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Someone else was in the facility .

That was the first thing Jillian clocked as the lights flickered within the area, gloved hands expertly holding onto the assault rifle in her hands. This was supposed to be a place entirely off grid , unable to be located by most — but clearly someone had made their way in here , and she didn't like it .

Everyone else here could be dealt with later . Right now her concern lay in the intrusion, and combat boots moved near silently on the marble flooring . The weapon was raised each time a corridor was encountered , and slowly but surely Jillian began a systematic sweep of the area .

The light spilling out of one of the rooms caught her attention, and she moved towards it. Right as she got to the doorway, Jillian paused a split second before turning and pushing through , raising her rifle with the barrel practically breathing down the back of the man who stood at the computer.

"On the ground . Move it ."

[cant-kill-me-if-im-already-dead]

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[kaiyunsim]

all i want —

pairing : popular boy!jay x gn!reader

summary : your main objective is to gain the attention of the popular boy, park jongseong, and once you do some things don't go to plan.

warnings : angst, ANGST, like quite literally the littlest amount of fluff, college au, featuring heeseung and jake, huening kai from txt, yunah from illit, yunjin, chaewon, and sakura from le sserafim.

a/n : BACK TO DOING REQUESTS !! this was the modren au of the pierrot request (i hope it turned out like you liked anon!)

queueing : all i want - olivia rodrigo

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— wc : 3.9k — not proof read ! —

you don’t think you’re in love with jay park...

really, you don’t.

but there’s something about him that makes you pay attention. the way he walks through campus like he belongs everywhere, always greeted by someone, always flashing that effortless, lopsided grin that seems to make people forget whatever they were talking about before he arrived. he’s just that kind of person, the type everyone seems to like without him even trying.

and maybe that’s why you notice him.

you wouldn’t call it an obsession, not even close, but you do find yourself looking for him in crowded lecture halls, in the dining hall, at whatever random student event yunah drags you to. it’s not on purpose. not really...

“it’s a little on purpose,” kai says one afternoon, shoving a spoonful of rice into his mouth as he gives you a knowing look.

yunah snickers beside him, chin propped up in her hand. “a lot on purpose, actually.”

you roll your eyes. “you guys are exaggerating.”

“sure,” yunah says, dragging out the word like she doesn’t believe you at all. “so you just happened to sit right in his line of sight at lunch yesterday?”

“it’s not my fault that’s where the only open seats were.”

kai snorts. “right. and you just accidentally wore your nicest jacket that day, too?”

you huff, turning your attention back to your food as heat crawls up your neck. okay, so maybe you put a little effort into your presence around jay. but can you be blamed? it’s not like you’re the only one who notices him. half the school probably has a crush on him, and why wouldn’t they? he’s good-looking, confident, and way too charming for his own good.

but unlike everyone else, you want him to notice you. so try and you make it happen.

it starts small, passing by him in the library and making a quick comment about whatever book he has in his hand. holding the door open for him when you both leave the same building. sitting just close enough in class that he might overhear you cracking a joke to yunah or kai, just in case he finds you funny.

and eventually, he does notice.

the first time jay actually acknowledges you beyond a passing glance, it’s in the middle of a group study session for one of your shared classes. the conversation shifts to a ridiculous debate over the best late-night snacks, and when you confidently declare that convenience store ramen at 2 a.m. is objectively the best, jay raises an eyebrow at you.

“that’s the most broke college student thing i’ve ever heard,” he says, but there’s amusement in his tone, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

you shrug. “i never claimed to be high-class.”

he laughs at that. a real laugh, not just the polite kind. and for the first time, his full attention is on you.

it feels like a win.

after that, it’s easier. jay doesn’t just glance past you anymore; he acknowledges you. he returns your passing comments with witty remarks of his own, sometimes even initiates conversation. he’s not overly warm, not the kind to suddenly become your best friend overnight, but you can tell he enjoys the back-and-forth. and that’s enough.

for now.

yunah, of course, is convinced this is all hilarious. “you’re playing a dangerous game,” she warns one evening as the two of you walk across campus. “this whole ‘subtly inserting yourself into his life’ thing? it’s a lot.”

“it’s not a lot,” you argue. “it’s casual.”

“right,” she says, dragging the word out again.

kai, when you recount the conversation to him later, just shakes his head. “i give it a month before you start actually falling for him.”

you scoff. “i am not falling for jay park.”

but kai just gives you a knowing look, and something about it makes you uneasy.

because if you’re being honest, completely honest, you’re not sure if he’s wrong.

you don’t expect jay to start texting you.

sure, he acknowledges you now. you exchange jokes in class, he actually meets your eyes when you speak, and sometimes... sometimes. he even leans in when you say something, like he actually cares about your words. but that’s different from texting.

so when his name pops up on your screen for the first time, you nearly drop your phone.

jay park: did you get the notes for today’s lecture?

it takes you way too long to process those six simple words, and even longer to figure out what to say back. because, sure, it’s a normal text, nothing special, but it’s jay. texting you. on purpose.

your fingers hover over the keyboard. do you play it cool? act casual? should you tease him about it? no, that’s too much. you settle on something neutral.

you: yeah, want me to send them?

the read receipt pops up almost instantly.

jay park: yeah, thanks. appreciate it.

you send a picture of your notes and lock your phone, setting it face down on your desk like that will stop you from overanalyzing the situation.

“you good?” yunah asks, raising an eyebrow at your suddenly frozen state.

kai, always observant, glances between you and your phone and immediately narrows his eyes. “no way,” he says slowly. “don’t tell me—”

“jay texted me,” you blurt out, then slap a hand over your mouth like you just confessed to a crime.

yunah’s eyes go wide. “shut up.”

kai looks like he’s waiting for a punchline. “you’re lying.”

you flip your phone over, showing them the screen, and instantly, yunah grabs your wrist to pull it closer while kai gapes at you.

“oh my god,” yunah breathes. “he has your number?”

“i—yeah?” you laugh, feeling a little dizzy. “i mean, i didn’t give it to him, but i guess he got it from someone.”

kai groans, leaning back in his chair. “this is it. this is how it starts.”

“how what starts?” you ask, even though you think you already know the answer.

“you, falling headfirst for this guy.”

you scoff, but the warmth in your chest betrays you. “it’s just a text.”

yunah smirks. “for now.”

—

the texts don’t stop.

it’s nothing excessive, mostly casual messages about class, sometimes the occasional comment about something that happened that day. but then it starts shifting.

jay sends you a meme once, completely unprompted. you stare at it for a full minute before sending back a laughing emoji, unsure of what reaction is expected.

jay park: thought you’d appreciate that one.

you: oh, so now you’re studying my sense of humor?

jay park: maybe. gotta keep up with you somehow.

and just like that, it starts to become something more.

it’s little things at first. he responds faster, starts teasing you more, even initiates conversations that aren’t about class. you notice how his friends start giving him looks when he talks to you, how heeseung nudges him in the ribs when he passes you in the hallway, how jake smirks every time jay lingers near you after class.

one night, you’re sitting in your dorm scrolling mindlessly when your phone buzzes.

jay park: we’re getting food. you in?

you blink at the message.

you: we?

jay park: me, heeseung, jake. maybe a couple others.

it takes you a second to process. jay park, who you’ve spent weeks trying to get to notice you, is inviting you out. voluntarily.

you don’t even hesitate before typing out a response.

you: where?

—

when you show up at the burger place jay mentioned, it’s easy to spot their table—mostly because jake is laughing way too loudly at something heeseung said.

jay catches sight of you first, raising an eyebrow. “didn’t think you’d actually come.”

you scoff, sliding into the open seat across from him. “why invite me if you thought i wouldn’t?”

he shrugs, smirking. “figured i’d give you a chance to prove you’re cool enough to hang with us.”

“and if i’m not?”

“then we’ll kick you out, obviously.”

heeseung snorts. “nah, you’re fine. we need someone to humble jay every now and then.”

“i don’t need humbling,” jay says, rolling his eyes.

jake just grins. “sure, man.”

the night is surprisingly easy. conversation flowing effortlessly, laughter coming naturally. you don’t miss the way jay leans back in his seat, arms crossed as he watches you banter with his friends, like he’s assessing you. but he doesn’t seem bored. if anything, he looks amused.

and when the night ends, as you’re heading back to your dorm, your phone vibrates again.

jay park: not bad. you might actually survive in our group.

you bite back a smile.

you: gee, thanks for the approval.

you don’t think too hard about the fact that jay park, who could easily ignore you, who used to barely acknowledge you, now texts you first. now invites you out. now looks at you like you’re someone worth paying attention to.

but maybe, just maybe, you should.

you don’t hesitate when jay invites you to the party.

it’s casual. the way he mentions it, the way he shrugs like it’s no big deal. but the moment he says, you should come, there’s no question about whether or not you’ll be there. you tell yunah and kai immediately, mostly so they can’t talk you out of it.

"this is a terrible idea," kai groans as you drag him toward the house, music already thudding through the walls.

"but we're already here, so you have no choice," you grin, nudging him forward.

yunah, always up for chaos, just laughs. "it's one party, kai. let them live a little."

"yeah, yeah," kai sighs. "just don’t say i didn’t warn you."

you roll your eyes but don’t say anything. because tonight—you know tonight is going to be different and it starts off exactly how you want it to.

jay finds you fast, like he was waiting. he’s got that easy grin, a drink in hand, eyes bright under the dim lighting.

"look who actually showed up," he says, bumping his shoulder against yours.

"what, you didn’t think i would?"

he tilts his head, considering. "nah. i figured you'd follow me anywhere at this point."

you scoff, shoving him lightly. "you're delusional."

he just laughs.

but the thing is... he doesn’t leave your side.

he finds ways to stay close, to lean in when he talks, to rest an arm on the couch behind you like it’s second nature. every little thing. every glance, every smirk, every low-spoken joke, feels intentional. like he’s choosing to focus on you.

yunah shoots you a look from across the room, eyebrow raised, like shes saying 'oh, so we’re winning now?'

you grin, triumphant. maybe you are.

and then the door opens, and everything changes.

you don’t see her at first. but you feel it. the shift in energy, the way jay stiffens slightly beside you. you follow his gaze, and there she is.

huh yunjin.

she steps in like she belongs here, and maybe she does. kura and chaewon are right beside her, laughing at something she says. she’s glowing, not literally, but she might as well be, because suddenly, it feels like she’s the brightest thing in the room.

jay notices. of course he does.

but it’s how he notices that gets you.

his body shifts, attention snapping to her completely. he doesn’t call out to her or wave her over. he just watches, eyes sharp, focused. you recognize it instantly. it’s the same way you’ve been looking at him.

"ah, shit," kai mutters under his breath, low enough that only you hear.

yunah catches it too. her expression hardens slightly, but she doesn’t say anything.

you swallow down whatever weird feeling creeps up your throat. "it’s fine," you say, even though no one asked.

because it is fine. yunjin doesn’t even notice jay yet. she’s too busy greeting people, laughing with her friends, tossing her hair over her shoulder like she’s in a movie. she’s effortless. natural.

jay shifts beside you, sitting up a little straighter, like he’s bracing himself.

and then, as if the universe is playing a joke on you, she looks over and jay moves before you can process it.

he doesn’t leave entirely, doesn’t abandon you completely, but he leans forward, elbows on his knees, suddenly more present. more intentional. his usual laid-back smirk fades into something more composed, like he actually cares about the impression he’s making.

it’s subtle, but it’s there. and you notice.

you always notice.

because it’s different from how he is with you.

yunah squeezes your wrist under the table. you barely realize you’ve gone quiet.

you breathe in, slow. force yourself to smile.

"i need another drink," you mutter.

kai frowns. "you good?"

"yeah," you say quickly, already standing up. "i’m fine."

but the thing is, you’re not so sure anymore.

and the next thing you know, you wake up with a headache and the vague memory of kai shoving water into your hands last night, telling you to drink this before you pass out on my couch.

turns out, you did pass out on his couch.

the ceiling above you is unfamiliar, but the weight of a blanket over your shoulders and the distant sound of yunah humming in the kitchen reminds you where you are. kai's apartment. safe.

your head is pounding. maybe you drank a little too much last night. maybe you just needed an excuse to forget the way jay looked at yunjin like she was the only person in the room.

kai walks past the couch, arms crossed, unimpressed. "so, you really wanna do this to yourself?"

you groan, pulling the blanket over your face. "what are you talking about?"

"you know exactly what i’m talking about," he deadpans.

yunah walks in, placing a bottle of water and a slice of toast on the coffee table. "you were quiet the whole walk home. that’s never a good sign."

you peek out from under the blanket, blinking at them. "i was tired."

"you were thinking," yunah corrects. "about him."

you don't answer, but the way you hesitate says enough. yunah and kai share a glance, then sigh at the same time.

"this is bad," kai mutters.

"this is really bad," yunah agrees.

you sit up slowly, stretching out your sore limbs. "guys, it’s not that deep."

kai gives you a look. "not that deep? he spent the whole night staring at someone else while you were right there. and you still think it’s not that deep?"

you shrug, even though the memory stings. "i never expected anything from him."

"that doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck," yunah says gently.

you don’t answer. because what are you supposed to say?

yeah, it sucks. yeah, i noticed the way he changed when she walked in. yeah, i feel like an idiot.

instead, you just take the water bottle and sip slowly.

—

the thing is, jay doesn’t ignore you after the party. if anything, he starts texting more.

but the texts aren’t what you expect.

hey, do you know where yunjin usually gets coffee? i feel like she mentioned a favorite café before. any idea what it is? does she have a type? just wondering lol.

the first time it happens, you stare at your phone for a long time before answering.

the second time, you laugh to yourself, because of course this is how it’s going to go.

the third time, you almost don’t respond. but you do.

because if this is what it takes to stay in his orbit a little longer, isn’t it worth it?

you tell yourself it doesn’t matter. you tell yourself this was never supposed to be serious. you tell yourself it’s fine.

so you text him back. you tell him what you know. you play along.

you pretend it doesn’t hurt.

