#and it's not like you can't hear her she still stands out

[authorhjk1]

Hello! Been loving your previous and current works and enjoyed reading them, plus this new idea of yours is kinda intriguing. I have yet to see someone make a masterpiece of Seulgi in this iconic outfit. I wish you all the best and stay safe.

Dark Red

(Kang Seulgi X Male Reader)

You both knew that one would eventually falter. While Irene placed her bet on Joy, you expected Yeri to be the first one.

But to your surprise it is Seulgi, who is know standing in front of your door. Her whole body is covered by a long brown coat. You can see the light flush of her cheeks and the slight smell of alcohol invades your nostrils. Seulgi has definitely been drinking.

"What do you mean by 'me too'?"

You pretend to be slow in catching on, wanting to hear the words from Seulgi herself.

"I-I I can't... It's just been so long since I've been with someone."

She looks up at you, her big eyes tempting you to give her a comforting hug.

"I can't keep watching the two of you."

"Well, if that makes you uncomfortable, we can always stop-"

"No!"

The color of her cheeks turns even darker in embarrassment.

"It-It did help me a little. Some material for... You know?"

"Seulgi, I don't know if I should have a conversation with you about these kind of things. You are my girlfriend's friend."

"I-I know."

Seulgi glances at her feet, a defeated look on her face.

"M-Maybe you c-could help me out this one time?"

You can tell that Seulgi is trying to gather all of her confidence. And you know it must be hard for her to ask her friend's boyfriend to cheat on her. But she seems to be really desperate.

And it's not like you are gonna cheat. Why would Seulgi think that Irene wouldn't like you to fuck her friends? She already makes them watch, when you fuck her. Irene made it very clear to you that, if this exact situation occurs, you can do whatever you want.

"I don't know, Seulgi."

You still pretend to be innocent, wanting to see how far she would go. Seulgi is unaware of Irene's kinks. So in her mind, she is actually asking you to cheat on her leader.

"I can make it worth your while, you know?"

She seems to have mustered all of her courage now.

You watch as she slowly starts to unbutton her coat. It reveals a short red dress with all sorts of different patterns. It seems like it's made out of red strings and dark flowers, which are attached to some fabric underneath.

You know for a fact that Seulgi has way more seductive outfits than this one. But she probably didn't plan on asking you for sex, when she put it on and left the house. Wait, what exactly is she asking for? She answers your question by herself.

"After I had to watch you so often, I now need the same. I want to feel it."

Seulgi steps closer. You are still very aware that you're standing in the doorframe as she wraps her arms around your neck.

"I want to know what it feels like."

She gets on her tiptoes and whispers into your ear.

"To get used."

Every man's patience has a limit. And your are no exception. Of course you could toy with her a little longer, but where would be the point?

"Get in."

You try to look as guilty as possible, hoping to keep up the act of you, cheating on Irene. Already planing on revealing it to Seulgi in the future, you walk after her. Maybe while you fuck her hard over the kitchen counter in their dorm and Irene walks in? You would love to see Seulgi's face in that moment.

She is now looking around your living room.

"You have a really nice h-"

"No talking."

You spin her around, pressing your lips on hers.

Seulgi immediately whimpers as she finally feels you touching her. Her tongue starts to invade your mouth, trying to fight yours. As she deepens the kiss, you bend your knee a little, forcing it forward, right between her thighs.

A moan escapes her mouth as you push upwards. Even without orders, Seulgi starts rubbing herself on your knee. After only a couple of moments, you feel something wet form on your jeans. You break the kiss off, pushing Seulgi off of you.

"You really are needy."

She gives you a pleading look as she nods.

"Just do with me what you want. I just need to feel you."

You reach forward, grabbing both her arms with your hands and pull her towards you again. Seulgi stumbles forward. You catch her by grabbing her naked thighs. Lifting her up, her face is now right above yours. She instinctively captures your lips with hers again. Your hands glide along her thighs as you marvel at their fullness. Hundreds of hours of dancing. All packed into these thighs of hers.

A couple of steps forward and you push Seulgi against your wall.

"Le me feel how tight your pussy is."

Seulgi gasps at your words, feeling how your hand reaches underneath her dress. No panties. They're probably stuffed into her coat. Dipping a finger inside, you hear her moan loudly.

"Damn, Seulgi. You must be way tighter than her."

You want to make Seulgi feel guilty for making you "cheat" by mentioning Irene.

Seulgi's eyes drip with lust as she bites her lip. She herself can't tell how she got herself in this kind of situation. What a bad friend she is! A bad bandmate! A bad person!

And yet, as you quickly open your pants with your free hand, Seulgi can only drool for your cock.

You don't even give her enough time to take a good look at it. It disappears underneath her dress as you take both her butt cheeks into your hands.

"Oh, god!"

Seulgi lets out a loud moan as you penetrate her. Her head falls back against the wall as you pull her onto your cock.

"Y-You are way bigger than-than I thought."

She manages to say during her up and downs as you move her body along your shaft.

"And you really are tight, Seulgi."

You start to complement her whole body while you nail her against the wall. Like an expensive painting, you admire her beauty.

"Oh, yes! Please!"

Seulgi definitely went too long without any intimacy. It only takes her a couple of seconds more and she quickly cums on your cock. Her pussy clamps down on you as you keep lifting her body up and down.

"I-I need your cum! I saw y-you filling her up."

You are aware that Seulgi avoided calling Irene by her name. Kissing her neck, you hold Seulgi in place and start trusting into her from below.

She quickly turns into a stuttering mess, while you mark her neck. It'd be fun to see Seulgi trying to hide it from Irene, despite the older one "not knowing" where it came from.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Seulgi buries her head in your shoulder as she climaxes for a second time. Her pussy feels tighter now. And wetter. You feel her juices drip down your cock as you chase your own high.

Her back rubs against the wall as you keep pounding into her from underneath. Her nails start to scratch at your back as Seulgi tries to let go of the pleasure, which is overwhelming her.

"Fuck, Seulgi."

With your final thrust upwards, you simultaneously pull her down.

"Holy-!"

Seulgi's cry is interrupted by a gasp as she feels your cum flooding her insides. Her pussy is filled within a matter of seconds. Your warm cum starts to leak out of your connection, slowly dripping onto the floor.

"That was..."

Seulgi's heavy breathing stops her from finishing her sentence. You wonder if the fact that you are "cheating" is getting Seulgi off.

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Hi, everyone!

Hope you liked this one. I honestly did go over the limit by a couple of minutes, because I wasn't finished, since the intro got longer than I expected. But that's not a big problem, gonna try to keep it a little shorter from now on.

Stay healthy!

[wcbblife]

You & Me

a/n: finally finished my pazzi draft yall... hope you enjoy

Warnings: kinda nsfw at the end so read at your own risk.

Summary: Paige can't help but get a little a jealous when she sees Azzi with another man. So, she decides to talk to her.

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Paige knew it wasn’t her place. It really wasn’t.

But she couldn't suppress the ugly feeling tugging at her heart as she watched Azzi double over in laughter while talking to someone—a freshman—from the men’s team. The way Azzi's fingers lightly caressed his bicep to stop the flow of jokes spilling from his lips. The way he smiled at her, letting his other hand land on top of hers.

It was only when Aubrey nudged her shoulder and whispered, "You’re staring too hard, bro," that Paige finally broke out of her trance.

She knew she shouldn’t storm up to them and separate them with a nasty shove to the guy. She knew she should just sit tight and look pretty while the cameras were likely pointed toward her or the dancers in front of her. The nails on her hands were digging into her arm, no doubt leaving marks. She just couldn't tear her eyes away, no matter how hard she tried.

“What?” Paige cleared her throat, suddenly feeling shy. Her tough exterior would only get her so far with her best friend, who knew her too well.

“I said the three-point contest is about to start.” Aubrey snickered, walking away to join the blue team.

“Shut up,” Paige murmured, following closely behind. By the time she got together with her team, Azzi was lost in the sea of white and dark blue, and Paige had no way of knowing if the man was still close to her. She didn’t get any time to sit and think about it, being whisked around to get ready for the contest.

Almost immediately, she hears the sounds of the net swishing and the basketballs hitting the rims. After a bit, her eyes land on none other than Azzi. She watches closely as Azzi makes shot after shot with little to no problem, much to the amusement of the crowd. The smile on Azzi’s face after releasing the last ball makes Paige swoon, and she glances around, hoping that it would help the blood pooling in her cheeks to dissipate.

The only problem is that she sees Azzi moving back to let the next participant go, the man steps up to her, nudging her shoulder, and leaning down due to their significant height difference to whisper something. Paige knows it's a compliment or something along the lines of “I could never do that,” as she watches Azzi’s dimples just barely show.

The feeling gnaws even harder at Paige, causing her to drum her fingers impatiently against her thighs and her jaw to tighten. She can't help but notice how Azzi never moves away, and how they seem to brush against each other every time they sway side to side while waiting for the contest to finish.

Caroline walks up to them and starts a conversation, which—much to Paige’s relief—causes him to move away a bit. Azzi’s eyes move between the two before finally locking onto Paige, who is still staring. Azzi smiles at something Caroline says, licking her lips and fixing her pants, still zeroed in on Paige. This causes Paige’s heart to thrum uncontrollably in her ribcage, even when Azzi’s eyes go back to Caroline and the guy.

It knocks what little patience and focus Paige had straight out of her body.

“Dude! Seriously, how many times do I have to call you to stop gawking?” Aubrey stands in front of her with an incredulous smile. “Make it at least a bit less obvious, will ya?”

Paige lets out a breathy laugh, scratching her head. “I need to get outta here, bro.”

“Tell me about it,” Aubrey jokes back. “Might just walk right on out.”

“Yeah, right. And let Geno scream at us next practice? No thanks.”

Aubrey chuckles. “Hey, I’m not the one desperate to get outta here for their girl—” Paige cuts her off with a light nudge, causing Aubrey to burst into laughter.

“Stop it, dude.” Paige sulks, looking around for Azzi again, feeling her stomach drop at seeing her absent from her last spot.

“Relax. We’ll be done in a bit.”

Paige knew better. She knew it was in her best interest to heed Azzi’s warning of “don’t be so obvious in public.” She knew she should be on her best behavior with so many eyes on them, acting like they were nothing more than friends.

She also knew she shouldn’t feel so stupidly useless and jealous when Azzi talked to someone else because they weren’t officially a thing. They hadn’t slapped a title on it yet.

Ugh, she thought, as she smiled prettily for the group picture, wrapping a friendly arm around her teammates. Paige made a mental note to bring it up at a better time.

“Alrighty everybody,” a woman in the middle of the court chirped, “We’ve officially ended the first night! Make sure you exit in an orderly manner and we hope to see you next year.” The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and applause as the athletes started making their way out of the court and into the tunnels.

Paige made a beeline to her locker room, hoping to catch Azzi alone, but once she arrived, she found herself alone. One by one, her teammates trickled into the room—courtesy of Nika texting in their chat to meet there—and it wasn’t until Paige actually got up to search for Azzi that she found herself face-to-face with her.

Azzi was giggling when she entered, and Paige let out a breath of relief. Her hands fidgeted, muscles twitching under her skin to reach forward toward Azzi once she met her big brown eyes, but like she had done all night, she held herself back.

Instead, she walked wordlessly into the team huddle, her breath catching a bit as Azzi slotted herself right next to her, wrapping her hands around Paige’s waist. She tuned out the remainder of Geno’s speech as Azzi found the audacity to toy with the stretch band of her shorts, pulling on it. She slipped a finger into the edge of them, and when Paige looked over at her, she was smiling cheekily.

“Alright, now get out of here. I'm tired,” Geno ended his speech, and the girls screamed. Azzi dragged Paige into the team where they all did a short chant before finally walking out of the room.

Finally, they reached a quieter part of the complex. Azzi pulled Paige into an empty room, away from prying eyes.

As they made their way through the tunnels, Paige’s heart raced. The crowded hallways buzzed, and she tried to keep her cool.

Azzi stayed close, their fingers brushing every now and then, sending shivers down Paige’s spine.

She couldn’t wait to get a moment alone with her.

“Azzi,” Paige muttered.

“Yeah?” Azzi's eyes fluttered, looking up at Paige.

“We gotta talk.”

Azzi smirked, “We do?” she teased, stepping closer, her hand grazing Paige's arm. “What about?”

Paige's breath hitched. “You know what about.”

Azzi chuckled softly, leaning in until her lips were mere inches from Paige’s. “You always get so serious,” she whispered, her breath warm against Paige's skin. “Maybe I like seeing you like this.”

Paige's heart pounded, her resolve weakening by the second. “Azzi, please…”

“Please, what?” Azzi’s voice was low, almost a purr. She backed Paige against the wall, her hands sliding up Paige’s sides, sending shivers down her spine. “Please stop? Or please don’t stop?”

Paige swallowed hard, her mind racing. “We need to figure this out,” she managed to say, though her voice wavered.

Azzi’s eyes softened for a moment before the teasing glint returned. “Okay, let’s figure it out,” she said, her tone playful. “But maybe we start with this.”

Azzi pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against Paige’s. “We’ll talk,” she promised, her voice a soft murmur. “But right now, let’s just enjoy this.”

Before Paige could respond, Azzi closed the distance, capturing Paige’s lips in a slow, tantalizing kiss. Paige's world tilted, the kiss overwhelming her senses completely as she melted into Azzi, her hands finally finding their way to Azzi’s waist, pulling her closer.

Paige nodded, her heart racing almost painfully in her chest. “Yeah,” she whispered, a smile tugging at her lips. “Let’s enjoy this.”

Azzi grinned, her fingers trailing lightly up and down Paige’s arms, knowing the blonde liked it a little too much. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to be serious,” she teased. “I can’t help but want to mess with you a little.”

Paige felt a blush creep up her neck. “Azzi, come on…”

Azzi’s smile widened. “What? I’m just having a bit of fun. You like it, don’t you?” She leaned in, her lips brushing against Paige’s ear. “Admit it.” Her fingers slip under the hem of Paige’s shirt, tracing patterns on her skin.

Paige’s eyes fluttered shut, her head tilting back. “Maybe,” she admitted reluctantly.

Azzi’s laughter was soft and warm. “Thought so.” She moved even closer, her body pressing against Paige’s.

Paige tried to steady her breath. “I didn’t like seeing you with that freshman,” She confessed softly, looking away.

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that what this is about? You were jealous?”

Paige's blush deepened. “Maybe.”

Azzi chuckled, her breath warm against Paige’s neck. “You don’t have to worry about him. He’s just a kid.” Her lips brushed Paige’s ear again. “Besides, I only have eyes for you.”

Paige's heart skipped a beat. “Really?”

“Really,” Azzi whispered, her lips trailing down to Paige’s collarbone. “You’re the one I want, Paige. Always have been.”

Paige’s breath got caught as Azzi’s lips met hers again, more passionately this time. The jealousy, the confusion, it all melted away. This was what she wanted, what she needed. And finally, they were on the same page.

Azzi, feeling the effect she had over Paige, decided to push a little further. “You know,” she murmured against Paige’s lips, “seeing you all worked up was kind of a turn-on.”

Paige’s eyes widened. “Azzi…”

“What?” Azzi’s grin was wicked at this point. “I like knowing no one else can have this kind of effect on you but me.”

Paige’s breath came faster, her pulse pounding in her ears. “You’re unbelievable.”

Azzi’s hand slid lower, making Paige gasp. “Admit it. You love it when I tease you.”

She could barely form words, her thoughts were a mush of everything. “I… I do,” she finally managed, her voice barely a whisper.

"Good girl.”

Paige was helpless to resist, surrendering completely to Azzi. 

[abiatackerman]

Everything for peace, for humanity

Warnings: Angst

"You look.... Nice."

You smile sadly as you watch Levi in his wedding suit.

"You'll scare the guests off if you're gonna keep that scowl on your face. Try to smile. It's your wedding day. Don't ruin your soon to be wife's day at least."

