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what'd i tell you? ninja. see? zoomer. how come the only one helping me out is this random girl? so you really fought one of these things before? and you're like, totally, 100% sure it wasn't a bear? i know i can be a jerk like him sometimes, and i do not want to be like him. ever. human tastes better than cat, i promise. he's insane! out of the way! you want some? come get this! he'll kill us. looking for my stepsister, a little birdie told me she was here. huh, that's weird, don't know her. you're dead, sinclair! no, you are. from here on out you leave me and my friends alone, do you understand? say you understand! say it! stop the car! everybody shut up, i'm trying to focus! dingus, your children are here! again? seriously? i can drive. no! no, never again, please! anybody but you. no! it's, um, it's a failsafe, for after. you know, for things, if they, if they don't work out. either take me where i need to go or you're gonna have to tie me down, which is technically kidnapping of a minor, and if i live to see another day, steve, i swear to god i will prosecute. hey, woah, woah, you alright? i'm fine, just drive. alright, it’s been long enough. steve, just give her some time! i have, alright, sinclair? i'm calling it. if she wants to get a lawyer, she can. hey, max, time to giddyup. max? max! MAX! MAX! MAX!
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Shhh...Just A Little Bit More
Part Three (Soft Version)
DBF!Joel x Female!Reader - 18+
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 (Spicy Version)
Summary: Joel Miller caught you working where you shouldn't be after you promised to quit. Now he's taking matters into his own hands. Word Count 4.7k
CW: DBF!, Dom!, SoftDom!, use of nicknames (baby, sweet pea, baby girl etc.), Sub/Dom, DD/LG, use of a collar, use of toys. no use of y/n. no description of reader except for piercings. Praise, degradation. After care.
AN: THANK YOU for all your love on parts 1 and 2. I was in my feels when I wrote this, so this is the sweeter version of the two. I'd love to hear which version you preferred!
“Hey, buddy. It’s Joel.”
“Joel?” You can hear your dad’s muffled and panicked voice through the receiver. “Where’s my daughter? Why do you have her phone? It’s 5 am!”
“Remember that time Sarah ran away to your house and you told me that one day I might be doing the same for you?”
Your dad is silent for a while, a distorted higher pitched voice filters through before you hear your dad again, “It’s alright honey. She’s with Joel.” He lets out a deep sigh before adding, “I thought we skipped the rebellious phase with her.”
“She’s a good girl. I think she just needs some time to cool off.” Joel says, his voice is friendly and light.
You squeeze your thighs together and nuzzle deeper into Joel’s throat. You know what you need, and it isn’t to cool off. He and your dad have been friends since the day he moved in down the street. You were seven and Sarah was eleven, you thought she was the coolest person on the planet. Wonder what she’d think of you now, cuddled up against her dad after he just edged the fuck out of you after spanking you in an alleyway. You’re lost in your thoughts as Joel talks with your parents for a while.
A sane person would stop being so turned on right now. Fuck, I need Joel. So badly. Maybe I should rile him up some more.
“I’ll come by this afternoon,” Joel hugs you tighter, bringing you back to the conversation. “Ya, if she wants to, I’ll bring her. She’s ok, just never seen her more - frustrated.”
You squeeze his side, knowing he’s smirking about how frustrated and needy you truly are right now. He hangs up the phone and brings his lips to yours, kissing you harder this time. You moan into his mouth, hands roaming up his body to tangle in his hair.
Holy shit, Joel Miller is kissing me.
As you run your nails along his scalp he lets out a pleasurable sounding gasp. Oh, he likes that, he likes that very much.
Got ya, you think to yourself.
He pulls away to see you smiling at him. “This is why I usually tie naughty girls down,” his voice is completely different from how it was just moments ago. Deeper, more commanding, and it reverberates through you, right to your pussy. “Because they think they’ve found spots that will get them what they want. Let’s go home now, darlin’.”
Joel’s front door has barely closed before he’s pushing you up against the wall, caged in by his arms and strong chest.
Every bump on the drive home had you twitching, you tried your hardest not to gasp and moan but the combination of the gravel road, your insane state of heightened arousal, and the lack of underwear in your stiff denim shorts were all working against you.
“Did you come on the drive home?” He says coldly, lips pressing against your neck, hitting that sweet soft spot just below your ear.
“No, Joel,” you whine.
His teeth graze your throat and you cry out, “It’s Mr Miller, don’t make me remind you again.”
Your hands scramble for purchase as your knees start to give out, wrapping around the open flannel shirt he’s wearing over a fitted black t-shirt.
“I’m sorry, Mr Miller. I don’t…” you trail off, you aren’t sure if you should say you’ve never been a sub before, at least not to someone this experienced. You don’t want him to stop, you love what happened tonight and you want him to show you and teach you what this all means. But even more so, you trust him to teach you.
Joel stops kissing you, hands coming to your waist and lifting you so your eye level. When you wrap your legs around his trim waist you gasp out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Your poor cunt is begging for relief but you can’t barely stand your clit to be touched. His eyes look at you with concern.
I deserve to go to hell if she tells me she’s a virgin. Fuck, you were so stupid when it comes to her.
“I need you to finish that sentence, babygirl. You don’t what?”
Your cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink, so shy compared to that bratty girl who told him to kiss his ass. Joel has the gut sinking feeling that you might have him wrapped around your little finger already.
Dangerous.
Very very dangerous.
Not to mention stupid.
“I’ve just..” you start, he brings his hands to cup your face, moving a few strands of stray hairs that are stuck to your lips. “I haven’t had a Dom before. I don’t know what to do or what to call you.”
Cute, Joel thinks to himself, she’s so fucking cute right now.
“Well babygirl, when we are playing like this you do what I tell you, and if you don’t like what I tell you, you use the safe word. Do you remember it?”
You nod, biting your lip as you whisper, “Cowboy.”
His face lights up with pride and in that moment you realize you’ll do anything to have him look at you like that again. And when he throws in a gravelly, ‘good girl’, any inhibitions you had go out the window. You are a good girl, you want to be his good girl…forever.
He continues, “And when we are playing you call me Mr Miller. Otherwise, you can call me whatever you’d like.” He places a light kiss on the tip of your nose and you melt a little more into him and the wall behind you. “Do you have any other questions, baby?”
Do you know what it does to me when you call me baby?
Or kiss my nose or forehead like you have?
Can you spank me again?
Can you make me come?
Can I suck your dick?
How do you feel about anal?
“Umm,” you press your lips together, eyes taking in every little bit of his face, trying to memorize this moment. “How will I know when we are playing and when we aren’t?”
Fuck, if this girl lets me put a collar on her I’m going to come in my pants and then propose.
“There’s my smart girl,” he praises, his coffee and caramel coloured eyes washing over you. “We can have a symbol, something I give you when we play. And when you’re wearing it you’re mine.” His voice sounds full of passion all of a sudden, each work almost sears itself onto your heart.
Your heart is pounding at what he’s implied and you’re almost sure he can hear it. “What kind of symbol?”
He puts you down and then gets on one knee to untie your shoes and help you slip them off. His warm fingertips trail up your legs as he stands before taking your hand in his. With his large palm encasing yours, suddenly you feel safe and loved, your pussy flutters at the promise of him taking care of you in a way that only he can. You know you’re going to be ruined for all other men.
He leads you to his bedroom and it’s nothing like you remember when you’d play hide and seek while Sarah babysat you. Gone is the old wooden furniture and mismatched bedding. Replaced with a black metal bed frame, along with matching bedside tables and dresser, and the fluffiest white sheets you’ve ever seen. You so badly want to just sink in and get naked with Joel. It looks like it would be like getting fucked on a cloud or cotton candy and those thoughts are only solidified when he tells you to sit before he heads to the closet doors.
He slides the barn door of his large walk-in closet open. The room seems to wrap you up in Joel’s scent, warm and spicy with a hint of vanilla. As he walks into the closet he toes off his boots and then slides his flannel off, placing it on a hanger. It might be your very neglected pussy talking, but you swear you can see every muscle in his body underneath that shirt and you unconsciously spread your legs a little bit. He reaches up above the clothing and pulls out a black box with a lock on it and then looks at you mischievously as he pads back over to you.
“Sometimes,” he says gently, “A dom will give their sub a collar. When it’s on, we’re playing. You belongs to me. When it’s off, we can just act how we normally would.”
A collar, definitely not sure how you feel about that. You don’t want to be like a dog with a black leather collar around your neck. He slides the numbers to enter the combination and then flicks the clasp open.
To your surprise, he pulls out a dainty golden chain. It almost looks like a bunch of yellow paper clips strung together, and there’s a tiny lock pendant on the end. He runs the thin links through his fingers before looking over at you.
“You don’t have to do this, I can just take you home and we can go back to how things were. Ultimately, you always have the choice.” If a stranger could see the way he was looking at you right now, they’d never be able to tell he was capable of the spanking he gave you earlier.
“You’ll stop if I say ‘cowboy’?” You say, voice cracking, nervous and excited energy fighting for first place.
“Always, babygirl. I’m here to dominate you, but I’m also here to take care of you. A good dom will always take of their sub.”
“Then I want to. Please, Mr Miller. Make me yours.”