—

"this is pathetic," kai says.

you scowl at him over your laptop. "you’re dramatic."

"no, you’re dramatic," he argues, pointing at your phone. "you’re literally feeding him intel on another girl."

yunah sighs, flopping onto the couch beside you. "kai’s right. he’s using you."

"it’s not that serious," you mumble, pretending to focus on your screen.

"then why do you look like you wanna throw your phone into the sun every time he texts?"

you don’t have an answer for that.

yunah reaches for your phone, and you yank it out of reach. she glares. "just admit it. this sucks. he sucks. and you’re letting it happen."

"it’s not like i thought this would go anywhere," you mutter, picking at the corner of your laptop.

kai softens. "yeah, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay to let yourself get hurt."

yunah nudges your shoulder. "you deserve better than this, you know?"

you force a smile. "i know."

but deep down, something bitter curls in your chest. because maybe you don’t.

the first time you notice it, you don’t think much of it.

jay’s replies come slower, a little shorter. instead of texting you back immediately, minutes stretch into hours. sometimes, he doesn’t respond at all.

it’s fine. you’re not obsessed with him or anything. you have your own life, your own friends. it’s not like you’re waiting by your phone.

but then it happens again. and again.

soon, the texts stop altogether.

"just say it," you sigh, stirring your iced coffee with the straw.

yunah doesn’t even pretend to be subtle. "he’s ghosting you."

kai, always a little softer, presses his lips together. "maybe not ghosting. just… phasing out?"

"wow, that makes it sooo much better," you roll your eyes.

kai shrugs. "i’m just saying, he’s not the type to cut people off all at once. he’s probably just—"

"getting closer to yunjin," yunah finishes, rolling her eyes. "as if we didn’t all see that coming."

you glance down at your phone. still nothing.

you shouldn’t care this much. you really shouldn’t.

"are you gonna text him?" kai asks.

"why would i?"

"because you obviously want to," yunah says, propping her chin in her palm.

you hesitate. you could text him. ask if things are still cool. act like you’re totally unbothered, like you haven’t noticed the way he’s been pulling away.

but would it even matter?

the things is... eventually, you give in.

you : are we still cool?

the message sits there, unread, for a while. long enough for you to regret sending it.

jay park : of course. just been busy.

busy.

you stare at the words, feeling something uneasy settle in your stomach.

maybe that’s true. maybe you’re overthinking. maybe he really has just been busy.

but a part of you knows better.

—

you see him at a party a few nights later.

he’s not alone.

yunjin is next to him, laughing, her hand brushing against his like it’s the most natural thing in the world. kura and chaewon are there too, but you barely notice them. all you can see is jay. how he leans in when yunjin speaks, how he looks at her like she’s interesting, like he actually wants to be there.

like the way he never looked at you.

"busy, huh?" yunah mutters beside you, sipping her drink.

kai watches you carefully. "we can leave if you want."

"i don’t care," you say, forcing a smile. "it’s whatever."

but the drink in your hand feels heavier than it should.

and you tell yourself you won’t text him. kai and yunah would kill you if they knew you were even thinking about it.

but after days of nothing,no accidental run-ins, no random messages, not even a halfhearted like on your instagram stories, you cave.

you don’t overthink it. you just type and hit send before you can regret it.

you : hey, been a while.

it’s casual. easy. something a normal, unbothered person would send.

you wait. five minutes. ten. an hour.

then—

he reads it.

and then—

nothing.

no reply. no reaction. just silence.

—

you stare at your phone, blinking at the message screen like if you look long enough, maybe it’ll change. maybe he’ll say sorry, just saw this or been meaning to text you.

maybe he’ll say something but the hours keep stretching, and your phone stays quiet.

your throat tightens. you don’t cry. you don’t even feel angry, not at first.

just... hollow.

because this is it. the final confirmation.

you weren’t anything to him. just a convenient distraction. a means to an end.

the next time you see him, you almost don’t recognize him.

he’s sitting outside the student center, laughing at something yunjin says. his arm is draped over the back of the bench she’s sitting on, close but not quite touching. heeseung and jake are there too, but they don’t seem to notice you standing a few feet away, gripping your coffee cup a little too tight.

jay doesn’t notice either.

doesn’t glance your way, doesn’t react. it’s like you’re invisible.

like you were never there at all.

—

“he’s an asshole.”

kai is pacing your dorm room, voice sharp with irritation. yunah sits cross-legged on your bed, scrolling on her phone, but you can tell she’s only half paying attention to whatever’s on the screen. she’s been sneaking glances at you all night, eyes careful, like she’s waiting for you to break.

but you don’t.

“he’s not an asshole,” you mumble instead, leaning back against the wall. “he just… lost interest.”

kai stops mid-step. “lost interest? you’re acting like he was interested in the first place.”

yunah shoots him a look. “kai.”

“no, really.” he throws up his hands. “we all told you this would happen. you knew this would happen.”

you let out a breath, staring at the ceiling. “yeah. i did.”

kai falters, like he wasn’t expecting you to agree. “so why does it still bother you?”

yunah elbows him. “subtle.”

but he’s right. it does bother you. more than you want to admit.

because it’s not just that jay cut you off. it’s how he did it. no explanation. no confrontation. just silence, like you never mattered enough to even deserve a proper goodbye.

like you were always disposable.

—

the following week, you try to move on.

yunah drags you to the campus café, pulling you into conversations about professors and weekend plans. kai forces you into game night at his dorm, playing aggressively just to get a reaction out of you.

and for a while, it works.

you laugh. you focus on other things. you tell yourself you don’t care anymore.

then you see him again.

it’s late, and you’re leaving the library, rubbing at your tired eyes when a familiar voice reaches your ears.

jay.

he’s walking ahead of you, talking to yunjin, their steps in sync. the sight of them makes something twist in your stomach, but you ignore it. you don’t have the energy for this tonight.

but then she laughs at something he says, and he turns to her with that same easy smile, the one he used to give you.

and something inside you snaps.

you don’t even know why, but you take your phone out and open your messages. your last text is still there, still unanswered. for a second, you think about deleting it. erasing any evidence of your own stupidity.

but instead, you just type out one more message.

got your answer loud and clear.

then, before you can think twice, you hit send.

and block his number.

~

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Vacation Special

Hope had convinced her family to take her on vacation. Turkey was her country of choice, her friends from school had been boasting about the weather and all the things they'd bought there.

All of Hope's friends knew that her family was rich, minted; so they assumed that she'd have travelled all over and were a little surprised when she had never been anywhere except Louisiana.

That's when Hope started whining to her mom and dad, and when they weren't convinced she went to Rebekah who was adamant to be the favourite aunt and therefore took the initiative and booked two weeks away.

Which was how they all- Klaus, Elijah, Hayley, Rebekah, Marcel, Kol, Davina, Freya, Keelin and Hope- all ended up in the airport at 5am for their 7am flight. Everyone spread out, wanting something to eat and agreed to meet at their gate in an hour before the flight so that they could buy last minute things like crosswords and sweets to suck on during take off and landing.

Klaus had been stood with Rebekah and Elijah in a queue for a cup of coffee when he felt someone's eyes on him. His instincts put him on high alert making him turn his head quickly, locking eyes with a girl who immediately went pink and looked away. She her friends trying desperately not to burst into a fit of giggles as they all looked in different directions.

He couldn't say he wasn't flattered. The smirk on his lips said it all as he made a point of looking over to her each time he felt her gaze on the side of his face.

By the time he had gotten his drink and looked back to her, she was missing from the spot he had found her. A small sigh left him as he shrugged it off and wondered off to find somewhere that would sell some decent food and not something overpriced and greasy.

Once fed, he was late to the meeting point which caused some huffing but wouldn't ruin the trip and everyone got over it when Klaus handed Hope his credit card for her to buy some candy and games.

Which was where he saw her for the second time, whispering with her friends who were convincing each other to just stuff their pockets with sweets and get out of their.

"They have security" Y/N muttered and her friend rolled her eyes, shoving a handful into Y/N's carry on and giving her a look as if to say 'now what?'. "Fine, lets just go. We're boarding soon." She grabbed her friends hand and they left quickly, not before making brief eye contact with Klaus which only made her walk faster.

Getting on the plain was the worst part. Hope hadn't wanted to go on a private jet, all of her friends had flown economy and she wanted to do the normal thing. Klaus was less than impressed, as was Elijah. But for Hope they would suffer in silence.

Besides, Klaus benefitted from it.

Halfway through the night he heard that familiar chatter, his head perked up and his eyes found her, again.

She was talking to the flight assistant, her expression of faux innocence and anxiety as she clearly asked for something. The flight attendant nodded and placed a hand on her shoulder before following her to her seat to help.

Klaus was twisting every which way to see where she was sat, his foot kicking Rebekah's leg making her start whining and telling Marcel to do something to which he only reminded her that Klaus wasn't his brother, he was hers.

Klaus settled back into his seat with a grumble, giving up and flicking through the book he'd brought as way of entertainment for the next couple hours. His attention was back up when he heard her soft voice excusing her way down the aisle to the bathroom. He was out of his seat in no time, stalking his way down to find her.

The door was being pulled shut but he grabbed it, forcing it open and slipping inside, letting it close behind him.

Y/N was looking up at him with wide eyes as she glanced down at the lock which he turned purposely. The bathroom was tight, quite literally just a toilet and a sink but Klaus couldn't care how little space he had to work with, he had her lifted up and sat on the sink in seconds.

Y/N knew it was incredibly wrong to let this happen, to even consider it let alone do it. Oh but his lips felt so good on her jaw, down her neck and his hands knew exactly what they wanted as her skirt was dragged up and her panties down.

"I saw you, love." He muttered, keeping his voice low against her ear as he pulled her closer to the edge so his hips could grind between her legs. "Eyeing me up, and then stealing things? Naughty girl." He breathed and she moaned softly.

Her skin had been set on fire in seconds, she wasn't even sure that it wasn't just her wet dream.

But when she felt her pussy stretch around his cock, she was sure it was real. "Oh fuck-" She whimpered and he groaned, hips already rocking to get a feel of her around him. His hands held her tight, keeping her where he wanted her as his body thrust up into hers. Klaus let his mouth trail wetness down her neck to her chest, sucking at the exposed cleavage which bounced in his face with each time his cockhead hit her spot.

A breathy chuckle left him when she started crying out loudly, pussy squeezing and hands holding onto the sink for dear life.

He lifted her, pressing her against the bathroom door. Klaus didn't give a single fuck if people could hear her, hear them, feel the whole goddamn plane shaking with how hard he was doing her.

Their breaths were hot and heavy as her sweaty legs wrapped around his waist, her cunt full of his cum and leaking with her own as he slowly relaxed his grip on her skin. Klaus lifted his head, kissing her lips once with some force and stroking her hair.

Her lips remained parted and panting as she felt him remove himself from inside her, leaving her empty and aching. He placed her back on her feet, helping her gain some balance before fixing her outfit and his own. He gave her a smirk, kissing her cheek and stroking her sides before unlocking the door and slipping back out.

Klaus went back to is seat, sitting down with a pleased smile on his lips as he closed his eyes and relaxed. Marcel and Rebekah only shrugged, not really caring about his sudden mood changed so long as it was for the better.

When they got off the plane, he didn't have the chance to look for her again. He'd been so caught up in enjoying himself that he hadn't even gotten her name.

By the time he got settled into the place they were staying, checked into their rooms and unpacked, he had to assume that he probably wouldn't get to see her again,

And he didn't for a couple of days, until he heard whistling and laughing.

Y/N and her friends were in their bikinis, stood on the balcony of their room looking across at the opposite rooms and telling for some guy to drop his towel.

Klaus couldn't help the amusement he felt at their applauding and laughter but he also felt a slight tinge of something else.

Hayley only rolled her eyes, "I miss when I was that fun, cmon lets get the water floats for Hope."

Klaus hummed and opened the door, getting out the blow up donuts and carrying them back to the pool, glancing over his shoulder to see his mystery girl biting her lip and beckoning whoever this guy was over to their room. Klaus didn't approve.

By evening, the Mikaelson's had eaten and were up in the drinking area whilst Hope ran around with her new vacation friends.

And there she was again, like her soul was pulling for his.

He watched silently as she drank herself stupid with her friends, he could still see her blue bikini beneath her pathetically thin white dress, well it was sort of a dress and sort of just some cloth wrapped around her mid section.

By the time Kol and Marcel had also gotten drunk off their faces, Klaus disappeared easily.

His hands on her hips from behind as she held herself up at the door. She didn't even care who was touching her, that beautiful ass of hers was already rubbing up against his bulge without a care.

"Slutty girl." He murmured, looking down at her through hooded eyes. Her body tensed slightly at his voice and she spun around so fast she fell, causing him to chuckle and catch her. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her to him as she grinned at him.

"Hi" She whispered a tad too loud making him hum and tilt his head a little, looking her body over properly like he should have the first time he saw her. His eyes lingered on her tits, loving how they spilled out of her bikini and pressed against the white material. "You wanna fuck 'em?" She asked, a laugh in her voice making his brows raise.

"Oh sweetheart, you are bolloxed." He grinned and she pushed her hips forward to touch his.

"Mhm, you wanna come to my room?" She murmured and he hummed in approval.

"Just for a moment." He agreed, letting her stumble through the resort until they got there.

The room little lounge was covered in clothes from the girls, but her bedroom was surprisingly clean. She pushed him back a bit and looked up at him. "You have to wait, come into the room in two minutes!" She held up two fingers and he couldn't suppress the amused smile.

"Two minutes?"

"Mhm, then I'll be ready." She giggled, closing the door in his face and disappearing.

Klaus waited patiently outside the door, listening to her tumble around and get changed before silence. He waited a good five minutes before pushing the door open only to see her passed out on her bed in a set of lingerie.