You say as Levi’s eyes flicker to meet yours, his usual stoic expression unwavering. That is a look you know all too well. Still, you know you are right, he has to at least try to look the slightest bit happy, even if he clearly doesn’t want to.

"I actually didn't want to come here today... To your wedding."

You chuckle as you speak even though your heart is bleeding.

"But we're colleagues, we've been working together for a long time. As a member of the Survey Corps, I had to come."

You smile as you look at him dreamily, leaning on the door.

Oh how bad you imagined that how he would look on his wedding day. You knew he would look handsome. And he's looking handsome too. More than you imagined.

But the difference is he's marrying a beautiful girl from a powerful family of Marley instead of you. To make a truce between the Paradise island and Marley.

For peace. For humanity.

Levi slowly takes a few steps closer to you, his eyes fixed firmly on yours, his voice is low and rough.

"And yet, you still came here."

The sight of you leaning against the door, smiling at him with that look in your eyes, is too much to handle. His heart is pounding painfully in his chest, a feeling he knows all too well.

"I just wanted to see the grumpy-rude-scary captain, who is known as humanity's strongest soldier, to get married."

You say still smiling as your eyes tears up.

"Anyway... You didn't want me to come?"

You say blinking your eyes as Levi’s expression hardens. At the sight of the tears beginning to form in your eyes, his jaw tightens. He can practically feel his heart beginning to crack.

He can’t stand the sight, nor can't he stand the thought of you thinking he didn’t want you here. Which is true... He didn’t want you to be here. It hurts to see you.

"Of course I don’t want you here."

He says, his voice is cold, harsh. You chuckle sadly.

"Don't worry, I'll leave before you get married then. I was just hoping to see you in your wedding dress actually. I wanted to take a peek at you."

You try to sound funny like you always used to. You point at his tie.

"You're used to wearing cravats. You shouldn't be wearing a tie. Look, it's messed up."

Levi’s eyes flicker down to look at the messed up tie, the tie that his fiancé and her family had insisted he wear for the occasion. He hates it. He hates the way it feels around his neck, he hates the way it looks like it is being strangled around his throat, he hates to wear it. He lets out a quiet scoff.

"I’d much prefer to wear a damn cravat but apparently this is what she wanted."

You feel jealousy hitting you like a brick of a truck. You never once told Levi to change his appearance or anything just because you thought he'd look good in that way. You never wanted him to change. Now he's already changing himself for another girl... Who's not you?

"You should have told her to teach you how to wear it then. It's messed up."

You say in a jealous tone as Levi's chest aches in response. He knows this is difficult for you, he knows you are unhappy with his decision, but what can he do? The deal had already been done. There is no going back now.

Everything is for peace. For humanity.

"She did teach me, but it doesn’t matter."

He says, his voice comes out as a grumble as he undoes the tie, tossing it on the nearby desk instead.

"I hate these damn things. Stupid useless pieces of fabric."

You smile softly hearing his curses.

You'll miss it. You'll miss his grumpy behaviours, his rude-insulting words... His glare to the every male cadet who wanted to be close with you. His scent, kisses, touches, bites, thrusts, whispers, "I love you"s.... Calling you doll, Y/N, brat...

You'll miss him... Everything about him.

"I have one final request."

You clear your throat to prevent your voice from cracking and speak professionally.

"And that is?"

Levi looks at you, his expression is cold and stoic as usual but his eyes are filled with pain.

A part of him is selfishly happy to see you suffering, the other part of him wants to pull you into his arms and never let you go, to tell you that he wants you, he loves you. But that isn’t something he can't do now. He has to watch you walk away.

"I want to be your child's godmother. And I want your wife to be my patient when she gets pregnant. I want to be the doctor and the first person who'll pull your child out of your wife's ovary into this world."

You say calmly as Levi’s eyes widened. Not only do you want to be the godmother of his child with another woman who isn’t you, but also you do want to be the one to deliver his child.

A pained expression crosses his face as he realizes what you are asking for. He takes a step towards you, his eyes searching your face.

"You’re asking me... To let you witness me having a happy family... With another woman?"

You roll your eyes, desperately trying to stop your tears from falling.

"I just want to see your kids growing up and want to be the first person who'll see your kid's face. That's it."

Levi is silent for a few moments, his eyes never leaving your face. Despite how badly he wants to lash out, to be angry, he can’t. The way you are looking at him, the raw emotions behind your words... He can’t be angry at you. With a sigh, he takes another step closer to you and slowly reaches out and grabs your waist, pulling you closer.

"You’re masochistic. You know that?"

You pull yourself back from him, pushing his hand away.

"The last thing I want you to be a cheater, Levi."

You say with a soft tone as you look up to him. Levi’s eyes flicker over your face as you pull his hand away from you, his fingers slightly curled as he tries to reach out for you but manages to restrain himself. He wants to reach out for you, to take you back into his arms but he knows he isn’t allowed.

"Watching me raise a family, watch another woman have my children, you truly want to subject yourself to that kind of torture?"

He tries to keep his expression neutral, but the coldness of his eyes fades slightly. You shake your head.

"No... It definitely won't be painful for me to watch your kids growing up."

You smile softly looking up at the ceiling as you lean on the door completely.

"I just want to be a part of their life. That's it. Though it totally depends on you to accept my request."

Levi’s gaze softens slightly at your response, his eyes watching as you look up to the ceiling, he wants to reach out for you, to grab you and pull you into his arms, to lean his head down and press kisses along your neck and whisper soothing words in your ear.

But he can't....

He lets out a soft sigh, his expression darkens again as he spoke.

"Of course it depends on me to accept your request, you idiot. And you’re crazy if you think I’m going to say yes to you basically being the third wheel in my family."

You feel his words stabbing your bleeding heart making you hurt more. Bleed more. Third wheel? Your face twitches at his insults.

"Ok... As you wish."

You smile fakely as you open the door.

"Congratulations to your marriage, Levi Ackerman. I hope you'll have a happy life."

You say smiling softly as you take your last look at him again. Last look at him as "Your Levi" And everything starts to flash in front of your eyes.

Your first meeting, funny fights, him saving you from death, you treating his wounds, your first kiss, first confession, first time making love, the amazing time you two have spent with each other.

Tears start to fall on your cheeks as you close the door slowly. You sigh as you start to walk away with heavy breaths.

But if you would have looked back once again.... Maybe you could have seen the drop of tear falling from his dry eyes.

Just like you, he's not happy with his marriage. He never will.

But both of you are the previous members of the survey corps. You guys know very well what the pain of sacrifices is... You all have sacrificed a lot. And that's why neither Levi or you opposed to this marriage.

Because humanity means everything to you. If peace will be ensured by sacrificing love... You both will gladly accept that. No matter how much that's gonna hurt you both.

Everything is for peace.... For humanity...

Masterlist

[starfxkr]

trailer park!jj harshly fucking trailer park!reader’s ass after he caught her flirting with other guys (as if he didn’t fuck another woman ???) then he’s wondering why she’s bawling her eyes out cause it’s not just pain💀

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you couldn't even stand up straight on your own, if it weren't for the hold he had on your neck there's doubt you would have collapsed.

"you think you can fuckin step out on me? huh? who else gonna take care of you, can't nobody fuck you like i can." jj said that as a brag, like you hadn't caught him fucking someone else when you walked past her trailer.

you tried to brush it off this time, wanting to give him a taste of his on medicine by flirting with another guy while leaning against jj's truck no less.

it worked, but the risk highly outweighed the reward.

because now here you were, with jj's thick cock in your ass and a hand on your throat as he fucked you in front of the door--leaving it half cracked so anyone walking past could hear.

"i hate you, get-get the fuck off me you fucking pervert!" you were sobbing now, because he always did this--acted like he wanted you and was the only one for you before going off and fucking someone else.

but he wasn't listening, rubbing your clit harshly until you were forced to cum, teeth gritted as you forced your moans into sharp grunts because you didn't wanna give jj the satisfaction.

it's not like he cared, cumming in your ass with a loud groan and kissing the top of your head as he pulls on, only not noticing you're still crying.

"what's the matter? i ain't hurt you did i sweet pea lemme check." he drops to his knees, spreading your ass cheeks as he checks to make sure you were okay before kissing the dimple on your lower back, "you look fine, why're you doin all that cryin then hm?"

when jj gets back up, he picks you up in one swoop, carrying you to the bathroom so he could run you a hot bath, and sitting in there with you as the basin filled.

jj could be so sweet sometimes, it made it easy to forget how often he broke your heart.

[basilpaste]

was talkin to some pals about it so... imagine loop nille post game friendship in your mind.

(755 words below.)

You are out of Dormont. For the first time you can remember with any clarity... you're free. Are you free? What does that even look like. There's still a weight in your chest, still a burning star where your heart should be. Still just a star where something resembling the hollow corpse of a human once was.

You go. You flee. It's what you're good at, isn't it? Hiding away from all of your problems, putting on a show, becoming someone else? Nothing you've ever done has given you any reason to believe that would change. Stardust's "it's thanks to you" was a nice sentiment, but...

You're on the road. You move quickly, now. It's not as though you need to eat. Or to sleep, really. You're more of an idea than a person, after all! So it's easy to move, to keep going, to not stop until your body gives out on you.

You head for the coast. You follow no maps, no roads, just moving on instinct. Just following the brightest star in the sky. You try not to think about why doing so seems so simple. If you do, you'll lose it. You head for the coast, as if tugged along by some invisible string. Or by anything else that doesn't bring to mind a pull on your stomach.

You head for the coast. And eventually you do not just head for it, you make it there. You stare into the sky on the shore of a town you did not pay attention to the name of. You can see an island in the distance.

That place is gone. You know that. Of course you do. You can't spend forever searching for a place that does not want to be found. You can't waste your life on remembering something that can't be remembered.

Yet, still... you look to the brightest star, how it hangs above a place the world forgot. And you mourn. You bend down, grabbing a handful of darkless sand in your lightless fist, and toss the powder-stone into the sky. It hangs like dust in the air for a moment that feels eternal, and then plumets into the sea.

That is the moment you meet her.

"Hey there, stranger. What brings you to town?"

You spin on your heel, water lapping at your ankles. For a moment, it's like you've seen a ghost. For a moment, it's like seeing a vision of the future.

A young woman stares down at you, an eyebrow raised. Her hair is split into twin braids, she slings an oversized hammer over one shoulder. When she smiles at you, you see a face much younger than her own.

You are possessed by the urge to run away. To vanish into the night, to dive into the inky water and to never, ever resurface. Instead you plant your feet into the sand and wave as casually as you can bear to manage.

"Who, me? Just... ah... Fishing."

She laughs. Her shoulders shake with it, eyes crinkling into something fond. She looks weary far beyond her years despite it.

"Well." She says, putting a hand on her hip, "I'm not sure how much luck you're gonna get with your hands, stranger. Not unless you're trying to find a tidepool."

... Ah. Yes. You suppose you didn't think your little excuse through. You know that. You know how to fish. You did, once. You're not stupid.

"Hah! How true." You say. You can hear it fall flat.

She sizes you up. Despite yourself, you feel suddenly very exposed. What a strange stranger you are, right? Not even human. Most rational people keep a healthy distance from you. Some assume that you're merely a Sadness. You suppose that's not too far from the truth.

"It's late." She tells you after a long moment. "Bambouche is plenty welcoming. Don't stand in the sand all night."

A moment of understanding seizes you. You look at this woman and see something familiar. Not like before, no, something far more personal. Like a tidepool distorting your reflection.

She is asking you to stay. You've already made it to the shore, what reason do you have to flee? You look at her. She looks right back. You swear that you can see your eyes reflected in her own.

"Alright."

She grins and gestures for you to follow. You don't even have to think about it. Despite everything... you are still being led.

"You got a name, Stranger?"

You don't.

"Loop." You say.

"Pétronille."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

You Make Me Wanna 4

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, best friend’s dad trope other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You don't hear from Faye. You don't expect to. Can you blame her? You're much happier with your absentee dad than an overbearing brute like hers. And it's fair to assume you snitched her out, why would she suspect her own father of tracking her phone? 

That's deranged. Truly. Once more, you're thankful that no one really cares enough to be strict with you. Sometimes you swear your mom forgets she even has kids. 

She's on the porch that day when you leave for work. You have the green grocery store blouse on with a pair of thrift store slacks that don't breathe. It's hot out and many of your neighbours are hiding inside with their window fans and raggedy old AC units buzzing. Some kids run through a sprinkler at the end of the street and two men drink cold ones on their stoop.

The block can be shady but it's home to you. The few times Faye came around were fleeting. She only stopped by to pick you up or drop you off. You often caught the look in her face, that one of judgment but pity. 

You don't hold it against her. She can't help the gap between you. You've accepted your place. You'll ruin your arches slaving away as a cashier and she would have stopped talking to you anyway once she finished school. Frankly, you're surprised she hasn't already. 

A honk makes you jump. You stop short as a car pulls up in front of you before you can cross. You back up as you recognise the finish. You cross your arms. What the hell? 

You go to circle around the back of the car and he shifts into reverse. You huff and he rolls forward as you go back the other way. You stop and stomp your foot. The window rolls down on your side. 

"Mr. Marshall, I'm on my way to work," you grit.  

"You? Work?" He says. 

Your rage simmers and you measure your breath. He's not going to ruin your day. You stand still and stare over his car. 

"Some of us have to," you sniff, "isn't that what you always said?" 

"Didn't realise you listen to me," he scoffs. 

"Are you going to let me pass?" You snip. 

He's quiet as he idles by the corner. He leans over the passenger seat to see you better, "you got home safe." 

"Don't act like you care," you retort, "alright? If you're looking for Faye, I haven't heard from her. Besides, don't you have GPS?" 

"I didn't say anything about Faye," he insists. 

You curl your fingers as your frustration mounts, "then why are you bothering me?" 

"I'm on duty. Was in the neighbourhood," he says coolly. 

"Right, sure," you mutter and check your phone. 

"Gonna be late? Hop in." 

"You're not serious. After last time--" 

You stop yourself. Why is he doing this? He just wants a rise out of you but why? Why do you matter to him? He only ever thought of you as a bad influence for his angel of a daughter. They can both piss off. 

"You really don't let things go," he chuckles. 

"Speak for yourself," you sneer. 

"So... this your neighbourhood?" 

You turn on your heel and cross the other way. You're done. You're not going to stand there and be mocked. Maybe if he ever asked instead of glaring and growling, he'd know more than he assumed. 

You don’t look back and he doesn’t follow. You’re happy at least for that. You get your fair share of jackasses at work, one on the way is too much. 

🌙

Your shift drags on. You’re thankful for the air conditioning but not the work. Customers barter over the cost of potatoes or complain that you’re out of their preferred seasoning. You try to look like you care but that’s the hardest part of the job. 

The dinnertime rush peters out and you lean on your till. Brandy goes to stock the shelves with Ricky as Ariel texts away on her phone. The monotony is set to drive you crazy, that and the dad rock wafting from the speakers and droning through the mostly empty aisles. 

You pore over an Archie comic as the seconds tick by. You’re only taken away from Riverdale as you sense a shadow at the end of your lane. You stand up and close the magazine, tucking it back on the shelf. You nearly let your disappointment bubble out to sigh as you recognise your customer. 

Walter sets down a glass bottle of root beer and one of the ready-made meals from the deli. You don’t say a word as you push them across the scanner and to the other side of your till. You hit total. 

“Cash or credit?” 

He doesn’t answer. He steps close to the other side of the till and looks over easily at you. You squint back with derision. 

“Sir, you gotta pay--” 

“Is it any good?” He points to the tray of rice and fixings on the far end of the till. “The General Tao chicken? Don’t want crunchy rice.” 

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I can put it back on the shelf if you don’t want it.” 

“If you had to recommend something--” 

“I don’t eat that stuff. Too pricey,” you focus on keeping your eyes from rolling back in your head. 