He almost growls as he pulls you to your feet. You squeal as he hoists you over his shoulder, his hands strong on the back of your thighs as he carries you to the floor-length mirror at the end of his closet. He stands behind you as he works the clasp, placing the thin gold collar around your neck and then doing it up. He’s so close that you can feel his cock harden at the sight of you as he officially makes you as his for the first time. Joel's thick fingers trace along the rings, he thumbs the little lock pendant before he grips your throat just below your jawline. He applies pressure to your pulse point as his now black eyes come to meet yours in the reflection and brings his lips to your ear.
With a growling, rough whisper he says, “You have five seconds to get naked and lay in my bed with your legs spread as wide as you can.”
The instant his hand releases, you sprint to his bed, stripping your clothes as you go. He counts to five with authority and after what happened his truck, and now this, you’re sure you’re never going to be able to count without getting turned on ever again.
“Such an eager little thing, aren’t you?”
Desperate to hear him praise you, you lay on your back, planting your feet on the bed before letting your knees fall open.
“Straighten your legs and put your hands above your head.” You position your body how he says, even though you’re completely exposed to him his eyes stay locked on yours. “This is how I want you when we start playing. Exactly how you are now.”
He grabs another box from his closet and places it on the foot of the bed, eyes travelling up your toned legs, “I’m going to show you what you’ll be going to work with inside of you tomorrow if you decide to stay there. I haven’t forgotten that you were a brat tonight.”
He opens the box and pulls out a black U-shaped piece of silicone and lays it on your belly. “Do you know what this….”
He stops mid-sentence, eyes lighting up as they rake over your tits. They dance from each nipple, taking in the tiny barbell and the thin hearts that encompass each one. “You are a naughty little thing, aren’t you?”
“I like pain,” you whisper, throat going dry at the admission.
“My little masochist,” he hums. “As I was saying, do you know that is?” He nods his head towards the little toy.
You shake your head, “No, Mr Miller.”
“That goes inside your gorgeous pussy. One part pushes on your g spot, the other on your clit. I have the remote.” He holds up a small plastic remote with a few shiny buttons.
“Oh,” you moan, your lips forming in the shape of the word, nipples getting harder at the thought.
“I will keep it turned on low enough that you will not come. In fact, it might be more like torture than pleasure.” His eyes are sparkling at the thought of you squirming for hours.
“But I don’t want to quit,” you whine. You’re a glutton for punishment and you know Joel will dish it out.
“How long is your shift?” He says, picking up the toy, the graze of his fingers along your belly sends an electric current through your body.
“Four hours,” your voice is husky with need.
“I’m going to get some lube and then put this toy inside of you now, babygirl. We’ll see how long you can last. Is that okay?”
“Of course, Mr Miller.” You try to sound confident but in the bright lights of his room, you can see how dark and serious he looks.
He lubes up the toy and then swipes some lube through your folds. Your back arches off the bed and you let out a loud high pitched moan when he hits your clit.
Fuck. I’m gonna come with the tiniest vibration and it’s probably going to hurt.
“So wet. So swollen. My poor girl,” he says mockingly, he’s loving that you’ve been suffering and on edge since the minute you saw him in that alleyway.
The toy slides in and the pressure just from the silicone alone sends the air whooshing out of your lungs. You’re gasping for breath, your clit feels like it’s being zapped with electricity and you immediately slam your thighs together and start to whimper.
A small, almost evil sounding chuckle comes from Joel as he holds up the remote. “Ready?”
“No,” you gasp, rolling onto your belly. “I can’t. Please don’t.”
“Are you going to quit?”
You cry out in frustration into one of his fluffy pillows and then whisper a sad, “no.”
The vibrator comes to life and the most intense mix of pain and pleasure floods your body. He’s right, the sensation isn’t enough to make you come, just enough so that you know it’s there. You bury your face deeper in the pillows, curling yourself into the fetal position, back towards Joel, as you try to breathe normally.
Joel strips down to his boxers before shutting off the lights. He slips into the sheets, covering you up along the way. “Good night, baby girl.”
“What?” You gasp. “Mr Miller. I….oh god…I c-can’t. It’s on.”
“You may as well get used to it. You’re going to work with it in tomorrow. No more talking. Go to sleep.”
Joel lays on his back, one arm behind his head, the other palm spread out on his chest. You flip around to face him, the early morning sun lighting his profile. There’s no way you’re going to be able to sleep, you shift your legs around.
Maybe if they’re spread I won’t feel the vibration as much.
That doesn’t seem to work so instead you squeeze them together. More pressure might make you come and then you can finally get some rest. Joel looks over at you as you jerk around silently.
“Come here,” he says, patting his chest. You cuddle into him, one leg draping over his warm body. The arm behind his head wraps around your naked body. He feels so soft but hard against you. You can’t help but hump against his hip bone. You’re right on the edge. So close to tipping over it and coming. So very close.
“Baby, it hasn’t even been four minutes, how are you going to last four hours?” He’s taunting you, trying to get you to beg. “You’re pathetic.”
You can feel sweat breaking out across your body. This is torture, was right. You hate that he was right, but you hate even more how much he’s loving it.
“Please,” you whisper.
He pulls back to be able to look into your eyes. “What are you going to do for me if I make you come?”
“Anything. Just. Please, Mr Miller.” You grind yourself into him harder, you’re so close that it’s almost unbearable.
“Quit your job, baby girl.” He demands again. “I’ll tell your parents you’re going to work for me.”
You start to pant as the pressure in your lower belly increases, you can feel wetness pooling inside of you, begging to be released. “I can’t take your money. Oh god - please - I ca-can’t. Hnnnnng. P-please.”
A tear runs down your cheek and you’re not even sure why you’re crying, probably out of frustration.
“You can. I’ll pay you to help around the house,” he holds up a hand, almost like he knows exactly what you’re doing today. “Not for the sex you’re guaranteed to get if you quit and come here.” He wipes the tear away and hikes his leg up to increase the pressure that’s already on the verge of making you pass out.
Stars start to blur your vision as you whisper, “ok. I’ll quit.”
Joel has you flipped onto your back, trapped under his weight before you can even register what’s happening. He’s kissing you deeply, tongue taking what it wants as your legs kick and shake under him.
“Please!” You cry between kisses.
His thick fingers slide between your puffy folds and the toy, you scream out as he pulls the toy from you.
“Shhh…just a little bit more. I’m going to make it better,” he says gently, kissing down your neck, swirling his tongue around each nipple piercing.
“Please. Please. Please, Mr Miller. Please. It hurts. I need, please.” You’re a mumbling mess and the words leaving your lips are practically incomprehensible.
“I know. Relax baby. Breathe.” He says between kisses down your sternum, his tongue tracing your curves. When he finally settles in between your thighs he swallows hard, he wants to dive right in, make you drench his face as you come. “Look at me, darlin’.”
His warm breath hits your pussy and you fight your hips from bucking up to his face as prop yourself up on an elbow and try to focus your eyesight on him. You didn’t know it was possible to be so turned on that you practically had tequila vision.
His voice is serious yet calm as he says, “I’m going to make you come using my fingers and my tongue. Is that ok?”
You nod your head and a faint ‘yes’, leaves your lips.
“Can I lick and touch both the outside and inside of this beautiful, weeping, pussy?”
His words from earlier echo through you. Ultimately, you always have the choice.
Joel Miller would never do something you didn’t want and that sets your soul on fire. He cares. About you. Only you. Wants to do things for you. You are not a burden here. You are not a burden to him.
“Yes, Mr Miller. Please. Touch me.” The room suddenly feels twenty degrees hotter, you can feel sweat beading on your skin.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Cowboy,” you hum, never taking your eyes away from his blown out obsidian gaze.
“That’s my girl,” he says, sliding his ring and middle finger around your desperate entrance. You cry out, dropping your body to the bed. Pleasure. Overwhelming pleasure. “No no baby girl, eyes on me.”
You somehow muster the strength to raise yourself onto shaky arms. His two strong fingers slide deep into your heat with minimal resistance and you immediately start gasping. Pleasure. Life altering, heart stopping pleasure.
“Fuuuuck. Baby. So tight. Have you ever squirted before?” His cheeks are flushed with need. He might be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.
Your breasts rise and fall with your ragged breaths. You shake your head and moan out a ‘no’.
He smiles down at your dripping cunt, “I can feel it. Gotta relax for me. Just breathe and let it happen.”
Nerves flutter in your stomach and then he curls his fingers forward, putting so much pressure on a soft spongy spot that you didn’t know existed. On instinct, your knees try to close but his wide frame keeps you open. You yell his name to the ceiling, he knows he should punish you for not calling him Mr Miller but you look so goddamn beautiful as you start to fall apart.
“Breathe baby,” he says as he curls his fingers once, twice, three more times. You can hear how wet you are and the pressure becomes unbearable. Stars blur your vision again, the walls of your pussy squeeze tightly around his fingers and then it’s just a blur. A blur of all consuming pleasure.
“That’s it. That’s my girl. Come for me. Soak me. Good girl,” Joel’s free hand pressed down on your mound as a wet heat leaks all over you. “Good fuckin’ girl. Let go for me.”
You’re not sure if you’re screaming or not, all you hear and feel is Joel. Everything is Joel. Strong hands, deep gravel voice, warm vanilla smell. He’s everywhere and you never want it to stop.