"Oh, love." He muttered softly and stepped inside, lifting her and laying her down properly before pulling the thin sheet over her exposed skin. A soft kiss was pressed to her cheek in departure before he went to leave her room, but curiosity got the better of him.

On his way out he picked through her things on the the drawers, finding her passport and opening it up. He smiled to himself at the sight of her face in the picture and drifted his attention to her name.

"Y/N." He recited, letting the taste of her name sink into his tongue before putting everything back and switching the light off, heading to his own room.

The next morning Klaus was up and taking Hope to the breakfast early so she could get everything fresh and first.

"Early bird catches the bird!" Hope chirped, remembering what Klaus has told her when she was smaller making him warm as he loaded up her plate.

"That's right sweetheart, now where are we sitting?" He asked, and she pointed to a table with comfy chairs but his eyes landed on the table opposite.

Y/N.

He was surprised to see her up so early, considering her state last night, but here she was dressed and eating breakfast like normal. Except for the way she would groan with each bite and the girl next to her would complain that the sun was killing her.

"We came for the sun." Y/N mumbled and her friend huffed.

"I knowww...but it's...it's hurting my mind." She wined and Y/N covered her ears.

"Oh my god shut up!" She whispered dramatically.

Klaus glanced down at Hope, about to suggest somewhere else but she already started walking.

He let out a breath and followed her over, sitting down and putting the plates down. It took longer than expected for her to notice him across from her. Her eyes went big and she tapped the table twice for her friends attention.

"Plane guy." She signalled and her friend looked over with keen eyes making Y/N throw her hands up. "Make it more obvious, why don't you?" She asked sarcastically and her friend hummed with a grin.

"He was already lookin' anyways." She revealed and Y/N glanced up, making eye contact and looking back down at her food.

He tuned out of their conversation, focusing on the quality time with his daughter and taking her back up to get more to eat and drink before making plans to go get changed and into the pool.

That was all Y/N's friend needed to learn before recovering from their hangover and dragging Y/n back to their room.

"I can't wear that, there's kids at the pool!" She exclaimed. One friend laughed and the other nodded thoughtfully.

"She's right, even plane guy has a kid. On an evening, get freaky but in the day keep it modest enough that its family friendly but still enticing. I say white, shows an element of innocence but does the best for your figure, makes 'em pop if ya know what I mean." She winked and Y/N rolled her eyes playfully.

"Please, he knows she ain't innocent-"

"Hey! I'm not that bad." Y/N defended and her friend scoffed.

"You fucked him in an aeroplane toilet." She deadpanned and Y/N pouted her lips.

"Mmh! Make that face right their and he'll go feral." Her friend clicked and Y/N grabbed the chosen swimsuit before locking herself in her room.

She remerged a few minutes later and strutted past with towel in hand.

"Alright, I'll text an update. You guys go book the pirate ship thing, ask if theres dolphins?" She announced and received a whistle, a thumbs up and a slap on the ass.

The towel was laid out on a deck chair before she sat down. She made a show of rubbing sunscreen on before laying on her back and letting the sun caress her skin.

Klaus wasn't the only man staring by the time she got comfortable. But he was the first to approach. Once Freya and Keelin were racing Hope across the pool and he was sure his family wouldn't notice his absence, he climbed out of the water and made his way over.

His eyes were obsessed with the way her skin gleamed. His body still dripped wet as he pulled a seat up beside her, not hesitating to brush his hand over her thigh.

"You shouldn't touch without asking." Y/N murmured and he chuckled lowly.

"You haven't complained before, love." He mused and she peeked her eyes open, glancing to him.

"I was very drunk." She reminded and he smirked a little before smiling properly.

"I know, and very confident. But I was a perfect gentleman and put you to bed and left you in peace."

"Sounds like you just did the right thing, buddy." She shrugs and he nodded faintly. "But thank you, it would have been easy to just...take advantage I guess." She mumbled and he removed his touch from her leg.

"I don't want to have you unwilling, love. I want you to scream in pleasure, not fear. And most importantly, I want you to want me and I'm quite certain that you do, love." He smiled, bright teeth on display making her reciprocate the expression.

"Yeah? Quite certain? Now who's confident?" She teased and he hummed.

"Why don't we go somewhere quieter, love? I'll help you gain your confidence back." He purred softly and she tilted her head.

"Maybe later, I need to tan my back." And with that she shifted over onto her front so that her ass was right there for him to admire. He didn't hesitate in grabbing the sunscreen and squirting a healthy amount onto his palm before spreading it across her skin.

Y/N only hummed a soft tune as she let his hands stroke and massage her legs, ass, back and shoulders. Klaus wished more than anything that they weren't in a family friendly environment. He needed to be back inside of those hot, wet walls. He wanted to feel the firmness of her ass against his pelvis with each thrust.

"Fuck, love. Cmon, theres a bathroom less than a minute away-"

"Bathrooms are kinda dirty and not in the hot kind." She muttered, purposefully pissing him off making him scoff without true annoyance.

"Again, love, you did not complain last time now did you?" He reminded and her eyes rolled, not that he could see.

"Still. I felt all dirty after, I'd rather not do it there again." She muttered and he suppressed a growl of irritation.

Klaus took a moment to calm himself. His hand remained on the back of her thigh as his eyes drifted back to the pool, checking on his family and noting their squeals and laughter. He knew he should get back, stop thinking with his dick and do what he came on this vacation for, but it Y/N was making it easy for him.

"Perhaps I should come find you later, when you're finished tanning." He mused, his voice thoughtful and his eyes on her. Klaus was hoping she'd bite the bait, not want to wait and give in now but this wasn't Y/N's first game.

"Probably a good idea." She agreed and his chaw ticked.

"Perfect. I'll find you in a few hours, love." He leaned down to press a wet kiss to the spot between her neck and shoulder, his body shielding her from view as his hand gave her ass a good firm squeeze. A shiver ran right the way down her spine and a little moan escaped her lips making him smirk and get up, leaving her alone again.

He couldn't lie and pretend that he hadn't been thinking about her throughout the day, she seemed to just be everywhere. Always teasing him with her body and those eyes of her. It was driving him well over the edge and he was struggling to keep it together in front of everyone. Especially when she'd be eating across from him, deliberately sucking on her meat, licking her knife and fork so he could imagine how her tongue would press along his cock.

His fingers tapped routinely against the table, lowly making his family insane and Rebekah finally asked him to stop and he grumbled about not doing anything.

By the end of food, everyone knew something was up, except Hope. Kol was first to catch on as his eyes also wandered the smoothness of her legs beneath the table before resting his gaze on her pouty lips and round eyes. Innocent and yet not with the way she was looking at his brother. A sly smirk slid across Kol's face as he looked back down at his food.

"You look starved, Nik." He told him, glancing up at him through his brows. "You should go eat something, you're getting a tad pale-"

"Shut up Kol, I'm perfectly sated" Klaus snapped.

"Mhm, if you say so. Wonder who's bed you'll be in tonight-" He chuckled but was winded as Davina's elbow hit his stomach, disturbing his full stomach.

"Why wouldn't you be in your bed?" Asked Hope, confused as she glanced around.

"He won't be sweetie, Kol's just trying to be funny." Hayley smiled, stroking Hope's hair and side eyeing Elijah with amusement.

Dinner remained quiet until Hope asked if she could see her new friends again in the evening at the children's entertainment and of course Klaus and Hayley agreed.

The family went and changed before splitting between either drinking or watching over Hope whilst watching the entertainment.

Klaus of course was on his mission.

He had showered and shaved. Making sure his aftershave smelt strong on his skin and his hair was combed to perfection as he unbuttoned his shirt halfway.

Klaus wasn't so sure why he needed to impress this girl so much, he could easily pick up a different woman at that bar but he didn't want to fuck any of them, no matter how good they looked in their skirts, he wanted Y/N.

And after making a dent in his wallet from supplying both her and her friends drinks for the evening, he finally got to feel her.

She had been sat on his lap on the balcony, legs folded over the side of his as she chatted away. His hands were allowed to explore whatever skin was visible and he found that she wouldn't ever turn down his lips of her neck. Y/N was practically covered in his saliva from his tongue on her skin, his blunt teeth just scraping her flesh from time to time.

When her friends announced they were going out of the resort to find the clubs Klaus was already in her ear. "Let me look after you whilst their gone, love. You know how good it'll feel to have me alone." He told her, tongue wetting her ear and making her shudder with a nod.

They all go up at the same time, waving goodbye as they turned different paths. Klaus didn't bother rushing her to the room, he wanted her to yearn too not just be dragged around. Besides he knew he would have her now, there was no need to get it done too quickly when he could spend the time to enjoy it.

So once they got back inside they had another drink and sat in the lounge style room, still against him with his hands on her skin as they chatted for a while.

It only took one kiss on the mouth to get into her room again.

Finally pushing her hips down into the mattress made his dead heart thump against his ribs. Her touch was so good on his chest as she pushed his shirt from his body and felt the muscle of his chest. His eyes were hooded as he watched her undo his jeans, encouraging every last piece of clothing from his body so she could admire him.

Her fingers were like a vice around his cock as she pumped him, his hips moving in sync with her wrist. His groans flooded the room, fuelling her to squeeze his length tighter and swipe her thumb over the bead of precum that had gathered on his tip. Klaus's head had gone back, exposing his Adam's apple as his body went tense with pleasure only to have it taken away as she squeezed his base and pulled her hand off.

His breathing was rough and raggedy as he dropped back against her pillows.

"Fuck you're gonna kill me" He whispered, the irony of his sentence barely registering in his muddled mind as her giggle rippled across the air.

Her hands brushed up his hips, up his abdomen and chest before cupping his face. Her fingertips caressed his cheeks, feeling the very slight prickle of the hairs he had shaved away just hours ago. His lips were parted, blowing puffs of air against her hands as she traced the plump pinkness.

"I want you, Klaus." She whispered to him, having recently learned and exchanged names.

A soft smirk overtook his features, his head turning to kiss her lips. Klaus wasn't sure if it was the buzz of the alcohol or the anticipation built up but a kiss had never felt that good before.

Y/N pulled away after his tongue started to get hungry, leaving him still starving and yearning. His body sunk into the bed again as he felt her climb atop him, sliding her warm body onto his, taking him inside her like they had both been craving since the plane. Both their eyes closed momentarily, taking in the pleasure of the other.

Klaus's eyes cracked open to watch her tits rise and fall gracefully as her hips started to roll on top of him, he couldn't pick a nipple to stare at as they both got harder and more noticeable.

"You know I was serious last time, right?" She murmured, causing his attention to lift back to those eyes of hers with curiosity. "I'll let you fuck them." She told him, half laughing and half moaning when his hips abruptly bucked up into her, cock smacking her cervix painfully. but she still enjoyed it. It was impossible not to enjoy Klaus.

Especially once he had flipped her onto her back and lifted those sexy legs round his hips to fix the angle and fuck into her with precision.

The female body was no mystery to him, he loved how he could make it twitch, tremble, quiver and shake. The way she clenched and arched. How her eyes went back into her head and her mouth stayed open with a flow of needy moans and whines for him to give it to her harder which he not once denied her.

By the time she was undone the beds legs had snapped, the mattress on the floor wall dented from the continuous smack of the headboard which Klaus's claws clung to as he came deep inside her again.

"God, I could marry your cunt." He whispered, his lips wet against her ear and she smiled ear-to-ear.

"You've really made this vacation for me." She told him as though he didn't already know that.

"You were supposed to marry my cock sweetheart." He grumbled playfully and she breathed a laugh.

"I definitely will." She agreed, leaning up to kiss his mouth as her ankles unlocked and her legs slid down and off his body.

"I hope you don't think we're done." He warned, his hands sliding back to her thighs which tensed and relaxed in his palms.

"How am I supposed to leave you wanting if I give you everything in one night, hm?" She questioned him, tone light but the slight seriousness to it made his expression falter. There was no way he could wait for more, not with the feel of her still on his dick.

She took that comfort away from him as she placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled his cock out of her, biting her lip and listening to his groan whilst the discomfort set in a little.

Y/N started to move out from beneath him, the sticky uncomfortableness starting to get to her like it always did and she felt the need to soak it away but Klaus pulled her back to his chest, arms round her body not possessively and sexually but gently and protectively.

"At least don't kick me out right away." He murmured to her, kissing the side of her head and stroking his fingers along her spine.

They laid like that a while before he felt her thigh twitch a little too much. His eyes cast down, seeing her brows together and eyes closed as if something were wrong; uncomfortable. He rubbed her legs, spreading his warmth along her skin but her trembles didn't lessen.

"Is something wrong, love?" He asked her, tone soft and a little confused.

"No, I'm sorry...I just need to um wash is all." She muttered and he felt a lump form in his throat. She was in his grasp and lifted, brought to the tiny little shower where the water pressure was not so reliable.

Klaus managed to fit them both in, lathering her body in soap and making sure she was clean and comfortable by the time they got back out.

Once they laid back in bed he felt her snuggle up to him like he had hoped she would've earlier. He held her close, despite the heat and humidity making the skin to skin slightly uncomfortable.

"You're weirdly nice, you know that?" Y/N mumbled to him and he smiled, a little amused with himself at the turn of events.

"This is...nice." He murmured back, for once enjoying the aftercare of a session.

"You know, I saw you with a kid...she kinda looks like that woman too." She whispered and he nodded, getting where she was going.

"Hayley's Hope's mother, she's now with my brother Elijah. They're ready to tie the knot. I don't care for her that way, I did for a short while but we weren't meant for each other like that. Hope is all we were for, a night of passion for a lifetime of unconditional love." He explained, a pureness to his voice at the memory of Hayley's pregnancy and the first time he held their daughter. "She's good for Elijah, balances out his boring." He chuckled and Y/N smiled.

"It's nice that you all get along."