“Sure, still cheaper than the burger joint across the lot,” he takes out his wallet, “long day. I’m starving.” 

You tap the machine to signal him to pay. He taps his card and you print his receipt. You place it on top of the tray of chicken and rice and reach for the Archie comic once more. 

“So you haven’t heard from Faye?” He asks. 

“I knew--” you stop yourself, “no, Mr. Marshall,” you lean back and open the book, fluttering through to find your page, “she isn’t my daughter.” 

He lets a breath out heavily through his nostrils. He grabs his soda and the chicken. You ignore him for the antics of Jughead, his existence lingering just along the edge of your vision before slowly stalking off. 

You can’t help but wonder why he’s looking for Faye and if she’s okay. 

[ibetonlosinghuskies]

patience and pleasure pt 2

summary: paige and azzi struggle with their unspoken feelings towards each other leading up to their last game.

warnings: slight angst, suggestive language.

disclaimer: everything i write is a work of fiction, any and all similarities to real life is not intentional!

word count: 1.6k +

author’s note: thank you for all the love on pt 1, i love y’all sm!! 💕

paige's pov:

of course i had my makeup bag. it never leaves my backpack actually.

azzi had only done my makeup a few times before, and it really does look better when she does it. but that's not the reason i asked her.

i've known azzi's signature lip gloss since we were sixteen. i've lost count of how many tubes i've gone through myself, telling myself it was just because i liked the flavor. but deep down, i knew.

the shade, the shine, the scent, it all belonged to her.

i guess i just wanted her on my lips.

something about the way she put it on me made my stomach flip.

azzi always gets this really serious look on her face when she was focused. it's especially apparent when she's on the court. once i see her put that face on, god bless anyone who comes in her way.

her consistency followed her off the court also. her fixed gaze on my lips when she applied my makeup. immersed in her own concentration, i took the time to study her.

i knew pretending to "forget" my makeup bag would give me time to admire her. as this being our last game, i don't know how many of these moments we have left.

and just when i had my opportunity...i froze. being with azzi sometimes made it feel like time was standing still. but this, this was different.

i'm still not over it. her lips meeting my skin, her soft breath against my face, the smell of her perfume.

i could melt in her arms if she let me.

following her out of tunnel, i licked a bit of her lip gloss off the side of my mouth.

that's one way to taste her.

lazily, i let my eyes outline her body as she walked with a swift confidence.

i can't believe i left her clueless. my sweet, shy girl finally made a move and i gave her nothing??

i need to say something to her, but my mind is blank, tongue-tied by the weight of her kiss.

azzi's pov:

i sped out of the tunnel trying not to think about how awkward i was. paige trails behind me, walking a bit faster to try to keep my pace. 

i can't believe myself. i've gone years without acting on these types of thoughts. and now, on our last game and i went and made it awkward. what if i made her uncomfortable? and here i was calling her the softie...

just then, i get that familiar feeling—the same one i get when paige is about to pass to me on the court. even when she's not looking, i can feel her burn for me. i know she’s about to say something, i can almost feel the words form on her lips.

i reach the end of the tunnel, where fans scream and whistle. finally catching up, paige walks shoulder to shoulder with me.

the sound of shoe soles on the court, chirping like morning birds. booming chants and whistles blend together in an overwhelming mass. herds of fans reach for her, arms outstretched in longing. the amount of times they chant her name, it starts to feel like it's not even a real word anymore. their rhythmic chorus engulfing everything around us.

my gaze shifts to her face. and just like that—everything stops.

the same noise that was pulsing through me just moments ago quiets to a soft hum. but with the look on paige's face, you'd think she couldn’t even hear them at all. a slight smile across her lips, the kind of smile you’d miss if you blinked. her eyes flicker across my face as if searching for something.

paige's pov:

every time i look at azzi it's like seeing her for the first time.

my ribs cave in like a dying star, heartbeat pounding. my body sings for her.

her beauty is devastating. it wrecks me every time.

she parts her lips slightly when she catches me staring. all i can hear is the stillness in her breath. soothing like a lullaby, she inhales sharply pulling me in with just a breath.

i quickly shift my gaze the crowd before she can meet my eyes. 

“PAIGE, OVER HERE. I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN,” a college aged girl shouts. 

i look up to see a girl decked out in head-to-toe uconn merch. my jersey across her chest as she leans down to me.

i absolutely adore my fans, it gets exhausting at times but i’d never let them see it.

i reach up to sign the girl's jersey. she’s rambling about something but i’m only thinking about how azzi is standing right behind us. i feel bad for being inattentive but i don’t want to waste a minute tonight not looking at her.

especially not when she looks this good.

as an apology, i shoot the girl a wink as i hand the marker back. “thanks for coming, ‘preciate it,” i say to her.

eagerly, i turn to find azzi, but she’s already at the bench.

god, i hope she isn’t still worried about what happened in the locker room. why didn't i say anything to her?

once i reach the bench, i quickly scan her face. i’ve studied her for years, i could recall every dimple, every scar, every freckle. our teammates think azzi is hard to read, but i think she pretty transparent if you know her well enough.

her discipline shows in her demeanor, with a stoic expression.

this time, though, it’s different. this isn’t her normal look, something’s bothering her. she's blinking faster than normal, her eyes darting from viewpoint to viewpoint, unsure where to land. i'm desperate to soothe her, to fix this.

i take a seat next to her on the bench as geno goes over plays. luckily, he’s facing one of my teammates to explain something so i take the opportunity to inch my hand closer to hers. hyperfocused on the small space between us, i finally meet her skin. the muscles in my hand go slack when i feel her.

i give in so easily to her, my god.

my pinky traces the familiar ridges of her knuckles. i can draw the lines on her hands from memory. a heat builds in my fingertips, i need more.

i brush my pinky finger against hers to attempt to soothe whatever she’s thinking about.

c'mon azzi, look at me. get out of your head.

her finger twitches slightly underneath mine.

was that intentional?

i search her expression like it will give me the answer. i look closely for a small smile, a furrowing of her eyebrows, a slower blink.

something, azzi, give me something.

i feel inebriated by my own desperation, but i swear i see her eyes soften for a moment. but still, she’s not here. whatever she’s thinking about, she’s in it deep.

i feel the muscles in her hand relax, and she lets me sink further, slightly interlacing our fingers. finally giving me an inch of surrender. before i can get a grip on her hand, geno turns around. with a swiftness that stings, azzi snaps her hand back into her lap.

i have to take a moment to adjust from her absence. her warmth slowly leaves my hand and i swear i feel my bones ache for her.

azzi’s pov:

paige reaches up to sign her jersey, resting a hand respectfully atop the girls chest. 

a jealousy submerges my mind as i watch, flooding my veins. it's instinctive and all-consuming. i hate the way i want to pull them apart. knees locked, i'm paralyzed by my own envy, choking on words i have no right to say.

you’d think i’d be accustomed to this by now but i’m not. paige is so deserving of all the love she gets from her fans. they see a small part of what i’ve seen in her since we were fifteen. but that’s the part of her i don’t want to share.

sometimes i just wish i could have her all to myself. i know she’s not even mine to keep.

i take a deep breath and try to control my expressions but i break when i see her wink at the girl. my brow creases slightly and i feel my breath stop. my face must have reflected my anger because the girl looks at me confused.

i snap my eyes to the floor and speed walk towards the bench.

i was so stupid for thinking that i could have her. i’ll always have to share her with the world. there’s so much of her to love, i was foolish to think i could handle the weight of fully knowing her.

when she meets me at the bench, i feel her eyes draw patterns around my face.

i need to get these silly thoughts out of my mind. i’ve been able to control myself for years when i thought about her like this. i know better…i just need to-

my thoughts cease when i feel her pinky finger brush over my knuckles. her delicate touch. she's cautious with me like she's approaching a wild animal.

my first instinct is to grab her hand entirely, to plead for more. i freeze caught between wanting to pull away or never let go. my body betrays me and my finger twitches underneath hers.

i can’t let myself get attached to her. i’ll be playing this game forever. i can’t handle the pressure of sharing her with everyone.

i feel her fingers sway across my knuckles like tree branches in the wind. i fight the urge to let her kind touch sedate me. but despite my best efforts, muscles start to relax.

is this girl trying to kill me? she’s playing with me. really, i know how she is. i can’t let myself get my hopes up.

when i see geno turn back to face us, i snap my hand back into my lap.

no attachments, i need to keep it casual.

[midnights-cosmic]

Iced Coffee

Jeong Yunho x F!Reader

They said Cupid's Coffee Station has a magic of bringing people together. Yunho happened to take a liking on it ever since it opened right across KQ Entertainment's building. And he also happened to meet you in there. Will the magic work?

Not yet proofread. I apologize for some mistakes in advance.

"Where's Yunho?" Mingi asked when the rest of the members walked in the practice room. Yunho has been in and out of practice room since since this morning. This routine of his started about two weeks ago.

Wooyoung laughed, "He said he likes the coffee across the street."

Mingi raised an eyebrow. "Is he... You?"

Wooyoung shrugged his shoulder with a smile on his face.

"Ready to leave, everyone?" Hongjoong, who just finished stuffing his bag, asked. "Where's Yunho?"

"Across the street." Mingi and Wooyoung answered at the same time. Hongjoong scoffed, shaking his head. Mingi was getting suspicious. What's his friend been doing at the newly opened coffee shop?

Cupid's Coffee Station — Your go-to café ever since you started attending Hongik University. It's one of those café's your college friends can't stop talking about. According to one of your classmates, this café has magic. Solely because it has a power of bringing people together. And by 'bringing people together', what she meant is setting up the most unlikely couples.

You almost laughed, hearing her voice in your head. That does sound ridiculous, doesn't it?

But who are you to talk? Curiousity got the best of you anyway. Here you are every day, every after class, even during weekends.You've seen a few of your friends meeting someone at this place, yet here you are, a regular, and still hasn't met anyone.

Magic. Right, who believes in magic anyway. Just because Cupid's name is in this café doesn't mean his arrow is in every corner of this room too. Or maybe you're just not meant to meet anyone, really. You shook you head. "If I don't meet anyone here, that just means there's no magic in this café. Simple." You murmured under your breath, your books colliding at the floral table mats.

It wasn't the first time Yunho saw you talk to yourself. He can tell that you're annoyed, or perhaps just exhausted, even though he couldn't hear the words coming out of your lips. He truly wishes he could just ask, but he is not at all confident in his ability to do so. Although, honestly speaking, he'd probably had the courage if his members were with him.

Wooyoung

We're getting coffees too :))

Yunho

-_-

Wooyoung

Mingi is curious :P

You were taken aback by the assortment of pastries available at the counter, most of them were usually sold out by now. You felt your mouth water at the sight and you wanted to taste every dish. From the croissant's golden hue to the strawberry tart's vibrant red color to the noisette's lovely swirls of chocolate.

Yunho

= __ =''

However, the lone blueberry muffin on the side was calling for your attention.

You contemplated over the numerous options for a while before settling on the one and only muffin. You're craving that blueberry flavor for some reason. Although a blueberry tart would have been a better option (which is sadly not available), the muffin will do the trick.

With a pair of tongs, you reached over the muffin, only to have your hand collide with another one. Chills ran down your spine as you felt the shock of electricity against your skin.

Your eyes met the prettiest eyes you've seen in a while. "Sorry. I didn't notice you're reaching for it too." You apologized.

You felt small under his gaze. He's too handsome to be standing near me. Am I even allowed to breathe the same air as this man?

"You can take it, it's fine." He smiled. You swore you could melt at this moment.

You took the blueberry muffin. The door chimes ring and a few voices from inside the quiet cafe can be heard as you both choose a second pastry. Yunho tensed next to you and let out a heavy sigh.

"Yunho-yah~"

While you push forward to the barista to order your drink, you watch from your peripheral how Yunho gets mobbed by his friends. "Who are you with?" and "You've been here for an hour and you're just eating now?" are some of the jokes they were making, but Yunho shut them all up.

"Ma'am?" Your cheeks flushed, watching the barista wave his hands in front of your face. "May I have your drink?"

"Right. Uhm, I'll take an iced coffee, please. Two shots of espresso." That was what you need. You need to boost your energy level and your focus. And an iced coffee might just help you with that.

You settled back into your seat after paying for your order. Glancing around, you realized that you have a full view of Yunho, sitting beside his friend; the one that keeps teasing him earlier.

You refrained yourself from grinning. It's amusing to see how shorter the other guy is compared to him, but Yunho is the one that's getting made fun of. You can tell that the other guys are joining in on the fun even though they have their backs to you. Yunho continued rolling his eyes and shaking his head, particularly when he was being nudged.

You admire his patience. Could never be me. You thought.

Ever since that day, your encounters with Yunho has been frequent. You also noticed yourself having a habit of admiring him from afar. Most of the time, Yunho would be there before you. And the rare occasions that you'll come before him, you'd see him still head in the same corner and same seat. Pen in hand, notebook on the table.

"You're heading home?" While you were stuffing your bag with everything, your friend asked. Friday, the last exam, has just concluded. But you wanted to complete your research on Contemporary Art by Sunday.

"Not really, but I need to finish my research." You mentioned.

She slumped her shoulders and pouted. "You're no fun." A smile slipped through her lips. "Is it a guy? You met someone in the café, haven't you?"

You snickered. "Right. Magical coffee shop, blah blah blah. Nope. I just love their pastries."

Your friend hummed, teasingly. Her eyes shooting lasers at you. "He's probably handsome."

"Wh-"

"FIneeeeeee. If you can't go, I won't force you. But don't forget to introduce him to me." She winked, grabbing her bag then giving you a kiss on the cheek. "I think I might know who he is." She bumped her hips to yours.

You staggered back to your table, eyes squinted. "Whatever." You chuckled.

Cupid's Coffee Station

You tilted your head, blinking at the new LED outdoor sign of the cafe. It was blinking red and pink. There was never a day it wasn't lit, but it was just a simple white LED light. This time around, the colored LED confused you.

The chimes tinkled when you walked in. You were even more perplexed when you see how empty the cafe is. All your favorite pastries lined the counter, not even one of them missing.

Wait, isn't it Friday? Shouldn't there be more people here? You shake your head. It's probably one of those days where sales are slow... Is it? I don't know!

You pinched yourself back to reality and placed your bag on your seat. Same old routine; books on the table, sketch pad, laptop, and your collection of pens that only one is used for the whole year.

After a few minutes of writing down your thoughts about the painting you have chosen for your research. You started craving for caffeine. Iced coffee. Yep, that's what you've decided to get again.

"Hello! Welcome to Cupid's Coffee Station!" You were caught off by the new barista. This time, the barista is a middle-aged man and has a bright smile on his face. Where's the other guy?

"Sorry, something came up for my nephew so this old man—" pointing at himself, "—has to step in again in his own café."

Oh, he's the owner. Silly me. You gave him a smile in return. "I'd like an iced coffee, please."

"Two shots of espresso." You both said at the same time.

Okay? What?—

"I apologize once again. I also like iced coffee with two shots of espresso."

You bit the inside of your cheek, stopping yourself from questioning the owner. As he makes your drink, you decided to grab a plate and a pair of tongs. That was weird, really. You couldn't even count on your head how many times you shook your head today. You just brushed off the strange sensation on your shoulders.

Finally! A blueberry tart. You've been waiting for it for the past few days. For some reason, the tart at school doesn't satisfy your cravings.

"I'll also take this." You paid for your order and made your way back to your area. You turned back to face the man after placing your orders on the table. His hands were cleaning and wiping the table. The coffee thing is probably just a coincidence and nothing to overthink about. Honestly speaking, there's probably a million people out there who also likes iced coffee with two shots of espresso.

It's not a big deal, Y/N. Chill.

Work. He's been working for a total of thirteen hours. The joy Yunho felt was unexplainable when Hongjoong called it a day. He threw his head back, stretching and relaxing his muscles. Once his bag is packed and ready, Yunho excused himself and told his members that he'll be at the café.

