

“You want me to send you nudes?” 

“It’s not nudes if you’re wearing lingerie, genius, I need proof you at least tried it on before you let it waste away.” 

“Ugh, fine. I’m hanging up and trying it on.” 

“Good, you better send me a picture after or else I’ll call you every minute until you pick up.” She threatened very seriously, and you rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah, bye.” You ended the call, sighing when your sight fell to the gift in front of you. The red of the box should’ve given it away, but you always were a bit of dumbass, so what’s it to you?

You uncovered the lid once again, casting it aside to take the set out. You regretfully began undressing yourself in the closet to wiggle into the contraption, spotting a satin red robe as an extra part of the set in the box and you groaned, foregoing it. Once you actually figured the lingerie out, you looked at yourself in the mirror, swiveling around to catch sight of your every curve. 

It perfectly fit you. 

Damn you, Hana. 

It was definitely salacious as you glanced at your reflection, bra designed as half a racy bodice that tied in the front, pushing up your boobs into round globes. There was a strip of lace that lined the bodice’s edges, garters that came down from it and hooked around your thighs, practically serving them on a platter. The panties were of stain fabric with some cotton inside (good news for your vagina), lace adorning it’s cut outs as it thinned into three small straps around your hips. 

Safe to say, Hana did not pull a single punch with this one. 

You felt shy wearing the set at first, though admired how it actually accentuated all the right parts of you, displaying your body in ways that if it any man saw you right now, you were sure they’d be on their knees like Hana said. 

You snatched your phone and snapped a single mirror shot of yourself, conscientiously sending it off to Hana with an angry text you were going to take it off. You worked for the tie until you decided to look at yourself a little longer, turning your body around and biting your lip thinking you were wearing apparently everything Taehyung likes. 

The red you knew about, but he’s a lace guy, and especially satin?

Amusing, you’re using this against him one day. 

“Mr. Kim, you’re leaving early today?” Mrs. Lee asked as she peeked out from behind her computer screen. 

“Yes, could you reschedule that last meeting I had.” Taehyung shut his office door as he asked. “I’ve made other plans.” 

“Of course, I could do that.” She clicked at her keyboard, seemingly focused on a task until she asked. “Though may I ask of your other plans?” 

“Nowhere in particular.” Taehyung shrugged. 

“Hmm, I see.” Taehyung smiled at her as he began stepping out of his office quarters and into the hallway, Mrs. Lee’s voice suddenly reaching him. 

“Have fun with Mrs. Kim!” 

He stopped dead in his tracks and poked his head back in, never having said a name. 

“Mrs. Lee, I.. never mentioned Mrs. Kim.” Taehyung’s eyes held a hint of embarrassment, lips jutted out. 

“You have your Mrs. Kim smile on, sir. It’s alright if you’re going to see her.” 

Taehyung felt like he was being very easily read, and he was suddenly reminded why he hired Mrs. Lee in the first place. She’d always been excellent at figuring him out, taking note of the smallest things about him whether it be preference, habits or character traits, and that made his job a thousand times easier. 

Though in a situation like this, he felt like someone caught red-handed. “I.. um.. I just wanted to take her out. I’ll catch up on the remainder of my work at home.” Taehyung scratched the back of his neck. 

“Of course, sir. Enjoy the rest of your day.” 

Taehyung nodded shyly and began pacing further down the hallway, Mrs, Lee’s final words echoing off the walls. 

“Say hello to Mrs. Kim for me!” She cheered, Taehyung smacking his forehead as the elevator doors closed. 

You still hadn’t found a reason to take off the set, comically posing and fooling around without knowledge of how much time had passed. You stood still in front of the mirror for a moment, playing with your hair for it to fall into different styles. You were completely unsuspecting when you suddenly saw the closet door in the mirror’s view open, though became utterly horrified hearing a voice you knew all too well. 

Your husband’s voice.

“Y/N, I’m home-” 

He stiffened entirely on spot ambling in, his jaw dropping to practically the center of the earth. 

Your eyes widened in terror, your reflection looking back at Taehyung’s slack jaw and blown out eyes as he caught sight of your scantily-clad figure. You turned around rapidly to face him, arms trying to cover what little you could, so frozen up you couldn’t even consider yelling at him.  

“T-Taehyung, w-when did you get home?” 

Taehyung’s mouth opened and closed multiple times trying to construct a sentence, though he couldn’t think of a single coherent thing. His eyes could not for the life of him leave your figure, because holy fuck. 

He could see your wedding gifts sprawled around you, clearly having unwrapped one and somehow wearing his favourite everything on a woman. 

His sight darted around the skin he’s never once seen before; your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, and he swallowed dryly soaking in the lace hugging your body. He was completely captivated looking at his wife wrapped like a Christmas present in front of him. 

He then realized it was evidently a mistake he caught you like this and averted his ogling eyes, blinking numerous times to erase the erotic image and thoughts from his mind. 

But to no fucking avail, it was already imprinted so deeply in his brain he’d never forget it even after he died. 

“I.. uh, um.. I was just-I left work early because I wanted... to take you out on a surprise date.” Taehyung cleared his throat as his eyes kept coming back to scan you, hand clutching the door open as he malfunctioned. “What.. what-what’re you doing?” 

“O-oh I was just um.. was looking through our wedding gifts.. like I told you.” You wanted the ground to swallow you whole, squishing your thighs together as if it would conceal something, because this is by far the most embarrassing moment you’ve ever experienced. 