"You think that now, you should see us under normal conditions back in New Orleans. Its a right mess!" He smiled and she glanced up at him as he stared off at the ceiling.

"Maybe one day I will see it." She uttered, watched as he looked to her and leaned down to kiss her lips.

"Perhaps." He murmured, his eyes glancing to her. He had mixed views on how he felt around her. The passion he felt was unmatched, the desire was strong and burning. But there was an inkling within him that urged for a little more, something he didn't really know that he wanted.

However that need only grew over the vacation.

Each time he wound up in her bed, they ended talking as much as getting up to...other stuff. His fingers would tangle in her hair, massaging her scalp as her eyes drooped and she mumbled to him lazily. Something about her pretty face when she was all sleepy was so innocent and gentle. It created such a beautiful contrast to how rough she begged him to be.

Taking her from behind was a pleasurable experience which was permanently engraved into his mind but holding her after and caressing her legs once they were clean and dry made him just as happy. It warmed him all the way through, made his heart beat.

"I fly home tomorrow" She told him, a yawn on her lips.

"You do?" He asked, his brows furrowing a little as his mind tried to focus on both her voice and the feel of her nails drawing patterns on his chest.

"Mhm, I have the 12 o’clock flight back so I'll be leaving after breakfast." She sighed and his eyes fluttered, thoughts catching up with him.

"Can't you stay a few more days? I go back in 4." He whined a little and she huffed a soft laugh.

"I wish, I'll miss the sun." She whispered, glancing down at the tan line of where her bikini strap had been. Klaus hummed, his eyes also going to the line on her shoulder, wishing she hadn't put a shirt back on and he could still see her pretty titties.

"I'll miss you" He murmured, voice a little slurred as his body got heavier, sinking into the bed.

He couldn't hear her reply as he fell asleep, his body exhausted after the last few hours.

Once morning was around all of her friends had burst into the room. Klaus had gotten far too accustomed to them all crowding the bed, sitting along her side and picking out what she was going to wear for the day.

"It won't be this hot when we get back, maybe some flowy pants?" One of them mused, rummaging through her half packed case.

"You know we have to like...go in a couple hours? Shouldn't you be packed?" Her other friend scolded and another rolled her eyes.

"Leave her alone, lover boy has been distracting her, I'll help you pack babe."

Y/N smiled and stretched her limbs out.

"Thanks...are we still hitting breakfast buffet?" She asked only to receive a chorus of approval.

Klaus kissed the side of her head gently, his hand still brushing her thigh beneath the covers as her friends finally picked something for her to wear.

"I should get back to my-"

"Daughter." Y/N finished and pecked his lips, "Say hi and bye to Hope for me? Oh and give her this!" She dragged the drawer open and pulled out a little box containing a silver necklace with a blue pendant.

Klaus smiled at her, appreciating everything about her.

Y/N had been in the local market when Klaus had taken Hope, she ended up tagging along and Hope got along with her easily as they spent the entire day giggling and spending her dad's money on ice cream and fake designer. Though Klaus wasn't sure when Y/N had slipped away to buy this gift, he wouldn't turn it down.

"I will..." He whispered, eyes flicking to her lips and her friends whistled and groaned childishly when they kissed.

Klaus felt a little funny for the last few days of the holiday. He still had a lovely time of course. Chasing Hope around the beach was a memory he'd cherish forever.

The vacation was a massive success, by the time they got back to the compound it was all anyone would talk about for weeks.

In said week, Klaus hadn't heard from Y/N much at all. He assumed that it must've just been apart of the vacation for her.

Y/N however was thinking the same thing about him. He had barely messaged her at all and she didn't want to seem desperate by bugging him so she just waited around for his notification.

But it didn't come so she got frustrated and decided life was there to take risks and ended up sending a very explicit photo to him.

In response, she got a video call.

"Please tell me those clothes are still off." He groaned, holding his phone close in hopes it would give him a better view.

"Mmm...I wasn't sure you'd reply so I put them back on.." She shrugged and he let out a little whine.

"Why wouldn't anybody reply to that?" He muttered and she rolled her eyes.

"You barely reply to anything else." She complained and his eyes flicked from the visible cleavage on the screen to her defensive, unsure eyes.

"I wasn't sure you were still all that interested." He replied, feeling a little annoyed with himself for being a thousand years old and still not knowing how to read women well enough to realise she had been silently pining and waiting for him. Her silence was enough to confirm her feelings and he straightened up a bit. "We should meet, I'll buy you dinner." He offered, voice hopeful and light.

Her head nodded and he could tell she was fiddling with something.

"I can come to you now?" He asked, his leg stretching out to pull his shoes toward him as she shrugged.

"It's okay, you don't have to right now. We can pick a better time, I know you're busy and all."

"No, no. I'm ready, I'll come get you, text me your address love." He argued, getting up and grabbing his wallet.

"Klaus, you really-"

"Address, sweetheart, address." He told her firmly, hanging up so she couldn't argue.

He received the message a moment later as he got in his car, heading over to the pin.

He made sure to get out the car, open the passenger door for her and kiss her cheek when she got in.

It was strange, seeing her under normal more formal circumstances as he drove them to a restaurant. He lead her inside, secretly compelling the woman for a table and pulling her chair for her.

Y/N looked both impressed and a little awkward, he supposed it was strange for her too. In Turkey everything was different, effortless.

Still she enjoyed their time out, sharing a meal and catching up on how everything and one had been since returning home.

Later he drove back to hers and walked her up her apartment stairs to her door. He could see her debating letting him inside.

"It was lovely to see you, Y/N." He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips and caressing her cheek "I'll see you again, soon-"

"No, no come in. I just have to clean up but you can wait in the kitchen, my room is a mess." She laughed a little and he tilted his head.

"I don't expect to go straight to your room, love. I know everything was fast from the plane to the resort but...I like you and you shouldn't feel like you have to show yourself for my attention although believe me, it gains my attention but so do your eyes and your smile and that voice of yours." He told her, a loving look reflecting across his features as she smiled almost shyly and gently pulled him inside.

He kissed her shoulder and neck softly as she giggled and lead him to her room regardless of him promising no expectations. He stepped over the random things on the floor as she tugged him to her bed. Her body pushed his down and he felt her hands on his pants in a heartbeat, pulling them open and moving her mouth down but he cupped her face and brought her lips to his own instead.

Klaus flipped them so he could hover above her, pin her down and lift her hips to get her underwear off before he let go of her lips and travelled south.

He wasn't sure why he hadn't gone down on her whilst in Turkey, especially with how her scent was. She was so appetising it was unreal, he couldn't help but dive into her mouth first.

His eyes were in the back of his head as his tongue lapped, plunged and curled. Her fingers twisting at his curls and her sounds shaking the building.

Klaus felt like he was starved, her being all that could sate his hunger as he devoured her.

His cheek rested on her thigh once he was finished, her body heaving for air as he sucked light marks into her flesh and stroked his fingered along her shin to her knee.

It took him a few minutes to figure out where everything was before he could get her in the bathroom and clean her up, helping her into comfort as she leaned on him.

Once she was curled up and asleep in bed he moved around a few of the things on her floor, not too much as he didn't want her to feel he was invading her space but enough so it was a little tidier.

Y/N woke up a few hours later, his body curled around hers keeping her protected and warm. Her lips upturned faintly and she leaned her head back to feel his chest. His arms tightened around her and he smelt her hair.

"Go back to sleep, love." He mumbled, "It's still night time."

"Thank you." She whispered and he squeezed her gently.

"Thank you, my love. I'm happy to have you...for now and for as long as I can."

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Sunday Boyfriend Headcanons Tw: Mildly suggestive content, fluff :>

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Obviously, Sunday is a very busy man, running a whole resort/dreamland is rough especially when dealing with so much at once.

Hes so pretty?? How could you possibly land him?? Pure absolute luck i tell you.

At the start of your relationship, because of how busy he is, he might not make much time for you initially..i feel like sometimes he just forgets.

Since he's so forgetful in the beginning, it'll be up to you to start up stuff, dates, cuddle sessions, naturally both with take thorough planning to fit into his schedule.

During these dates or cuddle sessions though, i bet he's just the sweetest thing, or the slyest thing, the in-between being a flirty shit.

He's sweet though, behind that politicians smile, he's the type of guy who just loves to have his hand held, or his face, not a fan of having his cheeks pinched though, makes him feel childish.

You are his pillow, you have no choice, none at all, and who are you to deny him?

Personally, i have a head canon for all angelic characters that messing with their halo's can help them relax, so doing that after a long day? He has ascended.

You glanced at the clock as you scrolled through things on your phone to keep yourself awake, It was a pleasant surprise whenever you were still awake whenever Sunday got home. You paused your video and sat up a bit when you heard footsteps coming down the hall, smiling to yourself and setting your phone aside and crossing your legs. A cheery yet tired look on your face as Sunday opened the door and met your eyes with tired look of his own. "Ah..stayed up late again?" he chuckled and bit back a yawn as he walked over and kissed your forehead, "Naturally, you look so much happier when i stay up for you." You pointed out and he shrugged, "I thought i could hide it better, but i suppose not." He smiled and turned away to go change and get ready for bed, you plugged your phone in and got cozy in bed and waited for the angelic man to return. His wing appendages fluttered softly as he walked over and flopped onto you, a robe covering most of his body, though the top was was loosened to feel less suffocating. You looked down at him and raised a brow before laughing, "You act like someone's racing you to use me as a pillow." He looked up and hummed, his wings reaching up to tickle your cheeks, "This spot belongs to me." He stated confidently and tilted his head when you rolled your eyes, I thought that was already established?" His darker look faded into a pleased one, smiling as he laid his head on your chest again and promptly closed his eyes, this was your usual queue to toy with his halo or the wings on his head. Doing so put him to sleep like a form of lullaby, the sound of his steady breathing filled your ears, a clear sign he was asleep. "Goodnight.." You whispered softly, before falling asleep yourself.

He can be manipulative at times to get what he wants from you, but its typically nothing bad, things as simple as what place you two will eat at.

His charm is more less what he uses to get to you.

For all that he is or goes through he's just a soft little thing by the end of the day.

Even if he only ever wants affection the way he wants it, he's still sweet about it, or hot :>

If you by chance decide to deny him, he'll just escalate and get his affection through more pleasant means for the two of you.

Top, definitely, loves the control he has when on top.

If you want to top him, just tug the wings on his head, he'll go weak.

Endurance..well, he can last a fair bit.

Aftercare though is really nice, he seems like the type to get you a shirt and a bit to cool off before offering to take a long bath with you.

Sunday took a moment to admire your exhausted state, his gaze fixed on the stands of hair that he was toying with while you gathered your baring's. "You look happy with yourself.." You mumbled, smiling at him before sitting up. "Naturally." He hummed and sat up, gently patting your back before getting out of bed and walking around to pick you up. "Huh? Where are we going?" you inquired and glanced up at him before realizing he was carrying you to the bathroom. "A bath, so we don't wake up feeling gross." He smiled and set you on the sink counter and pecked your lips before he turned away to start filling the bathtub with water, even adding in some bubbles to make it better. "Oooh, awe~" You smiled and tilted your head, "Thank you..". "Well, it is the least i can do dear, if i have the time tomorrow we can go out for a date, hm?" He smiled and picked you up and set you in the toasty water with bubbles nearly overwhelming you before you laughed and relaxed. Sunday hastily joined you, sitting across from you before he pulled you close and held you in his lap, "Feel free to fall asleep..i'll be here to hold you up." he whispered and kissed your neck, "don't gotta tell me twice~" you smiled and leaned back against him and closed your eyes. Sunday smiled and watched you fall asleep, pressing kisses against your head and neck and would continue to do so till you both got out.

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Thanks for reading.

[maybe-boys-do-love]

Love You Teacher looks good, actually, and too many people are just jumping to conclusions.

Nowhere in the trailer does it suggest age-regression kink play, only a traumatic response exaggerated for dramatic purposes that, by all indications, inhibits the established couple’s sex life. (Let it be known, though, sexual exploration between consenting adults is chill.)

More casual age regressive tendencies is kind of the norm in relationships, and y’all y-series fans love it. There are so many edits with one part of couple acting cutesy and being taken care of by their supposed faen. ‘Baby’ is a common endearment for a reason! When we’re in relationships, we pout, we act more cutesy, more vulnerable. Love You Teacher looks to be dramatizing this element to spark conversations about balance, mental heath, and care, both for one’s self and in relationships.

This isn’t some weird romance trope that BL’s pulling from the shady corners of the internet cuz it’s kinkier than het romances. Traumatic regression that leaves one partner simple-minded to some extent has been a part of some really silly and also some really profound Western movies. You’ve got dubious films like Big with Tom Hanks or Adam Sandler’s approaches, but Elf, Thirteen Going on Thirty, or even something more indie like Lars and the Real Girl, with a young Ryan Gosling, (P’Dome seems to be a bit of a cinephile so I wouldn’t put it past him as a reference point) reveal the sweet sincerity that can emerge when these kinds of stories are done conscientiously.

Perth and Santa seem beautifully cast in this. Both have worked in BL for some time now (just with other companies—check out baby Perth in UWMA!) and are listed as one of three leads in Perfect 10Liners, so the accusations of them jumping the seniority queue are a bit misplaced. Even if that were the case, that point would be moot after what they delivered in the mock trailer.

Santa’s adorable energy finds great use in both the role of the ideal primary school teacher and the character’s reverted 7 year-old mental state, and it lends itself as a response to actor Barcode’s recent complaint regarding the infantilization and limited mature roles for those who are established as a uke in a partnership. I’m excited for the industry to address and push for conversations and roles that allow these actors to age. Sometimes that means letting them take on gritty characters that we might ignorantly assume are against type, but it could also acknowledge the youthful energy some of these actors and plenty of people in the world take into their adulthoods that shape their life. A kindergarten teacher is a prime example of job that attracts that kind of person!

