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nicolos · 1 year

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stew

The sad part of it is really that it takes Nile two months to realise she’s never seen Andy cook.

“Wait,” she says, “what do you mean she’s not allowed to cook?”

Andy just shrugs, perfectly unhelpful as she loves to be. The Andy sitting across the kitchen table from Nile is a far cry from the woman who shot her in Afghanistan, and not just because she’s now mortal and prone to problems like hangovers that last and back pain. More importantly: she looks less tired, somehow, hasn’t made fun of Nile about her Cross again, and gets a sick sort of satisfaction from watching Nile flounder over the important things, like which famous historical figures her new friends-slash-family-slash-anti-dying-club had slept with or the weird set of unspoken rules and laws and tripwires they all have built in that everyone else can see and Nile can’t. Yet.

“It means Andromache has been banned from our kitchens,” Nicky says coolly. Joe raises his brows, probably at the full name, but he’s grinning.

Nile ignores him, because he’s an instigator, and says, “Why not? Andy, what’d you do?”

“Who said I did anything?”

Nile narrows her eyes at her. That tone of voice elicits many things: trust is not one of them. Joe outright snickers.

Nicky says, voice low, “You know what you did.”

Joe mouths, “She does,” and then says out loud, “It’s not so bad, Nile. Nicky’s banned from football. And I’m not allowed to do any plumbing.” He says this like it’s a bad thing.

Nile suspects that they’ve also put an unspoken ban up against her audiobooks. Every time she puts one on doing her laundry, somebody comes up to speak with her, until she’s forgotten all about it. She also keeps losing the old iPod she found with the books on it, and whenever she finds it, it needs to be charged.

It’s ridiculous is what it is. She says so. “Andy is four thousand years old.” Andy raises her brows but doesn't comment one way or the other. Joe makes a so-so face, which really just means Nile’s wrong. She soldiers on. “I don’t care how bad she is, she should be able to cook!”

Andy shrugs around her bowl. “I can cook.”

“We’re all adults. We should have a roster. It’s not fair that it’s just Joe and Nicky.” Of them, Nile herself is probably the weakest: she can make a few comfort foods, but she’s never mastered the art. She’d like to, though. Part of it is wanting to hold onto the food she remembers before she can’t get it anymore and she’s forgotten, and part of it is that it’s just practical. But left to her own devices, she just eats whatever’s there. A roster will help.

And it wouldn’t feel right to leave Andy off it. Nile tells herself this is about fairness and house chores and not about the strange panic that takes over her whenever she imagines never eating her mom’s good again and then remembers that (a) Andy looks like she's maybe five years younger than her mom, and (b) she, too, is mortal. Which is dumb. It’s not like she thinks of Andy as anything like her mother. If anything she’s the bad influence friend everyone’s mom warns them about, but who everyone wants to—

Anyway.

“I don’t mind,” Andy says. Nile turns to Nicky.

Nicky says, “If you wish,” and then looks at Joe like he’s expecting Joe to speak up on his behalf.

Joe grins. “I have no objections.”

Andy’s turn on the roster comes up two days later. She spends the morning out of the house and comes back with two bags full of groceries. When Nile goes to help her with it, bewildered, it turns out one of the bags is half filled with low shelf life candy, and that Andy doesn’t need help, though she looks amused that Nile would offer.

Then she gets to it. She’s not what Nile was expecting, which was someone a little unsure of herself in the kitchen. She chops fluidly and fast, as good with a knife on meat and veg as she would be with it as a weapon, and she moves like she knows what she's doing.

But what she’s doing is—strange. At first glance, the dish is beef, with thick chunks of meat cooking in enough oil to thrill her grandma. But then she throws chunks of apple in alongside the potato. As it cooks, she starts rolling out some dough, with more eggs than make sense. Pie, Nile thinks, even if it's not a pie she knows of, but she rolls it out by hand into sheets of pasta, all while stirring the beef concoction. A bar of the dark chocolate she's munching on goes into the pot, followed by a concerning quantity of nuts. When she grabs an orange, Nile thinks it's for a snack, but she peels the whole rind into a neat spiral and tosses the rind into the pot before offering Nile a slice. When the pasta is cut, she just—starts flipping the sheets into the pot.

Nicky looks into the kitchen as he passes by and starts muttering to himself in Italian. When he opens his mouth, Andy only says, “If you’d rather do it yourself,” and Nicky walks away.

Oh, Nile thinks. “You won’t get out of the roster just by making bad food, you know,” she says, though she suspects she probably will. If it's terrible, she figures she’ll get takeout. She already saw Joe surreptitiously hide a bag of something in the back of the fridge. She hopes he got enough for her.

Andy only winks at her. Nile sits down.

In go raisins, cashew nuts, sticks of cinnamon, the stalk of some plant she doesn't even recognise, more garlic than even Nicky uses, and a whole tablespoon of turmeric. Then come the chillies: long, with the heads sliced off, thrown in whole. When the room starts smelling like heat, she cools it with cups of milk. More vegetables follow: large chunks of carrot and beet, strips of cabbage and slices of—ugh—eggplant go in along with a store-bought sauce she can't read the label of, spoons of cream, a quarter of a bottle of alcohol she's pretty sure isn't meant to be used to cook with, and—somehow—even more chocolate, and some of her favourite morning cereal.

This is the point at which Nile decides to stop watching. It feels a little like tearing herself away from a car crash, but she makes herself go look for her iPod. She finds it between two cushions of the sofa twenty minutes later, at 3%.

Andy calls Nile in to help carry the food out when she's done, half an hour later. Nile’s a little bit afraid of the monster she's created as she looks into the pot. It looks less than appetising, a deep brown that looks thick and has things floating in it and cheese melting on top. On the sides of the pot, she can see bright red oil floating in place.

When she carries it out, her iPod is already gone from where it was charging by the kitchen table. Nile glares at Joe and Nicky, who look back innocently (Joe) and distractedly upset (Nicky). It has to be Joe, she figures.

Andy serves them the frankenstew in deep bowls with toasted slices of Nicky’s last sourdough next to it. With no ceremony at all, she grins and says, “Dig in.”

Then, without waiting for the rest of them, she starts eating.

A little relieved that Andy isn’t going to leave them to eat it alone, Nile takes a small, tentative bite.

The dish is—not bad. She takes another bite, and then another.

The stew is delicious. Nile can feel her arteries clogging with every bite, immortality or no immortality, but she thinks she doesn't even care. It's hot enough to leave her tongue prickling after just a couple of bites, but she wants to keep eating it. It's sweet and salty and sour; the meat falls apart in her mouth but the nuts crunch. The pasta is not really pasta at all, thicker and softer and melting in her mouth like soft bread. The broth is creamy and thick, and none of the vegetables are too mushy or draw too much attention to themselves. It's the best thing she's ever eaten, she thinks. She never wants to eat anything else again.

When she looks up, she must look a little guilty, because Joe pats her arm comfortingly. “I know,” he says.

Andy hums around a mouthful and says, slowly, “It’s not as good as I remember it.”

Nicky looks despairing. He’s staring into the bowl like it insulted his mother. Maybe it has. “That’s what you said last time,” he says.

Nile considers things like nostalgia and pride and cholesterol and having more of the pot for herself, and slides Andy’s half-full bowl towards herself. “You’re off the roster, Andy. And you’re banned from cooking again,” she says authoritatively.

“I thought making bad food wouldn’t get me off the roster?”

Nile nods. This is worse.

Joe grins, ducks into the kitchen, and comes back with the box he had hidden in the fridge, which now that Nile looks closely says Andy Dinner. Andy laughs at her as she eats it.

Nile decides to stop looking for her iPod.

#the old guard #tog fanfiction #mine.#minefic #nile freeman #andromache #i like this one. idk if the characters feel Quite right. but this particular evening i dont care if they dont

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charmsandtealeaves · 2 days

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Anyone else ever feel like they’re talking to a brick wall when talking to their parents about money/cost of living?

Because I swear with mine the answer to everything is just “you’ll work it out” and they expect I’ll be able to magic the solution out my arse.

If I took this job my mother is so desperate for me to take. I would be left with $141 after tax. I still then need to pay fees for the tax service, for the cleaning products I’d use, and childcare.

The MINIMUM rate for paying someone for childcare is $20/hr. Plus I’d still need to find someone. After that I’ve got… $11 to pay fees/products and myself for a full days work.

I’ve not even broken down the costs of products and how often I’d likely have to replace them.

She can’t understand why I don’t consider the hours of employment worth it. Why I wouldn’t just trust someone I don’t know to watch my kid and pay them pittance. No red flags to her at all.

This is not the life I expected or wanted for myself but it’s the one I got, and I’m just trying to make the best of it. I’d rather just spend the time with my child and not get paid for it without the additional stress and potential -$ this “opportunity” would offer me.

For the record: We pay rent to live here. We pay for our own food, laundry detergent and toilet paper. We pay for household items like dish soap, coffee etc on a regular basis. I’m also the person responsible for being here to collect packages or meet trades people. I’m expected to keep the house clean and tidy, do their dishes and laundry, collect firewood and keep the fire going, feed their cats and deal with their litter trays. Plus any other errand or meal preparation they ask me to do at the drop of a hat. I’m doing an Early Chilhood Education certificate while managing the household and looking after Miss 2, I’m not doing nothing with my days.

I’m tired and fucking frustrated man.

#Ray rants #there’s a fucking reason I’m functioning as a SAHM right now because I can’t afford for anyone else to do the job #my labour is invisible #never good enough for her

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zuleyhasposts · 1 year

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Stand By Your Man (Negan/You)

We're fully of stories about this hot man, but I think they are never enough. I posted already on AO3, but I want to give a try here on Tumblr too. If anything, please let me know what you think about the story and if you would change something. Sadly, I know that the first chapter is always "boring" because it's an introduction, but I promise you it'll be more interesting as soon as we get into it. You have my word!

I'll post the first chapter - even if I wrote and published the second one - and see people actually enjoy it. I'll give the AO3 link too, because you never know.

Enjoy!

Chapter One - Meeting

You both looked at each other, probably waiting for one to speak first. It wasn’t a matter of shyness, it was more about studying the person you have in front of you.

He found you in an abandoned house, full of walkers dead on the floor - even if they’re already dead - and he didn’t ask you anything. He was simply staring with a smirk on this face. It made you wonder what was so enjoyable to have that expression.

He lowered himself to be at the same height as you, directly staring into your eyes now. Before the apocalypse you would have called this behavior anormal, but now you wondered what was actually normal and what now.

“Look what we have here.” His smile grew bigger and you started questioning yourself if you should fear for your life.

“Look what? You never saw a person?” You tilted your head to the side and put your hands on your hips.

He started to laugh, as if he didn’t hear a good joke like that in a while. Problem was it wasn’t actually a joke and you were serious. “So, you do speak, doll.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Put your fucking attitude aside and tell me your name.” He said, pointing at you with the bloody bat he carried. If he wasn’t scary, for sure that bat was.

“(Y/N).”

“Full name, doll.”

You rolled your eyes at his wanting to know this much, forgetting for a second that there was a full bat pointed at you. You were lucky he could still handle your attitude; if he was someone else, there would probably be more blood on the floor.

“(Y/N) (L/N). What’s your name?”

You were expecting a bad answer to your question, something like “shut the fuck up, it isn’t your business”, but it didn’t happen. He actually told you his name and smiled after saying it.

“I’m Negan.”

You could hear different voices outside and you could understand that he was probably the leader of some group. It was for the best to play cool and avoid the risk of being kidnapped - and probably be tortured too - if you could. Let’s be clear: you could defend yourself, but you were too tired. You killed who knows how many walkers and there was no more strength in your body.

“So, Negan,” you started to walk closer to him, “how can I help you?”

“I don’t think you can actually help me, doll.” He smiled again, knowing he was actually right. “But I can help you if you accept my offer.”

You raised your eyebrow at what he stated and you already knew he wouldn’t have accepted a “no” as an answer. Crossing your arms, you answered. “What do you offer?”

“Come with me and be my wife.” He opened his arms as an invitation. “I can give you food, new clothes and protection. You couldn’t ask for more.”

Your mind was quite shocked by the request, but not that surprised. You were about to answer, if it wasn’t for your stomach that started to grumble. The fact that it made him laugh was enough to make the situation embarrassing.

“I was about to answer that…” you stopped for a second wondering if he could be offended by what you were about to say, “I don’t want to be your wife and I clearly don’t need protection, but I’ll gladly take the food.”

“And do you think it’s fair for you to eat without thanking me?” There was a bit of dislike in what he said, but still not offended enough to hurt you. You thought he was right though, you had to do something to make you useful enough to be taken. “I think you have people that work for you, right? Let me be one of them!”

He seemed to actually think about it. “And why should I trust you and your capacity doll?”

“I mean, look around! I killed all these walkers alone.” You didn’t want to sound like you were begging him, but you needed to eat something. “Give me a chance.”

He licked his lower lip and you could tell he was enjoying the image of you being desperate for his help. A shiver was felt in your bones, and it wasn’t because you felt cold.

“I’ll give you a chance, doll.” He cupped your left cheek, gently pulling it. “Just because I don’t want to say no to this pretty face of yours.”

You moved away his hand and went to grab your things, even if there wasn’t much to take. The most important thing you always carried with you was the two daggers that saved your ass until now.

“You should be fucking grateful to have my attention, doll.” He said while going out of the house. “You could have caught the attention of my beautiful Lucille here,” the grip of the bat was way more tense now and you understood that “Lucille” was the name of his weapon, “and I can fucking assure that you wouldn’t have liked it.”

You followed him outside, and you could see the sun was about to set and the air was becoming colder. You consider yourself lucky that Negan “found” you, it would have been a very dangerous night to experience again. You wanted to rest your eyes and your body just for one night.

“I can agree that I wouldn’t have liked it.” You said, trying to wash off the anger he was probably building in his body. First impressions are always important and you knew you had to put a grip on your attitude, at least for now.

He let out a laugh and you could feel your body lighter now. It worked, you thought.

You both walked for a bit until you weren’t in front of a few trucks and some men.

“Finally you are here, boss” a man spoke and he caught your attention because of his burned face. You hoped it wasn’t because of Negan. “Who is she?”

“We have a new guest with us!” He put an arm behind your back, guiding you to be in front of him. “Why don’t you introduce yourself, doll?”

He wanted to make you feel embarrassed and you knew it. It felt like when the professor made you introduce yourself in front of the class, you had all eyes on you and you didn’t like it.

“I’m (Y/N).” You tried to not raise your hand like you were greeting them, you didn’t want to be even more embarrassed. “Negan found me in an abandoned house and offered me to be one of you.”

“One of us?” Another man spoke and this one had a funny mustache, you better avoid pointing that out. “How do we know if she’s actually useful?”

“Simon, I didn’t ask for your opinion.” Negan said and you could see Simon actually backing out. I could see that all of them were actually scared of him. How much you wanted to yell to all of them that they were a bunch of pussies, but you shushed the thought to the back of your mind.

“When we’ll have the occasion, I’ll show you how useful I am, Simon.” You said moving out of the way and entering a random truck. At this point you didn’t care anymore, you only wanted to eat and sleep.

“Now I see why you picked her up.” Simon said, putting his hand on Negan’s shoulder. You could hear that they both laughed at the stupid comment that the mustache man made and it made you want to throw something at their heads. It was the worst mistake to accept this offer.