“Right, right.” Taehyung nodded senselessly trying to look away, though his eyes had a mind of their own as he found himself sneaking glances at the garters around your thighs, fucking garters. The satin was practically beckoning him, and the red lace paired with your nearly spilled out breasts sent blood places it really shouldn’t be right now. 

“Do you.. um, want to go out today?” He repeated his question, Adam’s apple bobbing extremely hard as he kept mentally reprimanding himself for his greedy glances.   

Your eyes followed the action, hugging around your body tighter to hide but it really only made your breasts pop more, Taehyung losing his sanity at the thoughts plaguing him.  

“Sure.. maybe in-in an hour?” 

“Sure. Sounds great.” Taehyung profusely nodded to himself as he started making his exit urgently, you calling him back. 

“Taehyung!” 

“Y-yeah?” He poked his head back in, eyes trained on only your face.  

“Could you-you know, maybe um.. forget this happened? I was just trying it on because Hana bought it and wouldn’t leave me alone until I did. P-please?” You pleaded guilelessly, and Taehyung could never understand how you were so innocent yet your body and actions sometimes were the utter opposite. 

“Oh yeah, of course, totally.” Taehyung waved off. “Erased, gone, Neuralyzed from my brain, what are we even talking about?” Taehyung stuttered out rapidly, your lips curving into a grateful smile. 

“Thanks.” 

He coughed. “Don’t mention it.”

Taehyung then quickly vacated his room with a deep breath and his mind racing, you squirming to put some actual clothes on. 

It was almost an hour later and you’d seen no sight of Taehyung as you readied yourself for your date, especially to your liking because you still felt extremely embarrassed about everything. 

You carefully walked down the stairs in pantyhose and a dress as you were met by quite literally nobody in the house. You didn’t spot Mrs. Choi or Seo where they should’ve been in the kitchen, finding it even more odd Taehyung was nowhere to be seen. 

You glanced around skeptically, considering whether or not everyone abandoned you as some sort of joke. Sauntering onto the first floor, your attention was stolen by the bouquet of pretty peonies you swiped into a vase earlier today on the dining table. 

You touched the petals delicately, reminiscent smile finding your lips upon remembering Taehyung bought them with you in mind. 

Admiring them was taking up your time until you glanced over at the kitchen, spotting some stray water around the sink, finding that odd. 

You quirked an eyebrow, thinking it looked too untidy for such precise people like Mrs. Choi and Seo. Ticking your head to the side, you set your purse and phone done against the island’s counter, grasping a paper towel to clean up the water. 

You were minding your own business in the midst of wiping down the mess, distracted until someone’s large hands abruptly grappled onto the edge of sink around you, caging you completely in with their arms from behind.  

You gasped, recognizing the slender, masculine hands with pretty bracelets adorning his one wrist, knowing exactly who it was. His entire front was pushed up against your back invasively, the heat of his presence coursing through your veins. 

“T-Taehyung, what are you-”

“I can’t forget it.” 

“What?” 

“I can’t forget it.” He repeated, his hot breath fanning your exposed skin as his face dipped to your shoulder. His hands gripped the edge of the counter hard, leaning himself further into you and you became very aware of your backside shoved against his crotch. 

“We-we have a date to go on.” You clutched the paper towel, nerves in your body alighting at him all up in your personal space, his body enclosing you, and now was the time you remembered Hana talking about Taehyung’s gifted size. 

Did he just have to have a big dick too?

“We’re not going on a date anymore.” Taehyung’s voice was dark and hot near the shell of your ear, jutting his hips so far into you your stomach was pressed up against the counter, losing all form of control.  

“Taehyung, Mrs. Seo and Mrs. Choi-” 

“I sent them home, we’re the only ones in this house.” His confession made your core ignite, the bubbling feeling of arousal now raking your insides as Taehyung remained in your space. 

“J-just the two of us?” 

“Just the two of us.” Taehyung stressed, his deft hands now encasing yours against the counter, and it was breathtaking how much larger they were in comparison with yours, how everything about Taehyung was. 

And definitely the hints of his length pressing up against your ass. 

“I can’t fucking stop thinking about you in that set.” Taehyung’s harsh breaths were tickling your skin, arousing you as the vibration of his voice sent shivers down your spine. 

You scoffed wanting to have some fun. “Satin and lace make you this weak of a man?” 

“Only when you’re wearing it. And trust me, I can make a mess out of you underneath me.” Taehyung breathed out hotly, his hips purposefully contacting your ass as his hands slithered around your stomach, pulling you flush against him. 

“Please, I can have you on your knees fixing my dress again before you do that.” You teased biting your lip, turned on way more than you should’ve been at his hands ghosting your abdomen. 

“You challenging me, princess? Because I was only being a gentleman, you have no clue how hard I can fuck you till you feel me in your throat.” Taehyung said it so roughly by your ear you gushed on spot. His hands trailed off on their own, one snug underneath your breasts and the other over your abdomen, clearly on two separate missions your body was nearly leaping at the prospect of.  

“I’d love to see you try, Mr. Kim.” You pointedly stressed, the constant feeling of his growing cock prodding your ass and breath fanning the junction between your neck and shoulder was sending into overdrive. 

“Mm, are you sure? Think you can handle it?” Taehyung’s tone was deep though held a concerned lilt, still trying to gain some sort of permission as if you weren’t ready to jump his bones right now. 