I could not have imagined a character that used Perth’s disposition, simultaneously aloof and warm, so well. A teacher too-cool-for-school with no passion except for his partner? There’s our aloof guitar playing boy. Who must learn to roll with the punches of life and laugh at how ridiculous and precious it is? And there’s our warm cuddly teddybear.

The chemistry between the two in the trailer was eye-opening, too. They appeared spontaneous and familiar with one another, easily conveying live-in boyfriends in love. Even most of the naysayers for the show, admitted their initial excitement for the pairing’s intimacy. If the show plays well, it ought to be breakout success for both of them.

Give me ALL the Sammy. Everyday. Girl has been shining since BL day one (the og Love Sick, baby)!

The colors! This show looks lovely and lively. The primary school wall decorations. The costumes. The face paint in the trailer is so cute! Sammy’s hair color is genius! It just has so much vibrancy during a presentation when multiple dark, brooding shows were announced.

Director P’Dome has earned my trust. Peaceful Property was quirky, intricately plotted, and endlessly compassionate. I was crying almost every weak! I’m not surprised in the slightest to see him with a show like this. The premise of Love You Teacher is a bit out there, a bit provocative, and has the potential to have such a huge heart. The closest comparison tonally in GMMTV’s history I’ve seen so far is with the work TayNew did right before PP, Cherry Magic! Let me tell you about the boxes of tissues my happy tears went through for that series!

Basically, Imma be fighting tooth and nail for this show until it actually offers a reason for me to not support it. With what we received in the trailer, Love You Teacher has revealed only green flags, gold star stickers, and A pluses!

[plasticflowersinahistorycemetery]

⋆✮spn convention story time✮⋆

aka: the time i went to a supernatural convention and left with a new religion, five spinal readjustments from jared padalecki, and lifelong emotional damage.

i know, i know. y'all been waiting, and i've let you down, so for that i am so sorry. but i'm here now, ready to deliver. so strap (on heheh) in, and get a snack or something because it's time for me to tell y'all all about the con.

thursday: pilgrimage begins i rolled up to the birmingham hilton metropole like a tiny, caffeinated prophet dragging a suitcase full of outfits and deeply repressed feelings for sam winchester. while i was checking in (barely keeping it together), mark sheppard walked in behind me like the physical embodiment of sarcasm and sin. crowley himself. i peeked. i fled. i ironed my blouses like i was preparing for judgment day.

later, i went to the “newbie meetup,” which turned out to be the kindest little cult you’ve ever met. i got paired with kim, who instantly became my convention fairy godparent. they told me everything—con etiquette, survival tips, layout of the hotel, emotional buffer strategies. literal angel. castiel has got nothing on kim.

then someone named kaia pulled out a bag and said “lucky dip.” i pulled a tiny black duck with green eyes and a red handprint. they gasped. apparently i’d pulled the rarest duck of all—the dean duck. my very first duck. my precious. i gave it to kim, who didn’t have a dean yet after three years of attending. they were so touched they gave me a bracelet in return. i almost cried.

we played supernatural trivial pursuit after that. i wasn’t gonna join in at first, but slowly i started answering questions. before i knew it i was being dragged into the circle like i’d been chosen by god. turns out i know far more than i should. my brain is full of lore. i am a weapon.

at the end, kaia told me to look around the hotel for more ducks because they made sams, crowleys, castiels, and some others. i said that i gave my dean to kim because it's the only one they needed to complete the collection... kaia reaches back into their duck-bag... pulls me out their last dean duck and puts it in my hands, tells me that i am such a nice person for doing that, and that they can't let me leave without a dean.

after that, i went out for a cigarette. mark sheppard was outside. so was billy moran. i made a joke. mark laughed. i floated upstairs. this was just day one.

friday: initiation woke up to a text from kim. we went out for snacks and ice lollies like gremlins. came back to the hotel to find it absolutely heaving—registration had opened early. as a gold ticket holder i got to skip the queue (thank god), but kim didn’t. i waited with them anyway because loyalty comes before lanyards.

when i picked up my autographs, a staff guy told kim they could stick with me for the rest of the weekend because i was new and nervous and, apparently, adorable. free pass unlocked.

then came the gold/platinum table talks. we sat at round tables while the guests made their way around to chat with us for ten minutes at a time. we met:

⋆ mark sheppard (hell king energy) ⋆ ruth connell (ethereal) ⋆ julian richings (death personified) ⋆ matt frewer, lisa berry, samantha smith, alicia witt ⋆ and finally... osric chau, who i vibed with on a molecular level

we talked about insomnia, toddlers, bluey, and jiu jitsu. he said he didn’t believe i had a four-year-old. i told him i did. we laughed. he told me he watches bluey even after his nephews go to bed. i forgave him for being too pure. i hogged his time and honestly? i regret nothing. i went to bed floating.

saturday: ascension woke up at 6am. practically a lie-in. got showered, got dressed, and headed straight to my first op: osric.

as soon as i walked around the partition, he beamed and said “hey, it’s you! sleeping better without the four-year-old, huh?” i nearly died. we took the photo. i grinned so hard my face hurt.

then came ruth, who is genuinely too pretty for this earth. she looks like stained glass and fairy wine. she said hello and i blacked out.

then… the wait for jared. i queued for an hour and forty minutes. worth every damn second. when i got to the front, he looked down at my thigh tattoos and said “oh! those are so cool!” and i, like a complete idiot, said “you’re so cool.” he laughed. held out his arms. said “can i hug you?” i nodded. “yes please.” he hugged me like he meant it. i melted.

later, during autographs, he remembered me again. asked me about my tattoos. i told him one was for sam and one was for dean, and that i’d be a pretty useless meatsuit since a demon would have to take off both legs to possess me. he laughed.

then he said: “i hope they didn’t hurt too much.” and for reasons known only to god and my self-sabotage, i replied: “oh no, i’ve got a really high pain tolerance.” he made a face. you know the one. i wanted to die. kim tried to reassure me. i could still hear the face. i was haunted.

sunday: full possession woke up shaking. first op was mark sheppard, and i was shaking so bad he literally asked if i was okay. i said yes, like a liar.

next: misha. i asked, “do you mind if i stand the other side of you?” he smirked. smirked. gestured for me to come around. wrapped his arm around me. after the photo? he winked. i skipped out of the room. i was dizzy. misha winked at me. i needed to sit down forever.

then came jared, round two: redemption arc. i walked in. he smiled so wide. “it’s you again! how are you?” i took a breath. “i need to apologise for yesterday.” he tilted his head. “what for?” i said, “because i told you i had a high pain tolerance, and then spent all night thinking, why the fuck did i brag about that to jared padalecki?” he burst out laughing. told me, “you have nothing to apologise for! i thought it was funny!” then asked, “can i hug you again?” i nodded. he hugged me so tight my back cracked in three places. it was euphoric.

after that, we got more autos. osric chatted with me like we were old friends. asked about my job. i said tattooing and music. he asked where he could listen. i told him my insta. he said “follow me and message me.” i blacked out. he hugged both kim and i. we are now spiritually married. he also followed me back!!!!!

we watched "a good idea" live, and misha broke me. i laughed, i cried, i dissolved. he is a genius. i left my body again.

epilogue: i am not the same i left that convention with:

⋆ 6 photo ops ⋆ 7 autographs ⋆ 1 dangerously soft wink ⋆ an accidental pain brag ⋆ osric chau’s blessing ⋆ and confirmation that jared padalecki hugs like a chiropractor with a vengeance

if you’re thinking of going to a con: do it. be cringe. be weird. collect ducks. make friends. brag about your pain tolerance to your fave and then spiral about it. it’s sacred.

if you read all this: i love you. we are bonded now. see you at the next one <3

[wizzdot]

The Patron Saint of One Way Trips

Ch16

Description: more progress yay!! Ghost sort of admits that he is affected by Laika. We get more sus of Graves.. Rudy feels the same and warns Alejandro- Alejandro recognises us but can’t place us…sorry about the lack of John and Kyle - they’ll be back soon! But “Garrick girl” 🤌🏼 I volunteer as tribute!!!

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

The helicopter lands, I am curled on Johnny's lap, with his hand on the back of my head stroking my hair. He had encouraged my face into his neck to calm me down from the initial upset of the Lieutenant scaring me. I just sort of leave my nose there, seeking comfort from the familiar Alpha. His scent slowly morphs from slightly angry back to the welcoming scent that he usually has over the course of the trip. When we land, he taps my back twice - "C'mon, Lass. Time to get some dinner and go to bed.." I whine, not wanting to leave the warmth and security that he provided.

I eventually stand, rolling my shoulder - it had started to feel better with a bit of rest and the painkillers Rudy had given me. I step to the side, allowing Johnny to lead me in the correct direction. He follows the Mexican bonded pair towards their base. The Lieutenant stays back, walking behind everyone.

Alejandro opens the door for everyone, welcoming us all into his base. He walks towards a large rec-room, filled with dinner tables and men. I notice that half of them are wearing Mexican Special Forces badges and the other half are in all-black outfits with American flags on their arms. The Shadows. I stay quiet while Johnny greets everyone confidently - always an extrovert...

I try to float towards Rudy when I'm stopped by Commander Graves. "Hey you, we meet again. Quiet little thing, aren't ya?" I stare at the ground, nervous to interact with the Alpha. "Hey..look at me!" he says, attempting to sound friendly but, in my opinion, coming across as pushy. Especially when he puts two fingers under my chin and lifts my head so that my eyes meet his gaze.

"You new?" - I nod.

"Where ya' from?" - I narrow my eyes and squint, not quite sure how to answer. I hesitate before responding "Hereford" - not technically a lie. I sort of live in Hereford where the SAS base is..

He raises his eyebrows and nods his head. "argh, we'll break through that shy little exterior of yours, won't we sweets? I'm sure you're nice and soft on the inside.." He teases, winking. My body betrays me by blushing, I turn my head away, making his fingers fall away from under my chin. A shiver goes down my spine, feeling incredibly anxious. I glance around and Johnny is busy socialising with Shadows and Mexican soldiers alike... I can't see any other familiar faces - not even the Lieutenant.

My eyes fall to the food queue - surely no one would bother me if I was just getting some food?!

I walk to the queue, remove a tray from the stack and stand quietly. A group of noisy Shadow soldiers walk behind me. They chat and joke loudly with each other for a couple of minutes. I step forward when the queue moves. I feel the group behind me move, but this time they stop closer to me than they had been before. "Well well well" one of them drawls from behind my shoulder.

Don't turn around. They might not be talking to you.

I face forward, tense and anxious. The same Alpha clears his throat from behind me, obviously pissed that I was ignoring them. I feel a rough hand on the back of my neck, turning me around and holding me there. "Look what we've got boys! The 141 brought their bunny with them!! D'ya think they want to share her?!"

I whine but can't do anything. The wanker had scruffed me! Scruffing was reserved for disobedient Omegas.

*Ghost's POV*

I leave the girl with Johnny, while I go off to find a toilet. I was desperate for a piss. On my return, I glance around the large room. I quickly spot Johnny socialising and playing cards with other soldiers. Of course he was..

But the girl - where was she?! My eyes dart around and I see her in the queue for food. Just as I'm about to turn, having seen that she is still there, the Alpha's hand curls around her scruff and pulls her around to face him. My legs move before my brain can even process what was happening. I wrap my arm around her waist from behind and pull her into my side, quickly sending a decent right hook to the fucker's face. The group around him all gasp and the smirks on their faces drop.

"Fuckin' touch her again and I'll cut your fuckin' hands off" - she is clutching my hoodie, it feels like she is hyperventilating again. Fuck sake, Johnny! I kick the Alpha who had scruffed her in the ribs just for good measure. He grunts and coughs.

"Is that fuckin' understood?" I bark at them. I hear a chorus of 'Yessirs' and 'Yes, Lieutenant, sir', satisfied I move to leave, but the girl clings to me. I sigh, realising that I had accidentally began to massage her scent glands where that fuckin' Alpha had scruffed her. She relaxes into me...

*Johnny's POV*

I turn round when I hear the sound of a tray hitting the floor. I don't expect to see my Alpha holding the girl tenderly under his arm while laying out one of the Shadow soldiers. I excuse myself from the card game with a tight lipped smile. I jog over to Simon and grab his shoulder from behind. Big mistake Johnny!

He turns abruptly with his fist raised, ready to wallop me one. I hold both hands up to submit to him. "Steady, big guy.. s'just me.." I whisper, trying to calm him down. He just growls at me.. ohhh he was pissed..

"Thought I told you to fuckin' watch her, Johnny?!" He growls in an accusatory manner. I feel guilty.. "Sorry Alpha.. I thought she was with me.. I didn't realise she had gone to get food.."

"She got fuckin' scruffed by that bell-end, Johnny, you can't take chances like that.." he grumbles. I see her small hands squeeze Simon's side, through his hoodie. I know that the situation isn't exactly ideal but I'll stick my head on the line and call this progress..

"I'm going to take her over there" Simon nods to the corner "get her some food and bring it over.." he orders me. I nod, wanting to make up for my earlier stupidity. Before Simon moves, I tap her on her elbow trying to get her attention.

"Lass, it's just me.. what did you want to eat..?" - "nothin' not hungry.." she murmurs sadly.. - "Just get a bit of everything Johnny, we can eat what she doesn't.." Simon replies.

I nod and walk to the front of the queue plating up all the food options into several bowls.

Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

I feel so safe, which is weird. I've spent the past week being terrified of the Lieutenant, but now I feel totally safe wrapped in his arms. I try to tell myself that it's just because he didn't want to take me back to the others hurt or traumatized. I was his responsibility, after all.

Ghost slowly unwraps me from his arm and gently ushers me to the back corner of the room. I still can't read his face due to the mask, but I swear that his eyes look...softer.

He walks behind me, with his hand just hovering over my lower back, not actually touching me..