The drive wasn’t very long and you could wish it was more quiet, but the curiosity was enough to question you stuff. You couldn’t deny the desire to tell everybody to shut the fuck up for five minutes, but the least thing you wanted was to make Negan and his men angry.

When you all finally reached the place, it surprised you. You didn’t expect something this big and you neither expected Negan to be the leader of something this huge. You looked around and you felt like a kid entering a luna park.

“Do you like it?” Negan asked, proud same as a king proud of his kingdom.

“You actually surprised me, I didn’t expect something like this.”

You entered inside the Sanctuary and it made you even more impressed than before. While you looked around, Negan was explaining everything as rules, assignments and these types of stuff. As you understood: his wives didn’t work for any points, while others had to work to have them. It was fair for Negan, but not fair for the others, but you still didn’t say anything about it.

You both stopped walking when you reached what was your new room. You couldn’t believe you had a room for yourself only. You didn’t care if the room itself was overall a bare room, it was perfect.

“Well, doll, this is your room.”

“It’s perfect, thank you so much!”

He liked the fact that you were happy and grateful for a simple room like that. Negan almost made it a habit to hear people complaining at the beginning because they wanted something more. Who could imagine that people were still spoiled during an apocalypse?

He left you in your room, giving you the time to make yourself comfortable. He told you that in a few days you would have started to work with them, so it was important for you to feel good if you wanted to be one of them. You thanked him again like it wasn’t never enough.

#the walking dead ao3 #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #negan x reader #twd negan #negan smith #negan fanfiction

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loveblogidols · 1 year

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Light Euijoo Yagami is Kira!<smut>

Pairing: &TEAM EJ x Fem Reader (YOU) [ EJ as Light Yagami and you as L Lawliet)

Genre: A Death Note inspired, modern AU

Warning: SMUT, a little bit of sexual tension, cussing, & a few dirty words.

They will be out of character because somehow I have to start the smut part 🤭sorry about that.

Synopsis: You and Light Euijoo Yagami met after the school graduation. You could say both of you two graduated as the most intelligent students in the school. However he was a real graduate student whiles you were a fake student and is a bit older than him, but due to your suspicions he is Kira, the most wanted killer of the city you had to pretend and investigate him. Well, you offer him to work with you due to his amazing deduction skills and to follow with your plan to make him confess he is Kira. Light accepted it….but he also had his ideas inside his crazy mind. He is going to kill you. Mehhh does he still wants to kill you after what happened to you two on the couch in L’s house? 😏

Orange color: their thoughts

LET ME KNOW IF YOU SEE ANY GRAMMAR ERROR SO I CAN FIX IT!

I’m gonna fck Kira

“ Im L…” she said her head leaning forwardly towards me. She sat on the chair in the most unlikely way a normal person wouldn’t sit on a chair. Her feet on the sit as her knees press against her chest.

She wear a white hoodie with black pants. Her black messy wolf cut hair dramatically fluff out of her head meanwhile her white tiny bow stayed on the side of her soft puffy hair.

So this is L? An emo chick? Never expected it to be a women nor someone like this….I mean how could I tell when the voice the talked to us trough a microphone or a computer was a voice mixed with other different tones of robotic voices.

L stare at me with her big eyes, her dark pupils staring into my soul without blinking and a tiny smile creeped across her pale face.

“ You are? How can you prove to me your are not joking? L…”

Now she grin widely. “Well…..your father’s name is Soichiro Yagami, and in that room the people that talk to me are…Mr. Aizawa, Mr.Matsuda, Mr, Ukita, and Mr.Ide…and last night we talked about the Kira case…remember?……I don’t know how else to proof to you…but that’s alright, I will have a meeting with the others as well…..” She stopped smiling. She got off the chair and put her hands inside her pants pocket.

“Fine I’ll believe you, L….” I put up a fake smile and shook hands with her.

That is how met L. She is amazing doing her job I will admit that especially when she’s a woman it’s surprising….but no matter how amazing she is…she will never…and I’ll make sure that she’ll never find the real Kira.

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“ you are Kira…” The black hair woman said nonchalantly as she sat on the chair in her usual strange position and took the plate of strawberry cake in her hands.

Light is Kira….that stuff he said and did recently has proven to me. It’s just a matter of time before he confesses it to everyone.

L thought.

“How many times have I told you I’m not Kira! I don’t even have the death notebook. How could I kill people without that book…?” Light said with a calm demeanor yet a bit of frustration came out in his words. He sat on the couch that was placed in the middle part of L’s works place.

“That’s what I will find out….” She replied while chewing and staring blankly at the computer.

Damn it! She won’t stop saying I’m Kira! She sounds convinced and I cannot let her think that! In some way or other, I have to stop making her think I’m Kira, I cannot let her ruin my plan…

The young man rests the back of his body against the couch, his face looking at the ceiling still thinking. L put her food down and turn her rolling chair in his direction.

“ Light, you seem tired…for now I’ll leave you alone with the Kira thing, but…I think you need a massage…I’m good at massaging you know…” L smiled kindly at him as she approach him.

“ I am tired, and your assumptions about me being Kira is more tiring to hear…” The young light brown hair man sighed as his honey dark brown eyes stare at the ceiling.

Suddenly he feels both of his feet free from his shoes and socks. With a shocked look, he look down immediately watching how L massaged one of his feet with her hands. “Light, relax…” she simply said yet still staring blankly at his eyes.

What is she planning? To kill me? To find out if I’m Kira by massaging my foot? No…that’s a stupid thought…and very unlikely of her.

Just relax Light….

As she was on her knees she pull off her white hoodie from her body. “It’s hot in here…” she said as she stand up fixing her black thin tank top.

“Now I will massage from your shoulder…and maybe your temples too…” she smiled slightly. Standing behind the couch.

“Thank you, but why are doing this?” Light asks as he still finds the situation suspicious.

“Today I’m in a good mood and generous, and since we’re alone today, I thought I in helping you relax a little. Since you’re an amazing investigator, you deserve a massage from me. Also just letting you know you’re not the only person I massaged, I’ve massaged other people too but only when we’re alone….” L continue rubbing her hands against his shoulders, moving closer to his neck and above his chest.

Light, slowly closed his eyes as the feeling of relaxation hit him. “So you’re taking advantage we’re alone today, huh?” He slightly smirked. “Right…” L replied.

Light opens his eyes and notices her breast almost touching his forehead. He was shaken a little but….what’s wrong with taking a little stare at her pretty round breasts?

Light never found her attractive. Actually he never even thought about her like that. After all, she is his enemy in secret. Light Yagami is used to dating cute celebrities and beautiful women. However, the difference between those cute and beautiful women and L Lawliet is…that L is extremely intelligent.

Simply as that L Lawliet is just a very intelligent woman.

“Are you feeling good…Light Euijoo Yagami,?” L asked as she look down to meet his eyes. “ was saying my whole name necessary?” He asked opening his eyes to look at her. L was smiling. She looked pretty when she smiled. Her dark pupils look different this time…with a different gaze. Light couldn’t help but keep looking at her eyes as she massaged his slowly reaching to the sides of his neck. “Ahh….” He sighed, his chest puffing in and out. “Now I feel good…..Nn..” He slightly moans.

L blushed a little as she didn’t expect that pleasing sound to come from him. “Am I making you feel that good?…” she teased with a smirk. Light saw her face.

Did she just… blush? Mmm….I wonder if I can tease Ms.Lawliet a little just for fun…

“ you really are…..can you press hear a little hard?” Light softly guided her hand toward his chest. “Rub here a little….” L blushed again but did as she was told. She massaged that area with both of her hands. “Mmmm~…” Light moaned biting his bottom lip.

Now, he must be enjoying this huh?….. I wonder if I can tease him more….maybe I can get him to confess he is the real Kira.

L leaned down to kiss the side of his neck softly. “Ehhh??” Light didn’t pull back. He stays still, looking at her. “It’s a new technique, massage using your lips….” L smiled mischievously.

Now what is she trying to pull? She’s probably trying to find out if I’ll confess I’m Kira….well guess what Ms. L Lawliet….not happening! However, I will go along with her stupid little game and see what comes next…

“Really?….then…can you massage my lips?…” Light stare directly at her eyes with a lustful gaze. L smirked. “ I don’t see why not…hmp…” Immediately she leaned down to kiss his lips quite aggressively. However, Light didn’t back down and kiss her as hard as she did to him. He reaches to grasp onto her black puffy hair. L pulls off to catch her breath.

“We just kissed…Euijoo.” You said as you walk around the couch slowly approaching him. You sat next to him and stare at his brown eyes. “Yeah we did L, I honestly don’t know how to feel about it.” He said glancing at your cleavage from your tank top. “Then let’s not waste time, Euijoo.” You straddle him and sat on his groin. You kissed his neck down to his shoulder while rubbing his nipples with your fingers.

“Mmm~…” he hummed while kissing you, his hands around your back. You started to ride him slowly pressing him closer to you. You could feel his boner inside his pants. “Already hard for me? Mr.Kira?” You tease leaning down to suck on his nipple. “Kira?….. Once again I’m not Kira….I’m gonna show you I’m not him…” Euijoo breathe out.

I knew all this teasing was to find out if I’m Kira….no way I’ll let her get her way. Now I’m gonna make her mine without knowing the real truth.

Euijoo pushes you down the couch. Your legs still straddling his waist. “I’m gonna take this off…” He said starting to pull out your tank top. You laughed a little as you were getting excited about this situation with Investigator Light Euijoo Yagami.

He kissed your neck down to your chest. Immediately taking off your bra. Immediately he went to suck on your nipples. “AHhh~~….ssssh…” you moaned and hissed as his mouth felt good on your nipples.

He smirked and kiss down and down reaching into your black pants. You had planned to discover if he was Kira but you seem to forgot to take control. Hitting realization you immediately switch position with him. Now he was on the couch in shock as you were the one between his legs.

“ no way you’re going down on me first, I’ll start this…” you bit your bottom lip as you down his pants and boxers. “Mmm~ you’re a big guy” you smirked. “Enjoy it…” he smirks evilly back.

You start teasing his tip with your tongue. Euijoo hissed and let out tiny moans eager for you to take him all inside your mouth. “Euijoo….are you Kira or not? ….” You run your lips across his hard veiny member. “N-no!….im not…ah~” He closed his eyes in pain.

“ Then, why did you fail my deduction test? For such an intelligent guy you should have passed it” You run your tongue across his member and lick the tip. You played with his balls. “AHRRH!” He growled eager to be released. “B-because there’s nothing wrong a-about t-that! Smart people can fail too!” He cried feeling desperate for release. He was about to touch himself but you stopped him. “Aww…you seem to be in such pain…you know I’ll be nice today,” you said and put his whole member inside your mouth. You started bobbing your head up and down feeling his dick twitch.

“F-fuck…L, you’re so good….hahaha” he laughed in satisfaction. “Ahh~ I think I’m gonna cum Fuck!” He hissed but when he was about to come closer you stopped making him growl. “Fuck! What? Why?” He said angry.

“ Confess you’re Kira, Now…..or you will have to suffer. “ You glared at him with your big dark eyes. Light didn’t know you have a sound recording under the cough. In case of Light confesses you’ll have the proof.

“ I can’t confess I’m Kira because I’m not Kira…” Euijoo sighed. “ once again you’re lying…” you sighed as well getting off him. Euijoo furrowed his eyebrows in anger. “No way you’re leaving me like this!” He pushes you on the couch, your front side facing the couch. Euijoo kissed you behind your neck, back, all the way down pulling your pants off you. You bit your bottom lip feeling excited.

This wasn’t supposed to be part of my plan…but…his lips and hands feel so good…I can’t help it…I guess it won’t hurt me to pleasure myself for a little…

You felt his fingers rubbing behind you. “aHH!” You cried out in pleasure as he began to insert his fingers behind you back and ford. “Faster….” You moaned out. You soon felt you were coming close but he stop. “Hey!” You shouted angrily. “Hahahahaha! Now you know how it feels!” He grins evilly at you.

He is Kira…

You thought tiredly.

Suddenly you felt something hard and warm. “I’m gonna make you cum so hard and good you’ll regret stopping earlier with me, hehe…” he chuckled madly as he thrust his member hard inside you.

“Ahh! ahhhh! AHHH~~ Euijoo!! Fuck, faster please!!!!”. You were going crazy. You saw stars and butterflies in your mind. “ oh my….you’re so good~….harder harder!” You rolled your eyes feeling so good because of him. He leaned closer to whisper in your ear. His arm and hand above your head clutching onto your hair.

“I’ve had enough of you accusing me of being Kira even though I said so many times I'm not! I stop that from you.” He pounded behind you. His other hand reaching to squish your left boob.

“ ahhh~~….ha….no matter….what y-you to do me, w-won’t stop me….from thinking you’re K-Kira- AHHH~,” You said between all this chaos that’s going on this couch. “Haha, you’re a stubborn woman, you know…” He growled switching you to sit and ride his dick.

You couldn’t process everything that’s been going on. It was going too fast. However, you saw Euijoo below you looking very handsome. Sweat covered his forehead and pretty light tan skin body.

He was beyond beautiful. Even in the beginning, you found him very attractive but of course, you will keep that thought to yourself. He look extremely hot beneath you so you couldn’t help but to lean down and kiss fiercely. He kisses you back gripping on your hair.

You grab his hot hard member and line it inside you. You start to ride him. “Ahh~ Euijoo ~ you’re so big…” you moaned out loud. “F-f-fuck! I’m getting close….” He growled under his teeth reaching to cup one of your perky breasts and suck on it. “this feels too good~” you whispered riding him faster. “I’m cumimg!!” You said rolling your eyes back due to pleasure. “Same! Fuck! You feel so good on my dick!” He yelled both of you reaching climax at the same time.

You forgot all about making him confess he is Kira. You had so much that your mind went blank. Both of you sat on the couch looking at the ceiling breathlessly and naked.

“That was amazing….” He grinned with his eyes closed. “Agreed.” You said glancing at his side. He turns to look at you. Both of you stare at each other for a few minutes with blank minds. You sat up and got your clothes together.

This was a bad idea….shouldn’t have thought of something like this…at the end, I’ve never made him confess he is Kira. I failed this time….and badly.

You thought.

“L,…..don’t regret it…as stupid as it sounds, see it as stress release….I enjoyed it…what happened between us doesn’t have to ruin our work relationship alright?….now I’ll go…” Light said fixing into his clothes. “Once again I’m not Kira…believe what you want to believe “ he smiled and left L’s place.

“ some way or other I have to make him confess to me the truth. The sex was good though, I have to admit that…” You said taking a bite of your cake.

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iambutmortal · 2 years

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No Slow Dancing in the Dark

Summary: Feyre will do anything to get out of the Spring Court, including make a deal with the God of Night. Rhys is willing to do whatever it takes to make her his.

Pairing: Feysand

Word Count: 6k

Content Warning: Dubious Consent, Public Sex

Read on AO3

The biggest possible thanks to @ladynestas for beta reading

The sun was shining when the God of Night came to get his wife.

Rhys strode into the Spring Manor, hands tucked in the pockets of his black jacket, the picture of casual grace, to find Feyre sitting alone at the table. The curtains were pulled shut against the sun, casting the room in darkness that wouldn’t be unfamiliar in his own palace. He watched from the doorway as she picked listlessly at the food piled up on her plate, spearing a piece of fruit and inspecting it before setting it back down.