“Do you need me to take over, loverboy? All talk about dominance but can’t-” 

Taehyung’s hand suddenly darted down and cupped your sex through your dress so lethally your breath hitched, gasping at the euphoric feeling. His other hand snaked towards your breast and grabbed a handful of you, making you keen forward and press your ass against him. 

Taehyung’s large, skillful hands began doing their respective work; one fondling your tit and the other rubbing against your folds through your clothes. 

“You think you can just wear lingerie and not receive the consequence?” Taehyung questioned harshly, lips pressed to the shell of your ear as he lewdly touched you. “Think it won’t fucking ruin me with that image in my head?” 

“I-I was just trying it on.” You stuttered out relishing in his movements, his voice seriously authoritative and now you can see where his dominant, alpha male really jumps out. 

He scoffed under his breath. “Trying it on? You’re such a fucking tease.” His hand on your core began rubbing circles on your clit, eliciting breathy moans from your mouth that were bouncing off the kitchen walls. 

“Y-you’re one to talk, you think lounging around manspreading with fucking unbuttoned shirts and folded sleeves isn’t a tease?” 

“Oh? Innocent princess has had some dirty thoughts?” 

“Like you haven’t? I know the way you tense whenever I touch your chest or say your titles, don’t think I don’t notice- ah, fuck! Taehyung.” You moaned, feeling the pads of his fingers press into your clit harder with his other finding your nipple. 

“And yet you’re the one moaning out my name, so who’s the dirtier one?” His tone was lustful and teasing against your ear, had you reeling in his hold the faster he moved.  

“I thought you were the dirty one who said you’d fuck me till I feel you in my throat? Where’s that attitude now, cuddler boy?” You were quick to quip back at him but it only spelled your doom, his next words dangerous and coated with salacity. 

“You don’t get it, Princess. I’m big, you won’t walk the next day.” Taehyung’s hand then suddenly hiked up your skirt, shoving past the waistband of your pantyhose and pressing the pads of his fingers to your wet underwear, staining them with your slick delectably. 

You reeled at the touch, almost bent all the way over as Taehyung continued his merciless ministrations, the thoughts of his hands finally meeting your bare pussy and possibly his cock in you making you gush. 

“M-maybe that’s what I want.” You quivered out, gripping Taehyung’s wrist that was working your aching, clothed pussy. 

Taehyung puffed air through his nose, entertained. “My princess is dirty, isn’t she? What does she think about in that pretty little head of hers?” He asked amused, suddenly teasing your hole and it had your walls clenching around absolutely nothing, thinking about his fingers. 

“N-nothing.” You lied, not wanting to so easily give in as his sub, but it was so fucking hard when he was grazing your clit and fondling your sensitive nipples. 

“I don’t think you’re that innocent, princess. Tell me, tell me what you think about.” Taehyung was coaxing out your answers seductively as his lips finally met your neck, kissing and sucking the searing skin so sensually you were buzzing with pleasure. 

“I-I think about your hands.” You croaked out. 

Taehyung quirked his eyebrows amusedly. “Oh really, now? You think about my hands doing this?” Taehyung quickly slipped his hand inside your panties, the warm touch against your bare skin already so arousing until he slid them down to your bare pussy. You gushed a waterfall at the touch of his fingers, gasping out and hooking onto his arm desperately.  

“Fuck, Taehyung.” You moaned. 

“Where do you think about them? Here?” Taehyung glided over your throbbing clit and you practically twitched in his hold, him enjoying every last bit of the pretty sounds escaping your mouth.

“What about here?” His fingers swiped deeply into your soaked folds, your slick making it so easy for him to rub up and down your pussy like it was a game. 

“Tae, fuck!” You dug your nails into his arm, relishing in the heavenly feeling of his hands in the places you’ve always thought of. 

“God, you’re so fucking wet.” Taehyung praised, groaning pleasurably at how much slick you were producing. “Maybe you could take me, but I need to stretch you out, baby, you’re too small.” 

“Then do it, Taehyung. Fucking all bark but no bite.” You moaned out sexually frustrated, not knowing you hit a nerve in Taehyung’s pride and he plunged two greedy fingers into your pulsing center to shut you up.  

You sighed out a euphoric moan, leaning your head back against Taehyung’s chest, your world spinning. His fingers began pumping you deliciously, Taehyung groaning from the back of his throat against your neck at how warm and wet you were inside, how fucking tight. 

Taehyung quickly worked his other hand to free your breast from the confines of your dress, exposing it and you keened again feeling Taehyung’s fingertips play with your exposed, hard nipple.  

You felt yourself becoming submissive way too easily, moaning as you jut your hand behind and grabbed Taehyung’s semi-hard cock through his slacks. 

He practically keened over, strangling a groan so beautiful you’ve never once wanted to ruin a man more. You began palming him graciously, sighing out gratified moans as they mixed with Taehyung’s throaty sounds. 

He grew utterly punishing and thrusted his fingers deeper inside you for revenge, you squirming underneath him and it fired Taehyung up. 

“You know, I never knew you were hiding a body like this underneath your clothes.” His voice grew dark, dangerous as his hands were only increasing in speed and technique, your pussy growing wetter by the second. “So fucking sexy.” 

“Then why don’t you take off my clothes right now, sailor?” You challenged him, grasping his growing dick at the tip and Taehyung groaned in amused satisfaction. 

He ripped his hands away from you, you whining at the loss until he spun you around and crashed his lips against yours, kissing fervently as he grabbed for the back of your thighs. You kissed him back equally hard, jumping into his hold and letting him carry you to the island. 