"Well, you can just call manager-hyung to pick you up later." Yeosang said, yawning in the process. The members who were looking at him followed in suit. "I'm tired as hell."

"I'm heading home, too. I wanna sleep so baddd~" Wooyoung fussed, hugging San, who was sitting beside him on the floor.

"Make sure to call—" Mingi was cut off when the door closed behind Yunho. He looked at Hongjoong, expecting him to be just as upset as he is. "Hyung! Did you see that?"

All he got was a few laughter from his friends and a pat in the back by Seonghwa and San. "That asshole." Mingi laughed anyway.

Red, pink, white, pink, red, pink, white,...

Has this led light always been colored? Yunho thought. That's unusual.

"Hello! Welcome to Cupid's Coffee Station!" A man greeted him.

Yunho was greeted by the sweet and savory scent of the pastries. He was amazed how many are lining the counters.

He can feel his body slumping from tiredness. So, anything pastry is not on his list today. He's just here to get a coffee.

Yunho's brow raised, looking behind the man and trying to locate the regular barista that serves him. "Nephew's out today, bud. What can I get for you?"

Yunho thought of the many options in his head that he wants. "One red eye, please."

"Great choice! It's been a long day, huh?" The man conversed.

"Today is extra stressful." Yunho smiled, politely.

"It probably is." The man replied, "Thank God, the cafe's empty today. You need that space and rest."

Yunho surveyed the area. This cafe has never seemed so empty to him. Considering that it's Friday, there should be a ton of people enjoying their last day of work and students hanging out.

While Yunho was happy to be able to unwind in his favorite place, he was also sympathetic to the owner. Even though low sales only occur occasionally, it most likely hurt small businesses big time.

Yunho bowed. "Thank you."

"Here's you drink."

Yunho offered his card to pay. The man swiped it quickly and handed it back.

"Enjoy your coffee and stay."

Yunho was striding towards his regular spot when he noticed a table marker placed on the table. Table reserved. He looked around.

Reserved? When the café's empty?? Yunho chose the next nearest table but it's also marked as reserved.

Your steps were extra silent walking towards the very confused Yunho. He was so tall compared to you. So much taller. With light taps on his arms, you greeted him. His back turned, looking even more baffled than ever. Yunho's eyes widened at the sight of you.

You watched Yunho pace back and forth while holding his wooden tray. Brows raised, you try to peak why he's not sitting down. You saw that every table that was vacant was marked as reserved.

Is this why the cafe's empty?

After minutes of contemplating, you built up your courage to walk up to Yunho.

You muster up a smile, "Hi. Uhm... I— Well, you see... I was—"

Yunho observed your stuttering speech. Your cheeks flushed and your eyes refused to meet his gaze. His brain was too cloudy to listen to what you were saying. It was like everything was silent and all he could see was you, standing in front of him with moving lips. His mind is blurred, the words you were speaking were not being processed in his head.

"If that's okay with you." You said.

Yunho blinked, "Sorry? I didn't hear what you said.” He cleared his throat, another silent sorry slipping through his lips.

"You can sit with me. It seems like my table's the only one available right now. Everything seems to be reserved..." You trailed. The both of you looked around and agreed with each other silently.

"Uh yeah. Sure. Thank you so much." Yunho smiled. “I really appreciate it.”

Despite every table being reserved, no one else came in. You were silently hoping for at least one customer to arrive. You and Yunho sat there in silence; him occasionally sipping on his drink and scrolling through his phone, while you, on the other hand, tried your best to conceal most of your face on your laptop’s screen.

Every now and then, you would draw something on your sketchbook and analyze your own techniques, before returning to typing absentmindedly for your paperwork. 

You can feel Yunho’s stare sometimes. You’ve seen how he fidgets, mouth twitching as if he wants to talk to you. 

Time passed by quickly yet slowly at the same time. At one point, Yunho has asked you if you were an art student. You shyly replied, yes. And from that, the conversation flowed naturally.

"I'm really bad at drawing." Yunho grimaced.

"Oh come on! You can't be that bad!" You assured, pushing the sketchbook further to his side.

A sigh escaped Yunho's lips, but the corner of his lips turned when he gently grab the pencil from your fingertips. "If you say so."

You could see Yunho drew a circle, then curves surrounding the initial shape he made. He then drew a straight line down, followed by an extremely snaky leaves.

You couldn't help but laugh when he added glow and stars around the flower. "You know, you could've just drawn butterflies. That would make more sense."

Yunho shook his head. "Nope, this is a glowing flower."

"See! You can draw!"

"Fortunately, I do believe that you haven't seen my worst drawings." Yunho dropped the pencil, and picked up his phone. After a mere second, his phone screen was on your face.

You put your hand to your mouth to stop the laughter before it could escape. "You drew that?" You asked in disbelief. Let's just say that it was the most interesting drawing of a giraffe you have ever seen.

"Are you heading home?" Yunho asked, helping you with the scattered colored pencils on the table.

"Yeah, I'll be taking a bus." The both of you didn't notice the time. Before you even knew it, it's running almost 9 in the evening.

Yunho looked worried, but you muffle out your laughter. "It's fine, Yunho. I live quite near anyway. Just thirty minutes away." You explained. "Plus, you said you have a schedule tomorrow. If I remember correctly, Mingi said call time is 6 AM." You teased.

He had told you about his group, most especially his best friend, Song Mingi.

"I can drop you off?" It was like Yunho was asking himself more than you.

A large black car pulled up and parked directly in front of the large glass front door before you had a chance to decline. The owner of the cafe appeared unexpectedly next to you and Yunho, making you both flinch in his presence.

"I hope you enjoyed your stay!" He greeted with the biggest smile on his face.

You had to smile back at him because of his contagious smile. Even though he was intimidating when you first arrived, you can now sense his sincerity and kindness. Not to add, he asked your table if you needed anything else at all, and your table partner requested a refill for his red eye. Which resulted to you and Yunho having more conversation to discuss and random things to tease each other about.

"I hope to see you together again here in Cupid's Coffee Station."

The both of you thanked him. The owner opened the door and bid you safe travel.

Like on queue, the car window rolled down when Yunho stepped out of the coffee shop. You anxiously playing with your hands next to him.

"Hyungnim~" There was a conversation between Yunho and the driver. It was slightly inaudible. However, you can overhear him saying that he needs to drop you off at your house.

"It's late in the evening. I can't just let Y/N go and take a bus."

Short silence... A couple more talking... Yunho whispering a celebratory 'Yes!'

"Let's go Y/N. We'll take you home." Yunho opened the car door and offered his hand.

Take it! And so you did. For some reason, that voice in your head doesn't even sound like you. It was like a compelling voice that you couldn't even say no to.

You had expected Yunho to sit next to the driver but he didn't. As you put the pieces together, you realized that the driver might also be his manager. Yunho told you a lot about his idol life during the twenty questions game you both had.

"Thank you, Hyung. I know we might get in trouble for this, but really, thank you." Yunho talked while closing the car door and getting comfortable next to you.

"We'll be fine." The manager said, though you can hear the faint worry in his voice. "Uh, Y/N, right? Yunho can't get out of the car when we arrive at your house. Please use the door on your side later."

You nodded. "No problem. Thank you so much."

"Hyung, she knows that."

"Just making things clear, Yunho."

You've told the manager your address afterwards.

The car moved, now on its way to the destination. Looking back at the cafe, you watched the lights inside turned off one by one. Lips parting at the sight of the LED outdoor sign blinking red, pink, then completely stopping at white.

Yunho noticed your expression. "Something wrong?"

"The LED light!" You pointed, but when Yunho turned around, the car rounded a corner.

"What happened?"

What was that? Shaking your head, "Nothing. It's probably just my mind playing tricks."

[End of Part One]

[Part Two in progress]

[sloanesallow]

(don't) touch

The last thing Sebastian expects is a jealous wife. Tags: MDNI, NSFW! Sexual content, mild bondage (wrists), feat. a needy and submissive Sebastian.

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC | 2k words [Ao3] | [Wattpad] | [Masterlist]

It's rare for Sebastian to be in London, but that is exactly where he finds himself that evening, celebrating the retirement of some ancient, well-respected, and powerful Ministry official. Considering he's only been contracted with the Auror's office as their curse breaker for a year, he's flattered by the invitation, but feels woefully out of place amidst the opulence of his older, more dignified associates.

Still, he manages to blend in—he always does—mingling and socializing with the other guests, many of whom have traveled from all over the world to be there tonight. Somewhere in the shuffle he loses sight of his wife, Sloane, and instead stands flanked by a group of giggling young women he recognizes as some of the Ministry's newest apprentices. Freshly graduated from Hogwarts, they flock to Sebastian, overjoyed to see another young face in a sea of 'old, wrinkly, men'.

"And what department do you work for, Mr. Sallow?"

"Do you live in London?"

"Is it true you were Hogwarts' best duelist?"

"You're still as handsome as your class portrait!"

"Might you be available for a dance, Mr. Sallow?"

Sebastian forces a chuckle, flustered as he realizes they are flirting with him. He's so used to the affection and attention of one person that hearing it from any other's lips makes his gut churn uncomfortably. He is about to respond when he feels a hand slip around the crook of his elbow and the familiar, flowery scent of his wife's perfume surrounds him.

"I'm afraid that won't be possible," Sloane says.

The young women simultaneously pout. "Why not?"

"Because he will be dancing with his wife."

Their faces blanch. "His...wife?"

"Yes." Sloane's fingers curl a little tighter around Sebastian's arm so that the golden band of her wedding ring is more obvious. When he glances down, her smile is polite, but her eyes are steel. It takes him an embarrassingly long moment to realize she is jealous. "His wife."

Multiple pairs of eyes dart between her hand and his before settling on the floor as they quickly shuffle away. As soon as they are alone, Sebastian clears his throat and arches a curious brow.

"You wish to dance?"

"No," she replies, prompting both his brows to rise. While she doesn't like to be the center of attention, she loves to dance if it's with him. She drops her hand from his arm and tilts her chin up to meet his gaze. "Meet me upstairs in ten minutes."

Sebastian's eyebrows can't raise any higher. "Only ten?"

"Five."

"Three."

He smirks when he sees the corner of her mouth twitch before she turns swiftly on her heel and departs. Sebastian pretends to be interested in the decorations, rocking back and forth on his heels as he counts to one-hundred-and-eighty. As soon as the clock-hand in his mind ticks over he slinks away, pretending to be on his way to the privy before diverting to the staircase instead.

On the landing, he follows his instinct and turns right, grinning when he spots a discarded evening glove on the floor. A heeled slipper is a few paces ahead, a shed stocking a few paces more. The trail leads to a door at the end of a long hallway and Sebastian wastes no time advancing to the treasure waiting on the other side.

As soon as he slips inside the room he leans back against the closed door, stunned to see Sloane already bare and spread out across an elegant bed, her pale skin an alluring contrast to the dark, satin sheets. For a split second he wonders whose bedroom it is before shaking the thought away because he simply does not care.

"Well now, Mrs. Sallow, what do we have here?" Sebastian secures the lock before crossing over to where she is, eager to join her for some unexpected fun.

"Not so fast," Sloane stops his advance with a slight shake of her head and he pauses at the foot of the bed, both hands and one knee already braced on the mattress. He looks at her curiously, surprised by the unfamiliar, assertive tone. "Strip for me."

Her words send a hot spike of pleasure straight to his groin and he flashes a lopsided grin. "Is that an order?"

"Yes."

Sebastian obliges, too aroused to question his wife's mood. He usually leads their intimacy, the dominant force to her softer nature. This side of Sloane is so rarely seen—especially in the bedroom—that he's thrilled to indulge for at least one evening. He slowly starts to remove his clothing, peeling away the layers of his evening attire until the pieces are scattered on the floor along side her dress and undergarments.

Naked, he continues to stand at the foot of the bed, trying not to look too proud as Sloane's eyes dance along his body in admiration, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Come here," she beckons.

His movements remain slow as he crawls over her, never once removing his gaze from her face. He stares down into her shimmering grey eyes and is about to press himself against her body when reaches up, grasping his shoulders and using one leg swung over his hip to swap their postilions. Sebastian is momentarily caught off guard, especially when her hands pin his wrists on either side of his head. Even though it would be oh so easy to break free and flip her back beneath him, he settles back with a grin.

"No touching," she explains. "Not unless I say so."

"Minx," he taunts, earning him a sharp but teasing glare. Sloane only moves when she's sure he won't, though he does crane his head back to watch as she carefully ties each one of his wrists to the headboard with some conjured silk. As she leans over him to secure the knots, her breasts sway above his face and Sebastian cannot resist—he flicks his tongue out against one already-pebbled nipple.

Sloane inhales a startled gasp, and in turn tightens the binds. "Be good," she warns.

Sebastian knows his expression is incorrigible. "I'm always good."

"I beg to differ."

"Oh?" he snickers. "I love when you beg, sweetheart."

She says nothing, and it nearly drives him prematurely off the edge with how confident his wife appears in this role. Still, he can't help but challenge her.

"Do you really think these binds will keep me from touching you?"

Except, when he attempts and fails to break free from them with brute strength alone, he resigns himself to the moment. Sloane flashes a tiny, self-satisfied grin as she leans back on her knees. She's straddling his waist, but besides her legs against his sides, she does not touch him.

"If you're a good boy, maybe you'll get what you want."

Sebastian's cock twitches and he wonders when did she learn to be so wicked.

Sloane slides her hands across his chest, nails softly scratching through the soft dusting of hair along his pectorals. She repeats the motion, causing goosebumps to ripple across his skin. She shifts her body as she lowers herself down again, this time to trail an agonizingly slow path of kisses from his jaw, down his neck and chest to his hips and back again.

Sebastian is not one to beg, or maybe he is, at least when it comes to Sloane and the sweet ecstasy she's denying. She straightens up again, and he shudders as her hands drift down to where he needs her most.

"Do you want me to touch you?" she sounds like desire incarnate.

"Yes," he croaks.

"Yes?"

Sebastian groans, "yes please."

His wife finally shows mercy and grasps his arousal, pumping a few times before swiping her thumb through the pre-come gathered on the tip.

"Fuck, Sloane," he hushes the curse, eyes fluttering closed as she strokes him just the way he likes. He can feel the heat between her thighs as she hovers close, and he rocks his hips back and forth, desperate to be inside of her. For as long as they've been together, his yearning for her has never waned. "Sloane, please."

"Please?" she repeats in a husky whisper.

"Let me..." his voice breaks on a deep moan and he tugs at the silk bindings. "Let me touch you."

"Three minutes," is her reply.

Sloane slows her strokes and Sebastian opens his eyes to see her amused expression. "Huh?"

"You barely lasted three minutes before begging," she declares but Sebastian can't be bothered with embarrassment right now.

"Maybe in this instance," he struggles to speak through his labored breath. "But if you untie me, sweetheart, you'll get the best ten minutes of your life."

Sloane hums in thought. "Five."

He opens his mouth to argue but all that comes out is a strangled sound of pleasure as she angles the head of his arousal to sweep through her slick folds to her entrance.

"Five?" she prompts again.

He shakes his head. "Three."

Sebastian watches through hooded eyes as Sloane slowly sinks down, and he's unable to stop himself from bucking his hips up at the sensation. Her hands press against his lower abdomen and she scolds him between own shaky breaths.

"Be good."

"Yes, wife."

Sebastian knows he's affected her by the shimmer in her eyes and the way her core clenches around him. As soon as he is fully seated within her, she circles her hips, fingers splaying out across his chest as she steadily increases her pace. She rocks back and forth, the quiet creak of the bed mixing with their heavy panting and moans. His eyes flick down from her face to where they are joined, his mouth watering at the sight of her impaling herself on his cock over and over again. Sloane lifts herself up a little more with each stroke until she is bouncing in his lap, and he hisses at the overwhelming tightness and heat of her around him.