“Keep going. That’s it. You look so beautiful,” he says, licking a long stripe up your fluttering pussy, drinking up your juices. “Oooh yeah - gooood giiirrll”
Almost immediately after your orgasm crests it becomes too much. You’re so overstimulated that it hurts and your moans of pleasure become cries of pain. You forget your name, where you are, you even forget your safe word. But Joel knows, he always knows.
He stops pumping his fingers and says your name, “look at me sweet pea.”
You blink slowly, you’re wrecked, barely able to keep your eyelids open, almost convinced they’ve been replaced with steel. You’re sucking in air, did you not breathe that entire time?
“Breathe baby, you’re ok.” He says, stilling his fingers until you’re ready.
“I’m sorry, Mr Miller. I know I called you Joel. I won’t do it again.”
There she goes again, being so fucking cute. “It’s ok, darlin’ girl. I want you to let loose when you come.” He places a few light kisses along your thighs. The sheets and his t-shirt a soaked, he’ll need to change things before you both get some sleep. “I’m gonna pull my fingers out.”
You fall back to the bed and fist the sheets to ground yourself as he slides his fingers out. “You did such a good job. Made a huge mess. I’m so proud of you, babygirl.”
Every bone and muscle in your body seems to have dissolved and all you can muster is a weak smile and a little whimper of thanks. “I need to get you cleaned up. Stay here.”
Stay here? I have no bones. Where else will go?
The sound of running water coaxes your eyes to close. The mattress shifts under Joel’s weight as he sits beside you, lightly trailing his finger down the bridge of your nose. “I’m going to carry you to the shower. Ok?”
You let out an agreeable hum as he scoops you into his arms. His warm naked chest pressed against you. He walks into the shower with you, the steam warming your skin. He places you on your feet and guides you under the water with him. Water is hitting you from all angles. You open your eyes to see 3 showerheads in his large, modern glass shower. A large rainfall one above the two of you, then two down the wall. The bundle of fresh eucalyptus hanging from one head fills the shower with a fresh scent.
His fingers fumble with the clasp of your collar behind you, “how are you feeling after what happened tonight?”
You smile at the white and black tiled wall as the collar slides off your neck and into Joel’s hands. “Mmm - like I’m not gonna quit my job so we can do it again.”
“Don’t think I won’t put this on again right now and make you regret that.”
You giggle and press your body back into Joel’s. He’s completely naked behind you and you have the sudden urge to taste him. As you spin around and get to your knees he stops you, “don’t interrupt my aftercare, please.”
“Your what?”
He grabs the soap and a fresh wash cloth and starts to work it to lather. “I told you, it’s my job to take care of you.” It’s too early to admit it to you, but aftercare is Joel’s favourite part. He’s grumpy and rough on the outside, but he loves the tender moments after playing with his subs. Especially you, and that’s something he won’t even admit to himself yet.
He runs the soft cloth over your arms and chest, using extra caution not to catch on your nipple piercings. I like these,” he says, eyes memorizing every inch of the skin he’s washing.
“Thanks, you’re actually the first person to see them.”
“That right?” He moves the cloth down your stomach before kneeling in front of you and washing your legs. “You know what I think you should pierce next?”
“I have an appointment next week for something,” you tease. It’s not a lie, you have an appointment to get a second hole in each earlobe, but may as well play with him a little.
“Oh? Don’t tease an old man like that, baby girl. What new surprise am I gonna find?” He brings the cloth up and down your other leg.
“What do you want to find?”
His hands grip your hips and he spins you around. You have a small bruise forming on your one ass cheek and his cock jumps at the sight. “Belly button,” he says.
“Oh?” You say with surprise as he stands behind you and scrubs your back. You turn to look at him over your shoulder and add, “I was thinking of doing my clit.”
Joel’s hands come to his heart as he moans. “Fuck me, baby girl. I’d have to leave the god damn continent until it healed.”
You laugh as he brings his lips to yours. You’re suddenly very aware of the fact that you aren’t wearing a collar. But he’s kissing you and washing your body. Does this mean that Joel Miller, your dad’s best friend, might have the same sort of feelings that you have? Or is this just what he does with his subs after dehydrating them with his fingers and tongue.
“Stay in the warm water while I change the sheets. I’ll be back,” you look over your shoulder to finally take in his naked body. His back is lined with corded muscle, water droplets filling the dips and grooves of his sculpted body. It looks like you could bounce your whole fucking bank account off his round ass.
Am I salivating. I feel like I’m salivating.
He wraps a white bath sheet around his waist before you get to see his front - as much as you loved being taken care of earlier you should have looked down. You run some shampoo and conditioner through your hair, rinsing it out just as Joel comes back, now in a pair of fitted boxer briefs. He holds up a towel for you, and after turning off the water you pad over to him for him to wrap you up and gently dry you off.
“Thank you, Mr Miller,” you say instinctively.
He smiles softly at you as he dries every inch of your skin. “Go lay down, babygirl. I’ll get some lotion and then you need to get some sleep.”
When you walk out to his bed there’s a t-shirt and a bottle of water on the pillow for you.
Fuck. I’m in love.
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Your last fic was so good! I return once again, i meed more of my husband.
Can we get some soft fluffy smut with per'tah? Maybe the first time they are finally intimate with each other? Can be part of the series or stand alone.
Love ya 😘
woven bonds- pert'ah (orc oc) smut
part 6 of woven bonds and smut
pert'ah x fem reader
water-lillie you keep me sane
tags/warnings- over the time you two have been together his english has gotten better, arranged marriage, human female x male orc, gentle giant, your together!, smut, very gentle man but hes huge so its still rough, heavy illusions to the idea of pregnancy, no condom obvi, virginity taking (on both sides) hes actually a total tease, pert'ah has a frenum piercing
also, feel free to request non-woven bonds-related things that involve pert'ah or my other ocs (see my masterlist) i love writing for all these characters and seeing the mass of support I've gotten over the last month!
i need to learn to stop writing so much- 3739 words
The night was quiet, save for the soft rustle of the wind outside the small home you now shared with Pert’ah. The hearth had died down to embers, casting a gentle, warm glow across the room. You could still hear the faint crackling of the last burning logs as you sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the woven blankets beneath your fingers.
Pert'ah was quiet, too, standing near the window, his broad back to you as he gazed out into the night. The silence between you both wasn’t the uncomfortable kind it had once been. After weeks of tentative conversations and quiet gestures, the distance between you two had shrunk. And yet, tonight felt different. Intimate in a way that made your heart race.
“Are you… ready for sleep?” Pert'ah’s deep voice broke the stillness, the hint of uncertainty in his words unusual for him.
You nodded slowly, your eyes drifting toward the space beside you. “Yes....im tired"
The truth was, you had grown used to Pert'ah sleeping on the floor beside the bed, wrapped in his own blanket. He had never pushed for more, always respecting the distance you’d initially demanded. But tonight, you had quietly asked him to sleep beside you. The words had caught in your throat, but they had come out, and he had agreed without question.
Pert'ah approached the bed cautiously, as if not wanting to spook you. His steps were quiet for someone his size, his large, rough hands moving carefully as he pulled back the blanket and slid in beside you. The bed felt smaller now with him in it, his presence all-encompassing and warm.
You lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the heat of his body beside you. His breathing was slow, steady, and somehow calming.
After a few moments, you turned to face him. “Pert’ah?”
He shifted, turning his head to look at you, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. “Yes?”
“Tell me more about your past,” you said softly. “We’ve been together for a while now, but… I still don’t know much about where you come from.”
Pert’ah let out a slow breath, his eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite read. “My past… is not so interesting. I am… simple man.” He paused, his hand resting near yours on the bed, his fingers curling slightly as if he wanted to reach out but wasn’t sure if he should.
“I was born into weaving,” he continued. “My family, we make many things. Cloth, art. From when I am small, I learn to use my hands to create.” His voice grew softer as he spoke, a far-off look in his eyes. “My father, he teach me much. Say that strong hands can create just as much as they can destroy.”
His gaze shifted to you, and the look in his eyes made your heart stutter.
“And you?” you asked quietly. “What do you want to create… with me?”
For a moment, the only sound in the room was your combined breathing. Then, Pert'ah’s large hand slid across the blanket, covering yours gently. His touch was warm, comforting, and his fingers entwined with yours as if they were always meant to fit together.
“With you?” he repeated, his voice low, thoughtful. “I want to create… peace. Home.” His thumb brushed the back of your hand, his touch tentative but sincere. “I want to make you happy. Want you to feel safe with me.”
The vulnerability in his voice made your chest tighten. You shifted closer to him, your fingers tightening around his as you rested your head on his shoulder. For so long, you had resisted, keeping him at arm’s length, but now, lying here with him, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
“I think… I’m starting to feel that way,” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. “With you.”
Pert'ah’s arm wrapped around you slowly, carefully, as though he feared breaking the fragile moment. His hand rested on your back, holding you close. You felt his heartbeat, steady and strong beneath your ear.
“I never thought I would end up here,” you murmured. “With you. I never thought I’d…” You trailed off, unsure how to put your feelings into words.
But Pert'ah understood. He always did.
“We are here now,” he said softly, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back. “We can...make future together.”
You looked up at him, meeting his golden eyes. “What kind of future do you want?”