He seated you on the edge, your legs spread out with Taehyung in between as your arms remained laced around his neck, his hands finding your sides. He was feeling you up hungrily as you both messily made out, your hands tangling in his hair. 

He moved to unbutton the front of your dress that kept your top half contained, popping it open to slide the useless dress off your shoulders. Your entire upper body was then bared to Taehyung, him disconnecting from your mouth in a haze to soak you in. You felt slightly self-conscious, arms wrapping around to conceal yourself on instinct until Taehyung stopped you. 

“Don’t hide from me, you’re gorgeous.” Taehyung looked into your eyes genuinely, like he entirely meant to adore you, and it only made you think back to when you didn’t know if he could be the loving partner you needed. 

But when Taehyung was looking at you like this, like there was nothing but unadulterated adoration in his coffee irises, your heart was leaping hurdles thinking he’s exactly what you’ve always needed. 

You smiled before pressing a chaste kiss to his plushy lips, Taehyung then drawing himself to your chest and trailing hot kisses down the valley of your breasts. 

You shuddered feeling his mouth near your nipples and Taehyung instantly discovered a weakness. He smiled against your searing skin, bringing his tongue to swipe across your perched nipple and you moaned loudly. Your chest arched dangerously when his fingers hooked onto your pantyhose and underwear, roughly pulling them down and past your plump ass. 

You gasped out in relief feeling the cool surface of the counter against you, pure pleasure raking your insides as you relished in the feeling of Taehyung’s mouth beginning to suck and lick at your perched nubs. 

You suddenly became aware of Taehyung’s very dressed figure, whining at the fact he was wearing clothes. 

“Taehyung.. your shirt.” You started pulling at the fabric, Taehyung never letting his mouth leave your breast as he quickly undid his buttons and ripped his shirt off himself. 

He discarded it and returned his hands to your body, only this time he harshly removed your bottoms from your thighs, tugging them down as you helped him. 

He shred off the offensive items entirely and threw them somewhere on the floor. You hissed at the feeling of your soaked pussy exposed to cold air, gripping onto Taehyung’s shoulders to manage the chill on your intimate parts. 

Taehyung then popped off your nipple and sucked at your skin as he laid you back onto the counter by his weight. As he leaned over your groaning figure, he kissed your stomach, your dress pooled at your abdomen. You moaned out in pure euphoria feeling his pillowy lips all over your skin, back arching off the cold surface of the marble counter. 

With your skirt being propped off your center, your core was bared to Taehyung, his fingers returning to rub sickeningly against your core and his other holding your legs open. 

“You’re fucking dripping, princess. I just know you taste as sweet as you sound.” Taehyung hummed against your hot skin, and you were affected by his words for a mere second before your hazy mind considered what he was going to do. 

As Taehyung’s hands hooked underneath your thighs and his mouth neared your pulsing core, your hands came out to immediately stop him, exclaiming. “Wait! You don’t have to do that, I-I’m supposed to do it first, aren’t I?” 

Taehyung quirked his eyebrows in confusion. “No? I want to eat you out, so I’m going to eat you out.” He declared drawing his mouth back to your core, until you halted his actions once again. 

“Look! You don’t have to force yourself or something, you really don’t have to.” Old thoughts and habits from spending nights with Kiseok came flooding into your mind, your needs seldom a priority and his usually the only meant to be satisfied. 

“Why are you- have you not been eaten out before?” Taehyung asked, his tone concerned. 

“Not-not really? I don’t know, I-I’m just not used to it. I was usually the one giving than receiving.” You admitted completely embarrassed, hands covering your hot face. It felt so entirely humiliating to admit something like this, squeezing your thighs shut to shrink into some sort of hole so Taehyung didn’t have to see you. 

Though his hands on your thighs pushing them back open reminded you he was indeed here, his words angry when he spoke. “You’re fucking telling me that asshole only ever- are you kidding me?”

“Does it look like I’m joking?!” 

“No, I just- that’s not fair, princess, that’s not fair at all.” Taehyung was storming holding you open, reminded all the same about why he’s only ever wanted to give you everything in the world. He couldn’t believe you were deprived of feeling like a princess, making him far more than determined to provide you with what you deserve. 

And determined he’d probably kill your jackass of an ex if he ever saw him. 

He scoffed humourlessly against your core, you shuddering at the feeling. “You deserve more than a universe.” Taehyung said to himself as he brought himself to kiss around your gushing folds, you squirming at just the feeling. 

“Taehyung! You don’t-” 

“It’s okay, Jagiya. I want to.” Taehyung began soothing your thighs with the pads of his thumbs. He held his mouth just before your entrance, his hot breath making you tense and nearly squeal, Taehyung muttering pacifyingly between your legs. 

“Shh, princess. Let me take care of you, relax for me.” You followed his word by taking a breath, Taehyung’s wet tongue meeting your palpitating folds when you exhaled. He licked a slow, thick stripe up your quivering cunt, gathering your slick on his tongue and you bit back an inhuman gasp. 

You nearly lurched off the counter, Taehyung’s satisfying tongue now masterfully licking into your folds as he kept you from shutting your thighs around him. He only spread you out further, delving his tongue deeper into your aching pussy and it was hilarious how easily you felt your insides coiling. 

This felt euphoric, otherworldly as Taehyung began licking you harder, swiveling his tongue in between your slit and flattening on your folds repeatedly. The technique of his tongue morphed into merciless kitten licks against your throbbing clit that were driving you insane, clearing teasing you and you moaned too loudly.