"Sloane," he practically wheezed her name, straining his wrists as he tugged at the ties again. "Please."

She relents, frantic as she tugs at the knots until they are loose enough for him to slip out from. Sebastian grasps her immediately, one arm tucked around her waist and the other tangling in her hair as he tugs her down and smashes their lips together in a sloppy, hungry kiss. His grip tightens and he lifts his hips to meet her frenzied movements as they quickly skyrocket over the edge of ecstasy.

Her entire body trembles, thighs flexing around his hips as her silken walls flutter around him. He meets her release with what sounds like a roar, clutching her against him as they both slump. Sloane remains folded over his chest with her face tucked against his shoulder as they float down from the blissful high. Sebastian caresses her back, tracing every knot of her spine before sliding his hands over the curve of her bottom.

It's only then that he rolls them over, lazily grinning at the little whimper that escapes her lips as he presses her into the bed beneath him, still connected. Sebastian props himself up on his elbows to avoid crushing her completely, and spots her blooming blush.

"You aren't allowed to be so bashful after that, love," he teases and she sighs, raising her hands to sweep through his sweat-matted hair. He gazes down at her, smitten as the day he realized his love for her. Sloane—his beautiful and mesmerizing wife—who still manages to surprise him after all this time. "Who knew you had a jealous streak."

"I—I don't know what came over me," she whispers, still flushed from the passion she initiated.

"If this is what happens, well then I will need to encourage more young ladies to flirt with me, don't you think?"

Sloane furrows her brows and tugs his hair.

"Ow," he squeaks before laughing, easily snatching up her hands and pinning them where his had previously been. Her eyes widen in alarm but quickly melt into desire. Sebastian looms over her, brushing his lips against hers. "Can you be a good girl?"

"Yes, sir."

[queensunshinee]

Time Of Our Lives || Part 14

warnings: SMUT! 18+!, dirty talk, fingering, mention of p in v sex.

Part 14

"We can't keep doing this," Liana said as she lay on her back, breathing heavily, with Patrick in the same position beside her. "What the actual fuck are you talking about, Liana?" His disdainful voice echoed through the unfurnished apartment. "I can't hear your voice anymore. I really can't," she mumbled, turning her back to him, which made him grab her hair in a firm but not strong fist.

"You didn't have a problem hearing me while I was fucking you, Li. Kind of hypocritical, don't you think?" he sneered, pulling her closer. "Do you always have to be so crude and disgusting? Seriously, I'm askin—" He cut her off by pushing a finger into her mouth. Not too hard, he knew she would open it just enough to take exactly what he wanted to give her.

"Maybe I'm the one who can't hear you anymore, did you think of that option?" he tightened his grip on her hair, pushing the finger a bit deeper, hearing her choke lightly but not trying to resist. "Complaining all day. Something always bothers you. Never saying 'thank you' for how good I am to you," he added another finger and she turned her head for a second but steadied herself quickly.

Liana wanted to answer him but his fingers, pumping in her mouth, kept her busy. And the heat of New York in July was driving her crazy. They had just finished fucking; it didn't make sense that she was so horny again.

"Say sorry," he said in a steady voice to her ear. "If you say sorry and let me smoke a damn cigarette without fighting with me, maybe I'll push these fingers into your pussy." She shook her head no, making him chuckle. "You're such a slut, Liana. You know that if you start a fight the second after you cum, I'll want to fuck you again. Say fucking sorry." She moaned into his fingers, closing her eyes, clearly imagining them inside her soaked pussy. It wasn't clear if she was this wet from the sex they had a few minutes ago, or from the words he was saying to her now with that grip on her hair.

"Sorry," she said as his fingers tickled her throat and she choked on her own words. "Again," he didn't move an inch. Aware of her discomfort. "Sorry," she said. She could come from this situation. He knew she could come like this exactly. Without him touching her at all. "My little slut, who spends all day looking for a fight, wants to come?" he asked, amused. His dick hadn't even had a chance to get hard again and she was already so worked up. So easy for him to push her to the edge.

"Yes. Please, Patrick," into his fingers, she let out an unreasonable amount of saliva. He pulled them out and pushed them directly to where she needed him. "I don't want to hear a peep from you. The first moan and I pull them out," he said. "Is this the only way I can get some peace and quiet in this house? Only when I put something inside you, Liana?" All he heard in response was her heavy breathing. He turned her onto her back again.

"You want to make your pretty noises so badly and you can't. Such a pity you're a brat, huh, Li?" He saw the tears gathering in her eyes from the effort not to make any sound. Because she knew he would stop. He was that much of a dickhead. And all Liana wanted was to scream his name over and over and over. Patrick. Patrick. Patrick.

"You like hearing my voice now, huh?" he said, adding a third finger and feeling her tighten around him with a sigh she couldn't keep in. She never knew how to come quietly and that would always be Patrick's favorite sound. He chuckled as he pulled his fingers out of her and lay back beside her.

"Can I smoke now or are we still fighting?" he asked, rolling his eyes and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. "I don't think you have any more orgasms to give me today," he stated and lit the cigarette.

"Can you at least smoke by the window?" She rolled her eyes and he sighed, mustering the last of his energy to stand by the window. Quiet again. Exactly what Patrick wanted. He wanted her to be silent sometimes so much that he hated himself for needing to just not hear her voice. Not always. Just occasionally, when he heard her too much.

"I'm going to take a shower." She mumbled and locked herself in the bathroom. Liana took a deep breath as she leaned on the sink, looking at herself in the small mirror. They had landed almost a week ago. The apartment still looked like a homeless person was squatting in it. The bathroom wall was peeling and it bothered her. Patrick said he would fix it. That's the only reason she didn't insist on seeing other apartments. She turned on the cold water, trying to cool down the heat and anger she felt. Returning to America was weighing on her, and Patrick had forgotten her birthday yesterday. That's what they had been fighting about for a day now.

"Sorry I expected my boyfriend of the past three years to remember I have a birthday. My bad," she shouted, tears in her eyes. She needed a break from all the stress of the move, job hunting, and avoiding meeting her parents. She needed one evening with Patrick at a silly restaurant to feel she could get through this period. But no, even that he couldn't give her.

"Li, you always celebrated with Ar—" he started. "That excuse doesn't work, Patrick. Think of a new one. Where were you and why was it more important than being with me today?" She crossed her arms under her chest. If she could, she would have thrown something at him. "I met up with Logan and Dave from boarding school." He lowered his head. Embarrassed. He was fully-drunk right now, Liana hadn't noticed yet.

To his defense, he felt terrible. He went out to get drunk with friends from the past on his girlfriend's birthday. It wasn't a good feeling. "I'll make it up to you, Li." He said, and she looked at him with teary eyes and a disgusted expression. "You make me sick, Patrick. I could literally throw up right now," she said. She always knew how to say the hardest things to hear in the middle of fights. Lately, they had been fighting so much that Patrick had become indifferent.

"Then you wonder why even on your birthday I don't want to be with you. With all due respect, Liana, you're unbearable." He said coldly, stepping away from her, hoping she wouldn't smell the alcohol on him. Regretting the amount he drank. But he got carried away, and he hadn't seen his friends in literally years, and he knew in another world, Art could have been there too, so they drank and enjoyed, and then he came back to the dingy apartment they rented and the girl he shared his life with, and he felt like his soul was sucked out of him in a second.

"I'm not forcing you to be with me, Patrick. You can take your shit and leave. Better yet, I'll take my shit and leave this place. I'm pretty sure there's asbestos in the walls." She rolled her eyes and poured herself a glass of wine.

And then he apologized and apologized and apologized, and they fucked and fucked and fucked, and each in turn wondered aloud if this was how their whole lives would look.  And each in turn wanted to cry and shake the person in front of them, and usually, there were no turns at all, they just shouted at each other simultaneously. Who forgets their girlfriend's birthday? Their truly objectively wonderful girlfriend. The one who goes with him to tournaments. The one who listens to him after he fights with his parents. The one who lets him fuck her in the filthiest ways imaginable.

That's how they had been all day, and Liana was exhausted. She had no more strength for the shouting seminar imposed on her. She had no desire to fuck anymore, and she had no desire to forgive him for every fuck-up he made.

"I'm going to sleep." She mumbled as she came out of the shower dressed only in her underwear. "Like that?" He asked with a smile. "Yes, Patrick. You didn't bother with air conditioning in the apartment, so like this." She rolled her eyes. Again with her back to him, making him sigh.

"Are we still fighting?" He asked after fifteen minutes. He knew she wasn't asleep yet because she breathed differently when she slept. "I don't know, Patrick, are we still fighting?" Liana's voice was quiet and defeated. "Can you turn towards me?" He asked softly. It was the first time he spoke to her softly since this round of fights began. So Liana turned, and he gently moved some hair from her face, in the gentlest motion he could muster.

"I really am sorry, Li. You know I'm sorry, right?" He asked. Liana could see by the moonlight streaming through the window that his eyebrows were furrowed. "I know, Pat. I just don't understand how the fact that you're sorry helps me anymore." She sounded calm, but her sigh expressed frustration. "I'll try harder. We'll have a date night tomorrow. I'll make it up to you, Lilo." He smiled, tracing circles on her cheek. He knew he could turn things around. It's him and Liana. They had had more serious fights than her crappy birthday. Who cares about birthdays anyway?

"We really can't keep doing this, Pat..." She said what she had said to him half an hour ago, only in a different tone. "Doing what?" He knew she needed to release it. To say everything clearly and sharply, and he needed to take a deep breath and then tell her she was right and let it pass with the night. "We can't scream the worst things in the world at each other." She sighed, "You can't grab my hair and then—" "You love it when I grab your hair," they both rolled their eyes when he interrupted her. "That's not the point. You can't scream at me that I'm unbearable and then grab my hair and fuck me and think everything is fine after we cum. We're trying to build something. We just moved into this shithole, and we already can't look at each other. It's fucking scary." She concluded. "Can I?" He asked for permission to speak, and she nodded, knowing his piercing gaze could see her even in the dark. "First of all, you also say hurtful shit, Liana. I usually just respond to it. Secondly, I'll say it again—you love when I grab your hair. I won't detail how we found that out, because I remember you were there. And then you were there every time I did it again. You also kinda love it when I fuck you. Not as much as I love fucking you, but you love it." He ended with humor, making her giggle and he thinks it was the first time he heard her laugh since they moved into this apartment. Since they returned to America.

"I'm scared too. My balls are shaking most of the time." He shrugged. "But I know that no matter how bad everything is, I come home and you're here." He intertwined his fingers with hers. "And I'll fix the bathroom wall, and tomorrow we'll buy the biggest fan we can find." He said. "Your autobiography will be called 'Fights and Fucks' by Patrick Zweig," Liana said in response, moving closer to him, laying her head on his chest, and closing her eyes. "You're the muse, Amanda." They both laughed. So maybe everything would be fine, and they could actually keep doing this.

Liana stood in front of the Donaldson family home, taking a deep breath, a bit hesitant to ring the doorbell. She had video calls with Art’s parents every few months. They were interested in her and Patrick’s lives, as expected from people who raised her as if she were their own.

Now that she was back in America, she had no choice but to attend the annual family gathering for her and Art’s birthday. Art. She hadn’t spoken to Art in years. Once, she never thought she’d say such a sentence, but it was the truth. After his grandmother passed away, they both realized they needed to move on with their lives, each in their own direction. She knew Tashi had started coaching him; that’s all her dad talked about for a while. The Tashi Duncan coaching ‘our Art.’ He wasn’t theirs at all. Maybe her dad had taken ownership of him, but the connection between her and Art Donaldson was purely coincidental.

“The doorbell is right there.” She heard his voice and instinctively closed her eyes, briefly passing a hand over her nose. “I know where the doorbell is, Donaldson.” She replied, not daring to turn and look at him. “You can open the door, I live here.” She rolled her eyes at his tone, as if he had won an argument that no one was having with him.

And speaking of arguments, she and Patrick had fought again that morning. He was supposed to come with her. At the last minute, he chickened out. Said he had a training session scheduled without his knowledge. As if she didn’t know Patrick. The thought of sitting around the same table with Art made him tremble with fear, and he preferred to leave her alone. As far as she was concerned, he could shove a racket up his ass if he was desperate to come this week. She didn’t plan on touching him or sleeping in the same bed as him.

They entered the house quietly, Art still behind her, examining what he could see. His heart was beating so fast it was embarrassing. He felt like he was sixteen. It had been three years since he saw Liana, and it felt like losing a limb. Sometimes he wondered if he ever knew her at all. If he hadn’t invented this girl. His dream girl whom he got to hug for exactly two nights. But then his parents would say something about how she was doing. Or about Patrick. Or that they were living together in London now. And then the news that they were moving back to America.

Art wouldn’t say it out loud, but he was almost sure he shed a tear when he heard they were coming back. And he didn’t even know why, because they had been in a relationship for years, and he had been alone for years. But the possibility of seeing her again gave him hope. He didn’t know what kind of hope, but it was there. And it was exciting. Art couldn’t remember the last time he was excited. Maybe when Tashi agreed to coach him.

And now he was sitting next to Liana, by the pool. Like every other summer. As if nothing had changed. As if it was just Liana and him with a cake and two spoons. As if he was used to seeing her with bangs and as if her green summer dress was no different from anything he’d seen her wear throughout their lives. “Tell me something good, and I’ll let you have some of my cake.” They had been in this situation before, but now it was so loaded. “I don’t eat cakes anymore.” She said with existential seriousness, and Art raised an eyebrow. He had no way to argue with that; he didn’t know her eating habits, but he was ready to go to war for this cake. There was nothing Liana loved more than this cake his mom made every year for her.

“I’m 24 already, for two weeks now, unlike you. It's a mediocre age, don’t expect too much.” She said, not letting him sit with those thoughts for too long. She reached for the cake, and he handed her a spoon. “What’s wrong with 24?” Art asked. “You’re old, Art. No one will think it’s cool if you wear your cap backwards. And bills. Paying for electricity sucks.” She shrugged.

“I heard you guys are living in New York…” Art said after a few minutes of silence. “Yeah, we found this great apartment,” she smiled a forced smile. Who was she kidding? Art knew every one of her smiles. No matter how much time had passed. He knew Liana. “In New York.” He said again. “Yes, still there. Nothing changed in the last two seconds.” She replied with sarcasm.

“How’s Patrick?” He asked. He knew he shouldn’t have. But he also wanted to know, and the fact that he didn’t come bothered him. “Everything’s great, he had a training session today that he couldn’t move. He sends his regards.” She said. A bit too quickly. As if she had rehearsed it. Patrick didn’t send him anything. Maybe he wished he’d go to hell and hoped a truck would run him over. He didn’t send him any regards. Art appreciated the lie.

“Tell him thanks. That 24 is a good age for some changes.” Art said, taking a big bite of the cake but not taking his eyes off Liana, who started to blush while rolling her eyes.

He couldn’t believe she was sitting in front of him, blushing. So many possibilities.

Hello :) how are we feeling with that time jump? We're all grown-ups now. Back in America again.  You're more than welcome to talk to me as usual.  taglist is open as well. Hope you are still enjoying this xx 💜

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[deerlottie]

🐰 — an american werewolf in new jersey

summary: the girl of your dreams is not who you think she is. warnings: 18+, werewolf!jackie, little fic based on a part of the movie.

man, you had the weirdest dream.

and you really are never drinking again. that crazy 'lunar' party you went to last night ended up with the girl of your dreams ditching you, plus you got bitten by this gnarly looking dog.

she was in your dreams, the girl. jackie was her name, and she had been playing hard to get since you met her. she was always acting skittish, yelling at you to leave when you'd show up at her house like something was wrong, which just made you even more worried for her, so of course you kept coming.

you really liked her though. she was sweet and everything you looked for in a girl. your friends had joked that she could be the one that make you end your douchebag ways and finally get you grounded, and you know they were right. you just wish she'd let you in. you don't know why she keeps pushing you away, i mean, she seems to like you as much as you like her.

but anyway, in the dream, you were on another date with jackie. which seemed totally normal until the moonlight poked through the diner curtains and illuminated her, and you watched as she turned into the beast of a dog that bit you last night. except, it felt real. the last part at least. you don't know what it was, but you swear you knew the creature, like it was connected to you.

as you come to and your eyes adjust to the light, you realize that you're somewhere unfamiliar. you're already tucked into the light pink sheets and as you scan around, you feel like this room could belong to-

jackie busts through the door, holding a cup filled with a red substance and... also wearing your t-shirt? you hold in a cocky smile - maybe you two are a thing after all. she glances at you and then to your bandaged foot, putting the cup down on the dresser before pushing you over to sit on the bed.