His eyes softened, his tusked smile gentle. “One where you smile more. Where we work together. You and me… mates.”
It was a simple answer, but it made your heart swell. The life you had imagined for yourself before seemed distant now, irrelevant. What mattered was the man beside you, the quiet strength in his words and the way he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.
You shifted again, tilting your head up until your lips brushed his. The kiss was slow, tentative at first, but it quickly deepened, the space between you disappearing completely as his arms tightened around you.
When you finally pulled away, your breath mingling with his, you smiled softly. “I think… I’d like that future, too.”
Pert'ah’s smile widened, his rough fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face, his sparkling golden eyes looking down at yours he leans down, and when he doesnt see you pull back, connects, pressing his lips to yours
you kiss back, his tusks feel uncomfy against your lips, but you'll manage, its all worth it for him, you lightly press your hands against his leather sleep tunic, he had sewn two matching ones for the both of you so you had a more comfortable rest on the furs.
you pull back, looking up at him with a sweet loving smile, but one that would never compare to the one he gave back, all that man did was love you
Pert'ah's eyes lit up when you kissed him back, a warmth spreading through his chest at your acceptance. He could feel the slight discomfort of his tusks, but the way you willingly leaned into his touch, despite them, filled him with a deep longing to cherish and protect you.
As you pulled back and smiled up at him, Pert'ah's gaze followed yours, drinking in the sweetness of the moment. His smile grew wider, mirroring yours, but the intensity behind it made you feel like you were the only person in the world. His hands framed your face, gently tracing the curves of your cheeks with his thumbs, as if to memorise every detail. "You are beautiful," he said, the words coming from a place deep within his soul, his voice filled with a sincerity that left him breathless, He leaned in once more, this time tenderly pressing his forehead against yours, savoring the closeness.
The softness of the moment hung between you, a palpable energy that seemed to fill the air with anticipation. Pert'ah's heart pounded against your chest, a rhythmic reminder of the love he felt for you. His lips grazed your temple, leaving a trail of gentle kisses along your jawline, seeking permission to continue exploring the contours of your face.
And then, there was no hesitation; his mouth claimed yours, demanding nothing but surrender as his tongue danced with yours in a sensual waltz. Time lost meaning as the world narrowed to the two of you, suspended in a sea of desire and affection. When he finally released your lips, Pert'ah's chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath hot against your skin.
"I love you," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "More than anything, I need you."
In that instant, Pert'ah knew that he would move mountains, cross oceans, and defy fate itself to ensure that you remained by his side forevermore. Your love was his anchor, his guiding star, and his reason for existing. As he cradled your face in his palms, Pert'ah vowed to spend eternity cherishing and adoring you, unwavering in his devotion to the mate he had found in you.
you pulled lightly on his tunic, and with a look into your loving eyes, he gets the hint, pulling his shirt off, pulling your lips against his again
Pert'ah's tunic fell away, revealing the strong contours of his chest and the softness of his skin beneath. The warmth of his body radiated towards you, drawing you in like a magnet. As you pressed your lips against his, the sensation of his skin against yours sent shivers down your spine, igniting a flame of desire that threatened to consume you.
Their lips moved in tandem, a sensual dance of tongues and breaths that left them both gasping for air. Pert'ah's hands cradled your face, his thumbs caressing the delicate skin of your cheeks as he deepened the kiss. The gentle touch belied the intensity of his emotions, the love and longing evident in every caress.
As you kissed, Pert'ah's fingers danced over your body, exploring every curve and contour as if mapping your very soul. His hands roamed under your nightgown, finding the soft flesh of your stomach, your breasts, and your thighs, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin and burying his nose in the tender spot between your collarbone and shoulder.
"Mine..my wife" he whispered, the single word echoing through your mind like a promise, a vow, a declaration of love. In that moment, you belonged to him, and he to you, bound together by threads of passion and devotion.
As the kiss lingered, Pert'ah's grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer until you were flush against him. your bodies molded together seamlessly, fitting like pieces of a puzzle designed specifically for yours alone. The contact sparked a firestorm of sensations, each brush of skin against skin amplifying the intimacy and urgency of your embrace.
Time stood still as you clung to each other, lost in the swirling vortex of desire and affection. Nothing existed beyond the confines of your little bubble, where the world melted away, leaving only the pulsating rhythm of your hearts beating as one.
you kiss at his jaw and temple, playing with his hair as his kisses your neck, bruising your throat with marks, you pull your own tunic off and if he could be any more excited, he would explode, looking down at your body, your tits, your waist, your tummy, thighs and what laid between them, your sweet core
The sight of your exposed skin seemed to hypnotize Pert'ah. His eyes traveled over your curves, drinking in the beauty of your naked form, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing second. The bruises on your throat added a depth of color to the canvas of your neck, a testament to the intensity of his emotions.
His fingers traced the outline of your waist, tracing the shape of your belly button, and the gentle rise of your thighs. He couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of your body, every inch of which he had come to adore. Each kiss, each touch, each whisper of breath against his skin sent waves of desire crashing through him like a tide.
Without breaking eye contact, Pert'ah slowly lowered his head, his lips grazing your breast. His mouth closed around your nipple, sucking softly as his tongue began to circle the bud, drawing it into the wet cavern of his mouth. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core, your inner muscles clenching in anticipation.
As he explored your body, Pert'ah's hands roamed over your skin, mapping every contour and valley, tracing the lines of your veins and the tender curve of your collarbone. Every touch, every caress, every kiss sent ripples of pleasure through you, building upon themselves until you felt like you might burst apart from sheer joy.
Lost in the haze of desire, Pert'ah didn't notice when needy tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, nor did he realize that your nails dug gently into his scalp as you arched into his touch. All he saw was the radiant beauty of your face, bathed in moonlight, illuminated by the pure, raw emotion emanating from your very pores.
"pert'ah…please…more" you plead, squirming, tugging at his hair lightly, you needed more than gentle licks, nothing about this would be light, no matter how hard he tried, but you were okay with that
Pert'ah's ears perked up at the pleading in your voice, and he lifted his head to look at you with a question in his eyes. Seeing your desperation, he smiled, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes. He knew exactly what you wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige.
His tongue flicked out, teasing your nipple with slow, deliberate strokes, drawing out a sharp intake of breath from you. You arched into his touch, your body aching for more, and Pert'ah responded eagerly.
His mouth closed around your nipple once more, this time applying gentle suction, then harder and harder, until the pressure became almost unbearable. He pinched the other nipple with his fingers, the dual sensations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.
Pert'ah's hands slipped down your stomach, his fingers dancing over the tender skin, exploring every dip and curve, before finding their way to the swollen nub between your thighs. He pressed a finger against you, and you gasped as he applied gentle pressure, circling the sensitive tissue in rhythmic motions.
The world narrowed to a pinpoint as he continued to tease and taunt you, the sensations building to a crescendo within you. The tightness in your abdomen coiled tighter and tighter, threatening to unleash a torrent of release.
Just as you teetered on the brink, Pert'ah withdrew his fingers, leaving you panting and desperate for more. A wicked grin spread across his face as he watched you writhe in frustration, knowing full well the effect he had on you.
"Don't worry..my love," he purred, leaning forward to capture your lips in another searing kiss. "I haven't forgotten about you."
you squirm in his touch as he pulls back, sitting back to look at his work, the glistening slick that covered your cunt like a thin film, watching you pant and plead with your eyes, he leans back on his knees and takes his cock out from behind his loin cloth, giving you a show as he pulls his foreskin back, revealing his sheen-green tip which leaked precum down onto his silver frenum piercing
Pert'ah's showy display had you squirming in place, your eyes fixed on his erect member as he stroked himself slowly, the motion drawing your gaze to the glisten of precum that trickled down his shaft, pooling at the base of his penis.
The sight of his erect cock made your mouth water, your inner thighs slickening further in response, the need to feel him inside you reaching a fever pitch. Your fingers involuntarily drummed a rhythm on his leg, urging him to take action.
His golden eyes sparkled with mischief, a challenge in his gaze that he knew you wouldn't be able to resist. He leaned forward, his hand wrapping around your thigh, fingers closing around your calf as he gently but firmly drew your leg up.
"I'm ready when you are, my love," he purred,
you nod, spread and ready for him, he his breath hot against your neck as he slowly dragged his member through the slick folds of your pussy, the tip parting your labia and brushing against your clit.
The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending in your lower body singing in delight as he began to rock his hips, slowly pushing his cock deeper into your depths. The sensation of him sliding inside you, the feeling of him filling you completely, was indescribable, aside from heaven and a little (alot) painful
Pert'ah's movements were slow and deliberate, allowing you to adjust to his size, his cock slowly sinking deeper into your slickened core. He knew he had to be gentle, careful not to push too hard, too fast, not yet. He could feel your body tensing up around his, the gentle pain of entry easing as you began to relax.
With a tender touch, Pert'ah cradled your face in his hands, gazing into your eyes, seeing the mix of pain and pleasure there. "You okay, love?" he asked softly, his voice a gentle rumble as he paused in his movements, waiting for your response.
You nodded, taking a deep breath, the pain giving way to pleasure as he started to rock his hips again, his cock sliding in and out of your depths in a steady rhythm, each thrust deeper and more precise, easing you into a comfortable cadence.