I sit quietly on the chair that he pulls out for me and begin to wring my hands and bite my nails. My eyes snap to his when he tutts at me and shakes his head. Something in me tells me to drop my hands and sit quietly. He narrows his eyes at my reaction. "Don't bite your nails - s'a bad habit" he grunts at me. I look between his two eyes, trying to imagine his face behind his mask. His scent exudes strength and power - and a newer thing that I've only just started picking up - safety..

Johnny breaks our weird staring contest by arriving back to the table with a huge selection of food. He clangs cutlery to the table and sits next to me. He rubs my back gently, whispering how sorry he was. That confuses me though - it wasn't Johnny's fault.. why was he apologising?! I glance at him with furrowed brows and he mistakes my expression for anger or annoyance directed at him, "No, lassie, please dinnae look at me like that.. yer breakin' my heart!" he whines.. I furrow my brow more before the Lieutenant helpfully interjects "Laika.. he thinks your pissed at him - fix your face.."

My eyes snap to Ghost's again before turning back to Johnny. "I - I don't know why you're apologising.." I admit.

"Well I took my eyes off you, didn't I? And you ended up gettin' scruffed by that fuckin' wanker.. that's why, Lass.."

"But that was my fault.. scruffing is reserved as a punishment for disobedient Omega's and in special situations, to ground a panicked or feral Omega.." I quote from the presentation and puberty manual we had all read back in school..

"No lass, he dinnae even ken if you're an Omega or Beta.. remember we cannae scent you, yet? Not until the suppressant drugs leave your system and you actually present as whatever you turn out to be.. I know LT thinks that..." - "JOHNNY..." Ghost barks as a warning and Johnny shuts up quickly. I look between both of them, confused.

"Ghost thinks what..?" I continue, feeling bold for once. I eventually bring my eyes to meet the Lieutenant's gaze. "Nothin' that matters" he grunts.

I scoff, "You think what, Lieutenant...?" I ask again, wanting to know. Brave girl, pushing an Alpha like this... my inner voice whispers nervously.

He tilts his head slightly at my determination. "Awkt, it's nothin' Lass.. I shouldn't have mentioned anythin'.." Johnny tries to brush his little slip up under the rug.

"No, Johnny.. I want to know.. I - I deserve to know... don't I?" my lip wobbles, genuinely feeling anxious but my bitch of an inner voice laughs manipulative little bitch.

*Ghost's POV*

Her fuckin' lip wobbles. Don't cry again. Don't cry. Don't cry.

"You're an Omega" I say plainly.

She freezes, Good job, Simon. Nothin' like sugar coating it..

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

"You're an Omega" he says.

My eyes widen and I go stiff. "Wh-what..? The Captain - John.. John said the tests were inconclusive.. It wasn't for certain..."

"You're an Omega, didn't need tested.."

"What- what do you mean..?"

"Your scent. As soon as Johnny found you.. your scent is Omega. I don't know why I can smell it.. but I've smelt you from day one. Sent me into a fuckin' unexpected pre-rut".

I gulp and look away. "S-sorry" - "S'fine, managed to control it.."

"But.. but the test results said tha...." - "Fuck the test results.."

I shut up and look at the food in front of me. Johnny holds out a spoonful of something, as if he was trying to hand feed me. I roll my eyes and shake my head, picking up my own spoon.

I may be useless and a liability, but I could at least fucking feed myself..

I stubbornly take a spoonful of the stew looking stuff and swallow it. Fuck it was hot! I try to blow the steam from my mouth but resort to fanning my mouth rapidly. Johnny laughs and slaps his knee and to my surprise, even the Lieutenant grunts a small laugh.

"S'not funny.."

"Aye it is, lass" Johnny continues.

"I want to go to sleep" I say, crossing my arms, trying to be in a huff with the pair.

"Now, girl, what's with the mood?" the Lieutenant asks. "S'not a mood". I snap quietly.

"Eat some food and then we will ask Alejandro and Rodolfo where the room is" he orders me, gently - knowing that I have an in-built need to obey orders.

I obey, but make a big show of sighing and looking annoyed while doing it. Johnny just laughs at me under his breath.

I suddenly cough when I realise "Wh-what do you mean 'room'..?"

"Where we will stay" he replies harshly, as if it was obvious.

"Room. As in Roo M? Just one..?" - "Yes - the Captain requested you stay with us. Safer if you have any more nightmares. We can set up a nice cosy cupboard for you if you'd prefer?" he teases me cruelly.

"Rudy said.. no, that's not true! Rudy said that John had called ahead and asked that I was made comfortable.. nothing about sharing a room.. Rudy would have said!"

"You callin' me a liar, girl? Coz' you know Rudy so well all of a sudden, huh..?" Ghost growls. I shrink slightly at his tone. I was pushing his buttons now.

"Rudy knows that you are staying with the 141 pack - if you'd prefer, I'll stay outside" he adds in a softer tone, this time. My stomach sinks. Why would I want that?! Oh yeah... I'm scared of him.. aren't I??

Rudy and Alejandro appear then, Rudy with a knowing smirk on his face. I narrow my eyes at the meddling Omega. Alejandro watches the interaction suspiciously.

*Alejandro's POV*

There was something strange about this girl. Rudy had already told me he thinks that she is an Omega. But.. I recognize her. From where? I don't know. I tell Rudy and he looks confused. He tells me to think on it overnight.. always the voice of reason. My smart Omega.

Rudy seems to trust her, says she is harmless and shy, needs friends. I'm happy to put my trust in him, he is rarely wrong about people. What is weighing heavier on my mind is that Rudy has also mentioned that he isn't hugely keen on the Americans.

I tell him that they provided good air support for us today. He just shrugs and says "there is just something about them, Alpha - be cautious please.."

I promise him that I will be cautious of the Americans, if he will remain cautious with the Garrick girl...

He agrees.

[pyro-manix]

Alright, I have, drum roll please, a new dnd character. His name is Yaz'tran but I have stolen a page out of @meanbossart 's book and he is usually just called Drow because who has time to pronounce that mouthful in an encounter.

The campaign premise is that we are all demi gods, and what fits a dark horror themed campaign with eldritch gods better than a drow son of Lolth. I originally said it as a joke, unfortunately it did not stay a joke lol. Before I keep rambling about him, let's actually see the boy.

Here's his initial full body and his token. Ignore his armor changing color, I haven't actually decided what color I want it to be.

Yaz is the male son of Lolth and due to my dm having an interesting view on Lolth, being a drider is an honor of sorts. So we talked and did some flavor text due to Yaz having the amnesiac background. And while it isn't an actual option by the book we decided that Yaz was a drider at one point so queue the spooky spider ideas.

And also I forgot this one, Yaz sitting in a cart after being arrested with his brand new party members (he promptly stood up and it broke the chains)

And we also have some lore/background art off to the side there but I don't feel like unpacking all of that lol.

Hope yall like him and dont mind my rambling. He's been a blast to play and I cant wait to see what shenanigans he gets up to.

[rarepairdumpster]

Modern Kink AU

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Modern AU, Casual SW Viktor, Boss Silco, SSC Kink Style, Injury (not kink related), Jinx Mention

Viktor is a uni student who goes to the local kink club and turns a few tricks every week for some spending money. 

Silco relaxing on a couch and palming himself as he watches this pretty boy worshipping a cock at the other side of the room.

Interest peaks when he watches the boy receive a handful of notes. Wonders if the cash is the boy turning tricks or if its a negotiated part of a scene.

Finds himself crossing the room to speak to the boy once "the john" has wandered off.

Viktor is getting his things together and sees Silco's shoes. He looks up to tell him that he's about to leave but the words get caught in his throat when he sees Silco.

Silco studies his face like he wants to devour it. It makes Viktor very hot under the collar

"Are you working?" Silco asks, stepping closer, and bringing a hand up to lightly trace Viktor's jaw.

Viktor moistening his lips and then saying "I could be."

And the corner of Silco's mouth quirks upwards with smug amusement.

"Would you be willing to come home with me?"

"It costs extra."

"Money is no object."

Viktor feeling a little flip in his belly because no one has ever said that to him. That money was no object.

He'd always kept his prices low because he knew people could get able-bodied subs for just as much and had lost buisness because of it. This was the first time someone had wanted him and not just a skilled hand or a mouth.

Silco having a driver though and saying they'll take Viktor wherever he'd like to go once their business is finished

Viktor is kinda floored by the amount of money this man clearly has.

Viktor being all fluttery and nervous in the fancy car. Kind of can't help himself from fiddling with the button that rolls the dividing screen up and down.

Silco just watches him, perhaps a little amused, perhaps remembering when he was fucking skint and starving.

Silco offers to take him to dinner first, discuss boundaries before jumping into things. Viktor is just boggled by how polite and considerate he is.

Silco taking Viktor for dinner somewhere that Viktor wouldn't even be able to get a table in 'cause he's too broke to spend it on frivolous things like fancy dinner.

There's a queue down the street. But Silco just nods at the man on the door.

Afterwards, in the car, Silco turns Viktors head towards him and asks if he can kiss him. He'd NEVER been asked to be kissed before. Viktor sighs out a yes and meets Silco in the middle.

And god, Silco can kiss

Viktor had started adjusting his prices because Silco paid for his meal. Silco stopped him because dinner was a courtesy, not part of their arrangement

Viktor is absolute putty in Silco's hands once they reach the estate. He brings Viktor inside and apologizes for skipping the tour but he's very eager to get to the bedroom. They've agreed the dynamic starts once they enter.

Viktor has already been given instructions on what to do once the bedroom door closes behind them. And he quivers with want as he follows them, stripping down to nothing one-handed as Silco makes himself comfortable on the bed.

He's hard and dripping by the time he has his clothes folded and set aside. He bites his lip as he approaches the four-poster bed, his face hot as Silco studies his cock like its art.

Viktor dropping the cane and using the posters as leverage to get up onto the bed. 

And then crawling into position over Silco, moaning as the man fists his hair and pulls him in to a rough kiss.

Viktor undressing Silco as instructed between kisses that are almost frantic.

He had an initial list of instructions to follow, and then Silco can do whatever he wishes from their list of negotiated parameters.

Silco decides to give him a good spank

Gets his ass nice and hot with his barehand.

Viktor hasn't enjoyed a good spank in a while and he's basically moaning mess trying to hold himself still as instructed when all he wants to do is grind his dick against the sheets.

He's also never dropped into subspace so easily for someone before. He usually has to fake it for a few sessions but with Silco, everything seems so right and safe.

Silco actually has to guide him back a bit, to make sure he's present enough, especially when he's itching to bury himself in that flaming ass.

Silco starts coming to see him and he offers to support Viktor if he lets Silco dom him exclusively.

It starts as buisness but turns to feelings quickly and Viktor gets nervous because he doesn't want to become dependent on Silco.

When they're in a scene though, all he wants to do is serve and make Silco happy 24/7 and Viktor had never been with someone that made him feel like that before.

Silco gets pushy and eventually forces Viktor to stay at his place for almost a week and Viktor is confused. Silco explains that not all of his money was made legally and even though he's good at what he does, that makes him a target for people who want to take him down. Viktor asks what that has to do with him and Silco says Viktor is a  weakness of his and that's why he's in danger.

Silco saying "I need you" when Viktor tries to break it off.

Viktor feeling a conflicted twist of  his heart because fuck he has it bad, but he really shouldn't do this anymore.

The way Silco says "I need you" is soft but also like just saying the words is painful. Because he never intended to feel this way for the boy.

Silco convinces Viktor to stay one more night. He can sort things out and make things safe enough by then. Viktor agrees and doesn't intend to allow himself to do anything with Silco but, that was just wishful thinking.

The scene they have is one of the softest and most sensual that Viktor has ever experienced and maybe staying with Silco wouldn't be so bad.

In the morning, he offers to stay but Silco tells Viktor to go because hes still feeling the effects from the night before and wants him to make an informed decision.

Viktor spends the rest of the day and night thinking and worrying about Silco, especially when he isn't answering texts. Silco's secretary comes to see him and let's Viktor know that Silco is in the hospital and he runs there asap

It turns out that Jinx was getting increasingly jealous and Silco wanted to protect Viktor. Silco went to talk to Jinx that night and she shot him several times on accident but she still fled and Sevika found him.

This is the first time Viktor hears about Silco having a kid too

Viktor realizes how little he really knows about Silco but also recognizes he's not scared to learn more.

When he gets there, Silco is still in the medically induced coma and he refuses to leave until he wakes up. Sevika allows it because she was one of the only people who knew how Silco really felt about Viktor.

Viktor is ofc curled around Silco in the bed, sleeping, when he wakes up

Silco wishes he could let Viktor sleep but he softly nudges him until he hears a sleepy "hmm?"

"Vitya, love, you're laying on one of my wounds."

Silco's good eye is hazy and tired, but soft.

Viktor apologizes and adjusts but stays in Silco's arms. "'Love'?"

Silco is able to brush his nose into Viktors hair and smiles. "Is it not obvious by now?"

Viktor turns to look at him and once he decides Silco is being sincere, kisses him carefully but with as much emotion behind it as he could

Silco releases a little sigh of surprised pleasure, because as certain as he is that he loves Viktor, he was never certain that Viktor reciprocated.

Viktor whispers that he loves Silco too against his lips between kisses

Nothing had hurt more than seeing Silco in the coma, so much paler than usual, machines beeping. (He'd spent too much time in hospitals growing up and he still carries that fear with him. Fear of loss, etc)

Silco knows about this fear. While he'd been reticent about sharing too much in case it put Viktor in harm's way, Viktor had told him pretty much everything over time.  His ambitions, his dreams, his nightmares. Everything that made him tick.