"let me look at your foot." she speaks softly, gently unwrapping the bandages. you wince at the sight of the huge bite mark, but it's healing pretty quickly.

"you weren't hurt last night, right? i was attacked by this weird lookin' dog at the party right before you left me. did it get you?" you ask, worry evident in your voice.

jackie feels her heart skip a beat at how concerned you are about her safety, but she ignores the question. she scratches at her nose and picks up the drink, handing it to you. "this will make you feel better."

you suddenly feel a cold sweat drip down your back, every hair on your body standing up as your ears pick up every sound in the room from the buzzing of the fly to the way the leaky faucet leaks in the bathroom.

wait, how did you know that?

"i think i should go." you say, pushing the covers away and trying to get up, but jackie freaks out and pushes you back down, climbing onto your lap.

your eyes widen comically as she tugs off her shirt, revealing her small breasts. she grabs your hands and places them on her chest, making them rub in small circles. "i think this will calm you down."

"you're really confusing you know that, right?" you huff and roll your eyes, which can't stop glancing down at her chest rather than her face. "you nearly concussed me with a brick last night and now you're all on me? not that i'm complaining, but still."

"there's something i need to tell you and i need you to not freak out." she continues rubbing your hands over her chest.

"i'll try not to..." you murmur.

"the bite from your leg wasn't from a dog. it was from a wolf - a werewolf." she says slowly, allowing you time to process.

a beat passes.

you take one glance at her serious expression and bust out laughing, hearing her sigh irritatingly. her nails dig into your hands, and you wince, but continue to giggle nonetheless. jackie slaps your chest in annoyance and scoffs.

"i'm being serious, you need to listen to me! your life will never be the same. just- drink this." she groans, reaching for the red liquid again and forcing it close to your face.

"let me guess, it's some blood of an animal."

"yes, actually. i killed it last night." she deadpans, slamming the glass back down on the dresser when you refuse to take it. she grumbles and tugs at her hair, getting off of your lap and starts pacing around the room. "listen, you're a werewolf like me now, you need to stop messing around and process this."

"wait, 'like me'?" you repeat, furrowing your brows.

she quickly shuts her mouth like she said the wrong thing but sighs, wiping her face with her hand before walking back to the bed. she gathers your hand in hers and softly strokes your skin.

"i'm not lying to you. the thing that bit you last night was me...you don't think it was a coincidence that the party you went to was called club de la lune? and that the beast appeared right after i left?"

you shake your head, trying to make sense of this whole situation. there's no way this is real right? surely, it's just all a bad dream. you tuck yourself back in bed, closing your eyes tightly and praying that you wake up to a normal life.

"it's not going to work, you know." jackie says, and you groan.

"show me then. show me you're a werewolf." you demand, raising your finger at her. you move the sheets again and hop out of bed, wincing as you try to get use to walking with an injured leg.

"please, just sit back down a-"

"no! this is the only way i'll believe your crazy story, so just do it."

jackie picks at her skin, shaky hands moving her ruffled hair out of her face before she stands back up and sighs. "fine. if that's what you really want." she makes sure she's distanced herself from you before closing her eyes, and you start to hear a low rumbling coming from her throat.

you watch in horror as her mouth grows into a long snout, her teeth expanding and growing into wolfish canines. she falls to the ground as her hind legs grow in along with the caramel color of her fur. the horrible sound of bones cracking has your stomach in knots as her forelegs now grow, and she stretches once she's in full wolf form, getting use to the change. she growls at you, almost as if to say, "are you happy now?"

you pass out.

[authorhjk1]

Teaching their hoebae the “real” side of the industry. They heard rumors of you making your “rounds” through different idols around your age/generation. And decided they want to see what the fuss was all about. “You’ve fucking all these cute girls trying to act like grown women. So why don’t I show you what a real woman can do with a beautiful cock like this”

You guys send me so many great ideas for SNSD, so I just had to get at least this one off my chest. This got way out of hand, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Sunbae

(Choi Sooyoung X Male Reader)

"Oh god, yes!"

Ningning's voice echoes through the changing room as you take her from behind.

You usually don't meet other idols that often, since you are in boy group that is mostly keeping to itself within the industry. Your own practice room, your own schedules, your own recording studio and so on. For the last three years, your group has taken Korea and the rest of the world by storm, so you do deserve this special treatment.

And there are more benefits. For example, being very popular with the female idols. Especially the ones your age. They all have busy schedules themselves, so there is no time for boyfriends. You are happy to help out though. Between schedules, you enjoy the company of Korea's most beautiful idols. You remember Wonyoung from three weeks ago. She is insanely pretty and the sex was great. The only downside is your own busy schedule. Not enough time to actually become proper fuck buddies with one if the girls, your schedules mostly conflicting.

But not on a day like this. The company got a great deal with a clothing brand. A big deal. And that's why a lot of idols are here, at this photoshoot location.

Just like you and Ningning.

"Right there, please!"

She cries out again as you hold her by her waist, her upper body resting atop the makeup table.

"And now turn right, please!"

You do as you are told, barely hearing the director's voice over the shutters of the cameras.

Your group already finished it's photoshoot half an hour ago. Your individual shoot is coming to an end too. Not knowing who it is, you are still waiting for your partner for the next couple of photos.

Since your agency isn't the only one now signed with the brand, you are not completely surprised, when you see that the idol approaching you is from another company.

"Hello, sunbae."

You bow respectfully. Trying not not stare. Choi Sooyoung. From SNSD. You can't believe your luck. Your favorite girl group. And Sooyoung herself. In that dress. You have to stop yourself, before you start drooling.

"Hello. (Y/n) is it, right?"

"Yeah."

You smile back at her, honored that she knows your name. The two of you haven't met before.

"I've heard a lot about you."

Her smile is genuine, but you could swear, her eyes are trying to tell you something. Like a secret. A secret only the two of you know.

"I'm honored."

You bow again, before turning towards the camera again. Wanting to hide your nervousness, you try to be professional.

The two of you just stand next to each other for a couple of shots at the beginning. Sooyoung, in that gorgeous, pink, shoulder less dress and golden heels and you, black suit, black vest, and a burgundy tie, which matches the red watch on your wrist.

Eventually, you find yourself holding onto her waist, while Sooyoung's hand rest on your right shoulder. It's only show of course. Trying to be respectful, you don't actually touch her, your hand just above the pink fabric.

She takes a couple of shots alone with the chair, your leader sat on during your group's shots. Afterwards, you take your place on that chair, while Sooyoung lifts her leg. You are captivated by its length and smoothness for a moment, until you feel her heel, slightly digging into your thigh.

A couple of camera shutters later, Sooyoung places her hand on her knee, bending forward. You are very aware of the fact that, with one look in the right direction, you would be seeing something that would keep you up all night. Instead, you stay focused on the camera.

"Now, (y/n)! Please place your hand on Sooyoung's thigh! Sooyoung, put your hand on his head!"

She does what she is told, immediately. You hesitate for a moment.

"You can touch me."

You look at her face for the first time in a while. Then you nod, wrapping your hand around her warm thigh.

"You are cute when you are being respectful."

You bite your lip, hoping the heat in your cheeks won't show in the photos later on.

"Just like that!"

The two of you look into the camera, until Sooyoung drops her first bomb on you.

"Don't look into the camera. Look straight ahead."

"What?"

In her position, she is almost pushing her chest into your face and now she asking you to look?

"Trust me. It's gonna come out great. Plus, you can see it as a reward. For making me look so good next to you in those pictures."

You gulp, debating internally, if you want to put your career on the line or not. But the temptation quickly proves to be too much. You only glance at her cleavage once, her smooth skin tempting you to lean in closer. You eventually do turn your head.

But instead of staying in place, Sooyoung suddenly changes position. Her lower body stands still. She removes her hand from your head and places her elbow on her naked knee, her chin now resting on her bend pointer finger and middle finger, as if she is thinking about something. You could still look at her cleavage if you wanted to, but now, Sooyoung's eyes are on the same level as yours.

And you can't escape her gaze. The camera crew gives you two applause and complements for your amazing chemistry, but you barely hear them. Sooyoung stares into your eyes, into your body, into your soul. You don't even dare to breathe, yet alone bluntly stare at her chest.

"Bad boy. Did you just try to look at your noona's tits?"

Your head starts spinning as if you have been dancing for ten hours straight. What is going on? You do, what you do best in these kind of situations, when you don't know what to do. Try to be funny.

"I didn't know I already have noona privileges."

You do make her chuckle as you point out her slip up. She just indirectly offered you a less formal way of talking with her.

The unwavering, sexy look she had put on, turns into a loving smile.

"From what I hear, you already have your fair share of privileges."

Her teasing and her overall sexy look makes it difficult for you to not become hard in public. A taks that proofs to be very difficult to pull off.

For everyone outside your little bubble, it must look like the two of you changed your concept from seductive strangers, to loving couple.

Unbeknownst to them, Sooyoung keeps talking in that voice of hers, sweet honey seems to be dripping from her lips.

"Do you enjoy your privileges so far?"

You are not slow, when it comes to thinking. And you desperately hope that your guess is correct. That Sooyoung isn't talking about actual privileges anymore.

"I-I do."

You can't help but let a shaky breath escape your lips. This is too good to be true.

"Oh, really?"

Sooyoung seems genuinely surprised.

"You don't care for noona privileges, then?"

She almost sounds hurt.

Like a well oiled machine, Sooyoung changes her position again, without even waiting for directions. A true model to outsiders. A skilful seductress to you.

She spins around and sits down on your right thigh. Instinctively, you reach for her waist, but hesitate, not knowing if you should touch her or not.

"Since you're my hoobae, I expect you to do as I say, from now on."

She suddenly sounds cold. And since you can't see her face anymore, you're afraid that you just blew your one and only chance of getting intimate with Choi Sooyoung.

But your worries of missing out are quickly replaced by new ones as she takes your hand and places it on top of her dress. But not around her waist, where you first intended to put it. Your palm rests on the hem of her pink one piece, your fingertips touching her upper thigh, which is draped over her left one. You are aware that only that piece of fabric and a couple of centimeters separate you from her core.

Eventually, your personal torture ends. The crew thanks the two of you for your hard work, promising you that your pictures will captivate the world, thanks to your chemistry.

You find it a little over the top, but you don't have the energy, or will, to argue.

"Come."

Sooyoung tells you, after saying goodbye to the staff. You walk after her, heading towards your changing room. But you never make it there. In the middle of the small hallway, Sooyoung turns around. Her arms now crossed in front of her body, she looks you up and down.

"Did you have fun with Ningning, earlier?'

You are stunned and visibly embarrassed.

"Well, I did hear her having fun, but I'm wondering about you. How often did she make you cum?"

"S-Sunbae... I-"

"Oh please. Don't play innocent. I heard about you more than I should've."

"Y-You did?"

You thought she was referring to your group's music, when she first said that an hour ago.

"Yes. I can even tell you their names, if you don't believe me. You seem to be leaving behind quite the impression."

"N-No I-I'm good, thanks."

Sooyoung ignores you with ease.

"Huh Yunjin, Shin Yuna,..."

You close your eyes in embarrassment, while she keeps counting with her fingers.

"...Baek Jiheon, Jang Wonyoung, Ningning..."

Sooyoung's eyes move from her fingers to you.

"You are going through these girls, like they go through their shoes, playboy."

"I-It's not like that."

What kind of stupid defense is that?

"Oh really? All these young girls seem to fall so easily for your tricks, is it that?"

"Sunbae, please..."

Sooyoung chuckles.

"Have you even been with a proper woman before?"

You get what she means. Someone older than yourself. You shake your head.

Sooyoung shakes her head in disappointment.

"Those girls are inexperienced themselves. How could they take care of my hoobae properly?"

She takes a step closer, slightly tilting her head as if she is trying to figure out what you could be possibly seeing in those girls.

"You've been fucking all these cute girls acting like grown women. So why don't I show you what a real woman can do with that big cock of yours?"

A wave of pleasure and anticipation rushes down your spine. For a brief moment, you wonder why Sooyoung would call you big, specifically. But you see her glancing down, biting her lip. You do the same, realizing that you have a hard on. You don't know for how long already.

Without waiting for an answer, Sooyoung reaches forward, cupping your cock over your pants

"I like the feeling of that. Maybe it's not only tricks you have going for you."

She gives you a quick peck on the lips, a cheeky smile playing around hers.

"I want a proper taste of you. All these rumors I hear sound way too exaggerated."

"Wait, sunbae. I-"

"Shush."

Sooyoung glares at you. Instead of her lips, her finger is now sealing your lips.

"You thought you were sleeping with all the female idols, right?"

You give her a weak nod.

"You are so naive. I'm gonna show you the real side of this industry."

You expect another kiss, when Sooyoung leans towards you. Instead, your lips only graze hers as she makes you miss, heading straight for your ear.

"Let me give you some senior advice, hoobae."

She nibbles on your earlobe for a second, before she continues to whisper into your ear.

"When someone offers you noona privileges, you take them."

Sooyoung takes your face into her hands, now looking at you again.

"Because real women like me, know what a boy like you wants."

She leans forward once again. Your lips barely touching hers as she keeps talking.

"We have what you need."

A moan almost escapes your lips.

Sooyoung pulls away, giving you a victorious smile.

"Follow me."

You do as she says and soon find yourself inside a spacious kitchen. Way bigger than your dressing room. Probably for the staff, if they have to work here the whole day.

"Isn't this kinda public?"

Sooyoung rolls her eyes. In that moment, you promise yourself not to say anything stupid ever again. She almost looked terrifying.

"Lesson one, playboy."

She placed her hands on the counter, slightly leaning over it. It takes an incredible amount of self control to not glance at her cleavage.

"Learn how to take a blowjob."

"What?"

You are mentally not quite there yet. You are still trying to figure out, how you went from a simple photoshoot to this.

"What do you-"

Sooyoung cuts you off with a gesture, motioning for you to come closer. Following her order, you find yourself trapped between the older woman and the countertop behind you.

"You are asking, what do I mean?"

You swallow your reply.

"I mean, that you have to learn how it feels like to receive proper head. We don't want you to cum too quickly."

Sooyoung leans in. Instead of kissing you, she tilts her head, kissing your neck.

"You see..."

Her words are interrupted by another kiss.

"Your noonas know how to worship cock. We know how important your pleasure is."

Sooyoung now moves towards your lips, leaving a trail of kisses behind.

"Now, try to hold on."

She whispers against your lips, before giving you a quick but deep kiss that leaves you breathless.

You watch in amazement as Sooyoung lets her finger wander from your cheek to your chin, along your throat, past your chest, until she reaches the hem of your shirt. At the same time, she lowers herself further and further, until she is squatting in front of you.

With a lustful look in her eyes, Sooyoung holds your stare as she opens your pants, without having to look at them. They glide down your legs and a moment later, you feel her give your clothed cock a kiss.

"Not half bad for a boy."

Sooyoung licks her lips, before she slowly pulls down your underwear.

"Hmmm."

Her warm breath plays around your cock as she hums in satisfaction.

"Girls your age don't know how to appreciate a dick like this."