Pert'ah's fingers began to trace the outline of your breasts, his touch soft and soothing, drawing your attention to the sensations building within you, making it difficult to focus on anything else besides the pleasure coursing through your body.
"Good girl," he praised, his voice warm and encouraging as he continued to move inside you, filling you completely, stretching you deliciously tight around his shaft.
Pert'ah watched as you stared down at the scene below, your eyes widening as you saw his cock moving in and out of your depths, leaving a trail of wetness and evidence of your shared pleasure. A lump formed in your stomach, and Pert'ah's heart skipped a beat as he realized you were struggling to process this new sensation, this newfound intimacy between you.
His movements slowed, and he lifted your chin, forcing your gaze back up to his. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked again, concern etched in his voice, his golden eyes searching for any sign of distress or discomfort.
As he spoke, Pert'ah continued to move inside you, gentle but insistent, sensing that he needed to ease your mind, reassure you that everything was going to be alright. He wanted to be sure you knew that this was a good thing, that he was here for you, with you, and that he was going to cherish and love you for as long as you'd allow him.
His hands continued their gentle exploration of your breasts, the softness of his touch a stark contrast to the hardness of his body, yet somehow perfectly balanced, creating a rhythm that was both soothing and exhilarating, keeping you grounded as you navigated this uncharted territory.
"Y-you're doing...oh fuck..youre doing amazing," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, his words dripping with sincerity, encouraging you to continue embracing this new aspect of your relationship, to revel in the raw power of your physical bond.
Slowly, Pert'ah began to pick up speed, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more purposeful, driving deeper into your depths, filling you entirely, stretching you in ways you hadn't experienced before. Every stroke brought you closer to release, building pressure in your core, threatening to unleash a torrent of pleasure unlike anything you'd ever known.
As he reached the brink of climax, Pert'ah stilled, his body tensing, his hips locked tight against yours, his eyes fixed intently on yours, waiting for permission to finish what he started. "w-where...where can i..?" he huffs, squelches echoing through his cabin with each heavy thrust, his eyes were heavy, lidded as he glanced down at the imprint he formed your stomach as he thrusted inside
"shit...your...you're so gorgeous...gonna..fi-fill you up...make you a mama.." his word go straight to your core, and it just gushes, you spray all over his stomach and cock, showering him in your squirt
the room around him seemed to melt away, replaced by the primal urge to claim you as his own, to brand you with his mark, to show the world you were his and only his.
As Pert'ah watched, mesmerized, the sight of your gushing fluids splashing against his stomach and the base of his cock, his mind was reeling. This was real, this was happening, he could have a family. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and possessiveness course through his veins.
He let out a satisfied grunt as his orgasm washed over him, his body jerking in reaction, his cock spilling its load deep inside you. The warmth of your inner walls enveloped him, milking him dry, and he collapsed against you, spent but elated.
In that moment, nothing else existed except the two of them, lost in the throes of passion, bound by the threads of their desires and needs. Pert'ah's thoughts swirled with visions of the future, of growing families, of children playing under the sun-kissed skies, of laughter and tears, of memories forged in the fire of their love.
you cry out as he overflows your cunt with his seed, pert'ah heaves and drops down on top of you, panting and whispering praises in aftershock of his first time, you smile softly, snuggling into the bed once again, not caring about the sticky between your legs, you would clean in the morning
As Pert'ah's breathing slowed, his weight shifted, and he curled around you, enveloping you in the warmth of his body. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you closer, as if to keep you from ever escaping, to make sure you stayed right where he wanted you.
He nuzzled into your hair, inhaling deeply, filling his lungs with the scent of you. "Mine," he whispered again, the word becoming a mantra as his lips brushed against your scalp.
You felt his heart beating against yours, a steady drumbeat that echoed the rhythm of your own. The comfort of his embrace washed over you, chasing away any lingering doubts or fears. In this moment, there was no denying the power of his claim, the intensity of his possession. You were his, and he was yours, bound together in a dance of love, lust, and desire.
As the silence deepened, the only sound the soft rise and fall of your shared breathing, Pert'ah's hands roamed your body, tracing the curves, the contours, the lines. Each touch was a reassurance, a promise of the pleasures to come, of the life they would build together.
I am TIRED
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Into you || Jeong Yunho
Synopsis: Your husband, who was a deceitful piece of shit, unfortunately is someone who is high of status which means danger comes easily. But when Yunho was hired as your bodyguard, you felt something inside of you change. You were fighting with fire trying to explore what this relationship with Yunho could be.
WARNINGS: nsfw, swearing, reader’s husband gets physical by grabbing her face, drinking, crying, yelling, angst, happy ending, unprotected sex, smut, The character Jae is based on no one, just picked that name, toxic relationship with husband, divorce, throwing a object, tbh I’m sure I’m missing some just lmk.
Word Count: 40K. (If I remember correctly)
Blossom’s Notes: Hello my petals! I definitely had a blast writing this story. As I was watching Ariana Grande’s Into You music video it inspired me to write something similar to it. This is a long one so cozy up, grab a drink and popcorn and enjoy your read. Let’s get into it.
Started: May 29, 2024. Finished: July 28, 2024.
“And I just want to say, thank you to my beautiful wife.” Your husband, Jae, says as he smiles at you. The light shining on you, giving you a spot light. You smile back. “Without you, I don’t know where I would be right now. I love you so much.” He says as he sniffs those crocodile tears up.
You’ve gotten use to his bullshit and lies. The whole banquets clapped for your husband as he smiled for the cameras holding up his plaque. He’s a renowned technology entrepreneur, who is known for his innovative software solutions. His company, a major tech company, is getting recognized for its ground breaking achievements tonight.
He walks down the stage, shaking people’s hands, thanking them as he walks to you. He gives you a kiss on the lips, hugging you. “Show some more affection, would you?” He whispers in your ear, making it seem like he whispered sweet nothings to you. You smiled, as you held his cheek, trying to make it a sweet moment for the cameras.
How badly you wanted to slap him and clean the floor with his ass. You two sat down, thanking the people in your table for their compliments. You couldn’t wait to get home, get out this tight dress, and take the night off with a nice hot bath and alcohol.
“So Y/N,” An older woman says, catching your attention, “You must be very proud of your husband.” She smiles at you two as you reached over and placed your hand over Jae’s, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “Words truly can’t describe how proud I am of him. He deserves it all.” You said smiling at him. Ugh, please.
Jae cleared this throat. “I’m truly a lucky man. I meant what I said when I said I don’t know where I would be if it wasn’t for her. She’s been my everything through all the hardships.” The way he looks at you and speaks which such love about you tugs a bit on your heart strings.
You won’t lie, this has been rough. Even then that’s an understatement. You both started this journey with not even able to afford a bed frame. Jae was putting hours in and out for his company, busting his ass to get to where he’s at now. It is true that you kept him sane and composed throughout it all. He leaned on you every time he let his frustration consume him and wanted to throw everything away.
Sometimes you fantasize about the what if. What if you did let him give up? Maybe all the money, glory, and fame wouldn’t get to his head. Something within him switched and you could never figure out why or when it did. If you’re wondering why you stay, well, truthfully speaking even you don’t know yourself. Maybe a part of you is holding on to the what use to be. Hoping Jae goes back to how he was.
“It’s beautiful to see a relationship like this.” The woman said. She dabbed her mouth with a napkin after she had a sip of her champagne, “Pardon if this is wrong of me to ask,” You felt the mood change within the table. “But I saw those threats online. How are you both feeling?”
Oh my mistake, did I forget to mention that you have been receiving threats? Due to your relationship with Jae, you have become a target for people who are against Jae’s business, along with some fans of Jae who aren’t too fond that your his wife. But what has your loving husband done with this information every time you bring it up? Nothing.
The other people in the table agreed talking amongst themselves whispering how they were terrified for you or were worried something bad would happen. “Oh, trust me, we aren’t taking the threats lightly,” Jae said, reassuring the people at the table.
You could’ve sworn you hurt your neck from how fast you snapped to his direction wondering who the fuck is “we” and why “we” all of sudden started caring. “We are currently trying to find the culprits as well as hiring a bodyguard for Y/N.”
Your mouth dropped. You were in shock. For MONTHS you’ve been begging and pleading for some form of protection but he always dismissed your feelings. Guess when other people speak he will do anything to save face his reputation.
He gives you a small face signaling to fix yours. “Oh-Oh, I’m just so shocked,” you said as you put a hand on your chest, “I- um- I didn’t know he was getting me a bodyguard.” You fumbled with your words, giving a small smile to the people at the table to save your reaction.
“Oh, what a good man you have,” the woman said. She grabs her champagne raising it in front of her. “A toast,” she says as everyone, including you two, raise your glass. “To the newly renowned entrepreneur.” Clinking with Jae before you downed that drink knowing you’re in for a long night. You can’t wait to get home.
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Finally you two arrived home, no one saying a word to one another. Jae loosening up his tie and taking his jacket off as he walks to the bar. You closed the door, walking to lean on the wall as you take off your heels. You carried them in your hands as you headed up the stairs.
“It would be nice if my wife would give a fuck about my award.” He spat in venom as he poured himself a drink, watching your figure go up the stairs.