Silco and Viktor making love when Silco is allowed to go back to his place. It's slow and tender because Silco isn't fully recovered. Silco lets Viktor straddle him. Lets him set the pace. Viktor is the one that makes it tender, draping himself over Silco, kissing him as he rocks gently on his lap

Viktor whispering "I love you" over and over, each one a little more emotional than the last

Silco murmuring "I need you" as he squeezes Viktor's hips.

And "You're perfect" of course.

Of course. That's when his hands slide up to tangle in Viktor's hair, when he can feel Viktor trembling with the need to cum but not wanting it to end just yet

Silco murmuring, "Let go, Vitya. Let go for me."

And Viktor just falls apart

If there are tears as he cums, neither of them mention it

Just holds Viktor tight and is able to cum as well when he feels the squeeze around his cock. Silco whispering encouragement and how good he was, feathering kisses over his hair and face.

Arch + Woods

[sserpente]

Memories to Enemies 🎃

Synopsis: The TVA is no more—not like it was before, anyway. When the multiverse breaks free, Loki finds himself back where he belongs, on the verge of claiming the throne of Midgard and this time… this time he finishes what he started. But while he’s gained so much, he’s lost even more, for there was one thing the chaos of the timelines had not fixed—it hasn’t brought you back to him. You, the mortal he had refused to fall for until he realised it was too late all along. He never stopped searching for you after Thanos snapped his fingers and now, with so many timelines at the tip of his fingers and a tempad in his pocket… you were out there somewhere and he will find you. But when he finally does… he realises that not only are you the leader of the very rebels aiming to end his ruling, you are a Variant. And you don’t remember him.

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, people! 🎃 Requests from two anons. There are no spoilers for Season 2 in this. I’ll have some more spooky Halloween Imagines coming up this week (I hope), I just didn’t manage to get any writing done as I had initially planned because I spent the whole weekend queueing at Comic Con, haha!

Words: 2407 Warnings: smut

Additional NSFW warnings: edging, very light dub-con

“The rebels are causing trouble again, my king.”

“Which is to say you are unable to deal with a bunch of disobedient humans?” Loki looked up, legs spread on the makeshift throne in what used to be Stark Tower. He lifted his chin, his menacing glare all but intimidating the former politician, now reduced to nothing more than a lackey.

“N-no, of course not. I just thought you should know. They… they made it to the lower levels of the tower last night.”

Loki narrowed his eyes, leaning forward a little. “Who did?”

“The rebels, their leader… we caught her face on camera but… security managed to overwhelm them. I believe they were trying to plant explosives somewhere in the building.”

“Where are they now?”

“They’re being held in the cellars.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “You should have led with that, you fool. Send them up. No… bring me their leader. I believe it is time we have a little chat about where her… loyalties lie.”

The politician nodded and excused himself. Silence filled the room after he left and Loki sat back again and sighed. Those rebels were hardly a threat to him but if they had made it to the tower… he would have to up his game and patch the holes in his security. A spell or two should suffice. Possibly something that would make any uninvited guest grow mushrooms all over their body should they trespass.

If only… he sighed once more. If only he had you by his side. You had always loved this time of the year, made him hand out sweets for children and carve out pumpkins. After all this madness… he still had not found you again. You had been snapped away in the sacred timeline, so he had found out… and even though the now-forgotten Avengers had reversed the titan’s doing, you remained unfound, out of his reach. Wherever you were… he would tear every single timeline apart until he had you back by his side. Would you be overjoyed, to see him where he belonged? On the throne, ruling as he was meant to be?

“The prisoner, my king.” The politician returned after the metal elevator doors swung open yet again, dragging with him a young woman who carried herself quite regally despite her predicament. She lifted her head, her hair revealing her face…

Loki’s face dropped. It was you. You… you were the rebel foolishly trying to put an end to his reign? Desperation and relief paired with anger and disappointment, the sadness that had been residing deep in his heart after he had lost you not quite going away. Something was off.

“Leave her here. Get out.”

“No security, my king?”

“I can handle a mortal woman. Now get out.”

The politician nodded and left without another word all the while you kept on staring at Loki as if you were ready to plunge a dagger into his chest any moment. You probably were—and it broke his heart a lot more than he would have liked to admit.

Your eyes widened when he spoke your name. “So you already know me then.”

“Know you? I have been looking for you for years, pet.”

You blinked. “Pet?”

Loki’s face fell when he realised. You did not know. You did not recognise him. You did not… love him yet. It mattered little, now did it? He would make you love him again, he would restore your memories. Were you a Variant? Had you met him? Had Thanos’ horrors taken your memories? He had to find out, needed to find out.

“You will not believe me, of course. But you were in love with me. I lost you when Thanos snapped his fingers. My path, too, changed. That is a story for another time. Come here, pet. It is so good to see you,” he purred.

Containing his emotions and his excitement had never been so difficult. He all but longed to jump up from his throne and sweep you up into his arms, holding you close until you struggled to breathe. But he didn’t. He wanted you to come to him. Only you remained frozen in place. He could practically feel the defiance radiating from you.

“I’m not falling for your stupid tricks, Loki.”

The God of Mischief smirked. “Would you like me to prove it, pet? Ah, let’s see… I just so happen to know you love Halloween. Carving out pumpkins… handing out sweets to children… watching scary films and eating this disgusting snack you call popcorn… and of course, how could I forget, the hot chocolate with small marshmallows and whipped cream on top? It’s reserved only for months that have the letter ‘r’ in them, no?”

Loki watched with great satisfaction how your lips parted in shock. He stood, taking a step forward. “What else… ah…” He tilted his head. “There is a particularly sweet and sensitive spot on your body that has you absolutely feral for your lover. It is… right… here.” He took another step and brought his hand up to brush his thumb over the spot right below your ear. You shivered, clenching your jaw.

“Lies… y-you’re… you’re tricking me.”

“No tricks,” he purred, “only treats.”

To Hel with the restraint. With a low growl, Loki pulled you close, lifting you off your feet. Your rather pathetic resistance died quickly once you realised that you weren’t going anywhere. Loki was too strong—you’d do well to save your strength for when it truly mattered. But… did you want to?

Why, on Earth, was there a part of you that enjoyed his touch? The way he looked at you… so full of hope and lust… that could not be acted, could it? To win over the leader of the rebellion, make her compliant… was that his plan? Or was he telling the truth?

And if he was, then what would have ridden you to dedicate your life to stopping him at all cost? Heavens, last night, you had attempted an assassination.

Loki put you back down on your feet once you reached his bedroom. He had redecorated, of course. Everything was green and gold, even his bed sheets. It looked… beautiful. Homely, almost and faintly familiar.

A shiver brought you back from the depths of your mind when Loki sneaked his hand under your shirt, slowly pushing it up.

“Do you truly think it’s a coincidence you react this way to me?” He tilted his head, smirking when you flinched at his fingertips ghosting over your bare stomach. He was right. He was so right and you hated it. Part of you wanted him—right here and now. The other part was seething and then, yet another… wanted to give in to his advances out of curiosity.

“Why… why don’t I remember then?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, pet. We will restore your memories. You could be a Variant—a version of yourself from another timeline who has not yet met me. We will worry about this later. I missed you.”

He sounded so… genuine, so full of relief. It was not hard to believe him. But how could you? You hated this man, you loathed how he had taken Earth for himself and declared himself its ruler… you would never kneel before him… right?

Why were you questioning yourself? Perhaps… perhaps it was for when you gazed into his blue eyes, you detected just how troubled his soul was. There was more to this than tyranny. More than a hunger for power.

You ceased to resist when he pulled your shirt off of you. Mesmerised, dazed… perhaps even charmed, you lifted your arms for him to remove it and then allowed him to make short work of your trousers. Only a few more moments passed until you stood completely naked before him, breathing heavily.

His kiss was soft when he held your chin with two fingers, almost as if testing the waters. Your eyes… your eyes fell shut. Why… how did this feel so good?

“Give in to me, pet. Let me show you.”

You bit your lower lip. “I’m supposed to hate you.”

He chuckled. “Why yes… We can speak about your little rebellion after I have had my fill of you. You always longed to be by my side, pet. What changed?”

“I don’t know you.” And perhaps that was the reason. You did not know him. Did not yet see behind the mask. Would things be different if you did? You could have tried to kill him the very moment you stepped out of the elevator. So why hadn’t you? Would you, under different circumstances, support his cause? Aid in his rule? Rule… by his side? That was such a silly thought, wasn’t it?

And yet… even though the arrogant god kept calling you his pet… the way he looked at you made you feel like he regarded you as his equal. Maybe your subconscious knew that there was more to it. Maybe your soul had recognised him.

“Then I will make you know me again. You, my darling, are the one good thing that has ever happened to me. I will not give you up.”

You swallowed, unsure of whether you should regret the words that left your lips next. “S-show me.”

“With pleasure.” Loki smirked, lifting you up once more. The warm leather of his armour against your naked skin made you whimper but it was gone within a heartbeat, melted off his body in a green hue of his magic. It felt tingly, familiar… as if you’d felt it a million times before.

The God of Mischief crawled above you, spreading your legs as he did. Skin against skin, he towered above you like the king he was, his raven hair framing his handsome face. You resisted the urge to reach up and stroke his cheek—just about, for when he leaned down and assaulted your neck with his lips, you dug your nails into the soft bed sheets instead, fighting, desperately, for composure your body was eager to give up.

Every touch, every kiss… it felt right. And you were craving more.

A gasp escaped your lips when Loki sank his length into you with but one deep stroke—it was both out of pure bliss at his size and surprise at how wet you were. How had him undressing you slowly done that?

Deep and languid thrusts soon drove you to the brink of madness. No one… no one had ever fucked you as well as Loki was fucking you right now, and the fact that he seemed to know exactly what turned you on almost filled you with fear.

The intense eye contact, the gentle touches, the soft dominance radiating from him… without a doubt he would pin you against the bed if you so much as attempted to flip around and ride him instead without… without asking for permission?

You whimpered at the thought, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were close already. Loki was working his magic… firm and yet gentle, you felt it teasing your clit, applying just enough pressure to bring you closer and closer to climax. Once he had you there, right on the edge, the delicious pressure eased, his rhythm speeding up.

“You’re enjoying it…” Loki purred—his tone smug, if anything. You groaned.

And then, once again… he pushed you toward that blissful cliff only to stop—again—right before you could fall. You realised soon enough what he was doing. He was edging you. No one… no one knew about your filthiest desires and kinks. So how did he? He really was telling the truth, wasn’t he?

You pretended to hate this but you loved it… loved how he was in control of your pleasure, able to take it away if he so wished… urgh.

“What is it, pet, hmm? Did you want something?” His strokes were relentless—how he managed not to rut into you like a beast you had no fucking clue.

“P-please…” you choked out, “…let me cum.”

Loki tilted his head. “I think you can do better than that.”

Another grunt on your end but this time, you were ready to throw hands—only the God of Mischief above you didn’t let you. The invisible force tormenting your clit wrapped around your wrists like invisible shackles, holding them in place.

“Please…” you repeated, “…I need to cum. Stop… teasing me…”

“Let me hear it one more time, pet. Scream for me.”

A groan of frustration escaped your lips. All helpless beneath him, there was nothing you could do but endure his torturing treatment. Your toes curled, that all too familiar knot in your lower stomach tightening…

“Oh, fuck, please, please, PLEASE! Just… LET ME CUM ALREADY!” Loki chuckled—he chuckled and then, finally, the delicious pressure on your clit returned. And this time… it didn’t stop again. You tensed up, all air knocked from your lungs as your orgasm washed over you. Contracting around Loki’s cock who did not stop rocking into you for a second, fucking you right through your moment of utter bliss until he too, came.

Loki’s moans were quite possibly the sexiest thing you had ever heard as he buried himself inside of you as deep as he could, coating your walls with his seed, twitching and jerking.

He rested his forehead against yours then, eyes closed—content, at ease… and so unlike what you had expected from a tyrannical ruler.

This… it had felt like your bodies were made for each other. Perhaps they were.

“I want to remember. I want you to prove to me that you’re not the evil tyrant I imagine you to be,” you said, breaking the silence.

Loki chuckled. “Hmm… ever so demanding, pet.”

“Why are you calling me that?”

“Because it turns you feral, am I not right?”

You bit your lower lip. Yes, damn it, he was right.

“We will find a way to restore your memories, I swear it. You are mine.” You shivered when he spoke your name. “You are the very reason I am not a tyrant. Whatever you see, whatever you believe… Midgard is in good hands—it is your home realm, after all.”

“So I’ll just have to trust your word? The word of a Trickster?”

Loki smirked. He knew. He knew that your heart already did.

"Yes. Now then... shall we carve a pumpkin together, pet?"

A/N: Party hard tonight! 🎃

[cant-kill-me-if-im-already-dead]

how fast do i need to run to outrun android if i slap his ass?

Fuck around and find out I guess

[luvfy0dor]

“Let's Cool Down" ♡⁠˖” ; Seasonal Scenarios! ੈ✩‧₊˚ Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader

Warnings; None

Description; Vacation house activities with Chuuya!

A/n; Lately I've been starting to utilize my queue. Also I think I'm flopping because I pick whack ass times to post. But anyways, there are some parts in this where I am just yapping away tbh

★ Chuuya likes sitting in a hot tub with his partner, a glass of wine sitting on the edge while he talks with you. He also likes late night ocean swims and teasing you.

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The soft feeling of the hot tubs jets against your back almost made you shiver. It felt nicer than you remembered from the other day and gave you a bit of a pleasant surprise as you settled down on one of the built in seats, your lover sitting right across from you. He gave you a relaxed smile, which you returned as you let your feet float up into his lap. One of his hands rested on your ankle, the other holding onto the wine glass he brought with him. His lips became stained with the red liquid as he sipped on it, the soft glow cascading onto his skin from the fairy lights decorating the gazebo of the vacation home. He had rented it out in hopes of relaxing with you for a few days, relatively limited on vacation time because of the nature of his job.