Sooyoung closes her eyes, savouring the first taste of your cock as she lets her tongue glide over your tip. She follows that up with a couple of quick kisses along your shaft, before placing her tongue at your base. Your breath hitches as she drags her tongue along the underside of your cock.

"You really are blessed. It tastes amazing."

Sooyoung purrs, before finally opening her mouth wider. You bite your lip, watching how she slowly moves forward, her mouth around your cock without touching it. Once she reaches the second half of your length, Sooyoung finally closes her mouth around your cock, her lips forming an airtight seal.

"Oh, god."

You groan out, your head rolling back.

She starts to let her lips glide along your shaft as she pulls back, her tongue pressing against it from underneath. Once she reaches your tip, her tongue swirls around it, before she starts to take you into her mouth again.

Sooyoung doesn't stop doing these motions. Back and forth. Her head moves back and forth. Her lips glide along your shaft, back and forth. Her tongue drags along the underside of your shaft, back and forth.

Your knuckles quickly turn white as you hold onto the countertop behind you. Sooyoung is doing this at a way slower pace than all of the girls you've been with so far. She visibly enjoys sucking you off. You can tell by how her eyes are closed. How a slight smile plays around her lips. How she slightly hums around your cock, whenever she is about to take you in again.

It becomes harder and harder for you to keep your composure. There is no way in hell you're gonna last much longer. You try to tell her that, but your words are suddenly stuck in your throat, when Sooyoung decides to up her game even more.

You are now forced to take heavy breaths as the woman in front of you takes more of your cock. She glides further down you length than before. And soon, you realize that you've hit the back of her throat.

"Oh, shit."

You can't help but groan as the muscles of her throat flex around you. The act makes her throat squeeze you even more than before. Sooyoung slowly retreats, this time only halfway, before she pushes forward again.

"S-Sunbae."

You groan again, wanting to tell her to stop. If this is only the appetizer and you actually have a chance of feeling her pussy around you, you don't want to blow this. No pun intended.

Sooyoung does eventually listen to your warnings, feeling your cock throbbing in her throat. She leans back, until your tip only rests on her parted lips. She lets it fall off. Now, only a string of saliva connects her lips with your cock.

"That was..."

You can't find the right words.

"Good?"

Sooyoung shoots you a mocking grin.

"Good."

You repeat after her as you try to hold onto the feeling you just experienced.

"Judging from your reaction, these girls don't know how to take a cock down their throats. "

You weakly shake your head, confirming her assumption.

"A shame."

She mumbles to herself, before wrapping her hand around your cock.

"Time for lesson two, then."

Sooyoung stands back up again, her face inches away from yours.

"Learn to be patient. Older women don't like quick and meaningless wild sex. They like to take their time."

She pushes you towards your left, signaling you to sit down on the chair that is standing in the corner. After having done so, you watch Sooyoung stepping in front of you, before leaning down, her hands rest on your knees.

"This is also the perfect time for you to recover. Don't rush into this. Let me take the lead and enjoy the show."

Sooyoung puts her heel onto your thigh again, just like during the photoshoot. Except this time, she puts her finger on the top if her foot and slowly starts to drag it upwards. You watch it move along her smooth skin. Once it reaches her knee, Sooyoung speaks again.

"Learn to appreciate a woman's body. How it looks, how it feels and how it responds to your touch."

She reaches down again to take your hand. Slowly your fingers move up her leg and past her knee. Her thigh feels incredible as you explore more of her body. You eventually reach the hem of her dress. Before you can even try to push further, Sooyoung swats your hand away. In a swift motion, as if she is dancing to an inaudible tune, she lifts her foot off your thigh and spins around.

Her back is now facing you. Sooyoung raises her hands and then, slowly, lets them travel down the sides of her body. At the same time, she sways her hips seductively, until her hands reach her waist. She slightly bends forward as they run over her ass.

You almost reach out to grab a handful of her cheeks. But Sooyoung now lowers herself and sits on your lap. Her ass slightly grinds against you. She reaches behind herself, finding the back of your head, before forcing you to lean it forward. Your lips land on her naked shoulder and you start to kiss her skin. Thanks to the angle, you finally have a clear view of her cleavage for the first time. No bra, you notice. The dress seems to be tight enough to keep her breasts in place by itself.

Sooyoung must've caught you staring somehow, because she now place another finger on her collarbone. Her pink nail glides over skin, eventually reaching the upper hem of her dress. She hooks her finger into it, slowly pulling it down.

Just enough to make you drool, without revealing everything.

Sooyoung seems to have enough of your kisses. She gets off your lap and turns around again. While maintaining eye contact, she hooks both her thumbs into her dress on either of her sides. Sooyoung starts to strip in front of you. When she is about to free her tits entirely, she leans forward and lets them fall out of her dress. You watch with a dry mouth, unable to say a word.

She wiggles her hips as she gets the rest of the dress off, until she is standing completely naked in front of you. Her pink dress a pile of cloth around her ankles. She steps out of it and towards you.

"Good boy."

She straddles your lap again. Your cock is now resting on her stomach at the hight of her belly button.

"Lesson three."

Sooyoung reaches down to slowly stroke your cock. Her other hand grazes your cheek, before she lets it rest on your shoulder.

"Be a good fuck toy for your noona. Trust me, I know how to ride you so well, that you pass out from the pleasure."

She gives you another kiss on the lips, before she lifts herself off your lap.

"And feel free to explore a real woman's body."

With that, Sooyoung aligns her pussy with your cock. She slowly sinks back down.

"Oh, god!"

You immediately groan.

"Fuck!"

Even Sooyoung lets out a loud moan.

"You feel way bigger than before."

She now places the other hand on your shoulder as well, only your tip resting inside of her right now. That changes, when Sooyoung slowly lowers herself further. Looking down, you watch more and more of your cock disappear inside of her.

"Were you even able to fit all of this into your cute little girls?"

Despite her mocking tone, you can tell that Sooyoung is struggling. She stops for a couple of seconds halfway down, before she eventually keeps going.

When she does reach your base, her eyes roll to the back of her head.

"Damn, I can feel your cock push my organs out of the way."

Before you are able to reply, Sooyoung starts to lift herself off of you again. When only your tip remains inside her core, she lowers herself back onto you.

You grit your teeth at the pleasure and you remember what Sooyoung told you earlier. Your hands start from her hips. They move across her midriff and sides, until they reach her tits. You begin to grope them, while Sooyoung keeps her slow pace. Maybe you are a little too much to handle. Even for her.

Her soft skin underneath your palms and her tight pussy around your cock send spikes of pleasure through your system. When Sooyoung finally does get used to your size, she starts to ride you, just like she promised.

Her pace increases with every other thrust. A minute or so later, she is bouncing on your cock, a satisfied smile on her face. You lean forward to catch one of her nipples with your mouth, which makes her moan.

Sucking on her tits, you enjoy the ride Sooyoung is giving you. Once in a while, she changes it up a little. Instead of constantly impaling herself on your cock, she occasionally stays glued to your hips. She would then move hers in a circle motion, making your dick rub against all kind of places inside of her.

Sooyoung alternates between both styles of riding, making sure you are on a steady way towards your orgasm. But you manage to catch her off guard with how well you suck on her tits. Sooyoung moans more and more, never having expected you to be this good. She doesn't lose her rhythm, but it's obvious she is beginning to struggle to keep it together.

"Yes, keep sucking on them! Good boy!"

She praises you, while her hips smash down onto yours. You can't tell how long it as been, but Sooyoung's prediction might actually become true. Her pussy keeps draining your composure out of you. Whenever she circles her hips, your legs quiver. Your hands have found their way back to her waist by now. You are squeezing her sides, trying to not lose grip on reality.

Sooyoung is in no better condition. Your cock keeps hitting just the right spots. Whenever she impales herself on your cock, she can feel it push upwards against her guts, forcing the air out of her lungs. Eventually, she can't take it anymore. Only able to grind herself on top of you, back and forth, she becomes a mess in your lap, while you keep sucking on her breasts.

"Ah, fuck! (Y/n)!"

She didn't call you by a nickname for the first time in quite a while. Her pussy pulsates around you, trying to make you orgasm too. Her nails dig into your shoulders, probably leaving stinging marks behind. Sooyoung shivers and shakes on top of you.

Once she finally does come down, she gives you a lustful stare.

"Not bad, playboy."

She captures your lips with hers. You instinctively wait for her to announce another lesson.

"Last lesson."

There it is.

"Learning how to cream pie your sunbaes."

"Cream pie?"

"You heard me the first time."

Sooyoung bites her lip and resumes her riding.

You've never done this before, for obvious reasons. Your career, the other idol's career and so on and so on. But now, she isn't really giving you much of a choice. And it's not like you're complaining. Every fan would dream of having a chance to cream pie Choi Sooyoung.

That dream becomes reality a couple of minutes later.

"Oh, god! Sunbae!"

Now it's your turn to shout out her name. Well, at least the formal version of it. Your heels dig into the floor, you thrust upwards into her waiting pussy. And then, you start to fill her up.

A deep moan rolls off Sooyoung's tongue as she feels herself getting cream pied by someone way younger than herself. Your warmth enters her stomach and she makes sure that nothing of your precious cum escapes, by not moving at all.

"You did a great job, playboy. You are a fast learner."

After her praise, Sooyoung gives you a curious look.

"How many more rounds do you have in you? I won't be leaving this place, until I've made sure that you are taken care of properly."

She leans down to kiss you again, her tongue dancing with yours for a while.

"And there is one more thing older women do, that younger girls don't."

After breaking the kiss, Sooyoung whispers into your ear again.

"Swallow."

[geotjwrs]

you could do Jenna Ortega x Male reader based on the song "Mirrors" by Justin Timberlake?

mirrors

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

The lights of Los Angeles flickered through the window as Y/N leaned back in his chair, his gaze lost in the bustling city below. He'd always loved the city—its energy, its dreams, its relentless push forward. But tonight, the city felt different—hollow, almost. The studio was empty save for him, the faint hum of the recording equipment the only sound breaking the silence.

Y/N sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His latest track, inspired by Justin Timberlake's "Mirrors," was almost complete, but something was missing. He couldn't quite capture the emotion he wanted—the feeling of seeing yourself in someone else, of being whole only when you're together. He needed inspiration, a muse. And right now, that muse was miles away, busy with her own shooting schedule.

As if on cue, his phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a text from Jenna. He smiled, his heart lifting a little at the sight of her name.

Jenna 💟

Hey, you. How's the song coming along?

Y/N/N 💗

Almost there. Just missing the magic touch. How's the shoot?

Jenna 💟

Exhausting. But thinking about you keeps me going. Can I call?

Y/N/N 💗

Always.

A moment later, his phone rang, and he answered immediately.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth.

"Hey," Jenna's voice came through, soft and tired but still full of that spark he loved so much. "I miss you."

"I miss you too," Y/N replied, leaning back in his chair. "The song's almost done, but I can't seem to get the ending right. It doesn't feel complete without you."

There was a pause, and he could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke again. "Well, lucky for you, I have a surprise."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Do tell."

"Look outside," Jenna said, her tone teasing.

Y/N frowned but turned his chair toward the window, his eyes scanning the street below. His breath caught as he saw her standing there, her figure illuminated by the streetlight, looking up at his window with a wide smile.

"No way," he breathed, his heart racing. "How did you—"

"Come down and find out," Jenna interrupted, laughing.

He didn't need to be told twice. Y/N grabbed his keys and practically flew down the stairs, bursting out onto the street. Jenna met him halfway, throwing her arms around his neck as he pulled her into a tight embrace.

"I can't believe you're here," he murmured into her hair, his heart pounding against his chest. "I thought you had filming."

"I did," she replied, pulling back to look at him. "But I couldn't stay away. I needed to see you. Besides," she added with a playful grin, "I had to make sure my boyfriend's song turns out perfect."

Y/N laughed, the weight of the evening lifting from his shoulders. "You always know how to make everything better."

"That's what mirrors do," Jenna said softly, her eyes shining as she looked at him. "They reflect back what's important."

Y/N felt a lump in his throat as he gazed at her, the words to his song finally coming together in his mind. "Come on," he said, taking her hand. "Let's finish this together."

They headed back up to the studio, the city's lights guiding their way. Inside, Y/N sat at the piano, Jenna beside him, her presence filling the room with a warmth he hadn't realized he was missing.

As he played, Jenna's voice joined his, their harmony blending perfectly. The music flowed effortlessly, the lyrics telling their story of love, of being each other's reflection, of finding completeness in one another.

Hours passed in what felt like minutes. They worked through the night, perfecting every note, every lyric. Jenna's laughter filled the studio as they shared ideas and crafted the final touches on the song. Y/N realized that these moments, these shared experiences, were the true inspiration for his music.

"Can you feel it?" Jenna asked, her eyes closed as she let the music wash over her.

Y/N nodded, his fingers dancing across the piano keys. "I can. It's like we're creating something that's bigger than both of us."

"Exactly," Jenna said, her voice filled with emotion. "It's like looking in a mirror and seeing all the pieces come together. It's beautiful."

They played the song in its entirety once more, the notes filling the studio, creating a world where only they existed. As the final chord resonated, Y/N turned to Jenna, his heart full.

"It's perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"Because we did it together," Jenna replied, leaning in to kiss him gently. "You complete me, Y/N. You're my mirror."

She smiled against his lips, her fingers threading through his hair. "And you're mine."

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, the city waking up around them. Y/N knew that no matter where life took them, they would always find their way back to each other. Because they were two halves of the same whole, two reflections of the same soul. And together, they were complete.

As they stood by the window, watching the sun rise over Los Angeles, Jenna rested her head on Y/N's shoulder. "So, what's next for us, Mr. Rockstar?"

Y/N grinned, squeezing her hand. "How about breakfast? Then we can record the final version of the song and send it off."

"Sounds perfect," Jenna agreed. "But first, let's just enjoy this moment. Just you and me."

Y/N nodded, content. He knew that with Jenna by his side, every moment was a song waiting to be written, every day a new melody. Together, they would create a symphony that resonated through the highs and lows, reflecting their love in every note.

And as the city came alive with the promise of a new day, Y/N and Jenna stood together, their hearts beating in perfect harmony, their reflections merging into one.

[sleepy-sirin]

Incarnation (Honkai Star Rail x Child! Herrscher! Reader)

Summary: In which Y/n, the creation of Will of Honkai, successfully defeated her own creator with the help of her friends. After defeating the Will of Honkai, for using too much of her power she goes into a deep sleep.

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Chapter 7

Third POV:

Stelle and March were looking for Dang Heng, only to find him in the Fight Club, which Sampo dragged him there. When they managed to find Dang Heng there, they saw Sampo leave the Fight Club, the three of them followed him and interrogated him.

"H-Hey! It's you! I was just thinking to myself: "Am I getting robbed? Who are these people following me?" So, y'know, you start to walk a little faster, and... Anyhoo if I'd just turned around, I could've thrown open my arms and said a big "hi" to my old friends." Sampo said as he was making an excuse to himself.

"Save it. You saw us in there and got scared, so you pulled a runner." March was so done with Sampo's pathetic excuse.

"Me? Scared? Hahaha, my friends, what do I have to fear? *gasp* Surely I haven't done anything to offend you?" Sampo said.

"You set Dan Heng up." Stelle said.

"Set him up? Yeah, with a job! You guys are new here, and let me tell you, you're gonna need some cash. And, Sampo Koski stops at nothing to help his friends. Saving you was just the beginning, I have to consider your finances too! With me you get the full service, folks. That's friendship." Sampo said.

"Where's Y/n?! We haven't seen her since we got here!" March said.

"You mean the little girl? I have no idea where she went after I dropped you off at the clinic." Sampo said.

"He's right. She just left without us knowing." Dan Heng said.

The three of them continue to interrogate Sampo, and now the four of them were looking any traces of Wildfire, which Sampo told them.

"Seele's usually always out on patrol here at this time... What's Wildfire up to...? Hmm... are they avoiding me?" Sampo ponder.