He hadn’t seen her in twenty years, not since her wedding to Tamlin, but she was just as lovely. If he didn’t know she was a goddess, he could almost pretend she was an exceptionally pretty mortal, blessed with large blue eyes and light brown hair so shiny it almost looked golden.

Truly the only thing that gave away her immortality was the subtle glow that seemed to emanate from within her, illuminating the dark room.

In a world of monsters, Feyre stood alone among them all, uniquely lovely. She could've walked straight out of one of those paintings Rhys knew she liked to make under the cover of darkness.

But Feyre’s beauty was not the reason he’d come.

“The goddess of art wants to make a deal,” Rhys all but purred, interrupting whatever contemplation Feyre was in the midst of.

She turned to face him, taking in the dark clothing, the eyes devoid of pupils, nothing but swirling galaxies and the purest black of night.

Rhys expected trembling, to see terror etched across every inch of her body. It’s what always happened when he appeared, ready to fulfill the bargain they hadn’t actually expected him to make.

But Feyre just cocked her head, more curious than anything.

“There you are,” she said, setting her fork on the table, that piece of fruit still on it. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“I’m not a dog to be summoned.”

Feyre glanced out the window, at the sliver of sunlight peeking through the gap in the curtains. “Odd for the God of Night to show up in the middle of the day.”

A smirk spread across Rhys’ face. “If I showed up every time someone tried to make a bargain in the middle of the night, I’d have no time for anything else.”

Feyre’s gaze was cool, assessing. “And? Has mine sufficiently intrigued you?”

She knew it did. It was so rare for another God to call on him, for them to need anything from him. What had caused the pretty little wife of Spring to run into the woods in the pitch black of darkness, to light the offering candle that must have cost a small fortune, smuggled in without her husband being any the wiser, to offer herself up to him. The gods were told to fear him, knew better than to make a fool's deal. So what was so bad it had sent her to him?

“Remind me of your terms,” Rhys said, instead of asking the questions he burned to.

Feyre lifted her chin in defiance, staring him down. Rhys just waited. Let her see what she wanted, see the God of Night who wanted nothing but to make others miserable.

She broke first. “I want out of this house, this court.”

“Things not going well with Tamlin?” Rhys asked. “Strange, you seem to get along so well at night.”

Feyre’s cheeks turned a delightful shade of pink. “Have you been watching me?”

Rhys’ chuckle was pure danger. “Darling, I hear everything that goes on in the dark.” He tapped a finger against his forehead. “It’s enough to drive a weaker God mad.”

“But not you?”

“You’ll find, Feyre, that I am much, much, stronger than any of the other Gods you’ve encountered.”

Feyre hummed noncommittally. “Do we have a deal then? Will you get me out?”

“Without even knowing my terms? Things must be dire.”

He watched the panic play out over her face, no doubt mentally cursing herself for her slip up.

“But since I’m feeling generous, here are my conditions,” Rhys said, flicking an invisible piece of lint off his black jacket. A few small stars flew from it, twinkling down onto the carpet. Feyre watched their arc with blatant awe.

“Spend one week in my court and I’ll set you free, dissolve whatever bonds of matrimony exist between you and Tamlin. And,” Rhys said, cutting off whatever comment Feyre was about to make, “if you want to go back to Spring at any point, I’ll return you.”

“What’s the catch?” Feyre demanded.

“If you go back, you’ll owe me one week a month for the rest of your immortal life.”

He could see Feyre weighing her options, the debate openly warring on her face. “Just one week in your court?” she asked.

“One, single week.”

Rhys knew what she was thinking, weighing her options between Rhys’ monstrous court of Night and the beautiful manor in spring she called her home, debating if she could really spend seven days with him.

But whatever Tamlin’s done, she must decide Rhys is her better option, because Feyre gave a single nod. “Deal.”

Rhys stalked towards her, pulling his hands out of his pocket for the first time. He knew the instant she saw those claws, dark talons growing from his skin and sharpened to fine points, watched as she flinched away.

Undeterred, used to that reaction, Rhys snapped up her fork, bit the piece of apple off it. “Deal,” Rhys confirmed, once he swallowed.

He didn’t give Feyre the chance to respond, didn’t give her the chance to say goodbye to anyone, before he was grabbing her lightly around the wrist and they were dissolving into darkness.

They materialized in Rhys’ private quarters, the palace high on the top of the mountain that housed the Gods of the Night. Daylight streamed in from the high arched windows, illuminating the two of them.

Feyre was still dressed in the typical clothing of Spring, a huge pink skirt exploding out around her waist, the top tight around her chest.

Rhys frowned. “Take that dress off.”

“Do you plan to parade me around naked?” Feyre asked, even as her cheeks flushed.

“Off,” Rhys repeated. He hadn’t planned on leaving her bare but now that she’d suggested it— Rhys shook himself. No, better to stick to the plan.

Feyre looked at him with wide eyes. “I can’t,” she said, gesturing to the laces up her back.

Rhys could barely contain his eye roll. Of course Tamlin liked to dress his wife up in clothes only he could undo, treat her like a doll. He strode to Feyre’s back, pretending not to notice her slight tremor as he raised one finger and sliced through the laces with the obsidian talon.

Feyre just barely managed to catch the front of her dress before it fell down.

Rhys surveyed her exposed back, the smooth, slightly freckled skin.

“I see what Tamlin found appealing,” he said appreciatively.

“The mother foretold we would be married,” Feyre snapped. “Neither of us had much of a say, not when it was written in the stars.”

Rhys rolled his eyes. “Mother can always be reasoned with.”

Feyre whirled around, eyes narrowed. “Maybe if you’re her favorite.”

Rhys couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of him. “Her favorite child is and will always be your sister. Elain knows her in ways the rest of us can only imagine.”

She huffed, tugging the dress a little closer to her body. “Notice Elain’s allowed to run free. And Nesta.”

“Poor, pretty Feyre, married to a handsome God. Such a burden,” Rhys cooed.

“You’re a prick,” Feyre snarled.

Rhys winked one of his galaxy eyes. “A prick who owns. Mine to do whatever I want with for the next week. So many possibilities, I could have you scrub my floors, dust the walls, maybe I’ll even make you clean the dungeons.”

The shoe went flying so fast he didn’t have time to dodge before it smacked him in the head.

“Fuck,” he growled, massaging his forehead.

Feyre already had her other shoe off, held aloft in one hand while the other desperately clung to that damned dress.

“I’m not going to your dungeon,” she warned.

Rhys growled. “You’ll do whatever I want you to do.”

This time, he had enough warning to duck.

“I’ll have two maids set up to dress you,” he said, making sure Feyre was out of projectiles before turning to leave. “Be ready by sundown.”

Let Feyre figure out if that was a promise or a threat.

Rhysand returned when Nuala and Cerridwen were halfway through painting Feyre. The sun was dipping low over the horizon, casting an orange glow throughout the room.

Feyre stood in the center of the room, utterly bare as the twin wraiths moved around her, spreading swirls of black paint along her exposed skin. Black shadows wrapped around her wrists, reaching down to the ground and pinning her in place. Clearly she’d been less than cooperative.

“We’re late,” Rhys said.

Feyre turned so quickly the wraith didn’t have time to move their brushes, paint smearing around her waist.

“How dare you—“ she snarled.

Rhys cut her off with a click of his tongue. “You’ve messed up all their hard work,” he sighed. He waved a finger, the smudges fading away. “And I thought the goddess of art would appreciate their skills more.”

“It's easier to enjoy art when the canvas is willing.”

“Reconsidering out of our deal?” Rhys asked. “Should I send you back to spring?”

Feyre stilled, her face betraying a hint of fear.

“Thought so,” Rhys mused, stepping closer. He trailed a finger along her outer thigh, up the whorls of black, smearing it up her leg “A reminder,” he said, leaning close to whisper in Feyre’s ear, “that for the next week you belong to me.”

The goddess in front of him shivered, and Rhys didn’t miss the way her nipples pebbled slightly.

“Your movements won’t mess it up, but I want everyone to know where I’ve touched,” Rhys explained, taking a step back to let the twins continue.

They made quick work of her upper body, covering her arms and chest with more paint, stopping at the base of her neck. Rhys watched with interest as Nuala applied makeup, lengthening Feyre’s lashes and darkening her lips, while Cerridwen helped her into her outfit for the night.

Rhys had picked it out, two columns of glittering black fabric that barely covered Feyre’s breasts, joined with two panels in the front and back by a belt at her hips.

The clear hatred on Feyre’s face told him she would’ve fought had she not still been chained to the floor by the shadow cuffs on her arms.

“Are you going to cooperate?” Rhys asked, as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, “Or will I have to restrain you further?”

Feyre very nearly growled at him. “It’s not like I have much of a choice,” she countered.

Rhys shrugged, even as the shadows melted away. “I’m sure Tamlin’s waiting.”

Feyre’s face paled, and she took a step towards him. “Lead the way.”

The smirk on Rhys’ face was forced as they walked down the hall, his galaxy eyes trained on Feyre. What had Tamlin done that made him a better option?

They stopped just before the obsidian doors that led to the throne room.

“Is that what you’ll be wearing?” Feyre asked.

Rhys glanced down at the black jacket, the same one he’d worn that morning. “Does my lady demand something else?”

Feyre sniffed. “Seems plain.”

He gave her a once over before snapping his finger. The jacket disappeared, replaced with a cloak of glittering stars on an inky black night. Rhys took no lack of pleasure in the way Feyre took in his now bare chest, the defined muscles under tanned skin and black tattoos painted across it.

“Better?” he asked. Feyre didn’t answer, averting her eyes to stare straight ahead at the doors.

They swung open without prompting, revealing the cavernous space. Spiraling columns reached up to the ceiling, so high above their head one could be forgiven for thinking it was the night sky itself. The only source of light was the moonlight pouring in from the singular window located directly behind the twin thrones on the dais.

The room was utterly empty, and Rhys’ shoes echoed in the cavern, matched by the soft padding of Feyre’s bare feet.

“Did you chase everyone else away?” Feyre asked, her voice teasing.

“Don’t worry Feyre, darling, they’re all just waking up now.” He led her over to one of the thrones, settling her on it before kneeling at her feet.

“Legs apart,” he ordered. Slowly, like it was painful, Feyre complied. The pink flesh of her cunt was gleaming, already wet. Rhys ran a single finger through her folds, holding it up to the light to inspect the shininess there.

“Naughty,” he murmured, even as he licked his finger clean.

Feyre’s face was a bright shade of red, even as she watched him intensely. Rhys watched her back, taking in the way her eyes widened as he slid his finger back in, pumping in and out.

She was wet, so wet it was practically dripping down his hand and Rhys added another finger, grinning when her mouth parted in pleasure. Feyre’s hips lifted to meet his touch, grinding against him.

“Stop,” she moaned, even as her back arched back, seeking more and more friction.

Rhys didn’t, working her closer and closer to the edge, until he knew she was about to come. Her face was beaded in sweat, smearing the makeup so carefully applied. The paint along her inner thighs was ruined, the designs utterly wrecked.

Without warning, he removed his fingers.

“What?” Feyre asked, looking down at him with a face of utter confusion.

“It seems I forgot a part of our deal,” Rhys said, sitting back on his heels. “If you come, you’re mine forever, will stay in my court with me.��

She frowned. “That wasn’t what we agreed to.”

Rhys cocked his head. “You don’t say.”

Feyre sat up, shaking her head. “No.”

“A pity. Then let’s make a new deal.” Rhys stood to his full height, towering over her in the throne. “I won’t rip you to shreds, and you’ll agree to my terms.”

“You wouldn’t,” Feyre protested. Here was the fear Rhys had been expecting, the terror when she realized what she’d gotten herself into.

Because Rhys had no intention of letting her go, had been watching her from the darkness for a long time. The world of the humans that worshiped them was cruel and unforgiving, spawned creatures like him who delighted in suffering. But Feyre was the rare glimmer of hope that they created with their art, and he wanted her.

“I don’t think you know what I would do,” Rhys replied. He snapped his fingers, restoring their appearances, making it look like nothing had happened at all.

He sat just as the door swung open, admitting the members of his court.

The Gods and Goddesses trickled in, the patrons of all things better left in the dark. The gods of sex and lust, of jealously and betrayal.

Next to him, he could sense Feyre scanning the crowd. He knew what she was looking for, her sisters. She wouldn’t find them here. As much as Elain belonged, with how well her dreams fit into Night, she preferred to keep much more pleasant company, to wander around the mortal lands. And Nesta kept herself apart from all immortals, except for his brother, if Cassian could be believed.

No, Feyre was very much on her own with him.

The night progressed as the usually did, gods dancing to the music, drinks flowing in abundance. Most watched Feyre with predatory interest, intrigued by this new goddess among them.

All the while, Feyre held herself ramrod straight, keeping her eyes trained on the wall across from them.

Rhys lounged in his own throne, receiving the line of Gods who wanted to talk to him, to ask him favors. He turned most of them down.

It was only at the end of the night, after the room was once again clear, that he turned to Feyre. “Let’s go,” he said, offering a taloned hand to help her up.

Feyre took it begrudgingly, rising slowly to her feet. Rhys couldn’t help but notice the slick puddle she left on the seat, the evidence of the desire she’d tried so hard to hide.

He led her to her room, only releasing her hand once they were in front of the door.

“See you tomorrow, Feyre darling,” he said.

She dropped his hand like he’d burned her and quickly stepped back. Rhys let her enter the room, waited until the door was nearly shut to call out.

“Don’t even think about pleasuring yourself,” he warned. “I know everything that happens in the dark.”

Rhys could just make out her muttered prick before the door slammed in his face.

Mor and Feyre were waiting for him at the breakfast table the next morning.

“Rhysie, you didn’t tell me you brought someone new,” Mor pouted, even as she continued to shovel eggs into her mouth.

“I’m sorry I don’t inform you of every little thing that goes on in my court. You’d have known, if you bothered to come around more than once every couple of years.”

Mor clicked her tongue, the feathers growing along her arms brustling indignantly. “I would’ve thought my favorite cousin cared enough to tell me.”

Feyre looked up from the plate of cheese and fruit she was picking at. “You’re cousins?”

Mor waved a hand. “In the way all the old gods are.”

It was true, the whole pantheon were connected somehow, all children or grandchildren or nieces and nephews of the mother goddess, but Mor was closer to him than most, had been raised alongside him by the Mother like a sibling, both of them emerging from the teeming darkness that existed before the world together.

Rhys plopped himself down at the table, stealing a few pomegranate seeds off Feyre’s plate. “No one warned you that eating the food of the Night Court means you can never leave?”

Feyre froze.

“He’s joking,” Mor rushed to explain, glaring at Rhys. “That’s one of the rumors the humans made up.”

Feyre still didn’t relax, set her fork down.

“You’re the worst,” Mor said to Rhys. She held her fork out to Feyre. “See, eating and not trapped.” She took a bite. “It’s good too,” she said, words muffled slightly by her full mouth.

Feyre stood abruptly. “I’m going back to my room.”

“Wait,” Rhys said.

The stare Feyre leveled at him would’ve had a weaker man’s knees shaking. “Are you going to order me to eat, make a total joke of me?”