"Is it comfortable?" He asks, his voice as soft as the sound of the bubbles coming from the hot tub's jets. You hum, nodding your head as you made yourself comfortable in the body of warm water. The ocean was visible from the homes porch, the soft waves crashing onto the shore with the moon reflecting onto them. It added to the comforting atmosphere the two of you had created with one another. He held out his glass before speaking and breaking the vocal silence. "Do you want a sip?" He asked. You shook your head in denial briefly. "I'm alright, thank you." You said with a small smile. His arm retracted and brought the drink to his lips. "You were starin' at me so I thought you might want some. Is something on your mind?" The way he cared for your well-being and simply tried to make you feel better even at the slightest signs of discomfort, real or imaginary, made your heart warm a little. "No, sorry, I just zoned out." You reassured him.

He smiled at you and reached out to hold your hand under the water. Your conversations over the next minutes were occupied by plans of the coming days and memories of similar activities. As you talked with one another, exchanging small laughs and giggles, you could feel your body heating up. That and the scent of the chlorine could make you light headed. You couldn't help but feel a bit dizzy and as though your body had become lighter and more buoyant in the water. Chuuya noticed this again and took your hand, gently pulling you upward. "You look like your heatin' up, darlin'.." he says, pulling you closer to his body and stroking your back gently. "Yeah, I definitely am" you say, taking a deep breath and laughing a bit.

"I know something that could cool ya' down." He says, looking over your shoulder at the dark ocean. Your gaze followed his as your turned your head and upper body. "Hmm...is that really the best idea? I mean, it's really dark- and you know, the winds already cooling me down pretty well." You say while turning back to him. He nods and grabs your hands gently, interlocking both of your fingers. "Well yeah, but it could be fun! Do you really think I'd ever let my darlin' get swept away by the ocean?" He asks, a small grin on his face. You playfully roll your eyes and step out of the hot tub, your boyfriend following suit. The both of you walk down to the start of the sandy beach, him grabbing your hand and running down towards the water. You stumbled at first, but eventually we're able to keep up with him, both of you eventually getting to the water and being forced to slow down. You went in to your knees before your initial running came to a halt.

"Do you feel any cooler?" Chuuya asks, his lips tugged into a loving grin as he scooped some water up in his hands and splashed it at you. You laughed and splashed him back, yours was a lot more forceful, making him back up a bit with a chuckle. "A lot cooler!" You say, talking over the loud sound of the waves. The deeper the two of you went out, the closer you stayed to him. The waves were now crashing against your waist, Chuuyas grip on you allowing his ability to keep you upright and from being toppled over. The wind blew through his long hair and the moon draped a beautiful glow over his pale skin. He looked so gorgeous. He rotated his body to face you, his wet and dripping hand emerging from the water to gently cup your cheek. His thumb caressed your cheek bone as his face got closer to yours. "You're so... indescribable." He mumbles, pulling you in for a gentle kiss on the lips. Your cheeks heated up as you kept him close with your hand on the back of his neck.

You only broke the kiss for a couple of seconds at a time, pulling each other right back in. You could feel Chuuyas smile plastered on his lips against yours while they moved together. He squeezed your hip through there swimwear before his hand slid over the curve of your ass before lifting you up. You gasped briefly in surprise but you quickly adjusted through breathy laughs. Your hands were on his cheeks as you both kept eachother close. He pulled away after a moment and started to let you down before dropping you completely. You fell into the water and could already hear his laughter while submerged. You quickly resurfaced, your hair and entire body soaked now in the cold liquid. You wiped the salt water from your eyes before playfully smacking him on the shoulder. "You can't just drop me like that, Chuuya!" You say through snickers and deep breaths. He rubs your back, while simultaneously guiding you back closer to the shore, both of you grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm real sorry, can you forgive me?" He asks, holding you close. You place your pointer finger on your chin, pretending to be deep in thought over the matter. "I guess." You tease, leaning into his side lovingly. He smiles and kisses your cheek. "Thanks my love, you know I would never intentionally do such a thing." He says with a smirk. You just roll your eyes and nod along. "Totally."

[glacialpacer]

Andy Sachs’ Camera Roll

POV: When the Paps first started noticing their budding romance, Andy would visit the blog sites and save all the best photos of her and Miranda to her phone, much to Miranda’s chagrin! Initially the innocent photos could vaguely be interpreted as something more than an assistant and her boss, only to those who knew them best, but…

Gradually, their attraction could no longer be hidden in plain sight.

After a while, Miranda stopped resisting and began posing for a few photos for some of her most trusted members of the press. Way to control the narrative!

Thus was the coming out of Miranda Priestly! *queue fanfare*

[teyamsgrl]

surrounded in smoke ✧ jake sully

❗️MDNI ❗️

YES I AMDE TSU'TEY ALIVE I MISS HIM BUT ENJOT THIS I WOULD LEGIT DIE FOR JAKE AND IM DO DRUNK YPING THIS

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, age gap (jake 30, reader 20), angst to smut, slow burn??, sorta cheesy lovey jake, l-bombs, oral f receiving, softdom!jake, dirty talk, size kink, tsaheylu, missionary 😮‍💨 - muntxatan: male spouse/mate

the multilayered tension between you and jake was obvious. the way you yearned for him was reciprocated completely, yet it was so difficult to address. jake being olo’eyktan gave him the highest status in the clan, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to compete with that. you were just another woman in the clan, a younger one at that. but to jake you were more than just ‘another woman’; you were the woman he needed, the one he would choose over anyone else. he admired your initiative, your skill in almost every possible task, your genuine kindness and generosity. you two loved each other, spent hours together yet never spoke about the one thing that was painfully evident, the one thing that kept drawing you both to each other day after day.

the war party had returned after a long day, sky dark and everyone's freckles glowing bright. all the injured men were travelling to the tsahik tent, several visibly bleeding and limping. you greeted them as they returned, searching the crowd for one specific individual. when you didn't spot jake, you began to notice the anguish on some of the faces of your fellow omatikaya. you tap tsu'tey's shoulder, urging him to look to you, "tsu'tey, where is jake?" your heart begins racing at the million possibilities swirling in your mind. "we don't know. one minute he was with us and then he was gone. we looked around the area but there was a lot of smoke and it was dark, it was hard to see if he was anywhere", your breath catches in your throat at his words, head dizzy with the thought of jake possibly being dead. "thank you.." you whisper, rushing to call for your ikran. when she arrives you hop on her back, connecting your queue with her and guiding her to the war zone. jake had warned you to never enter this area, even if it seemed necessary yet you weren't even worrying about your own safety at this point, chest heaving with every anxious breath you breathed. you finally land in the war zone amongst several destroyed rda gunships, smoke surrounding you just as tsu'tey had said.

you pulled your knife out and held it in front of you, just in case someone was to pop out of nowhere and attempt an attack. "jake!" you yell, looking through the mess of debris to see if he was anywhere to be seen. nothing. you move east of the zone first, smoke clearing as you get deeper into the forest. "jake!" you yell again, eyes scouring the area frantically. tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you get even deeper into the trees, hope slowly exiting your mind. as if perfectly timed out, you heard a low grunt in the close distance. "jake?" you yell again, running towards where the sound appeared to be coming from. you see a muscular arm peeking out from behind a tree, someone obviously slumped against it. you move around the tree to spot jake there, several bruises littering his torso. "jake, oh great mother, thank you" you breathe out, kneeling beside him. "y/n? sweetheart why are you out here? it's so dangerous" he says, hand reaching for yours. "i came looking for you, what happened?" you asked, squeezing his hand as a tear rolls down your cheek. "shit i don't even know, i ended up ducking into the trees at some point and got knocked out for a bit, guess i was farther out than i thought" he explains, his eyes following the tear's trail down your freckled cheek. "i thought-" you whine softly as more tears fall, "i thought you were dead, i got so scared when you didn't come home with everyone else" he brings his free hand up to cup your cheek, swiping your tears away gently. "oh sweetheart... i'm right here, i'm alright, don't cry..." he smiles softly as you nod, nuzzling into his large and warm hand.

"god y/n..." he sighs, heart swelling at the mere thought of you being worried for him. "what is it?" you place your much smaller hand on top of his, "it must be obvious now, but i just- i need to tell you, or ask you, i guess" he rambles, biting his lip from the slight nerves emerging inside of him. "i have chosen you, y/n... i love you. if you would let me, i would be honoured to be your mate..." he trails off, thumb tracing small circles on your cheek. your heart is racing again, so fast that it feels like it could just jump out of your chest at any second. "jake... i feel the same way, ever since we first met. i would do anything to be your mate.. but jake, you are olo'eyktan, the most important person in our clan. are you sure you want me to be your mate? i'm just another woman, a younger one who is really nothing special-" he cuts you off, "hey, do not say that about yourself. i have never met someone like you, and in any life, any world i would choose you. i am positive, i want you to be my mate" he states, moving closer to lean his forehead against yours. your breath quivers at the proximity, tickling his lips. "can i kiss you, princess?" you nod frantically, his lips colliding with yours in a passionate kiss. you hum into it and reach for his shoulders, coaxing him to draw you onto his lap.

he groans softly at the feeling of your warmth and weight against him, hands travelling all over your torso, groping and grazing every inch of you. when his lips part slightly you take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, tail swishing rapidly at the new sensation. his hands find a home on your hips, grasp strong as he pulls your hips down to meet his crotch in a gentle grind. you whimper slightly into the kiss as your clothed yet wet pussy rubbed against the tent forming in his loincloth. "jake.." you breathe as you retreat from his lips, hips moving at a rougher speed, his cock straining and begging to be released. "i know, babygirl... you look so fucking gorgeous" he whines out before ushering you to stand up, "off" he tugs at your loincloth in a hurried manner. you nod and quickly untie it from yourself, allowing it to fall as you step out of it. he grabs your thighs and pulls you so your pussy is now hovering in front of his mouth, slick visible and making him dizzy. "come here" he grumbles hungrily before attaching his tongue to your slit, gliding the muscle over your hole and finishing with a flick to your clit.

the whine that escapes your mouth is greedy, hole clenching around nothing. he chuckles at your noise before diving back in, tongue plunging into your hole and circling it, fingers leaving marks into your thighs. "jake" you moan, stabilizing yourself against the tree as your hips sporadically buck into him. he hums into your pussy, sending a vibration and shiver up your spine then coming back to your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. your jaw slacks while your clit pulses between jake's lips, knot inside of you beginning to tighten. "jake jake- i'm gonna-" you gasp out, roughly bucking your hips in anticipation. he hums and nods between your legs, urging you to let go for him. "oh fuck!" you squeal, back arching while you cum then slouching after your high passes. he smiles and kisses along your thighs, pushing himself to stand up, "good, princess?" "sooo good" you smirk, moving to be flush against him. he moves so his mouth is situated beside your ear, breath leaving goosebumps along your neck, "do you want more of me?" he questions, guiding your hands to his bulge. you whimper and nod, tracing his shaft over the cloth. a sensual sigh leaves his lips before he guides you to lie on a patch of moss nearby, the plush plant surrounding your body delicately.

your chest heaves as you watch jake remove his loincloth, cock finally being released. jake was huge, and your eyes widened at the sight. he buzzed at your reaction, coming to kneel between your legs. "ready?" he hoists your legs up and around his waist while he aligns himself with your dripping entrance. "y-yes, please.." you gasp at the feeling of his tip pushing in, this small section of his cock seemingly stretching you out so much already. "big..." you whisper as he continues pushing in, your back arching slightly at the further stretch. "i know princess, just a bit more... you're just such a small girl, huh?" he finally bottoms out, his eyes fluttering shut from the vice grip your pussy has on him. your back arches from the kiss his tip gives your cervix, his length making you stretch. "tell me when i'm good to move, sweet girl, i know it's a lot for your little pussy.." he expresses with care yet underlying hints of taunting. "now.. fuck me jake" you say earnestly, aching for him to begin.

he smirks and pulls his hips back just to push in again, gaining a deep and consistent rhythm. he groans as your skin slaps together, cock being sucked in each time he pulls away slightly. his hands have a nice grasp on your waist, your nails digging into his biceps. "taking it so good, look at you, so pretty down there" he moans alongside you, your mind foggy as you stare at jake above you, your pussy squelching at each thrust. "this- this is so good, so good at this, jake" you whine and move one hand to yank your queue from underneath you, holding it up towards him, "let us seal it.." he nods breathlessly, swinging his from behind his back and letting it connect with yours. his thrusts never falter as you both observe the tendrils working their magic, intertwining and connecting you both even further. both of your grips on each other tighten at the feeling of the tsaheylu; bodies, spirits and minds fully united. "i love you, muntxatan" you breathe, now dilated pupils boring into his as your bodies lurch back and forth in unison. "i love you too, so much" he groans in a whispery tone, thrusts slower and rough now, slamming into you like there's no better feeling than this. "again- cum again-" you whine, legs flexing around his slim waist. "i'm with you, babygirl, gonna give you all my cum, all of it" he leans down to kiss you, sloppily yet sweetly. you kiss back as best you can as your orgasm rips through you, your pussy clenching and pulling his orgasm out of him in an instant. "holy fuckkkk..." he moans into your mouth as he releases into you, painting your walls as you gasp loudly at the feeling.

he pecks your lips again as he comes down from the high alongside you, your hands rubbing along his heaving chest. "i'm kinda glad i got left behind today" he chuckles and brushes his nose against yours. "hey! why?! i got so scared!" you smack his chest lightly, trying to hold back the smile creeping onto your face. "i see that smile coming.. show me" he smiles down at you and strokes your cheek with one hand, the smile now full on your face. "there we go, beautiful... now look, i'm glad because you came to find me and then all this happened, otherwise it could've been more months just pining over each other" you nod in agreement, giggle escaping, "well i guess i'm glad too, and i'm glad you're only bruised up and nothing more.." he hums in response and touches his lips to your forehead, letting them linger as you breathe in time with each other, now mated for life.