"Hey, look! Who's is that?" March said, looking over the crowd.

"Is that... Bronya?" Stelle asked.

"It looks like she's in trouble..." March said.

"M-My friends, don't just stand there! This drama really doesn't need any more bystanders!" Sampo said.

"Oh? Y'know it might be interesting to see you get in trouble." March said.

"We should avoid attracting too much attention... but we can't just leave her." Dan Heng said.

"Dan Heng's right, we can't ignore this." Stelle said.

"Exactly! My boy Cold Dragon Young- uh... young master Dan Heng speaks with reason." Sampo said.

"Let's help her." March said.

"Alright princess. Let's dispense with the pleasantries!" One of the Vagrants said as he aimed the weapon on Bronya and pulled the trigger.

As he pulled the trigger, the bullet was sliced into tiny pieces, as Seele appeared out of nowhere.

"You dare attack someone on our turf again... How about I give you a punishment then?"

"Argh, darn it! Quick, disperse!" The Vagrants run away as possible.

"Spinless thugs!" Seele said, as looks where the Vagrants ran off.

"Miss Seele! Phew, it's a good thing you showed up when you did. My heartfelt thanks~ These Vagrants have got some nerve looking for trouble in Wildfire terri-"

"Shut it Sampo, this has "you" written all over it. Wildfire has countless issues on it's plate right now. We don't need a side order of Koski" Seele said.

"I hear a Silvermane Guard is paying the Underworld a visit... is that you?" Seele asked Bronya.

"You kidnapped me and brought me to the underground. What is the meaning of this?" Bronya said.

"My, my, even your counter self, you still like Bronya~" a familiar voice said.

All of them looked where the voice was coming from, a familiar h/c hair and e/c eyes appeared out of thin air as she waves at the group.

"Sorry I'm late." Y/n gave them a small smile.

"Did you just appered out of nowhere?!" March exclaimed.

"Where did you go?" Dan Heng asked Y/n.

"I got bored and wanted to explore. You humans are so boring, I wonder why Kiana wanted to save humanity..." Y/n whispered the last sentence.

"So you know this little girl? I happend to save her from those vargrant." Seele said.

"It's you..." Bronya looked uneasy upon looking at Y/n, remembering what happend to her guards at their fight. Bronya shake her head.

"Nevermind." Bronya averted her eyes at Y/n, then she gaze at Seele. "You kidnapped me and bought me to the underground. What is the meaning?

"Hmph, listen to her. "What is the meaning of this?" ...She still thinks she's an Overworld princess. Do you know what's become of us down here while you live the easy life? Did you even consider the fate of the Undeworlders?" Seele asked Bronya.

"The Silvermane Guards aren't "living the easy life." We are constantly engaged with the enemy, defending Belobog from the scourge of attacking monsters... And protecting all those above and below the surface." Bronya said.

"Hah, do you even hear yourself? You? Protect the underground? Redeploying every Guard to the surface, sealing off the only passageway... Protecting the so-called Architects, more like it." Seele said.

"The Madam Guardian has her reasons..." Bronya said.

"Hmph, Enough talk, you're coming with me. Chief Oleg wants to see you, and he's got more than a few questions." Seele said.

"Perfect, Miss Seele! We were just on our way to pay Chief Oleg a visit ourselves. Room for a few more?" Sampo asked.

"Fully booked." Seele said. She shifts her gaze at the trio. "...Who are they?"

"I'm Stelle." Stelle introduced herself to Seele.

"...What good is your name by itself!" Seele said.

"Well its this: The chief's in the market fo specific talent, an urgent request. So i'm taking them to see him..." Sampo explained.

"We're looking for a Stellaron, it's the source of all the disasters here. If we find it, we can-" March was cut off by Sampo.

"Ahaha- ahem! I would recommend you not recite your story to everyone you meet. Miss Seele won't understand it anyway, so let's save it for the chief, huh?" Sampo said.

"You're right. I don't understand it, and I don't plan on passing the message on either. Wildfire's encountered trouble at the Great Mine, the chief's busy. If you really want to find him, come look for me at the mine entrance. I'm leaving." Seele left the place.

Y/n, Stelle, March, Dan Heng, and Bronya went to find Seele at the entrance of the Great Mine. The five of them went searching for Seele, Y/n was the one who found her first.

"Hey, you came. That was fast." Seele said.

"What is Wildfire doing in the mine?" Y/n asked.

"Didn't I tell you? *sigh* Long story short. The underground used to have many mines. However, in recent years, some sort of corrosion called the "Fragmentum" started to spread, it's ruined a lot of mines. The one we're heading into is relatively unaffected. A bunch of vagrants made it their home after their old turf was consumed by the Fragmentum. Actually, most of them are pretty honest folks... But with such a large group, it's inevitable that troublemakers will find their way in. They've been stealing from the miners and picking fights. And that's not the worst of it. Things are much more serious this time... For two days now, huge clashes have been breaking out between the miners and the miners and the vagrants. It isn't pretty. Mines are our lifelines in the Underworld.We have to keep providing Geomarrow to the Overworld in exchange for supplies. In order to quell the situation, Chief Oleg brought Wildfire into the mine and left me in charge of security for the towns. But the situations in the mine is critical, I have to back him up." Seele explained.

"Understood, let's go." Y/n Said.

Seele looks at Bronya. "Oh, as for you... the Chief wil decide your fate when we see him.

"Good, I've been wanting to come face to face with the leader of the Underworld." Bronya said.

"Hmph, you're about to come fae to face with reality." Seele said.

"Can you two please stop flirting with each other." Stelle said.

"We're not flirting!" Both Bronya and Seele said.

"Right..." Stelle deadpanned at the two.

Second POV:

The six of them enter the Great Mine, March noticed a familiar doctor among the crowd. "Huh? Isn't that the doctor lady?" March said.

"What's Natasha doing here? Things must be worse than I thought." Seele said. All of them went to Natasha to ask what's the commotion is all about.

"Nat! I didn't think you'd be here. Where's Oleg?" Seele asked.

"Hey Seele, and... Sampo's guests. So, it looks like you've already met. i haven't seen Oleg. The miners sid they saw him take a group further in." Natasha said.

"These people..." Stelle gestures.

"Miners and their family members. They want an explaination from the instigators. This area up ahead is a vagrant dwelling, but they've sealed off the entrance. I guess they're afraid that angry miners might take revenge. *sigh* I heard that many were injured in the clashes, so I hurried over here to see if I could help." Natasha said.

"How could the siuation here become such a mess?" Seele asked.

"I heard that First Mining Team found a Geomarrow vein with incredible deposits... The initial estimate put it at the largest discovery in the last thirty years." Natasha explained.

"Are you serious? That's big news. How come I never heard about it?" Seele said.

"Well, they weren'tin a hurry to make it known. Most o the mines have been contaminated by the Fragmentum, many people are out o work. They were afraid of eing overwhelmed if they let the word out." Natasha said.

As Natasha continue discussing while others were listening, You got tired already even though you didn't do much. You try to stay awake but you took a quick nap but you hear a voice you haven't heard a long time.

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Taglist: @starxao

[alwayslostinfiction]

I've been thinking about what I like about maxton hall or rather Ruby's & James relationship so much. And I think I've kind of got it?

They communicate. They are willing to be proven wrong and change their minds.

Like, Ruby realises immediately when she's overstepped in the Oxford preparation class, after James storms out. She feels bad for it, she doesn't think he deserved it just because of her preconceived notions about him.

But especially: she apologizes. She actually thinks about it, asks her father for advice and apologizes.

She doesn't just act like "oh well, wasn't the best thing but whatever". She takes the time to see things from his pov (And at that point she technically still can't stand him).

And she's willing to change her mind about him. She isn't stuck for eternity in the "he's an idiot" mindset. When he shows her he has another side to him, she's open to it. Let's him change her mind.

Same goes for James.

When he doesn't defend her from his father in the gallery, he tries to make up for it, by printing the posters. By showing that he's not ashamed to be seen with her.

Obviously it didn't convey the message he thought it would, cause ruby wasn't exactly thrilled about it (which she actually communicated right away, even if maybe not in the best manner) but it was the best way he knew in his mind.

And he explained it to Ruby, the moment she came to him. He didn't just keep his head down & took her accusations. He explained himself.

For both his behaviour with his father & the posters. He acknowledged he should've acted differently, he explained why he acted that way, made sure ruby knew that it had nothing to do with her.

And pretty much in any situation, theres some type of resolve like this. They aren't stuck in their ways. They fuck up sure, but they are willing to own up to it and change.

Not perfectly obviously. But that makes sense, their still teenagers after all. Most adults don't even manage to do that right all the time, let alone the times ruby & james manage to do it in the show.

And they do things for eachother. Without being asked for it. They support each others dreams and goals. Actually, they just support each other period.

Ruby tries to get him back on the lacrosse team, when she realises how much it means to him and is willing to take the chance of her sounding stupid considering she was so against him in the beginning.

James is willing to help her out with anything she needs also at the risk of looking stupid.

Also: both of them except that they like the other as it's happening. They aren't trying to hide it. Neither from themselves, each other, nor from others.

Literally. From the very first moment on, through the whole show.

They like each other. And they are okay with that.

The moment ruby apologises they both feel the shift.

When James texts her afterwards about the dress photos, ruby doesn't get snarky, isn't mean to him just because he'd been petty before and didn't help them get the photos. She appreciates his efforts. She's kind, she's mocking him in a friendly (flirty) manner & he's giving it right back.

He doesn't mock her for being nice to him, for showing affection for him, doesn't try to use that against her (which happens far too often in enemy's to lovers type romances in my opinion), he shows the exact same affection back.

Honestly the whole car ride is a testament to that.

They talk. Are open to each other. Ruby doesn't feel ashamed or afraid when she catches herself rambling on about Oxford, she's clearly happy and at ease.

And that's partly because you can see in james face how happy it makes him to listen to her.

He likes hearing her talk about it and he has no intention of hiding it. Not from her, not from Percy.

Or when they get back & james tells ruby she isn't invisible anymore, not to him.

That's a declaration right there.

And he's doing it with all the confidence he has.

And he invites her to a party. A party with all his friends, where everybody can see them.

And ruby tells lin about it. And doesn't deny that she wants to go. She admits she wants to. And she does. She jumps over her own fear of being seen, throws herself right between all the people that would hate her most for being there with james.

At the party itself. They don't hide anything. They touch totally openly.

Or in school. They talk, flirt, touch. No sign of hiding any affection whatsoever.

Honestly I could write down almost every single moment from the first season, cause it's literally happening all the time.

Neither of them act like they can't stand the other while they clearly start to develop feelings.

They are open with their feelings. And I love that.

The main reason they break up/ have that big of a conflict in that regard at all, is because of james dad. Cause he threatens Ruby, which james can't let happen.

(And even then, james has a hard time selling the whole thing meant nothing to him and ruby isn't really buying it either. )

It never happens cause they're too stubborn or proud to admit they like eachother.

Cause they aren't. And I again, love that.

And the resolution at the end? They don't just get back together and that's it. Wooo, happy ending. Nope. They talk it out. Again. Lay it all out there. Make sure the other understands. Feels seen. Loved.

I just...

It just genuinely feels like a genuine relationship. Not just a stereotype. There are dimensions to it. Just like to the characters. And it's just so enjoyable to watch.

[icycoldninja]

I’m feeling angsty today so I came up with the idea.

Can you write the DMC men when they’ve been in a relationship with the reader for a relatively long time and they thought that they’ve been truthful to one and another and understand their flaws and uniqueness but one night, while in bed, the reader mutter under her breath:

“ You’re too good for me, how? And why? To be loved and desired…is one’s closest feeling to being immortal in this vast universe yet…why me? Of all those out there?”

She muttered as she thought they were still sleeping, but in fact they’re listening very carefully what she says, the quiver in her voice and the cracked tone of one’s suspension of crying

Then they turned to ask her why she thought she didn’t deserve to be loved, she kinda replies that it feels wrong to be loved and feels wrong to love someone knowing you can’t return the gesture how you want due to wither their financial limitations or emotional limitations, even though one should never be deprived of such feelings disregard of race, gender and class

Then she muttered that:

“If anything were to happen to me, you need to move on, forget about me, fall in love with others and treat them like how you treated me and start a family with them, okay?”

“You should not bind yourself in the past for my sake…even though it pains me to see you with others…but to not let you move on would be my biggest guilt”

How would they initially react?

This one's gonna be a bit different since they're more like reaction headcannons than anything else. Enjoy.

Sparda boys + V reactions headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante cannot believe you just said that. He's shocked, genuinely, undeniably shocked.

-He loves you because you're an awesome, sweet person who dared to get close to him despite all his issues and emotional baggage; someone who stuck with him through his crazy highs and depressed lows, and he'll forever be grateful for that.

-Then he hears you yammering on about how you want him to move on if something happened to you, and wonders if you've gotten amnesia.

-What kind of monster do you think he is?! He could never get over you even if he tried, and besides, with him around, nothing bad could possibly happen to you.

-That's it, Dante can't stay silent any longer. He decides to wake from his pretend slumber like Dracula and tell you all this straight to your face.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil, the ever alert insomniac, heard every word you said and was quite upset about it.

-He chose you because you had the strength to stand before a son of Sparda and not quaver in your boots. You accepted him for what he was, and loved all of him equally, from Urizen to V.

-He was insulted by the next string of blasphemous words that left your mouth. How dare you suggest that he, the King of Motivation, would allow you to get hurt? Did you really have such little faith in him?

-He would not let you die--he would sooner kick the bucket than let you meet your demise, and even if you did pass away by some unfortunate turn of events, Vergil would never get over it.

-He could see it even now, how he'd lay his remaining human half to rest alongside your corpse, fully embracing the demon within him and going on to conquer the world, disregarding his brother and all that you'd built together.

-Vergil probably should have told you this, since the only reason you were saying such depressing words was because you needed comfort, but decided to keep silent. After all, he wasn't supposed to hear what you said, so he'll pretend he didn't. However, he will snuggle up to you so you can at least feel the comforting warmth of his presence.

□ Nero □

-Nero was awakened by your mumbling and managed to catch most of what you said. It took him some time to process everything since his brain was foggy, but once he understood what you meant, his heart broke.

-Why is that even a question? Why do you sound like you're about to cry? Are you considering leaving him? Are you terminally ill? What would make you say such a thing?

-Nero loves you because you're sweet and you care for him in ways no one else can. You're ready to die to protect him, and so is he--no one else could replace you.

-How dare you ask him to move on if something happened to you? He loved you, and only you! If you died, Nero would be inconsolable, he'd probably fall into a deep, deep depression and overdose on painkillers or something, but this is all speculation.

-Nero would sacrifice anything and everything if it meant keeping you safe, do you should have nothing to fear.

-Nero knew the only reason you were mumbling such things was because you thought he was asleep, meaning you intended for these words to be kept private. As much as he wanted to keep that illusion alive for your sake, he couldn't let you say these things and go to sleep thinking so negatively. Thus, he arose from slumber and pulled you into his arms, repeatedly reminding you of how much he loved and needed you until you fell asleep.

● V ●

-V happened to flutter awake at the exact moment you began your nocturnal lament, mumbling about how you didn't deserve him, or something like that.

-V was taken aback, wondering why you would even think that when it was clear he was the one who didn't deserve you.

-Then you started muttering about how you wished he would move on, forget about you, and start a new life if anything was to happen to you. This made V's heart shatter.

-He could believe you would say that; you were the love of his life, the one woman who cared enough to stay with such a weak, physically pathetic, borderline invalid for so long and enjoy the experience. You'd left a lasting imprint on him, one that he wouldn't forget anytime soon.

-The very fact that you'd suggest such a thing was not only heartbreaking but also insulting. V wouldn't let you continue thinking like this any longer.

-He got up and immediately wrapped you in the tightest hug he could muster, whispering sweet words of affirmation into your ear until you broke down in tears, then covering you with kisses till you calm down.