You stopped half way on the stairs, making a creaking sound on the wood as you turned around. “Are you serious?” You scoffed. “Your wife is exhausted of playing pretend tonight, husband. I’m going to bed.” You turn around, wanting to just get comfortable and out of his presence.
He slams the cup down, liquor spilling out. You roll your eyes. Oh, here we go again. “Pretend? Are you fucking kidding me? After all I fucking do for you? For us? You’re gonna treat to me like this?” He yells as he spreads his arms out in front of him, leaning on the counter top, glaring at you.
You let out a laugh, slowly going down the stairs, staring at him with a smirk. “For us?” You asked tilting your head to the side in amusement, dropping your heels. “No, Jae, just for you. You’re just a self absorbed arrogant piece of shit.”
That set him off because he was coming in heavy steps, flaring his nostrils, eyes full of anger as he walked up to you grabbing your face. You yelped in shock, digging your nails into his wrist. “You don’t get to speak to me like that.” He spat at you, tightening the grip.
“Admit it. You don’t give a fuck about me. All you care about is your status and how you look on the outside to others.” You said breathing heavy as you try clawing his arm away from you.
“That’s not true. You know I care for you.” He said. His actions obviously say otherwise. You finally shoved him off of you. He stumbled a bit trying to find his balance. There was a moment of silence looking at each other before you spoke.
“That’s bullshit and you know it. Why does it take for other people to speak up about what’s happening to me in order for you to do something? You listen to them instead of me?” You felt tears dwelling up as you fumbled taking off your engagement ring and throwing it at him. “Your wife?”
The ring hit him on the chest, bouncing at bit as it made impact with the floor, not that he cares about it either way. “You know that I was caught up with work, business meetings-“
“Everything but me. You just needed to hear other people talking about the threats to validate my feelings, huh?” You cut him off with tears streaming down your face. You were just fed up with all his excuses.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “I was making sure that you weren’t just you being paranoid!” He yells.
You scoffed in disbelief, is he serious right now? “Paranoid? You think I’m being paranoid? You think it’s great living in fear?” You asked him, watching him walk to the bar.
He pours another drink, giving his back to you. “We are doing it now so what’s the matter.” He says nonchalantly.
You sniffed as you wiped the fallen tears. “What matters is that my own husband who vowed to love and protect me doesn’t do anything of the sort.” You said as you shook your head in disappointment and anger. Seeing that he just gave up on this conversation, you just left and went upstairs.
Jae isn’t even phased one bit. He doesn’t bother looking back at you as you leave, not even feeling a tad bit remorse. He just leans his body over the counter, entertaining himself with the cup moving the liquor around, hearing the ice cubes clank against the glass.
He then suddenly feels a vibration in his pocket. He takes his phone out to see someone texted him what he was doing tonight. He chugs the rest of the drink, grabbing his car keys and slamming the door shut as he heads out.
As you’re getting undressed in the bathroom, you turned your head to the sound of the door closing. You sniffed as you wiped your tears with the back of your hand. You’re not stupid, you know he’s probably off to go party and screw some woman. Not the first nor the last.
You watched as the hot steam fogged up the room. Turning to the mirror, you wiped it as you stared at yourself. This isn’t you. You deserve better. You touched your face as you see the tiredness in your eyes, stress written all over your face. Soon the mirror would be fogging again causing you to look at your reflection fading.
You walked to the tub sighing in delight, feeling the slight burning sensation of the water relaxing your muscles as you stepped in. You slowly got in, letting your body adjust to the temperature. You leaned your back on the tub, closing your eyes letting the bullshit of night get out of your system into a peace of mind.
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A few days have passed and tension still lingers between you and Jae. But here you are, standing in his spacious, sleek office, gazing out the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the city getting ready to meet this so called bodyguard Jae has hired.
When he told you he had found someone, you felt the weight of the world come off your chest. Finally, you get to breathe and not have to constantly be looking over your shoulder anymore. The sounds of Jae’s rhythmic typing filled your ears as you stared at your wedding ring, wearing it just for display for photos. You sighed as your attention turned to the view before you.
Suddenly a knock on the door caught your thoughts as you turned around to see who it was. “Come in.” Jae said not even bothering to look up. “Sir,” the receptionist said as she peaked in, “Mr. Jeong has arrived.” Jae looked up at her pausing mid-type, nodding his head as he stood up. “Bring him in.”
You walked and stood next to Jae as he is straightening his clothes, buttoning up his suit, preparing to meet him. “Let me do the talking,” he says, adjusting his tie. “Maybe now I won’t have to worrying about your safety every second.”
“Since when have you ever been worried about my safety to begin with?” You shot back at him with anger in your eyes.
Right when he was about to say something the door opens. Everything went silent when this tall man walked in. You were momentarily stunned at how handsome he was. He was just oozing with quiet confidence in every step as he approached you both. “Good evening, I’m Jeong Yunho.” He greets himself, deep voice ringing in your ears. Wow.
Yunho extends his hand out to Jae and he returns it with a firm shake. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jae and this,” he wraps his arm around you, “is my wife, Y/N.” He smiles at Yunho.
The urge of breaking his arm off of you is hard to fight but you push through it. “It’s very nice to meet you Mr. Jeong. Thank you so much for coming in today.” Although you feel irritated towards Jae, you gave a genuine smile to Yunho.
He extends his arm out to you. “Please, the pleasure is all mine. And please call me Yunho.” He gave you a small smile as he shook your hand. Wow, he is very handsome. Not just that, but the energy he was radiating when he walked captivated you in some sense.
Jae clears his throat putting his hands in his pockets, noticing your longing stare. “Yunho comes highly recommended. He will make sure you’re safe now.” He said in a serious tone.
“Im sure I will be.” Your tone coming off a little sarcastic as you smiled at Jae causing him to force a smile as his eyes sent daggers to you. “It really means a lot that you’re here Yunho.” You turned your attention back to him.
He nodded, giving a small smile. “Of course. It’s my job. We’ll go over your daily routine and set up a security plan tailored to whatever you need.” He said putting his hands behind his back as he spoke.
“Just make sure she’s protected.” Jae said with slight attitude towards Yunho. You gave him a look that said shut-up. “I’m sure he knows what he’s doing Jae.” You spat back at him.
Yunho sensed the tension between the two of you. He was eying your body language. Keeping a keen eye at the way Jae held your arm and you trying to remove it from his grip as he harshly whispers something into your ear causing your expression to turn angry.
“It’s alright. I understand where he’s coming from,” Yunho said calmly, trying to ease the tension. “My only goal is to protect you without intruding on your personal space. Whatever you need, just let me know.”
You nodded at Yunho’s words. “Well, if you excuse me,” Jae said as he looked at his watch, completely ignoring what Yunho said. “I have a meeting to get to. Make sure she gets home safe.” Jae said as left the room, but not before looking Yunho and up and down as if he’s a threat.
Once you hear the door close, you let out a sigh trying to release the frustration within you. “Yunho, I’m so sorry about Jae. He’s just very… difficult.” You apologized.
Yunho shook his head, giving you a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about it. My focus is on you, not him.” He told you. Oh, what was that? Did my heart skip a beat?
You feel a rush of warmth covering your heart with his words, feeling your heart do a leap. It was the way his words spewed sincerity with his intense gaze throwing you off guard. It felt like it stirred up something in you and it was just the first time meeting him.
But besides that, you kind of felt overwhelmed, but in a good way. Feeling some tears creeping in, you sniffed a bit, “Sorry, it’s just- It’s been a long time coming. Ive been waiting for this for a while. You have no idea how clear I can breathe now.”
Yunho looks at you with compassion, “I know it’s a lot to take in, but I promise I’m going to be here for you at every step.” He reassures you as he pulls out a handkerchief for you to dry up your tears. You thanked him as you grabbed it from him, patting your face dry.
“Why don’t we go over your daily routine? The more I know, the better I can protect you.” He said smiling slightly at you, trying to take your mind off of the overwhelming thoughts. You let out a soft okay as you two sat down at the sofa.
You two spent an about an hour or two going over the entire outline of your routine. The places where you like to eat, favorite places to shop, like to hang out, just the usual places. He listens intently as he takes notes, asking questions to clarify some details, nodding his head as you kept talking. “And, well, that’s pretty much it,” you chuckled nervously, “sorry it’s that’s a lot of information.”
He shakes his head, “Not at all. It helps me to know as much as I can to ensure your safety.” He closes his notebook tucking it inside his suit pocket, standing up. “Well then, let’s get you home, yeah?” He asks as he extends a hand out to help you stand from the sofa.
You take his hand as you stand up looking at him. “Yeah, let’s go.” And with that you lead the way out the office and out the building. Because of the news of Jae winning an award, paparazzi were outside his building wanting to take photos and ask questions. And of course he would eat up all that attention.
As soon as you stepped outside, you were bombarded with questions, crowd closing up on you. You covered your face with your hand as flashing lights from the cameras were blinding you from seeing where you were going. Yunho had brought you closer to his chest, shoving people out the way, yelling at them to move.
He held a finger to his ear piece. “Prepare the car.” He said as he held you tightly. When the crowd opens up a way to the car, you see more security guards creating a barricade for you to get in the car. Yunho opens the door for you and helps you inside closing the door quickly.