You slapped your hand over your mouth to not embarrass yourself, getting way too high off simply his tongue until Taehyung reprimanded you. 

“Don’t be quiet, Y/N. let me hear you.” Taehyung spoke against your core glanced up at you through his mussed fringe, his eyes entrancing as you looked down at him. “I wanna hear you say my name.” 

“T-Taehyung..” You moaned out making eye contact with him, his work on your pussy already edging you to places you never thought possible, his intoxicating eyes leaving you weak. 

“Mm?” He hummed against your folds, the vibration so heavenly you moaned out even louder and threw your head back, hands entangling in Taehyung’s hair messily.

“Taehyung.. don’t fucking stop.” You groaned, now chasing your high as you moved against Taehyung’s merciless mouth, and felt him smile against you. 

He then latched onto your clit so powerfully you tugged at his tresses, Taehyung groaning out satisfied as he suckled at your swollen bud. It was formidable, sickening the way he dared to look up at you with carnal eyes that had you submitting far more easily than you liked. 

But it didn’t matter when Taehyung was constantly sucking on your clit, laving at your pussy so passionately it’s like he was now trying to prove a point, trying to drive you insane. He suddenly shoved his long fingers into your weeping hole and you just about cried out, the sensation of him softly finger-fucking you as your walls soaked him in avariciously utterly divine. 

His movements became blissful and you weakened the more he sped up, licking and pumping you over and over and over again until your insides coiled so tightly, you moaned out an orgasm never felt before. 

You came hard, Taehyung’s name at the end of every sound and your body convulsed at the feeling, walls pulsing, pleasure overwhelming your every nerve. Taehyung tasted you through your orgasm, not letting up his tongue until he felt your breaths settle, kissing your near battered center delicately before you pushed at him from oversensitivity. 

He disconnected and straightened himself up, viewing your smaller figure laid out breathless and flushed underneath him. He watched your chest rise and fall rhythmically as you came down from your high, arm thrown over your hooded eyes. 

And Taehyung’s never seen anything so beautiful. 

He relished in your fucked out state, his dominant side momentarily thrilled as he smiled to himself. He leaned over your panting body, pressing his wet lips to yours. Your arm retracted from your face and welcomed his mouth, kissing him as you tasted yourself on his lips and became horney thinking he was stuffed between your legs seconds ago. 

The sight of your slick glistening around his lips when he detached his mouth made you adore him whole-heartedly. Your hands splayed across his cheeks, thumbs soothing his skin as you admired how much he just gave you in a matter of 20 minutes, far more than you’ve ever received in your entire lifetime. 

The sentiment nearly caught the back of your throat, eyes watering gazing at him, his eyes swimming with warmth. You threw your emotional thoughts away as you simply brought his lips to yours for another passionate kiss, melting into each other. 

He was smoothing over your sides again when your phone suddenly rang next you, startling you both out of the kiss. Your mutually surprised eyes elicited chuckles from the pair of you as you reached over for your buzzing device, viewing the contact name. 

Mother.

“What the fuck?” Your eyebrows knitted together, Taehyung’s lips contorting in question above you. 

“Who is it?” 

“My mother, I should probably answer.” Taehyung was shocked as he lifted himself off you, you rising into a seated position. 

You shuffled to the edge of the counter with an arm over your naked breasts, Taehyung lifting you off the counter and helping you down onto your feet. You nearly stumbled at the jelly-like feeling in your legs until Taehyung caught you from behind, snickering through his nose at what he did to you. 

You playfully narrowed your eyes at him as you clicked the green button on your screen. “Hello?” 

“Ah, Y/N, took you long enough to answer.” 

You rolled your eyes, “You never call, Mother. I was contemplating what person had a gun to your head that would have you calling me.” You quipped, Taehyung snorting as he abandoned you to instead slide the remainder of your dress down your body, leaving you completely naked as you stepped out of it confused. You stood exposed and cold for a second until he nabbed his shirt from the ground, draping it on your shoulders. 

“Very funny. Y/N, but there’s no gun. I’m calling for something important.” You looped your arm into one of his long sleeves, struggling for the other until Taehyung helped it on, turning around to flash him a grateful smile. 

“And what would that be? Your long overdue apology for the last time you saw me?” You spoke harshly, annoyed your mother completely ruined your fun with Taehyung. You pressed the phone to your ear by your shoulder as you buttoned Taehyung’s oversized shirt, turning towards him to mouth ‘can you get me some pants?’ 

He nodded and went off on his way, watching him disappear up onto the second floor as you returned to your suffocating mother. 

“Well, this is far from an apology, Y/N, more like your much needed discipline.” 

“As if that’ll work on me, I don’t even regard you as my mother.” You argued, arms folded as you drowned in Taehyung’s shirt. “What is it?” 

“You should watch your mouth, Y/N, what goes around comes around.” Your mother warned from her end, your attention stolen by Taehyung jogging down the stairs with a pair of your black sweatpants and still attractively shirtless. 

He thought about getting you pants but not a shirt for himself? 

Cute. 

He handed them to you as he drew near and you retrieved the item, pressing a gratified kiss to his chest as he smiled. 

“Says you, mother. You of all people should not be saying that.” You chastised her, hopping into your sweatpants haphazardly. They eventually hung at your hips and you smoothed Taehyung’s shirt over yourself, his arms enveloping you from behind into a snug back hug. 