Rhys backed down, averting his eyes. “I want you to join me for breakfast every morning for the rest of the week.”

Feyre didn’t reply, storming off down the hall and back to her bedroom.

“I think you’re making a good impression,” Mor said.

Mor was with Feyre when he came to collect her that night. She was dressed much the same, and if she’d noticed the way the fabric of her outfit had gotten slightly thinner, a hair’s width narrower, she didn’t say anything.

Feyre was laughing at something Mor had said, the bright sound making Rhys’ heart pound uncomfortably in his chest.

“So tell me,” Mor said, lounging on Feyre’s bed with her hand propped on her hand, “how did Rhys manage to get you here.”

Rhys cleared his throat and Feyre’s eyes met his. He could’ve sworn she was begging him to help her, but he only shrugged. If Mor wanted to know something, there wasn’t much he could do to stop her. The truth goddess would find out eventually. Besides, he was as curious as she was, wanted to know what would drive Feyre to make a deal with him, what was so wrong with her seemingly perfect marriage.

“You know how Andras died last year,” Feyre said after a long pause.

Rhys nodded, although it was unneeded. Everyone knew how the god of the wild had been shot by a human, straight through the heart with an ash arrow. The mortals had wanted Andras’ land for farming, wanted to encroach into territory that wasn’t theirs.

Rumor said Tamlin had personally hunted down every man, woman, and child in the village in revenge.

Feyre swallowed thickly. “After that, Tamlin became…paranoid. He wouldn’t let me out of the house and I—“ Feyre trailed off.

Mor nodded sympathetically.

“So now I’m here,” Feyre said with a bitter laugh.

Rhys checked the window, saw that the sun was hanging low in the sky. “And now it’s time for us to go.”

“Will you be coming?” Feyre asked, looking at Mor. Rhys hated the hope in her voice, even as he held out a hand to lead Feyre away.

Mor shook her head. “It’s best I stay out of the Court of Nightmares.”

Rhys could tell Feyre was itching to ask more, to interrogate Mor the same way she had to Feyre, but Rhys signaled for her to go before she could. Let Mor tell that story when she wanted to.

Mor waved them out, telling Feyre to summon her whenever they needed to talk, and then they were back in the throne room, Feyre once again seated with Rhys kneeling before her.

“Open,” Rhys demanded

Feyre kept her knees pressed together, shaking her head. “I don’t want—“

Rhys didn’t let her finish, wrapping his clawed finger around her ankles and tugging them apart, spreading Feyre’s legs.

He leaned forward, running the flat of his tongue through her soaking cunt.

“Fuck,” Feyre screamed, back arching, and her head hit the back of the throne.

Rhys couldn’t contain his chuckle, alternating between long licks up her length and biting and sucking at her clit. Again, Feyre rode his face, desperately seeking the release she couldn’t have. And again, Rhys pulled away just as Feyre was at her climax.

“Will you be coming tonight, Feyre darling?”

“No,” Feyre panted, slamming her legs shut.

“A pity,” Rhys said, rising to his feet and sitting on the throne. He snapped his fingers, fixing Feyre’s appearance but leaving his own untouched. Let them see the wetness around his mouth, see that Feyre was more than an unwilling participant. Let word get back to Tamlin about what they did.

The rest of the week continued in the same way, Rhys deciding on the third night that he’d had enough of fixing their appearance, leaving Feyre to scramble to smooth her hair and close her legs so they wouldn’t see the smudged paint, the fabric covering her only getting thinner and smaller.

Rhys alternated between using his hand and mouth, driving her higher and higher. He pretended not to notice the way Feyre shifted closer to him every night, leaned a little more towards him as the gods danced below them. Just as he pretended he didn’t hear her in the early hours of the morning, using her own hand to pleasure herself while the other covered her mouth, like that could prevent him from hearing.

And every morning they had breakfast together, trading barbs over bread and fruit Feyre devoured, even as she shifted in her seat every time she saw Rhys’ hands, watching him open his mouth.

Last night he’d switched strategies, licking and sucking the dusty nipples that had been tempting him for days until they stood visible beneath her dress. Feyre had spent the night with her arms folded over her chest to hide the ruined paint.

But it was the last night Rhys was the most excited for. He stroked the object in his pocket, practically vibrating in anticipation.

Feyre was waiting for him, standing in the middle of her room, the twin wraiths nowhere in sight. He’d ordered them to leave before sending up her outfits, knowing they would refuse if they saw what he had planned.

The scraps of cloth were a mockery. The two panels of the top, just wide enough to cover the pink skin around her nipples, were utterly sheer, hiding nothing. The bottom fabric was slightly thicker, only as broad as his hand’s width, and short enough that he could see the curve of Feyre’s ass.

It was a testament to how wrung out he’d left her that she hadn’t even protested, had put them on without complaint.

Feyre followed him mutely, sitting on her throne without being asked. Rhys knelt before her, but instead of touching her, he pulled out what he’d held in his pocket.

“I thought I’d do something special for our last night together,” he said, holding out the stone cock.

Feyre let out an involuntary whimper. “Please, don’t.”

Rhys ignored her, sliding the tip in. It was slightly thinner than his own cock, not that that was saying much, long marble ending in a rounded obsidian hilt that matched his talons. Feyre was so soaked it slid in without resistance, all the way to the base.

“Hold that,” Rhys ordered, rising up slightly to suck her breast into his mouth, sending the thin covering askew.

The moan that ripped out of Feyre’s mouth was feral as she pressed against him. “Fuck, Rhysand.”

“Are you going to come?” He demanded, flicking his tongue against her nipple. He ran a hand through her hair, messing up the neat curls Nuala had styled it in.

“I can’t,” she begged, even as she leaned into that touch, parted her thighs further. Paint smeared against Rhys’ bare chest as she grabbed for his head, pulling him closer.

Rhys sighed, lifting his mouth off her breast. “Then we’re done,” he said, pulling out of Feyre’s embrace and rising to his feet.

The hideous whine that Feyre released went straight to his balls, and she slouched low in the throne, utterly spent.

He sat in his own seat, waited for Feyre to adjust herself as she did every night, to pretend nothing occurred.

She didn’t, her eyes remaining glazed over as the room filled too desperate to care. He could sense the stares, the way they took in breast she’d left exposed, the outline of the handle of the stone cock just visible beneath the the black gossamer, before quickly averting their gaze, too scared of what Rhys might do if he caught them to look any longer.

Not that Rhys could blame them, Feyre strung out and needy was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

He signaled for the music to start up, the beat of the drums bounding in time with his heart. Next to him, Feyre whimpered.

“What was that, darling?”

Feyre managed to shake her head, eyes still glassy. “Nothing,” she murmured, although Rhys didn’t miss the way her thighs closed together slightly, trying desperately to seek any friction.

Rhys responded by placing a hand on her bare leg, letting his claws scrape against the inside of her thigh with a barely perceptible touch. Feyre sank lower in the chair.

That’s now their night continued, Rhys just barely touching, stroking, getting closer and closer to Feyre’s core while she came more and more unwound next to him.

They were less than an hour from dawn when she finally broke.

“I don’t want to be trapped down here,” Feyre whispered.

Rhys’ snapped to look at her now alert face, the horrified expression at what she’d let slip.

“I would never keep you locked away like him,” Rhys spat. Beneath his grip, Feyre shivered.

Feyre’s eyes searched his face, looking for any hint he was lying.

“Do you promise not to keep me locked away, to let me out?”

“I would treat you as my equal in every way,” Rhys promised. “Where I can go, you can.”

Feyre nodded weakly and, on shaky legs, stood. She started to lower herself into his lap, but Rhys grabbed her waist, tugging her up lightly.

“Now Feyre, darling, you’ve denied me for this past week. Don’t you think I should be pleasured too?”

“Rhys,” Feyre whined, a noise truly undignified for a goddess.

“On your knees,” he ordered, voice uncompromising.

Feyre spared a glimpse behind her, at the crowd below them, before swallowing and slowly lowering herself to the ground. From this angle, the shortness of the back fabric showed the whole court her ass, the intrusion between her thighs.

“Make sure you keep that stone inside you, wouldn’t want my court to know how much of a cockslut you are, would you?” Rhys ordered, voice low enough only Feyre could hear. “How embarrassing to be so loose it slipped out.”

She nodded, one hand reaching down to unbutton his pants. Rhys’ length sprung free, long and proud, already hard after watching Feyre squirm all night.

“Suck it,” Rhys demanded, wrapping a hand in Feyre’s long hair.

Feyre parted her mouth, delicately licking the precum off his tip.

“More,” Rhys growled, and Feyre complied, taking more and more of him until his shaft was buried in her throat. Rhys tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her up slightly before plunging her head back down. Feyre gagged against him, and he held her there, nose pressed against his lower stomach for a long moment before releasing her.

Feyre pulled off him, still gagging slightly, eyes watering.

“That’s how I want it done,” Rhys said, before leaning back, the picture of casual grace.

The goddess on her knees before him met his eyes for a long second, taking him back in her mouth. Rhys couldn’t contain the groan that came low from his throat, already felt his balls tightening. As much fun as wrecking Feyre all week had been, it had left him dangerously close to coming himself.

One of Feyre’s hands cupped his balls and she hollowed her cheeks. Rhys’ hips came off the throne, jerking into her throat.

Feyre choked, her nails scraping against his balls. The pain only heightened Rhys’ pleasure. “That’s it,” Rhys murmured, urging Feyre on. His hands returned to Feyre’s hair, not to control her movements, but to ground himself.

The goddess at his feet pulled off him with a wet pop, a trail of saliva connecting her to his cock. she licked a long stripe along the bottom of his length, following the wet trail with her finger.

She sucked just the tip back into her mouth, and Rhys came, hot spurts shooting down Feyre’s throat.

“My turn,” she said, as soon as he was done.

Rhys chuckled, pulling her up into his lap. He reached one hand around each ankle, pulling her legs apart, one foot resting on each arm of the chair. If Feyre noticed the way the others stared, she didn’t seem to care, her head falling back to rest on his chest.

“Please,” she begged.

Rhys grabbed the stone cock buried in her cunt and pulled it out before thrusting back in. He fucked her with it, pumping in and out as Feyre fell apart on his lap, tears streaming down her face. With his other hand, he flicked at the hard bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, rolled it in his grip.

“I’m going to—“ Feyre cried and Rhys froze.

“No,” she begged, but Rhys was pulling the cock out of her. He threw it behind the throne, wrapping his hands around her hips and lifting her up. He slid down the throne, falling on the floor and placing Feyre’s hot, wet pussy over his mouth.

“I said I would treat you like my equal,” he said, and then his tongue was on her.

He ate like he was a man starved, tried to coat his whole mouth with the taste of her juices. Feyre fell forward onto her hands, rolling her hips against his face.

Rhys sucked at her clit, teeth grazing the hard bud.

He could hear the voices in his head fading, the sounds of the night falling away as the sun started to rise.

And then Feyre was coming over him, juice flooding his mouth as the voices went silent. She screamed, and Rhys gripped the back of her thighs, holding her against him as he worked her though it, tongue continuing to lap at that hard bud.

“Rhys,” she sobbed, lifting her hips off him. He let her roll off, sitting up. He ran his tongue around his lips, licking away the liquid that coated his face.

“So I belong to you now,” Feyre whispered. “Forever.”

Rhys couldn’t figure out her tone, if she was disappointed or not.

He pointed up, to the sunlight just peaking through the window. “Not fully.”

Feyre looked at him, a sly look on her face. “And if I wanted to stay? Would you let me?”

Rhys pulled her towards him, his cock already hard again. “They would have to rip apart the universe to get you away from me.”

Feyre sank down on him, head falling back. She was so tight around him, and her mouth parted slightly as she adjusted to the stretch.

Rhys reached down, wrapped his clawed fingers around her hips and helped her roll against him. Under his grip, he could feel the paint that coated her body changing, the smeared black slowly shifting, going back to the swirling pattern originally painted there.

Their pace picked up, hard, punishing thrusts of Rhys’ hips meeting Feyre’s own. She rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling.

And then Feyre was coming again, falling apart in his lap. The slight texture of the paint under his fingers faded away, sinking into her skin. The sight of the symbols of his court branding themselves on her body, had Rhys falling over the edge with her.

Feyre screamed as she continued to change, the fingers digging into his shoulders sharply as she grew long black claws that matched his, drew pinpricks of blood from him.

She was panting, and Rhys watched with feral delight as her teeth grew sharper, becoming long fangs.

He surged forward, their mouths meeting in a messy kiss. He could taste his blood in his mouth as Feyre’s teeth sliced him open, relished the pain.

“There will be no question from Tamlin who you belong to,” he said, hauling her into his arms and carrying her to his bedroom.

They fell into bed together, a tangle of limbs, of claws and teeth as they tore into each other, matched each other stroke for stroke, bite for bite.

The sheets were a mess when they were done, the black blood of the gods of the Night Court staining everything.

“I think, Feyre darling, that I should make you wait before coming again,” Rhys panted, once they were both spent, arms wrapped around each other.

“You’re a prick,” she purred, curling up against him.

And that night, when the God of Night and the Goddess of Art looked up at the sky from their twin thrones, the stars had changed. No longer was she to be Tamlin’s wife. She was Rhysands, for all eternity.

For when the artists seem to be driven mad, that’s Rhys taunting his Queen, drawing out her pleasure. And when art seems to flow better at night, it’s because Feyre is ruling alongside her husband.

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The Nanny Diaries | Chapter 7

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“Ok everyone, gather around. It’s time for our Secret Santa!” our host says.

“They also have a Secret Santa?” I ask Mrs. McKenzie.

“Oh, yes, but it is a weird one where they exchange their gifts, and if you don’t like yours, you can change it for the one someone else has. It’s a bit confusing, I don’t quite get it.”

And after watching it for a while, I don’t get it either, but they all seem to be having lots of fun. At the end of the game, Mr. and Mrs. Kloss have a huge photography book that I must check myself when I have time, and Ben… He definitely didn’t end the night with the present he expected.

“I am so sorry, Ben” Mrs. Kloss tells him. “Luna and I had prepared everything so I would end up with that as my present, but things didn’t work out and…”

“It’s alright, don’t worry” he says with one of his charming smiles.

“You can gift it again, I won’t mind. I’m sure you can think of someone” she says, looking at me and winking. Great. Wonderful. My boss just suggested that Ben should gift me a very sexy pyjama set that probably costs more than all the pyjamas I’ve owned my whole life. “Anyway, gotta go find my husband. I heard they want to order pizza, and I’m sure he will forget to tell them that I don’t like anchovies.”

“That was…”

“Embarrassing” I say after Mrs. Kloss has left and it is just Ben and I. “Very embarrassing.”

“Do you like it?” he says, moving the bag with the pyjamas in front of me.

“I’ve never worn silk pyjamas. Or silk, to be honest.”

“I’m pretty sure you are wearing silk tonight” Ben smirks.

“Oh” I say, looking down at my dress.

“I think it is only fair that you end the night wearing silk as well. So here. For you” he says, giving me the bag. “Merry Christmas, neighbour.”

“Ben, you don’t have to.”

“Oh, we are back to Ben? That’s interesting” he says, taking a step forward.

“I spoke without thinking.”