He rushes to the other side of the car and gets inside. “Let’s go.” He tells the driver as he taps the driver seat. The driver books it out of there as you stared out the window, watching as you get further and further away from the paparazzi. You leaned your head back and close your eyes, feeling at ease. Something you haven’t felt in a long time.
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To say you were happy beyond words is an understatement. Yunho has been there at your beckoning call, very attentive when people are in your surroundings, he can read you like an open book at this point. It felt good getting some normalcy back. However one thing is still unresolved, your marriage.
Yunho has definitely seen the bad and the ugly when it comes to you two. The screaming matches, the silence between one another, you name it he saw it. You felt so ashamed and embarrassed to be doing all that in front of Yunho, but he always reassured you that it was okay and that he was here for you.
And tonight just so happens to be one of those nights. Tonight is an important conference for Jae and as always, he’s on edge. He had a drink in his hand, tapping his foot impatiently as he looked at his watch.
“Y/N, we have to go. Come on!” You heard Jae yelling from downstairs. You roll your eyes, applying the final touches to your makeup. You stepped back, admiring yourself as you spritz yourself with perfume.
You set it down and ran your hands down your dress, turning a bit to the side to see how you looked from behind. You smirked at yourself, Damn I look good.
You took a deep breath and let it out as you started walking down the stairs. The creaking of the stairs caused Jae and Yunho to look at your direction causing them to freeze up at your presence. You just looked so breathtaking. Yunho eyes never once left you as he walked towards you to help you down the last couple of steps.
“You look beautiful, Ms. Y/N.” Yunho complimented as you stepped in front of him, turning so he can help you with your silk shawl. You gave him a small thank you, adjusting your shawl around you.
Jae looked at you up and down before finishing his drink. “Let’s go.” He said, placing his cup down as he walked to the door. “We are going to be late.”
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Arriving to the conference, as soon as you stepped in servers with drinks on a silver tray offered you champagne. You happily took one while Jae went off on his own to the bar to get something else to drink. Yunho just declined by raising his hand and followed you to the reserved table.
Once you spotted your name, he helped remove your shawl. The mixture of his slight touch mixed with the fresh cool air hitting your exposed skin gave a chill down your spine. He took out the chair for you,“If you need me, I’ll be right over there, okay?” He leaned down, whispering in your ear as he pushed the chair in for you.
The hot breath you felt in your ear gave you goosebumps all over, making the little hairs stand at your neck. “Okay.” You said softly as you nodded at him, clearing your throat. Feel like a little hot all of a sudden.
You watched him walk away as you bite your lower lip. Why am I feeling like this? But soon the devil himself would take you out of your thoughts as he got into your view taking a seat next to you. “Remember, act happy and don’t look so miserable.” Jae reminded you for the 20th time that night.
“Oh, sweetie, how can I when I’m with you?” You gave him a fake smile to which he returned one to you. When people started arriving at your table, his focus immediately shifted to them. You gave a small talk and smiles as the night when on.
As Jae was chatting up amongst the people at the table, you sighed in boredom. You grabbed your champagne taking small sips, your eyes roaming around the room. But you know who you were looking for. Your heart stopped when you saw those eyes were already looking at you.
It just felt like it was just you and him in this large crowded room. The dimmed light casting a mysterious look on him. You felt yourself getting lost looking at him. You can hear your heart beating with curiosity and excitement. Something in the way he looks at you makes you feel giddy inside.
He raised his eyebrow, almost asking if anything was wrong. You saw how was getting ready to walk but you smiled and shook your head. You placed the champagne down, turning your attention back to the table getting ready to play husband and wife when you heard Jae call for your attention.
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Time has passed but the function is still going on. Jae and you stand amongst fellow CEOs, talking about their respective companies as Jae has a possessive grip around your waist. You try your best to hide your discomfort as you try to keep up with the conversation.
“So gentleman, as you can see,” Jae says as he takes a sip of his drink. “NexTech has been known for its unprecedented growth. Plus with our innovative strategies and unmatched resources, we will be dominating like no one has before.”
“Very impressive, Jae. The vision for your company is quite ambitious.” A CEO nods in approval. Jae chuckles as he grips you tighter. You slightly wince at the touch, knowing he’s getting drunk and can’t control himself.
“But of course it is. After all, I wouldn’t settle for anything less.” He said in an arrogant tone, chuckling.
You tried shifting away from him, but it was no use. He had a death grip on you. “Yes, Jae has always been ambitious.” You forced a laugh. You gave Jae a pointed look, signaling for him to loosen up the pressure.
But of course, he ignores you. All his attention is on the CEOs in-front of him. “Oh and who’s the lovely lady? Is she your assistant?” Someone asks, eyeing you with curiosity. Really man? You fought the urge to not roll your eyes.
“Oh no, she’s way more than that,” Jae chuckles, “This is my partner, Y/N, in every sense of the word. Although, between us, she’s not much help when it comes to the business side. Just a pretty face to show around.”
You look at him with widen eyes, feeling shock and humiliation. You can sense the mixture of pity and amusement from the CEOs as they look at you. In that moment you felt so small. You cleared your throat, “Excuse me.” You said as you removed yourself from his grasp, quickly walking away from them.
“Women, right? Can’t take a joke.” Jae sarcastically says as he takes a sip causing a laughter amongst the group.
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Shoving the door of the banquet open, the loud noise of the chatter and music from the room fades away as the door closes behind you. Your heels echoed in the hallway as you desperately tried to find some sort of exit, feeling suffocated and humiliated.
After turning down some halls, you came across this French door that upon opening revealed to be a beautiful roof top garden. You sniffed as you sat down on the stone bench that was there, running a hand through your hair as you sobbed.
You shouldn’t be shocked at this point, you know that. But you just can’t help how you feel. Why must he be such an asshole. You sat there replaying the moment in your head. “I feel so stupid..” you said as you leaned your face into your hands as you cried.
Meanwhile back in the banquet, Yunho whose eyes never left your sight, saw you running away. He exchanged a look with Jae that was full of disappointment but quite frankly Jae could give a fuck about it. Yunho just knows that Jae did something to fuck this up.
As Yunho stepped out of the room, he looked all over for you. He was jogging down the hall but stopped in his steps once he saw that some doors were open and as he got closer he heard someone crying. When he stepped out, he saw you in your broken state.
As he approached you, the gravel under his feet made some noise but you were too caught up in your emotions that you didn’t hear foot steps approaching you. “Y/N?” He crouched down in front of you.
You jumped a bit not expecting to see anyone. “Oh my- Yunho, I’m so sorry,” you sniffed, wiping your face with the back of your hand. “I just- I- I’m sorry.” You sighed in defeat. “I don’t mean for you to see me in such state.” You said you turned to the side trying to compose yourself.
He doesn’t say anything as he stands up and takes his jacket off and he wraps it around you. You look up at him with puffy eyes and watched as he turns to the side and plucks a beautiful bloomed rose. “Here’s a flower for the woman whose beauty outshines any garden there is in life.” He says as he sits down next to you, tucking it gently in your hair.
You let out a small chuckle, touching the flower in your hair, “Thank you Yunho, that’s very sweet of you.” You say slightly nasally from the crying as you looked down. Feeling shy and embarrassed because you’re sure you look like a hot mess with your makeup all messed up.
“I mean it.” He says softly. He takes a minute then sighs. “May I ask a personal question? And apologies in advance if I have overstepped.” He asks you as he stares at your sadden state. You nodded, not even looking at him. “Why do you stay with a man who treats you like this?”
You take a deep breath, looking at him. “It’s complicated… We have been together for so long.” You sniffed, your voice was barely above a whisper. “It wasn’t always like this. He use to be so different.”
“But now?” Yunho asks as he listened intently, his expression softened at the sight of you.
“But now… I don’t know,” you looked down as you gripped Yunho’s jacket around you. “I think part of me stays because I hope he returns to being the guy he used to be to. Plus there’s so many other factors to it. Leaving isn’t as simple as it sounds.”
Yunho nodded in understanding. “While I do understand you, I just think you deserve someone who will treat you like the woman you are. It’s not worth crying over him.” He said turning your head to face him as he wipes your tears. The words he spoke ached your heart because it was the truth.
“You sure know how to make a girl feel good about herself, huh?” You chuckled at him causing him to laugh as well. His laugh was like music to your ears. He barely showed any emotions but when he did, it was a sight to see.
“Just doing my job,” he smiles. “But in all seriousness, you’re stronger than you think you are.” He says standing up, having the moonlight shine on his figure giving him that mysterious look from earlier.
You stood up as well, “Thank you for your kind words Yunho.” You said looking up at him. Suddenly the wind picked up a bit, causing you shiver. “Let’s go home, I’m sure his drunken self won’t even notice I’m gone.”
He nodded as he held his arm out for you to grab. You happily took it, feeling a bit tipsy from all the champagne you drank. Plus the crying didn’t help much. And with that you two left the building and headed home.
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You leaned your head against the window, watching the city lights has Yunho drove you both home. The drive was nice and quiet. You had told Yunho to take a different route because you honestly just didn’t want to go home.
But good things come to an end and here you are pulling into your driveway. You sat up in a surprise, feeling your heart quicken when you saw that Jae was home. “He’s home.” You muttered.
Yunho gave you a concerned look, “You want me to stay?” He asked seeing a bit of fear coming into your expression.