You filled with butterflies in seconds draping a hand over one of his, not really minding your over-bearing, repulsive mother speaking on the other line. “But at this moment, I think it applies to you more.” 

You quirked your eyebrows, feeling Taehyung’s lips trail senseless kisses down your neck, his hands smoothing your stomach underneath his shirt. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean call your office, Y/N. Taking a day off didn’t do you well.” You instantly became alarmed knowing your mother, expression contorted in bewilderment as you abruptly ended the call with her, dialing someone’s extension at work. 

“Hello? Yeji? Is everything okay at the office? I’m sorry I wasn’t in today and I was just curious-” 

“Y/N!  Oh my God, I was just going to call you, everything’s fucked up.” Your co-worker complained into the phone, clearly shuffling around on their end and it sounded like chaos. 

“What the fuck happened?” 

“I don’t know Y/N, I don’t know but all I know is that we lost the deal.” 

“We what?!” You nearly screeched, catching Taehyung’s attention and he looked at you concerned. 

“We fucking lost the deal. Yun & Ryu called today and said they’re not interested in us for the project anymore, they’re choosing someone else.” 

You were exasperated, Taehyung becoming alarmed by what little he could hear through the receiver, even more at your rising anxiety. “Who the fuck are they choosing instead? We were their pick.” 

“Fucking Min Inc., Y/N! Your dad’s company!” 

And that’s when everything clicked, when you felt like air was sucked out of your lungs, mind collapsing into a million pieces. 

You instantly understood your mother crafted this behind your father’s back, knowing he’s currently abroad and away from headquarters. He’d always been adamant about never intruding on projects you were already pitching for, positive your mother must’ve appealed to whomever else was working this project at your father’s company. She must’ve also influenced or colluded with Yun & Ryu to choose their pitch over your impeccable one, irritating your soul. 

It made you even angrier considering your mother was always notorious for having built connections far and wide in the architecture world, her only real, favourable trait as a businessman’s wife. 

“Fuck.” You swore into the phone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Okay, tell everyone to stay there, I’m coming right now.” You hung up the phone quickly, running a frustrated hand through your hair as you felt like crying, screaming, just something to get rid of the anger inside you. 

You forgot Taehyung had been holding you this entire time while your blood boiled, his concerned voice sounding out when you removed yourself from his arms. “Y/N, where are you going?” 

“To work, I-I have to go. My mother.. she-” You clutched your fists as you aimlessly paced around, trying to maintain your indignation. 

“What? You have to go? What happened?” 

“That deal, Taehyung! That fucking deal I told you about, she stole it from me. She stole it and I have to get it back, I have to go.” You instantly snatched up your purse and started making it towards the door without a cohesive thought, Taehyung hot on your trail. 

“Princess, wait. I’ll take you, let me put on a shirt and I’ll drive you.” Taehyung offered, but you had no time. 

“No, Tae, it’s okay. I’ll drive myself, you stay home.” You said speedily as you struggled a pair of shoes onto your feet. 

“Just let me drive you, Y/N. I don’t want you going alone like this, and the sun’s already set.” He sounded worried, trying to reach you.  

“It doesn’t matter! I have to go, you don’t need to go that far for me, Taehyung.” You argued, frustrated as your purse kept slipping down your arm. 

“Y/N, just let me help you-”

“Please, Taehyung, please! I just-I need to go, I can handle this myself, okay?” You felt tears prick at your eyes, utterly tired and brimming with so much anger at your mother’s stupid pettiness it was too overwhelming. 

“My mother made this fucking mess because of me, alright? I’m the only one to blame, only I can be blamed. It’s all my fault, and I have to fix it, I have to..” Your voice trailed the more emotional you grew, vision clouding with tears as Taehyung came rushing to you, palms finding your shoulders.

“Hey, hey, Y/N, breathe, okay? You’re fine, it’s going to be fine.” Taehyung tried calming you down, pulling you to his chest for an embrace.  

You took his word and breathed, breathed as much as you could as you felt your emotions simmering down a little, nuzzled into his bare chest. You took one last shaky breath as Taehyung put space between you two, talking to you carefully. 

“Be careful when you’re driving, okay? I remember reading some snow in the forecast tonight.” Taehyung relayed as you stood rubbing at your eyes, trying to clear the tears that managed to escape. Taehyung reached for one of his coats hanging on a hook in the foyer, rounding it about your sullen figure and engulfing you in his coat. 

“It’s cold, and my coat’s warmer. If at any point you feel like you can’t drive, stop by a curbside with a lot of people and call me, okay? I’ll answer right away.” Taehyung assured you like a parent speaking to a child, holding the coat snug around you as your arms barely filled in the sleeves. “I’ll wait for you at home.” 

You nodded to him, snatching your keys from the tray and clutching them in your hand, taking another deep breath. You felt clearer now, determined to clean this mess up rather than dwell on your witch of a mother. 

“I’ll go now.” You said, stuffing your phone into Taehyung’s jacket pocket as he regarded you with anxious eyes, though didn’t let it compromise his dulcet voice. 

“Okay, be safe.” He responded uneasy, biting his lip. You followed the action and pressed a peck to his lips before you gave him a small, understanding smile, turning around as he let you go. You then exited through the door quickly, leaving Taehyung behind all alone. 

And when the house fell eerily silent, he couldn’t help but feel an ache in his chest thinking your smile didn’t meet your eyes. 