“Yeah, sure” he says, now just a few inches away from me. “Should we go somewhere a bit more private?”

“Where?”

“Do you trust me?” he asks, offering me his hand.

“I do” I say, taking it and following him outside the house, walking down the hall and stopping in front of his door.

“Here is what is going to happen” he says. “We are gonna go inside my house, and I’m gonna throw this bag somewhere and start kissing you while I take you to my room, where I’m gonna get you out of that dress, throw you in my bed and make love to you until the sun comes out. But only if that also is what you want. Only if you truly want it.”

“I do. I want it” I say, my voice a mere whisper, my whole body already tensing in anticipation.

“I didn’t hear you."

“I want it, Ben. I do. Badly.”

“Love it when you call me Ben” he says turning to open his house’s door and making me follow him inside.

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I don’t know what time it is when I wake up, but judging by the sounds my stomach is making, we’ve at least skipped one meal. Though maybe I’m just hungry because the food last night wasn’t that good, I barely touched it, and then… God, I can feel the heat on my face just by thinking everything Ben and I did after the party. Things I didn’t know I was able to do. Or that someone could do to me. Or…

“Blrrrr.”

“I’ve heard you, stomach” I whisper to myself, trying to ignore what happened last night for a few minutes, and focusing on getting out of the bed without waking up Ben.

After leaving the bedroom, I walk into the living room, almost kicking the bag with the pyjamas. I don’t have any other clothes besides my dress, and since Ben said they were my Christmas gift, I guess I can wear them to make myself some breakfast, right?

Once I’ve made some coffee and eaten some cookies I found on a cupboard, I go back to the living room, and for some odd reason, I’m drawn to the piano. To Ben’s piano, the one he wouldn’t mind letting me play. Not the other girls he’s been with. Just me.

I sit down on the piano seat, inspecting it closely and checking every single detail. Like the fact that there is a little plate with a name.

“Eleanor?”

“That’s her name” I hear him say behind me, making me jump.

“Holy shit, Ben! You scared me!”

“Sorry” he says, sitting next to me. He is only wearing his boxers, his curls a complete mess. And I love it. It is a sight I would love to wake up to every morning. “And thank God you had put your mug on the floor.”

“Oh, yes, sorry” I say with an apologetic smile. “Who was Eleanor?”

“My piano teacher, the one who made me fall in love with it. She gifted me this piano just a few months before she passed away.”

“I’m sorry” I say, grabbing his hand and giving it a little squeeze.

“I named the piano after her as a tribute. She played because she loved music, not to be the best or make money out of it. And every time I sit here, that’s what I want to remember. What I want to feel.”

“Would you play something for me?” I ask him.

“Anything special?” Ben says, lifting the keys cover.

“Surprise me.”

“Do you know this movie called “Les Choristes?” he says in perfect French.

“Of course I do! Back in school they made us watch it every single year during our music lessons, and we played some of the songs with the flute.”

“Do you still remember them?”

“I remember one… But not the name. It was something like…” I say, humming the bits of the melody I can remember.

“Vois sur ton chemin” he says, again, in perfect French.

“Oh my God, Ben. I had forgotten how posh you actually are” I laugh.

“Ha ha ha. Do you remember the notes?”

“I kind of do. Where is the do?”

“Here” he says, grabbing my finger and putting in on the key.

“Let me give it a go” I say, focusing and trying to remember the rest of the notes.

“That was great! But wait a minute” he says, getting up and picking a tablet from the shelve next to us. “Do you still remember how to read a sheet music?”

“I do.”

“Then let’s try this. You are doing this bit here and I will accompany you.”

“Ok” I say.

I don’t know for how long we stay in front of the piano, playing, laughing when we make a mistake, Ben kissing my cheek, my neck or my shoulder because I apparently look too cute when I’m focused, and making giggle like an idiot. Like a very happy idiot.

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You Deserve Better

Chrissy Cunningham x Female Reader

TW: Jason’s a dick and is verbally abusive to Chrissy. Chrissy struggles with food and weight!!

Notes: Language and kissing

You and Chrissy Cunningham have been best friends for years. Despite the two of you being best friends for years, she still hid a huge secret from you. She wasn’t sure for a while, but since sophomore year, Chrissy’s had a crush on you. It’s now senior year for the both of you and the two of you have been friends since freshman year. You always thought she was being extra gentle and caring with you because the two of you were best friends, but that wasn’t it. Chrissy hid her feelings for you by dating Jason, she thought he was a good guy at first, someone to just date to say you’re dating, but she was wrong. As they continued dating, the relationship just kept getting worse and extremely toxic. You hated Jason, hated him. The way he treated Chrissy made you so angry and it took a while for you to finally build up the courage to talk to her about it. It was a Friday night and Chrissy had a date with Jason at 8:00pm. You had the house to yourself tonight and felt like relaxing by yourself, alone. You were in your living room, watching ‘The Breakfast Club’ for the fifth or sixth time. It was a little passed 8:30pm when your doorbell rang and you were confused. Nobody was expected to come over, so you cautiously peaked through your front window. You rushed to the door when you saw who it was. When you opened the door, you saw a sobbing Chrissy at your doorstep and pulled her inside. She clung onto you tight, sobbing into your chest and you wrapped your arms around her tightly. You said, “Chrissy, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you with Jason?” She said, “I’m- I’m sorry if I-” and you interrupted her, saying, “Hey, you’re fine! I was watching ‘The Breakfast Club’ so you truly weren’t interrupting anything. Can you tell me what’s wrong, please?” She replied, “Yeah, okay. Jason and I went to the movies, but when I arrived, he said my outfit was slutty. I ignored his comment, but when I said I wanted some candy, he looked disgusted with me. He said, 'Babe, candy makes you fat and you shouldn’t be eating that. You can’t put on anymore weight, Chrissy. You don’t want to be fat, do you?’ I stood there in shock, then started crying and ran away from him. I ran into Steve and Eddie on my way out, they offered me a ride after they saw I was crying and running from Jason. I didn’t want to be alone, so I told them to drop me off here. I’m sorry for just showing up, but I just- I need you, (Y/N).” You pulled her in for a hug and said, “It’s okay, Chrissy, I promise. You’re welcome to stay the night and we can have our own little date night, as friends of course. I can rewind ‘The Breakfast Club’ and I have some candy, if you want? Whatever you want, Chrissy.” She smiled and said, “Are you sure, I wouldn’t be intruding?” You replied, “I wouldn’t lie to you, I promise you aren’t bothering me. You never bother me, actually.” Chrissy smiled again and said, “Yeah, I’d like to stay here with you tonight, (Y/N), please.” You replied, “Yeah, of course! For snacks and candy, I was eating some red vines on the couch before you came. Do you want those or I can look for something else?” She said, “I’ll pass on the candy, but thank you” and looked down at the ground. You squinted your eyes at her and said, “Chrissy Cunningham, if you’re not eating them because of what he said, I swear.” Still looking down, she replied, “(Y/N), I- I can’t- I can’t eat them. He’s right, I can’t gain anymore weight.” You lifted her chin with your thumb and index finger, then replied, “Chrissy, you’re so beautiful, so so beautiful. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. If you could, you’d love yourself so much and see just how beautiful you are. Now, I’m not going to force you to eat them, but I don’t want you to not have any because of what he said. You are allowed to do whatever you want, he’s not in charge of you. No matter what you eat or what you look like, you’ll still always be beautiful.” Chrissy’s eyes started to tear up and her cheeks turned a bright red.

She asked, “You uh- You think I’m beautiful? You’re not just saying that, you- you mean it?” You stared back at her, seeing the hurt in her eyes and lightly grabbed her shoulders, then replied, “I think you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. You, Chrissy Cunningham, are beautiful, inside and out. I’m absolutely not just saying that, I mean it with everything in me.” Tears started rolling down her face and she said, “Sorry for crying, it’s- it’s stupid. It’s just- it’s just nobody’s ever- nobody’s ever said something like that before and really meant it. Thank you, (Y/N).” You gave her a hug, holding her tight in your embrace. When you released, she said, “You’re beautiful too, so beautiful, (Y/N). I just want you to know that.” You smiled and said, “Thank you. I don’t hear it a lot, so really, thank you, Chrissy.” She pulled you back into a hug and when she released, you smiled, then said, “You wanna watch the movie, now? All the snacks are already on the coffee table.” Chrissy smiled and said, “Yes, please.” Then the two of you walked into your living room and Chrissy plopped down onto the couch. You went to the VCR to rewind the tape and when you were done, you plopped down next to Chrissy. The movie started and you grabbed the red vines, then placed the package on your lap after grabbing one. She grabbed one and you smiled widely, happy that she listened to you. Around 20 minutes later, Chrissy said, “Can I- Can I ask you something?” You nodded your head and said, “Mhmmm, of course.” Chrissy mumbled, “If it’s not too uh- too weird, can we- can we cuddle?” You replied, “It’s not weird, of course we can. However you want to is fine with me, anything to make you feel better.” Chrissy smiled and hesitantly extended her legs over your lap, then placed her head on your shoulder. She said, “(Y/N), is this okay? Are you comfortable? I can move if-” and you interrupted her. In a calming tone, you said, “You’re perfect right where you are. Just relax for me, okay? Everything is okay.” Chrissy looked up at you and all she felt was love. The tone of your voice made her heart melt and her stomach had butterflies. She tried to turn her attention toward the movie, but she couldn’t, she just wanted to look at you. In that moment, all she wanted to do was grab your face and kiss you. It took a couple minutes, but she was eventually able to turn her attention toward the movie. When thr movie ended you said, “Chrissy, can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” Chrissy replied, “Yeah, what’s up?” and you asked, “Why do you stay with him?” She said, “What? What do you mean?” You replied, “Jason. Why do you continue dating him?” She said, “I’m uh- I’m scared to leave him. You hear what he says about me to my face, imagine if I broke up with him.” You replied, “Chrissy, you deserve so much better than him. You deserve everything good in this world, not the lies and garbage he’s giving you. You should be told you look beautiful every day, because you do and I know he doesn’t say it. You deserve to go places and eat whatever you want, because that’s what you want to eat. You don’t deserve to cry and feel awful about yourself. You deserve love and happiness, Chrissy.” Chrissy couldn’t hold back any longer, she cupped your cheeks and kissed you.

Your eyes widened in shock and when she released from the kiss, her eyes widened in fear. She said, “Shit! I’m sorry, (Y/N)! I shouldn’t have- I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sor-” and you interrupted her by kissing her back. When you released from the kiss, you said, “Chrissy, I don’t want to take advantage of you being upset.” She said, “(Y/N), I’ve liked you since sophomore year. I just never thought you’d like me back.” You laughed and replied, “I’ve always liked you, Chrissy, always. I’m so in love with you.” Chrissy smiled, then cupped your cheeks and kissed you again. She released from the kiss with a smile on her face and she said, “I love you too, (Y/N). I love you so much. You make me happy and you- and you make me feel beautiful. For fucks sake, you make me feel like a princess.” You giggled and said, “You can be my princess, if you want”, then lightly tapped her nose. Chrissy giggled and said, “Oh my god, you’re so stupid. But are you- are you being serious?” Her cheeks turned red at the question and you said, “Mhmmm.” You changed your tone to one that was sickeningly sweet and said, “You want to be my princess, sweet girl?” Chrissy’s heart melted right then and there, her cheeks turned dark red. She nodded and said, “Please, I want to be yours, (Y/N).” You smiled and said, “You can be all mine, princess. My cute little angel.” She smiled back at you and started peppering you with kisses, until you giggled. A grin appeared on your face and you said, “Come with me, we’re about to make a fun little phone call.” Chrissy followed you to the phone and you said, “Dial Jason’s number for me please, sweetheart.” Chrissy did it without question and it only rung a couple times before he answered the phone. He said “Hello? Who is this?” and you replied, “It’s (Y/N). I’m calling on behalf of Chrissy. She’s breaking up with you.” He said, “Yeah, good luck with that. I’ll ruin her reputation and turn her into a slut. I mean, it’s not like she already isn’t one anyway.” You said, “Mhmmm, okay. If you do that, she’s going to tell everyone that you’re an abusive boyfriend. So, if you don’t watch what the fuck you say, you might lose scholarships. I’m sure colleges would love to know that you’re abusive, Jason.” He said, “She wouldn’t say that” and you replied, “Oh, but I would. Try me, Jason.” Jason gulped and you could hear it through the phone. He said, “Can I talk to her?” You replied, “Mhmmm, you sure can”, then handed the phone to Chrissy. They talked for a couple minutes and Chrissy was nodding along, occasionally humming at something he said. After around five minutes, she said, “I’m dead fucking serious, Jason. We’re over, I’m tired of you treating me like shit.” She hung up on him and took a breath of relief. Chrissy looked at you, then smiled and said, “(Y/N), that felt so good.” You smiled back at her and said, “I’m so proud of you, angel.” Her smile grew wider and she hugged you, then you gave her a kiss on the top of her head. You said, “You wanna go upstairs and cuddle, sweet girl?” Her cheeks turned pink and she nodded her head.

You grabbed her hand and led her upstairs to your room. She closed the door behind her and said, “Is it okay if I borrow some clothes? This isn’t very comfy to sleep in.” You smiled and said, “What’s mine is yours, whatever you want to wear you can.” Her eyes looked like they were sparkling with happiness and love towards you. Chrissy picked out a pair of your sweatpants and one of your band tees. When she put the band tee on, you admired the way she looked in it. It was a size too big for her, so it was baggy, but you could still see the outline of her figure. It was one of your favorite shirts and you loved the way she looked in it. Seeing her in your clothes made you want to give her your entire wardrobe. She said, “How do I look?” and you responded, “So hot, sweetheart. You look so hot, come here.” You made grabbing hands towards her and she giggled, then quickly moved over to you. Chrissy started giggling more when you grabbed her by her waist and pulled her onto you. She straddled your lap with a huge smile on her face, then cupped your cheeks. Chrissy looked deep into your eyes and said, “I love you so much, (Y/N).” Before you could even respond, her lips were on yours. Your hands met her waist and hers slowly inched their way to the back of your neck. Once they were there, she tried to pull herself impossibly closer to you. When the two of you released from the kiss for air, you said, “I love you so much, Chrissy.” She smiled and said, “You wanna cuddle now?” You replied, “Mhmmm, yes please!” You laid down flat on the bed, then, once you were comfortable, she wrapped her arms and legs around you. Chrissy said, “If this isn’t comfy for you, I can move. Jason hated when I’d cuddle like this. You replied, “I love it, angel. No need to worry. You’re like my own personal koala bear, so cute and cuddly. I’ll be your own personal tree!” She smiled, then said, “You’re so cute, baby” and kissed your cheek. You blushed, which only made her smile more. Her smile was one of your favorite parts about her, it was so beautiful. You said, “You’re so beautiful, Chrissy. God, you’re so beautiful, especially with that cute little smile of yours. I love you, angel.” She replied, “You’re so cute, sweetheart. I love you too, (Y/N). My sweet baby.” You turned off the lamp beside you and then kissed her forehead. Within 30 minutes, the both of you were asleep. You fell asleep listening to her heartbeat and thinking about how you can finally kiss the girl of your dreams. Chrissy fell asleep the same way and thought the same thing. She also thought about how safe and cared for, she felt when she was with you. Chrissy teared up as she realized, she finally felt loved. You were the first person to make her truly, feel loved. In that moment of realization, Chrissy held you tight, never wanting to let go of you.