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[bbiemochi]

hi!! may i request a songfic with ei inspired by him & i by halsey?? everytime i listen to that song i think of her!!! have a nice day!!

𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 | raiden ei x reader

[an]: hello! i’m sorry this took long! :,D i was lacking inspo while writing because this is the first time i’m writing songfic including for someone like ei ToT aND I HAD TO LOOK FOR THE MEANING OF THE SONG ONLINE SO I COULD GRASP SOME IDEAS SO YEAH </3

summary: just like what lovers do, you and ei would absolutely do anything for each…a love for eternity filled with danger and passion.

pairing: raiden ei x g/n!reader!

genre: fluff + songfic!

warning: slight spoilers for the raiden ei’s backstory

song to listen to while reading <3:

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cross my heart, hope to die…

to my lover, i’d never lie…

he said “be true,” i swear i’ll try…

in the end, it’s him and i…

“would you die for me…?” such simple sentence that every couple would question to their lover. with no rope tied between their promises, either the reply they make was a lie, or an absolute truth. with turns in each shape, each lover would hold dear to their words…or crush it like dough on the ground. but to the both of you, there was no need for promises, as your love for one another was eternal, a sparkling electricity.

“there is no would. because there is no reason for me to die whether my enemy is an archon too, or not,” is what ei instead replies as she gripped onto your hand, beautiful purple eyes staring deep into yours like a puddle. “i would fight for you, even if it takes a thousand years. even if it means the wreckage of my plane of euthymia. i promised makoto that i will not die…as long as inazuma still stands before me. i will keep fighting for this region…and for you.”

he’s out his head…

i’m out my mind…

we got that love, the crazy kind…

i am his, and he is mine…

in the end, it’s him and i…

you could hear yae erupt out a soft laughter while you watched her do so, bashfully standing on the side near the tree of narukami. the pink sly fox that ei warned you about so long ago looked at you with those teasing eyes, and you suddenly know why gorou was so afraid of her. “you’re lucky i’m finished writing the letter to the traveler…but, since you asked—i’ll gladly help you prepare a small celebration and a gift for our beloved ei’s birthday. how generous of me, right?” she says, hands on her chin placed, elegantly. you turned to yae with eyes filled with hope, a wide smile now painted on your face.

“however…” she yet began once more, “you’ll have to help me tomorrow for my celebration at the shrine. do we have a deal…?” as the woman’s hand extended out in front of your view, you took a deep breath before taking her hand and shaking it. you felt a small zap when you took her hand, it didn’t hurt—however you had a feeling the deal was permanent in the pink haired woman’s palms. yae chuckles, “…you’re willing to take anything just to give her a special party, are you?”

“i must do what i must.”

“you’re really into her, are you?” there she goes again with the tease.

they don’t wanna see us make it, they just wanna divide…

2017 bonnie and clyde…

wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah…

time ran quickly as the covers of night dragged towards the skies, clearing with a thousand stars hidden beneath the cotton candy clouds that creates the evening shiver. your heart pounded loudly in your chest as you looked at yourself in the mirror for the 4th time this night. ei’s birthday…just the two of you. yae’s sly voice wouldn’t crawl out of your head as the thought made you linger with a bashful expression. the small candles flicked on each side while you waited for your lover to arrive at the area. according to general kujou sara, ei was still preparing to head out as lady yae was helping her with the archon’s outfit for the night. who knew what that woman was planning?

you bite your thumb, feeling an intense nerve rush through your spine. you were so not ready, you were nervous, very nervous. wanna check at the mirror again? maybe this time there was something on your face that you didn’t notice after relooking for the 4th time. ah, what the hell were you thinking? it’s just a small celebration for ei…nothing much…just take a deep breath and—

“yoo-hoo~ y/n, our lovely ei has arrived.”

got that kind of style everybody want to rip off…

ysl dress under when she takes the mink off…

you immediately turned around in a hurry when the doors were slid opened by none other than the pink fox herself…and, behind the woman, was ei standing…wearing not her usual every day clothing…but something else. it was an elegant and exquisite kimono. light violet, patterns glittered with yellow twinkling star designs and small cranes. her hair was tied not in a braid, but in a low ponytail that was carried over her shoulders. ei…looked so beautiful.

just with the sight, your cheeks heated up from the sight of your lover. you could feel yae’s smirk on the side. your body was frozen, stunned from her amazing presence shown in your point of view. “w-wow…” you managed to stutter out. ei’s eyes met yours, and there was a sudden electric connection. the traveler and paimon came out to the sides as well, wide grins spread across their cheeks with the traveler’s hands carrying what seems to look like a tray of food.

silk on her body…

pull it down and watch it slip off…

“that was a very long time ago, y/n.”

“still…! can i not remember such a dear memory close to heart?!”

she’s stubborn in this state. so very stubborn. no matter how many times you’ve told her not to fight the shogun…she wouldn’t listen. no, you…wouldn’t listen. ei’s body was about to go stiff because of the state she’s in. all you wanted her was to relax a bit inside the plane of euthymia…without any worries to pressure her. however, your reasoning at this time was wrong.

despite still being together…the two of you have different views for this situation. what puts you off more was when the traveler agreed to her decision…since, she is an archon still after all…ei protected you for so long…but how about you? what can you do for her?

crazy but i love her…

i could never run from her…

hit it, no rubber…

never would let anyone touch her…

swear we drive each other mad…

she be so stubborn…

you were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong…how you were so wrong of the perspective you had towards ei’s situation with the shogun. you had no idea how many times you bowed your head and thanked the traveler for having them to watch over your lover as she fought…and talked to makoto one last time. now, here you are…ei sat down to your side as the both of you stared of how the sun falls down into the depth of the skies. her pose was formal, both of her palms a little scarred…yet they were on top of one another as her eyes are closed shut, calmly. you were silent as ever before the woman spoke, “let it out.”

“h-huh?”

“i’m not mad. just let out what you want to say…i’ll listen.”

you did exactly as she told you. the entire time her expression was nonchalant. no any sign of reaction while you spoke out everything that was hiding deep inside your heart….and she listens.

but, what the fuck is love with no pain? no suffer?

intense, this shit, it gets dense…

“i’m grateful.” her answer was a mix of peace and calmness. her eyes follows as she began to brew the tea while you watched, eyes on the floor. “i’m grateful that you would do such for me even if we are fates connected to one another like thunder….” as the smoke from the tea brewed in the air, the scent of leaves entering your scent got to you before ei sat in front of your figure and held her hand in yours.

“as we are lovers, we must stay loyal to another. cloud connecting to cloud to create rain—hearts beat together…and…” she looked away for a moment before continuing her sentence, “…our ropes connected from our fingertips…” ei slowly brought your hand towards her cheeks, cuddling onto it as she finished her words. “…must always be connected.”

it’s insane of how much you would sacrifice for her.

and it’s crazy of how the electro archon would sacrifice for you.

always in the end. it’s you and her.

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a/n: i’m not rlly sure about this one ToT it’s my first time writing a songfic </3

requests: opened! <3

[jihyocentric]

Small g!p Chaeyoung not wanting to have sex with Sana because she's insecure about her size and Sana sucking her off and praising her to make her feel better and loved

chaeyoung could not deny she was getting hard. sana was on her lap, kissing her passionately and moving her hips, only wearing a big shirt and very small shorts, moaning softly as their tongues brushed against each other. it made chaeyoung get painfully hard in her boxers, to the point that she was throbbing. so she pulled away.

“why?” sana pouted as chaeyoung stopped the kiss.

with a blush in her cheeks, chaeyoung answered. “i-i’m just not in the mood.”

“you’re lying!” sana kissed her girlfriend’s cheek before getting her lips close to chaeyoung’s ear. “i can feel you getting hard, chae. don’t lie to me.”

“sana, please...”

sana shook her head. of course she wasn’t mad at chaeyoung for not wanting to have sex, but she was rather confused. she always felt chaeyoung getting hard while they made out, but chaeyoung always stopped them from taking it to the next level. “why do you always want me to stop? do you... not like to have sex? or, am i unattractive? i mean, if you’re hard i guess not, but...”

chaeyoung stopped sana from continuing. “no, sana, it’s not that... you're perfect.” her cheeks were only getting warmer. “i... i’m just afraid i’ll disappoint you.”

“what? would never disappoint me, baby. no matter what. i know you don’t have much experience but i’ll guide you, it’s okay,” sana pecked chaeyoung’s lips.

chaeyoung trusted sana. they’ve been dating for months now and sana was nothing but a sweetheart, so she tried to express herself better for sana, wanting to show her that she put trust in her. “i’m... j-just worried it won’t be enough to give you pleasure.” it came out like a whisper but sana heard and she understood what was going on right away.

sana held chaeyoung’s cheeks, making the girl look at her. “size isn’t important to me, chae. there’s many ways that you can give me pleasure, not just one. can i...”

looking down at sana’s hand that was now holding her belt, chaeyoung gulped. she nodded, letting sana open her belt and pull her pants down along with her boxers.

sana pecked both of chaeyoung’s cheeks one more time before kissing down on her neck. “you’re just perfect, baby.” sana said, wanting chaeyoung to get more comfortable. “can i touch you?”

“y-yes.”

and sana did just that, holding chaeyoung’s hardened shaft in her hand and giving it a squeeze to test the waters. chaeyoung’s cock was just big enough to fill her hand and the tip stood out. it was thick and flushed and cute just like chaeyoung. sana got on her knees and chaeyoung closed her eyes, knowing what was to come.

sana’s warm mouth circled the tip, making chaeyoung whimper. the velvety tongue played with the tip. looking up, sana saw chaeyoung with her eyes closed, blushing and biting her lips. she wanted to ask her to open her eyes and look at her while she sucked her off, but she knew chaeyoung would be too embarrassed to do that.

moving her lips lower, sana felt chaeyoung’s cock hit the back of her throat. she was so turned own by chaeyoung’s little grunts and moans that she felt her panties getting soaked, so she let her hand slip inside her panties and circled her clit as she kept sucking, eventually moaning around chaeyoung’s needy shaft.

“s-sana, i’m getting close...” chaeyoung warned, her voice weak.

sana pulled away quickly only to answer. “it’s okay, baby. come in my mouth.”

sana came as she sucked chaeyoung, the vibration of her moans around chaeyoung made the girl release her load inside sana’s mouth, and sana didn’t stop sucking until chaeyoung let out the last drop.

“you did so well, baby. can’t wait to have that inside me.” sana said, getting up and sitting on chaeyoung’s lap.

“sana!” chaeyoung whined, burying her face into sana’s chest.

sana held both of her cheeks and kissed the girl’s pout away. “we don’t have to do anything tonight. but keep in mind that i want it.”

“you can have it.”

sana smiled. “good to know.”