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Cherry Magic Episode 5 (Thailand)

Edited to correct character names.

Trying a new format:

Admittedly, I should have realised, of course, Karan would offer to go to a hotel/stay somewhere else. I’m still, however, utterly annoyed with the lack of any real reaction towards someone just kicking a family member out of said person’s own place.

I’m sure this is a cultural thing, but Karan attributing Achi’s success to the emotionally and verbally abusive aunt rubbed me the wrong way. It was nice of Karan to defend Achi, but if it were me, I’d hope I’d be like, friend, look, I have to say that I find the way that person talked to you to be bad, and if you ever need help, if you ever find yourself in a dangerous or just bad situation with them, I will try my best to help you.

I’m curious what exactly Karan’s POV was towards being given the souvenir. Obviously, he was happy, but: He was thinking about how much he wanted a keepsake, and then, appros of nothing, Achi is offering this sweet gift. I think I’d be worried about accidentally broadcasting my desires if that happened to me.

I preferred the Japanese version of Kurosawa sitting vigil over Adachi, but I don’t have any objections to this version. It does make me roll my eyes, though, at Karan’s lying about having a comfortable sleep when dude, you and Achi both know you slept basically sitting upright next to his bed.

Or actually, if he had been sitting fully upright, that might have been more comfortable.

Moving on, further proof the boss is something and playing matchmaker.

Achi’s telepathy seems to be causing him more trouble than Adachi’s ever did. He and Karan were forgoing a genuine connection pretty easily, and then, because of fantasies Karan never would have expected to happen or tried to make happen, Achi got understandably spooked. I don’t blame him. If I found out someone undeniably had a crush on me, I’d probably handle it worse than Achi, to be honest.

It’s interesting how Rock is being given a more direct role than Rokkaku was. Rokkaku was just sort of a comic relief character. There were moments of mild jealousy from Kurosawa, but on the whole, both Kurosawa and Adachi liked and sort of looked out for Rokkaku.

On this note, I really liked the expansion of Rock and Min’s story here. I’m hoping Rock being all, person has a problem with my friend being gay? Person will regret this, will happen in the show. My favourite Rokkaku contribution to the Japanese version was him trying to gain enough liquid courage to attack Tsuge (not Minato, as I originally wrote) in a restaurant, where two of his coworkers, one of whom is Tsuge’s best friend and one of whom is known for being a physical badass, were with him all because this, from his POV, homophobic jerk was A. homophobic towards his friend, and B. broke his friend’s heart only in part due to the homophobia.

Part of the comedy of the Japanese version was Rokkaku just utterly failing to realise there was anything at all between Adachi and Kurosawa. Rock has definitely pinged Karan treats Achi differently than others.

What could have, and should have, really, been a cute domestic moment of Achi and Karan talking about Achi’s concern for a shared coworker was ruined by the fact Karan was seeing what he thought was Achi falling for Rock right in front of his non-salad food salad.

Credit to the show, I do think, if Achi was in a relationship with someone, Karan would be, okay, I’ll find a way to live with this heartbreak, but if he were ever invited to Achi’s house for anything, he’d only come if he had to, and it wouldn’t matter if he had to find an internet cafe or something, there’d be no way he’d be staying the night.

Which is why I’m not sure what to feel about him getting so emotional about Achi and Jinta. Because, outside of his POV, taking the scene in isolation, it came across as him getting angry at two men sitting together and them hurriedly defending themselves. I wouldn’t be surprised if people were wondering if Achi might be gay/in a same-sex relationship and that Karan had a problem with the not-straight part.

Jinta’s stalking wasn’t as bad as I feared, at least, and while I’m still not actively shipping them, I do like how Jinta and Min’s relationship is being developed so much more in comparison to Minato/Tsuge.

It was well-done how popular Karan was standing all alone on the outside and watching the office loner happily be in the mix of everything. Unlike Achi wishing he could be Karan, however, Karan was just wishing he could be with Achi in a way none of the others could.

Initially, I thought it would have been a smarter choice to have Karan refuse to go, Achi chase after him, and then, have him announce his feelings, but someone else pointed out he was likely operating under: I can’t keep this in, I like you, and now, your boat is leaving, bye!

I might do a rundown of past episodes in this format, too.

#cherry magic thailand #cherry magic japan

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pandaminnium · 2 years

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We had our first date today 5 years ago. February 26, 2018. We found out we lived in the same area after matching on tinder a couple weeks ago, and decided to meet up nearby for dinner. We decided on a Vietnamese restaurant called Em Viet Noodles. It was on a Monday night right after I got off work around 6pm. I had got there first. Walked a little too fast. Texted you I was here first and you said you were walking over. Waited outside the restaurant looking left and right to see where you would come from. A bit nervous because this is first date in a while, first time meeting you. You seemed very nice based on the conversations we had. When I saw a guy who looked like the guy in the tinder profile walk toward me, I quickly looked back down on my phone and pretended to not see you until you got closer. When you were close enough, I looked up, reciprocated the smile you gave me. We hugged and said “hi, nice to meet you” to each other. I was a bit jittery, didn’t expect to hug so soon. You were so friendly. Stepped into the restaurant and we got seated in the middle of the floor. Both our first times here at this restaurant. We got our noodles and ate it over conversation of getting to know each other. I thought the noodles were mediocre. Nothing like regular viet noodles I had before. I focused on you instead.

You were just like your pictures. You were cute. Very broad and muscular upper body. But you had a clear voice. Not so much on the husky, manly side. But it was almost musical to listen to you speak. You had such long lashes that were curled up. I was confused about that. Were they curled on purpose? Are they natural? Can they be natural like that? And then I focused on your voice and tone again. Almost sassy when you spoke at times. Are you gay? But I washed that thought immediately. I can’t remember the chatter we had. But I remember we took turns talking about our past job experiences and a bit of our history. You told me how I remind you of your old self. I can hear how you had believed in me. You gave me tips on dating since I was pretty new at it. You said how to always go on dates that has an outcome favorable to you. Go on dates to a place or restaurant you wanted to go to. So even if the date sucked, at least you got something out of it. You have an example of how if the date is going south, just say you have something else planned an hour later. For sure way to get out of a sticky situation fast. I was amazed with your tips.

After we finished the food, I used the restroom. Checked myself in the mirror made sure I still looked presentable to you. Came back out and we called for bill. As I reach for my wallet you waved your hand at me and said first time was on you. I felt a bit bad and still offered to go half but you insisted. I thanked you

Before leaving the restaurant, there was a witty sticker on the wall near the exit. “Send Noods”. I snapped a picture. As we walked out, we were walking at a slow pace. Not sure where this was going I thought maybe this is the end of the date? But as we were walking and talking, you said if I wanted to see your dog Miso who we talked about prior and I was low key obsessed about. Without even giving it a thought, I automatically responded yes. And then we were on our way to your place. I started to panic a bit. Did I really just say yes to going to a guy’s place just like that?? At 8pm?? With someone I only just met?? I just took a breath and went along. Let’s see where this goes. The streets were dimly lit. Or maybe my eyesight sucks. I turned to you and asked if this was a good date or a bad one. And you smiled back and said “if it were bad, I wouldn’t be inviting you over.” That made me smile also and feel excited to see what happens next.

We walked to 18th Ave and Cropsey Ave and we walked into this corner house property. You lived in the basement floor of that house. Your entrance was from the back of the house. As soon as we stepped in, you call for Miso but she didn’t come out to greet us. You flick on all your lights and head to your room to find Miso. I take off my shoes slowly and lagged behind you. I observed your house a bit. Linear path. Living room first. Spacious with hardly any furniture. Then kitchen was small. Then your bedroom. Looks like you tidied up. Bed was made. Big Tv.

Then, 1 year old Shiba Inu, Miso. She saw me and went straight under the couch. She’s afraid of strangers. You tried to get her out. You put her dog treats in my hand so I can lure her out. It half worked. She ate the treats but dove for cover immediately. You called her out and put her on your bed where you sat down and told me to come sit also. But I refused, as I didn’t want to sit on your bed in my outside clothes. I kneeled on the floor and leaned over your bed and we played with Miso. Why did I thought I caught you taking a peep at my butt. It was fine tho, I had worn my best jeans. We make more small, non memorable chatter.

You mentioned how we should watch a movie and turn on your PS4 and start browsing. You ask what I want to watch and I said anything is fine. You asked me about horror films. I froze for a few seconds. I didn’t want to admit I was terrified of horror films but I had to. But you said I should try it. You decided on It. Asked if I wanted to sit on the bed to watch the movie more comfier. But I still didn’t want to dirty your bed sheets. So you laid down, patted the sofa next to your bed and told me to sit. You put one of your pillows behind me and asked if I was comfy. I nod. You gave me another pillow to hold onto as we started the movie. During the movie, I was intrigued. Still jumped at the scary scenes and hid my eyes a bit. You put your hand on my back and I leaned in slightly into you when I got scared. You held me when I got scared. I felt like you wanted to make a move on me but you were being so polite and just kept your hand on my back the entire time.

After the movie finished, I was a bit spooked. Kept peering into your hallway and thinking about the film. I think I may have used your bathroom. You offered to drive me home since it was midnight now. I was a bit surprised. I thought oh wow you have a car, nice. I said it’s not too far so I can walk but you insisted since it was dark. I asked how late you normally stay up. And you said you can stay up late but normally sleep at 10-11pm. I apologized for staying so late but you said how it’s fine because you wanted to watch the movie with me. I said bye to Miso and we left. Took me out back and we got into your blue Honda civic. I gave you my address and it was so close. It was but a short 5 min ride home. When we got back to my place, we exchanged byes and how it was really fun. We hugged. I don’t remember if we kissed each other on the cheeks goodbye. I think we did. I remember getting home and just really thinking how nice this date was. One of my best dates to this very day. I’ll never forget it.

It’s strange how I still remember two many details about our first date. It makes me happy still thinking about it. It really was one of my most memorable dates I ever had. I remember how we wouldn’t see each other for almost a month after that. We talked for a couple weeks but communication was choppy after that. But every year when my Snapchat gives me a reminder of that “Send Noods” photo I took, I can’t help but smile and think of that date. I do miss you still. But I am healing and doing a lot better now. It doesn’t hurt as much as it used to. I’m still bitter about you at times. But I can handle things better. And I’ll continue to do better.

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mermaid--bride · 1 year

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Diabolik Lovers || Dark Waters - Maria Maniac Route [Maniac 6]

--Scene starts in Maria’s bedroom

Maria: Ugh... Oof... Haah...

Done... The bag is closed.

Yui: ... I’m sorry again... If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have to do all of this...

Maria: Yui... I’m telling you, it’s ok. You didn’t do it on purpose.

Yui: Yes, but... I almost hurt you...

Maria: No. Something else used your body and almost hurt me. That’s different.

Now, please, stop blaming yourself for this ok?

(Because of what happened, Karlheinz sent orders for me to move in with the Mukami instead of staying with the Sakamaki.)

(Maybe if I had taken Kou-kun’s offer that day this wouldn’t have happened... but then again... I wonder why I don’t feel happy about this...)

Reiji: Did you get everything? Remember we will not be held responsible for anything you leave behind.

Maria: I’m pretty sure I have everything.

Reiji: Then come. The car is waiting for you downstairs.

--Scene changes to outside, in front of the mansion

Maria: ... ...Haah ...

(Of course he isn’t here... What did I expect?)

(Did I really think Sakamaki Laito would ever care... about someone like me?)

Yui: I’ll see you at school?

Maria: Yeah... Bye, Yui-chan. Thank you for everything.

See you at school.

Maria: (This is for the best. He can’t harass me as constantly as he did if we don’t live in the same house.)

(Who knows? Maybe the Mukami are better company for me anyway.)

... Haah...

*timeskip*

--Scene changes to outside the Mukami mansion

Maria: ... Well... here goes nothing...

*knock knock*

--Scene changes to entrance in the Mukami mansion

Ruki: Welcome, Lilith. We have been waiting for you.

Kou: M-Kurage-chan~! So you're joining us after all!

Welcome home!

Azusa: We hope... you can enjoy... your time here...

Yuma: Yeah, just don' mess around too much.

Maria: Thank you, everyone. Also thank you for taking me in.

I hope we can get along...

Ruki: Allow me to show you your room. Then we can have some dinner together.

Maria: (It's so weird to be treated like this after so long... It's kind of refreshing.)

*Timeskip*

Maria: ...!

(Woah... There's so much food!!)

Ruki: Do not just stand there. Go ahead and serve yourself.

Maria: Alright!

(Ah... It seems they have fish for dinner today...)

(It would be quite impolite to be a picky eater in a situation like this... I don't wanna upset Ruki-kun for not eating his food.)

(But then again... I'm not sure if I can eat this...)

... ...

(Maybe if I grab just a little, the rest of the food will overwrite the taste of the fish. I'll try that.)

... ...!

(Wait... This is actually good!! I think I can grab some more with no problem!)

Kou: M-Kurage-chan~ Do you usually eat that little or are you just trying to be polite~?

Maria: Eh?

Yuma: Ya should be fast on grabbin yer food or there won' be any left for ya.

Maria: Ah, no no! This is just enough for me!

Ruki: Are you sure? Do not starve yourself just in order to please us.

Maria: I-I mean it! This is fine!

Ruki: ... Is there something you do not like?

Maria: ... ...

(Busted...)

Not really...! I mean, I'm not a fan of fish or sea food, but this one is so good I actually got a little more than I did at first!

So it's really ok!

Ruki: I see... I appreciate that you decided to try it even though that is not a dish you usually like.

I will remind myself to make a side dish without sea food for you from now on. So do not force yourself.

Maria: Really!? Thank you so much!

(Heh... I think I could actually get used to this...)

--End of Maniac 6

#maria #maria ramos #Diabolik lovers #Dark waters #route #maniac #maniac 6 #fanfic #DL #OC

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umbralsound-xiv · 1 year

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Ginger cookies. I had offered to bake them for the rabbit-eared woman who came to visit some suns ago, and thought i would spend some time in the kitchen with the recipe. Of course, i had not expected them to be perfect first try, considering it had been several decades since i had last baked proper.

Still... They smelled nice. Nice enough to fill the house.

...Likely, the smell would catch the attention of someone...

Eir Fellfrost quietly clatters around in the kitchen; the scent of freshly baked goods quick to make itself known. Slowly forming the golden-coloured mixture in a bowl, Eir begins shaping it into a sphere, which he drops onto the floured worktop with a thud.

Erjon Sjadarwesfv had indeed noticed the enticing scent from the kitchen, and he was on the move. If there was fresh food to be found, then he was sure to find it. When he spotted Eir in the kitchen, he waved casually at him. "Hey. What are you making?"

Eir Fellfrost ...Slowly brings his gaze up. No response immediately comes, only a long, slow inhale... And a short, sharp exhale through his nose. "...Ginger cookies." Eir replied, a little quietly. "I am trying to get them right, but it is difficult."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv hummed. "Never had those. I think." He walked into the kitchen and up to where Eir was to get a better look at said cookies. "What do they taste like?"

Eir Fellfrost: "Ginger, probably." Eir retorted, attempting to hide a small curl of a smirk. "...Neither have i. They are seasonal, for Starlight, so i am told."

...Of all people, i should have known it would be him. It feels as though every time i open a spice jar, that he is not far behind...

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "Huh. Makes sense. Kinda spicy, then?" He tilted his head. "Bit early for Starlight celebrations, isn't it? I don't know much about the celebration, but I know it takes place in winter. Is it still chilly enough outside for you to consider it winter?"

Eir Fellfrost: "...Spiced, and warming. So the recipe says. The first batch will be out of the oven, soon..." Eir slowly narrows his gaze. "...You can try them. If you want to. You would not be wrong in saying that it is something of a winter festivity..." Taking a rolling pin, he adds flour and begins to roll out the dough. "...The reason i am making them is precisely that. They are unavailable anywhere else. It is an... Errand, of sorts."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "That's why I came down here, spot on. My thanks. I don't eat many sweets but now I'm curious." He stubbornly remained by Eir's side, watching him continue baking. "You deliver messages -and- food now too? Your business contract is expanding, I see."

Eir Fellfrost: "---No. It is not like that." He glances to him sidelong, yet refuses to elaborate. "...You do not eat many sweets?" A pause. "...But you will eat my leftovers."

I had noticed they were gone when i came to the kitchen for fruit. But i was not... Annoyed, exactly. I can always make more, and it is nice to know others enjoy my cooking.

Even if it is him.

Erjon Sjadarwesfv nodded. "Mhm. Best not to waste anything, wouldn't you agree?"

Eir Fellfrost: "...Suppose not, no. Though they would have been eaten regardless. Still, i am glad you enjoyed it. Assuming you did." He picks up a cookie cutter in the shape of a simple circle, testing how well the dough held.

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "I did enjoy it. That's why I ate it." He leaned down a bit to watch Eir cut out the shapes. "Food with flavor is surprisingly nice, y'know."

Eir Fellfrost: "Yes. I know. That is why i make it. I lived in Thavnair for a time." The circles are set onto a prepared tray, evenly spaced as not to melt together. "...Can you not cook?"

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "Depends on your definition of 'can'. I can make something that will keep you alive. That's about it."

Eir Fellfrost: "...You can make something that will keep you alive, yet make you feel dead inside..." He muses aloud, shaking his head. "...You had never thought to add seasoning? Spices?" Eir looks to him, flatly. "...There has been some time away from... There, surely."

...Away from Bozja. I did not want to speak it so plainly in the house proper. Surely he has not served in the military for his entire life, and even if he had... He has been free of it for some cycles, i wager.

...He has never learned to cook?

Erjon Sjadarwesfv mused on Eir's snarky comments and nodded. "You'd probably wish for death if you ate it. And I haven't had reason to 'practice' making anything besides edible, if you're wondering. Most of the time someone else has done the cooking. Like you, for example."

Eir Fellfrost: "And yet, it is not my duty. I do it for enjoyment." He sidles by Erjon, tray in hand, to take an oven glove and open the oven door with it, peering to the golden biscuits within. "...Hm. They look... Paler than i wanted them to." He sets the hot tray on top, and puts the one with the raw dough in. "Try one, if you want."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv raised one eyebrow curiously at the tray before walking over to Eir. "My thanks." He reached to grab one at once instead of waiting for it to cool. Naturally, it was hot enough to cause him to throw the cookie in the air, sending it flying halfway across the kitchen. He hissed, and shook his aching hand. "..." He then looked in the direction of where the cookie went, before turning back to Eir. "... They're a bit hot."

Eir Fellfrost turns his head over his shoulder to watch the cookie hurtle across the room, slowly turning his attention back to Erjon with a look of utter disbelief. "---Yes. They just came out of the -oven-!" He blinks, a little incredulously. "Which is hot. You know. To -cook things-."

...For all his smarts with magitek and the like, the depths of his stupidity astound me. Who takes a piece of scalding hot food the instant they see it removed from the oven? Does he enjoy bringing himself harm, or is he simply that dense?

Unless he has some aetheric nullification, which i am almost certain he does not!

...Perhaps he has some traumatic head injury i am unaware of, that affects his thinking.

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "Right. May or may not have overestimated my gloves' resistance to hot pastries." He glanced at the cookies. "... I'll wait a bit."

Eir Fellfrost slowly shakes his head, briefly rolling his eyes. "You act as though you have scarcely eaten all sun. I am sure you will not simply wither away if you do not wait half a click." New batch in, Eir retrieves the remaining powdered ginger from the spice rack, returning to his bowl to begin measuring again.

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "How would you know? Maybe I'm starving. On the brink of death. Exhausted beyond belief." He soon reached for another cookie, this time carefully checking how hot it was before picking it up to blow on it.

Eir Fellfrost: "Of course you are. There have been no contracts, and unlike some people, i leave my room quite frequently." Flour is measured and poured into the bowl, along with butter. "...Hermit."

...And he has the nerve to call me such a thing. I leave to dance. I leave to run errands. Sometimes, i even leave my room for fun, or to cook, or to take a walk with Sayuri.

If i wanted to be a hermit, i would have never left Golmore in the first place.

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "I'm wounded." He carefully took a bite out of the cookie, pausing to swallow. "I keep myself busy. Like you, apparently. 'For enjoyment', as you said." He finished the last of the cookie. "These are nice, by the way. Not as spicy as I thought they'd be."

Eir Fellfrost: "So busy you forget to eat? Your duties really must be pressing. Truly, an inspiration to us all." Sugar is then added, along with molasses, ginger, cinnamon. "...Hm. Then perhaps i need to add... More."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "Very pressing. I have to thank you for keeping me alive. With non-spicy ginger cookies. What would I do without you?" He reached for a second cookie. "You should try one before changing the ingredients. Think fast." He then casually tossed it towards Eir.

Eir Fellfrost reaches to snatch the cookie out of the air, no matter how fast it flew towards him. "You would have to learn to cook your own Thavnairian fare." He smirks, taking a bite out of the cookie with a hum. "...Hm. You are right. Not quite spicy enough, but pleasant with tea. The others, in the oven... I added more sugar." He slowly begins to stir the mixture together, before letting his hands do the rest. "...The one i am making now has double the amount of spices required. At the very least, they do not take so long to cook. You can help me taste test them."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv walked up to invade Eir's personal space again, because of course he has to. "So much hard work... But I guess someone has to do it. You're lucky I decided to come down here."

Eir Fellfrost: "Oh yes." Eir breathes. "So lucky." His head shakes, "...I have not baked in some considerable time, but it is not all that difficult." Another side-glance, Eir fills his lungs to speak, and... Does not.

...I would almost suggest he learn to do so himself, but i fear for the repercussions, and would not want the new kitchen burning to a cinder beneath his hands.

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "Ah, yes. Because you're old." He watched as Eir shaped the cookies. "Is baking part of Thavnarian cuisine?"

You make a straight face at Erjon Sjadarwesfv.

Eir Fellfrost: "...There are some foods that include baking, but i would not say it is a staple. And i am not -that- old." Another narrowed gaze. "Older than you, i wager."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "Most likely. You act like it."

Eir Fellfrost: "That does not seem a particularly difficult feat."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv gazes upon you in deep reflection.

Erjon Sjadarwesfv stroked his own chin. "Do my youthful looks betray me?"

Eir Fellfrost: "...We are Viera. Our youthful looks betray all of us on an almost consistant basis." He turns out the dough, seeking to roll out and repeat the same process, using it up before it depleted, filling the baking sheet. "...Have you met many other Viera?"

Erjon Sjadarwesfv crossed his arms and leaned closer to Eir as if studying his face. "... Hm. I don't know. You might be growing a wrinkle between your brows." He straightened his back before answering his question. "Not outside of the forest, no. There's been a few here and there, but I haven't had reason to get to know them. They've gotten a bit more common in Eorzea as of late, it would seem." He tilted his head. "What about you? When I first spoke to you here, you looked at me like you had seen a ghost."

Eir Fellfrost: "...I think you will find the wrinkle might vanish if you give me a little space." A lofted brow, as the tray is loaded and moved for the oven, swapping them around once again. "...Seeing you, i may as well have." A glance over his shoulder. "I need not elaborate why."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "True that. Ghosts from your past and all." He again approached, not leaving Eir alone. "... I'm curious. Did you recognize me already back then?"

Eir Fellfrost lofts a brow at Erjon's approach once again, inclining his head. "...I... Was unsure. We have both changed since... Then. You were familiar, yet different enough." Another quiet huff, as he sets the first batch of cookies into a container. "...It is not as though we saw eachother often."

Only some handful of times. We were distinctive enough. Viera were rare enough in the ranks of Garlemald, never mind the men.

He was at the helm of the airship that took us to Bozja. The rest of the times were only when i was in the midst of duty, delivering orders.

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "Ditto. Your hair was shorter." He grabbed another cookie and started eating it. "No, we didn't. Which is why it surprised me that you recognized me. Then again, it was not that long ago. I guess it's hard to forget anything from back then."

Eir Fellfrost: "...If you could forget... Would you?" Eir's question comes a surprising amount of weight, taking one of the fresh cookies from the sheet. "...Hm. The spice is there, but they are... Sweet..."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv thought surprisingly long on the question, avoiding looking Eir in the eyes. "... Hard question to answer. Yes and no. It happened, and I'm not going to pretend it didn't. But of course I occasionally wonder how things would have been if I had not been there at all." He grabbed another cookie. "No use in thinking of 'what ifs', though. All that's left is memories."

...There is so much pain mired in my memories, there. But what else would i have done? How would i have coped, alone in Thavnair? Returning to an empty home, devoid of the laughter of those i loved most.

...I dread to think it. The first few moons of conscription i barely rememeber; everything was so... Numb.

...But i met good people. Friends. Would i have been happier, should i have never met them...?

...Suppose now is not the time to think of it. I am happy now, and that is what matters most.

Eir Fellfrost: "...Suppose." Eir replies. "...I would have much the same answer, i think. Most things i do not miss. But those i do..." His brow slowly furrows, looking back up. "...The cookie. Too much sugar, you think?"

Erjon Sjadarwesfv glanced at Eir for a moment before eating the cookie in his hand. "... Hm. No, it tastes fine. If this is what a ginger cookie should taste like, what do I know?" He shrugged. "You're the one who knows what flavor is."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv shrugs at you.

Eir Fellfrost: "...Between the two of us, suppose i am. It is nice, but... Sweet." He sets it aside, glancing at the oven. "It would be good for coffee if nothing else, and i am sure someone will eat them." A silver-eyed glance is shot his way. "...Probably, you. The next batch will be out soon."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "I'll gladly help eating them. I'm a generous man."

Eir Fellfrost: "...So long as you do not eat them -all-." Eir sighs, shaking his head, moving to the oven once again. "...This batch looks... Darker..." He wrinkles his nose. "...But they do not smell burned."

...I... Think i might have overdone it. They smelled so strongly of ginger and cinnamon...

...Why did i add so much? They should not taste bad, only...

Erjon Sjadarwesfv had already grabbed another cookie and was munching on it. "I can control myself, don't worry." He leaned unnecessarily close to inspect the darker cookies, still munching. "You wanted them darker, right?"

You make a straight face at Erjon Sjadarwesfv.

Erjon Sjadarwesfv keeps chewing, staring back at Eir.

Eir Fellfrost slooooowly leans away, pulling out the tray and being careful to not accidentally burn Erjon with it. "...I did. They smell strong, still." Eyes narrowed, he glances back. "...They are still hot, by the way."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "Thanks for keeping me safe, appreciate it. I'm glad to know you care so much for my well-being."

Eir Fellfrost gives a flat look to Erjon, which persists as he yet again puts some distance between the two of them, returning to the counter, but not before plucking up a cookie between his forefinger and thumb as not to burn them. "I was just making sure, considering that you are still grasping the concept and function of an oven."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "I'm so lucky to have an oven expert in my presence." He glanced at the new batch of darker cookies as they cooled. "You must have a few years of experience using one. How long did you live in Thavnair, exactly?"

Eir Fellfrost: "...A little more than fifty cycles." Eir replied, watching from afar. The cookie is cooled as he blew on it, "...Some considerable time, and yet... Not long enough." Eir sinks his teeth into the cookie... And blinks. He eats it without betraying any expression on his features, slowly and wordlessly looking to Erjon...

...I have used entirely too much in the way of spices. They are not... Unpleasant, but certainly not for the faint of heart.

...Perhaps i should warn him---!

...

...Or not.

He will be fiiiiinne....

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "Hm. A long time." He carefully picked up a cookie once they seemed to have cooled enough. "And you have not considered going back? Now that you are no longer shackled by... well, you know." He then took a bite, chewed on it for a bit... Before letting out a single, sudden cough. He balled a hand into a fist and held it in front of his mouth to prevent any crumbs from escaping as he swallowed, shutting his eyes firmly when doing so. "... Bit spicy", came a slightly hoarse voice.

Eir Fellfrost: "A bit." He fights the curl of his lips, beginning another mixture; the same amount of flour and butter added as before. "...I have no reason to go back. Not for anything more than a visit." He shakes his head. "And there are things that keep me here now. People to come home to."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv decidedly does not reach for another cookie and instead walks up to Eir to observe. "Employment, girlfriend, that sort of thing. So how do you like Eorzea? Now that you've been here a while."

Eir Fellfrost nods, a flicker of a smile at his comment, not that he made any further note. He adds a little more sugar than the recipe calls for, and one and a half times the spices. "...I like it well enough. A strange land with a vast amount of culture and traditions. The people are a headstrong sort. I like it enough to stay." A glance, then. "...Yourself?"

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "Hm. I don't have any particular opinion. It's safe enough. A nice change from the life I've lead these past fifty years, give or take. I suppose I could have ended up anywhere else and it would have been similar, but here I am. Circumstances and all."

Eir Fellfrost: "...Safe. Safe enough... Anything would be, compared to back then, and yet..." The mixture is turned out of the bowl once again, and worked flat with the rolling pin. "...Nowhere is ever completely safe. You still go out to battle."

...Fifty cycles. He has been with them far longer than i, and yet, i swear he is... Younger.

But such a life takes a toll. Suppose it is difficult to tell, some suns.

...Anything is safe, compared to the hells we lived in. At least here, we are not simply a rank and a duty. People are not left for dead on the battlefield.

...I may not like the Commander, but at least that... That, i can find comfort in.

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "In this profession, at least. You could always go be a farmer." He glanced at the oven for a moment. "Or a baker."

Eir Fellfrost: "...A dancer suits me fine. A messenger, when it calls for it." The cookies are once again cut out and set on the sheet. "...It is different now, than it was then. You go, and you... You come back."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "At least, chances are higher you go back." He studied Eir. "... You can fight. Would you, if you were asked to?"

Eir Fellfrost: "...It depends who asked me." The cookies are carried over, and set into the oven once again. "...I have, since."

...I would for Sayuri. She knows this. She need not ask... And would not anyway.

But for others...?

Erjon Sjadarwesfv raised one eyebrow. "... Right. And if the company asked you to?"

Eir Fellfrost: "That is not why i am here." He turns his head over his shoulder. "I never wanted to in the first place."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "Hm. Alright then." He walked over to the not spicy cookies to grab another to eat. "Life will probably never be fully peaceful when you surround yourself with people and places like these. I suppose you are aware of that."

Eir Fellfrost: "...I know." He waits, quietly boxing up the remainder, keeping each kind seperate for varying tastes. He leaves the ones Erjon was eating, open. "...It was by chance i came here. But it was by choice that i remained."

I know Sayuri will not soon put down her axe, if ever. I knew this when i fell for her, and i do not expect it to change. She told me as much... And i told her much the same back.

While my own presence here is a quiet one, he is right. Though i will not find myself in combat or at the front lines, my very virtue of being present here means i will often be surrounded with it.

But i have made my decision, and i am happy with it.

Eir Fellfrost: "...You can take those with you, should you wish."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv glanced at the still open box. "My thanks. I appreciate you feeding us non-oven users." He grabbed the box and took another cookie to munch on. "And I am afraid part of your contract means you have to deal with 'useless in the kitchen'-people like me more often than once."

Eir Fellfrost: "No. It does not. It is not in my contract." He smirks, awaiting the final batch in the oven. "...But i could think of worse things."

Erjon Sjadarwesfv tilted his head, studying Eir curiously. "Is that an attempt at saying something nice I detect? In any case, don't be afraid to come find me if you need any more taste testing. Unless it destroys what little tastebuds I have."

Eir Fellfrost: "I hardly need come find you when my cooking simply summons you from wherever you might be, hm?"

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "Like dark magic. Perhaps I should be more cautious."

Eir Fellfrost: "Perhaps, but we both know you will not. That said..." Eir pulls out the final batch of cookies, setting them on the side. "...Suppose i did want to speak with you... All i need do is cook something, hm?"

Erjon Sjadarwesfv: "Probably the easiest way to make me come out of my hermit hole. Surprised you even consider wanting to talk to me. Sounds like you're starting to warm up." He closed the box and walked past Eir towards the stairs. "Keep me intrigued, Angreir."

Eir Fellfrost: "Hm." The short, almost quiet sound was given in reply, eyes narrowed. "...There are things only you would understand. You know why." A short, almost half-gesture of a wave is given, as he continues to fuss over the contents of the oven.

Erjon Sjadarwesfv raised one eyebrow slightly as he observed Eir for a while, before he gives a short wave and heads up the stairs.

...As far as interactions went with the man, i could have thought of worse outcomes. I... Will not admit i enjoyed our conversation, but...

...Perhaps he is not... Quite that unpleasant...

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alsktudy · 9 months

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— svt at your christmas party

paring. ot13 x reader genre. humour wc. 0.7k warning. none

– seungcheol

gets scarily competitive at some of the games prepared. scares kkuma since he keeps yelling at one of the 12 to sit back down, although he’s standing up as well - how ironic. he’s the one who has to kick everyone out of your own home even though you insisted it was okay for them to stay.

– jeonghan

whispers some mean ass stuff to chan for him to submit answer for quiplash which literally turns svt into a frenzy - seungkwan yelling at soonyoung, chan trying to explain that it was all jeonghan’s fault and jihoon laughing his ass off. do not expect peace if jeonghan is involved.

– joshua

came early to help you set up your apartment/house for the party. brought all the decorations and even offered to clean your house while you were cooking (how sweet!!). he also brought his acoustic guitar which was played by either him or jihoon for the entire night.

– jun

the answers he submitted in quiplash literally make no sense whatsoever but svt does not care. thats what makes things funnier. they are rolling on the floor, hanging off the lights, climbing up the walls and smacking each other because jun’s funny. to svt, jun is a comedian and they need the world to know that.

– soonyoung

choreographed a bss version of the mean girls jingle bell rock dance with seokmin and seungkwan on the SAME DAY as the party. really wanted to wear matching articles of clothing with jihoon but he decided against it since it wouldn’t match the vibe of the choreo (definitely not because jihoon said no).

– wonwoo

the one who suggested playing the jackbox games after watching a stream about it. he's glad he bought it because its an absolute hit. when he sees everyone rolling on the floor laughing, pride begins to fill him. he feels happy and super proud that the idea he suggested was able to make his friends happy.

– jihoon

when i say no one expected him to ACTUALLY come, i mean, no one did. he waltzes into your party 5 minutes late, making everyone drop their jaws in shock saying, “jihoon? you actually came?” seungkwan later on claims to everyone he knew that jihoon was gonna come since he wouldnt miss out on something like this, making jihoon turn red on the spot.

– minghao

HAS THE MOST OUT OF POCKET ANSWERS FOR QUIPLASH . HE LITERALLY COULD NOT CARE ABOUT ANYONE AND I MEAN ANYONES REPUTATION. “good stage name for a chimpanzee stripper?” (a real question i've gotten once) hao’s answer? LEE SEOKMIN. he also beats everyones ass in drawful although mingyu came a close second.

– mingyu

most definitely helped you cook. arrived hours before the party, or possibly even came the day before and stayed over to help you prep for the amount of food that was going to be digested at your party. sulks at coming 2nd to minghao at drawful.

– seokmin

suggested the mean girls jingle bell rock dance to soonyoung. he also got forced to wear a santa suit to the party, although, he didn't really mind. he also agrees with the stage name for a chimpanzee stripper, “lee seokmin would be a good stage name.” he says nodding his head in approval while the rest of the boys are literally dying in the background.

– seungkwan

he's the self appointed host of the night, not that you're complaining, i mean, no one else was gonna do it if he didn't. helps make the night run (somewhat) smoothly although took a break from mcing to perform jingle bell rock w bss. (he also suggested the idea to soonyoung)

– vernon

watches bss in absolute awe as they preformed jingle bell rock - couldn’t comprehend how they were able to dance with straight face since he certainly couldn’t. also really enjoyed the jackbox games, although someone made a jab at his selcas which he shrugged off with an approving nod.

– chan

like vernon he also watches bss in awe as they preform jingle bell rock. athough unlike vernon he wants to be the 4th member. boo seoksoonchan? it has a ring to it! (at least that's what he tells himself). the one gets picked on for the entire night, since the other 11 knew mingyu helped with the food.

— extra!

unwanted proof abt the chimpanzee stripper question LMAAOOO

thank you for reading until the end!!

a/n. first time doing an ot13 type of post so pls tell me if you enjoyed this type of stuff from me :)) hope you enjoyed and merry christmas!!

note. i refer to quiplash quite often in this, if you don’t know what it is, it’s a very common party game which is multiplayer! perfect for svt. its where where you have answer a prompt, and you can submit ANY ANSWER which leads to alot of laughs. thought i'd explain it just incase. sorry for making this a bit inclusive but i feel like svt wld play this and really enjoy it :)

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#14 The imaginary war – English banter, friendships, and ice cream pit stops

At 19 I moved to the UK to go to arts university in Nottingham. It was the best decision I’ve made in my life. But now, 5 years later, I feel like I lost a war I didn’t even know I was fighting.

It’s not like I gave up my country, I visit whenever I can. I love boasting about the lovely weather, incredible food, blooming new places across the city.

But it’s a feeling of pride and shame that confuses me when all I can retain now is a housing crisis, no jobs, and a country whose mentality is as old as the population. I feel proud to have made it out here. But I feel ashamed of missing it as often as I do. It’s a mixture of knowing you got out of a long-term relationship that wasn’t right for you – but now you don’t know how to fit anywhere else, too strong was the previous puzzle piece outline that it draws blood when you try to squeeze in elsewhere.

For me it’s the English banter. It is, without a doubt, my demise. Absolute social suicide. I used to be outspoken, extroverted, excited to say something (anything really). But now I can’t relate to these people because, ultimately, they are not mine. They will never be mine nor make the effort to understand what that would be like. I think that is why I fell so in love with my boyfriend. He wanted to be my person and he knew he had to become part of all my past lives to do so. This is not to say I expect everyone I meet to immerse themselves in my problems so that I feel welcome - I am not that self-centred. I am merely trying to make sense of why I haven’t been able to connect with people in a while.

My long-lasting friendships with people I have grown up with have come to an end, no matter how much I try to reignite that flame. Some of them are still around, hidden in text messages that offer a glimpse of what their life is like now. I am the happiest to have those updates - it’s as if they take me with them on their new chapters, and I hope they know I always wish them well no matter the number of pages from where we started. But the ones that moved on so easily make me question why anyone else would willingly stick around to read the news.

I can feel myself give in to this imaginary war every once or twice a week. It’s a five-minute jog between not relating to English office culture to fully believing that I will never have a deep and meaningful friendship again.

I have read the answer many times. I am still working on it myself, but I will leave it here so that someone else can make sense of it.

Ultimately, everyone is just worried about making it through the day. You wouldn’t care if I was sat here overthinking the way you awkwardly said “okay” at a joke that didn’t land. No one gives a shit if you want to wear that top, or change your hair, or go to that thing you think you’ll be judged for. You will only regret not doing what you wanted to when you are old and bored.

So, make the appointment, send the text, confront that person, ask people questions. It’s hard but it will be worth it. In the end, the worst it could happen would be for you to be a little bit embarrassed and have a nice night-in with three pints of ice cream to pull you out of it.

You didn’t lose the war, you just had a pit stop for ice cream.

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meatmechapilot · 2 years

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Rivaereri Winter Wonderland 2022 Prompt: Holiday Party

The Christmas Party

Summary: Eren gets dragged to his brother's boss's Christmas party. Expecting to be bored, he ends the night with a hot hook up. (Omegaverse)

"Why do I have to be here Zeke?" Eren grumbled in the car, he's being dragged to a holiday party by his older brother.

"Because my plus one canceled at the last minute," Zeke explained for the last time, "and I told my boss that I will be bringing someone. He does not like it when plans change at the last minute."

"But it's a party for your boss at your company. And didn't you say that most of them would be alphas? I'm sure they wouldn't care to mingle with an omega college student." Eren protested again.

"Most of them would have dates. Also, it's a fancy rich people's party, there should be plenty of expensive food and drinks to keep you occupied." Of course, Eren knows that the real reason Zeke want to go to the party is to make a good impression on his boss and network like crazy. Zeke was too much of a suck up, Eren decided.

Zeke finally pulled up to one of the biggest houses Eren had ever seen and parked in the huge driveway, where a bunch of other cars were parked. Resigned to his fate, Eren got out of the car and followed his brother to the huge house.

This is definitely a rich person's house, Eren thought. The party takes place in a huge living room. The style of the house and decorations are what he would describe as "modern" but showing impeccable taste. The guests were all supplied with house slippers, the owner of the house must be a clean freak.

Champagne and hoeur d'oeuvres were offered to the new arrivals. Zeke encouraged Eren to enjoy himself while he went to mingle (and suck up) to his co-workers. Eren took the champagne, he just turned twenty-one earlier in the year and can now drink. He has to admit, the food and drinks are delicious so far.

Without anyone to talk to, Eren started exploring house instead. Nobody told him he can't nor was there anyone to stop him from leaving the living room. Zeke didn't even notice he'd left his side. He went down the hall to a large room. It was lined with bookshelves and on one wall, there was an antique looking desk and chair combo. This was clearly the study. Eren got curious and wondered what sort of books rich people read. So absorbed was he looking at the books that he didn't notice someone else come into room until they are right behind him and cleared his throat.

Eren jumped and whirled around, managing to spill his drink all over the stranger. Apologizing profusely, Eren started trying to mop up the mess with napkins, grateful that he had the foresight to take some from the party. The drink on all over the stranger's front and mortifying enough, even the crotch of this pants. Eren hastily patted down the stranger and when it's time to clean his pants, he realized that the stranger is hard.

Eren paused, unsure of what to do, he'd caught the scent of the stranger while trying to wipe his down, and he was an alpha. Eren had never been with an alpha before, as he lived with overprotective parents and older brother. The stranger solved his dilemma for him by grabbing his hand and dragging him upstairs, stopping when they reached one of the upper bedrooms.

"What were you doing in my study, brat?" The alpha interrogated him. Eren stammered nervously, the strange alpha was really hot. The strange alpha also took pity on him and introduced himself as Levi. Eren offered his own name. Levi then demanded that Eren make up for his expensive suit, an unmistakable glint of lust in his eyes.

Eren caught the look, for some reason, he desperately wants to impress the alpha and said, "I can give you a blow job." He was greeted with a bark of laughter, but Levi moved to unbuckle his belt. Eren was rooted to the spot, then with a look of determination, dropped to his knees in front of Levi.

Before he started, Levi stopped him, giving him a final chance to back out. Eren responded by attempting to take Levi's entire length into his mouth, then gagging when it was too much. It was clear that the omega didn't know what he was doing. Levi took pity on him again and pulled him to his feet. "Here, I'll take payment this way instead," he said, then kissed Eren on the lips.

Eren opened his mouth in surprise, which give Levi the opening to plunder the omega's mouth with his tongue. Eren's legs turned to mush, which allowed Levi to move them on the bed. They sat on the edge of the bed, with Eren receiving his first proper kiss (with tongue) from an alpha. They kissed for what felt like hours (but was only a few minutes) and when they broke apart, Eren realized that his panties are soaked with slick. Levi's not much better off, if the erection digging into Eren's leg was anything to go by.

Eren realizes that there is a distinct possiblity that he might lose his virginity to the handsome alpha tonight, he desperately want to, but don't know how to ask. Once again, Levi seemingly read his mind and put his hands on the omega, attempting to take off his clothes. Eren got the message and quickly stripped down to his underwear. Levi has taken off his pants, freeing his impressive length.

Levi moved to pull down Eren's panties, and noting how wet Eren already is, and started teasing Eren's clit. The sudden pleasure caused Eren to moan, while Levi stated that he would start fingering Eren now. Eren decided to trust Levi and nodded vigorously. He somehow found himself on his back with an alpha's fingers in his cunt, gushing slick all over the sheets. Levi didn't seem to mind the mess and continued with his ministrations, bringing Eren to his first orgasm.

Finally coming down to Earth, Eren wondered how much better the alpha's cock would feel instead of his fingers. He must have accidentally said it out loud, because Levi said he should go for a ride on his dick to find out. Eren took this as a challenge and got onto the alpha's lap. He positioned himself and carefully lowered his pussy on Levi's cock.

It was a lot bigger than fingers and Eren had to stop frequently to adjust to the size. Luckily, he's slicking a lot, and soon enough, he took the alpha's entire length inside. Levi was whispering encouraging words the whole time and had his hands possessive around the omega's waist. Eren tentatively, started moving, with Levi gently guiding him up and down.

After establishing a good pace, the omega quickly found the best angle to give himself the maximum amount of pleasure. Eren bobbed up and down Levi's length, unable to hold back his voice, but pleased that he can also hear pleasured grunts from the alpha as well. With his climax quickly approaching, Eren kissed Levi again, this sent them both over the edge. Eren squirted all over the place and he can feel the alpha's knot locking them together and cum flooding his insides.

After Levi's knot went down, he helped Eren to lie on the bed. The omega was completely worn out, but he noticed that Levi left his side to answer the phone. It must be a work emergency because the other party was in a panic and is screaming into the speaker, they were so loud that the omega can make out "Mr. Ackerman" being shouted frantically. Wait, Mr. Ackerman, that's the name of Zeke's boss. Who just stuffed him full of cum. Zeke was going to kill him.

Postscript: Zeke was not happy about their relationship at first, Levi was way too old for his precious baby brother. But after he got a promotion and a raise, Zeke decided to give them his blessing.

#rivaereri winter wonderland 2022

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