You nodded. “Yes. But I’ll handle it first, if anything happens I’ll call you.” When Jae had too much to drink, he was just so unbearable. You just know he was angry with you leaving so this combination of anger and liquor forms a knot in your stomach. But you were a strong woman who takes shit from no one.
You entered the house as saw no other than Jae sitting on the sofa, with a drink in his hand glaring at you. “Where the hell were you?” He slurred as he took a sip.
Yunho helped take off his jacket you still had on. “Yunho please give my husband and I a moment to talk.” You sarcastically said as Yunho nodded and left the room. You stood there arms crossed staring at him.
“Im going to ask you once more,” Jae said placing his drink down and walking to you. “Where the fuck were you?” He demanded.
You scoffed, your eyes turning icy, “Why? Afraid you couldn’t play pretend husband and wife? Afraid you couldn’t embarrass me to make yourself feel good about yourself?”
“Oh please,” Jae spat. “Again you go making it about your damn self. You embarrassed me with your dramatic walk out. Everyone asking what happened or where you went. You know tonight was important for me but no, you had to act like a damn bitch.” He yelled as he got way too close to comfort but you didn’t back down.
You pursed your lips, “You humiliated me Jae. Degrading me and saying I have done anything for this company when you know that’s completely bullshit. I’m fucking sick of you!” You yelled at him.
He let his anger take over as he grabs your neck and the his hand on your arm. “You don’t get to speak to me like that. You think you’re so much better than me? You wouldn’t last a day in my world.” He tighten the grip on both hands.
You were struggling to breathe as you dug your nails into his arm. “I know enough to understand that I deserve better than you.”
He laughed. “You need me. You never find anyone else. No one will ever want you, Y/N.” He spat with venom.
“Jae,” you said trying to remove his hand. “Jae you’re hurting me. Let go of me!” You yelled out in desperation.
He titled his head in fake sympathy, “Oh, why? You’re afraid? Scared even?” He taunted you.
It all happened so fast. Suddenly you felt like you can breathe again. You hunched over, hand on your neck as you coughed trying to regain your consciousness. When you looked up, you saw Yunho with his hand around Jae’s neck. His eyes were filled with rage, as if he has had enough of Jae’s bullshit.
“Don’t fucking touch her.” Yunho’s deep voice rang in the room. Jae was getting a taste of his own medicine as Yunho tightened the grip. “What a sad excuse of a man you are to be laying your hands on a woman.” He spat at him.
Jae stumbled trying to gain his balance as he tried his best to remove Yunho’s grip. “Stay the fuck out this,” he struggled to protest. “This is between my wife and I.”
Yunho towered over him, getting up close to his face. “Not when you’re hurting her.” He said watching Jae’s face turn red as he shoved him to a wall nearby.
“Let go of me!” He yelled at him. Yunho let him go, still standing close watching him fall to the floor, breathing heavy. Jae looks up at anger getting up to shove Yunho, “You think I’m fucking scared of you?!” He yells at him, chest heaving heavily.
“Touch her again and I’ll make you regret it.” Yunho said glaring into Jae’s eyes. Jae will never admit it, but deep down, he was scared of Yunho. He fucked around and found out right quick.
You grabbed Yunho’s arm. “Yunho, it’s okay.” You say weakly, still feeling the pain in your throat. But he didn’t budge at all eyes remaining on Jae. Jae just laughed bitterly, “Yeah, Yunho it’s okay,” he mocked you. “You better watch yourself, bodyguard.”
“Is that a threat?” Yunho asked, his voice was low and menacing getting closer to Jae who walked back causing him to bump into the wall.
Jae tsked and glared at Yunho. “Move,” he shoved Yunho as he walked to the stairs. “This isn’t over Y/N.” Throwing one last spiteful comment before heading up the stairs.
Watching his go up the stairs as you felt tears coming in. When you heard the door close you closed your eyes letting the tears stream down. Yunho put his finger under your chin gently tilting your head up examining your neck. “Are you okay?” He asks.
“That piece of shit.” You whispered as you felt on the verge of sobbing. “I’m so sorry Yunho.” You said, you looked down at the ground. You couldn’t help but feel remorse. Maybe you shouldn’t never brought up security, you could’ve saved Yunho his time.
Yunho cups your face, lifting your face to look at him. “Stop saying sorry.” He said firmly but kindly. “I’m here to protect you. No matter what.” You nodded as you sniffed, “Thank you Yunho.”
Jae never once laid a hand on you. But once the drinking and high status got into his head, there was no telling what he was capable of. He had gotten handsy with you, but you were always quick to fight back. You never thought you would need protection from your own husband.
“Of course. I’ll always be here for you.” He said giving you eyes of compassion. You couldn’t help but to hug him. If it wasn’t for him, who knows how else this night would’ve turned out. Yunho took a moment but eventually wrapped his arms around you, figuring that you needed someone to lean on right now.
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The conference was a blessing in disguise because Jae had gotten the approval to open another location in a different state which means he will out of town for a while. Good riddance, you thought. Prior to leaving he was busy with meetings for the preparation of the new building, rarely seeing him after the dispute.
When you walked into the kitchen you saw a huge bouquet of flowers in the island. Grabbing the little note on the flowers, ‘I’m sorry for everything. Love, Jae.’ Feeling anger seeping in, you ripped the card to pieces throwing his half ass apology away. Staring at the flowers, you decided to keep them. Why should nature be thrown away when it wasn’t even its fault, it was his.
Now that Jae is gone, the sun is shining brighter, your smile lasts a little longer, the air feels clearer. It’s a good time to be alive. During this time you have been able to do the activities you enjoy in peace. Which naturally has gotten you and Yunho a bit closer.
One activity was shopping. When you walked into the store, your eyes sparkled with excitement as you saw the variety of clothes that was before you. Yunho, who had a serious expression the whole time, followed you around with a mountain of clothes that just kept piling up as you saw something that you wanted to try on.
When it came time to trying the clothes on, you would ask for his opinion and you can tell he was taking it serious and you couldn’t help but burst out into laughter. You stepped out the dressing room, seeing Yunho who was sitting on the sofa, legs spread open with his arms crossed waiting for you, looking to the side waiting for you.
Oh shit. He looked absolutely fine. Shaking your head, getting out of your thoughts you cleared your throat. “What do you think about this one Yunho?” You asked as you did dramatic modeling poses laughing a bit, doing a little twirl to look at the dress fully.
He sits up straight, his arm propped on his leg as he leans his chin on his head, eyebrows furrowed. Oh, he’s really thinking about it. “It’s not giving.” He said serious.
You stopped looking at yourself in the mirror and turned to face him with a playful look on your face, “It’s not what?” You asked, on the verge of laughing.
“It’s not giving…” he pauses, struggling to find a word to describe what he means. “I don’t think this on brings you out well. I think you should try on another dress.” He said as he turns to pick out a different dress handing it to you.
When he notices you staring at him with a smile on your face he shrugs. “What is it? What?”
You laugh as you grabbed the dress and headed to the dressing room. “I didn’t think you were a fashionista.” You smiled at him before closing the curtain. Little did you know, he smiled in secret enjoying this time with you. So this is how it is when you’re happy.
Another activity was when you went to the grocery store and just arm swiped a whole shelf of cookies into the cart Yunho was pushing. “Oh, the ice cream!” You said as you went to the frozen aisle. Yunho sighed as you went back forgetting something yet again. You wanted to pig out as you watched cringey cheesy movies which was right up your alley, Yunho not so much.
“Oh my god, why would she do that!” You yelled at the TV as you covered your face feeling second hand embarrassment from the actress in the movie. You sighed grabbing a spoon full of ice cream and eating it, “She messed up.”
“Yeah she did.” Yunho said flatly dreading that he agreed to watch these movies with you as he had his arms crossed. But you didn’t care as you tapped his arm pointing to the cookies near him, your eyes never leaving tv. “Pass the cookies please.” He sighed as he grabbed and passed them to you.
But honestly, although the hates the movies you have been binge watching, he stares at you in admiration as you are fully invested in the films. You’re too blinded by the films to feel his stares as he smiles at you slapping your forehead in defeat.
To also having him help you in working out which you were dreading now. He had suggested for you two have a nice morning run. But damn, you were huffing and puffing as your arms were leaning on your thighs trying to catch your breath. You hated yourself for agreeing to this.
He saw you falling behind and jogged back to you, “Come on. Don’t you want to burn off those cookies and ice cream?” He asked you jogging in place to keep his body warm.
“Shut the fuck up.” You said through your heavy breathing causing him to laugh at you. “I hate you.” You said getting back up and jogging ahead of him. He followed suit giving you words of motivation which caused you to grunt in annoyance. “I’ll throw up on you!”
To having Yunho stay at nights since you’re alone now, worried if anything happens to you in the middle of the night. As he walks past the living room, he sees that you fell asleep on the sofa. He smirks as he quietly walks to you, covering you with the blanket, tucking some hair behind your ear getting it out your face. He stops and stares at you for a bit, taking in how much you look in peace, something he was grateful for. He leaves, dimming the lights a bit and looking at you before leaving to another room.
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Time has passed and one thing stands out. These feelings for Yunho have grown no matter how much you try to push it back and deny it. You just tell yourself that this is just his job, you’re confusing his actions and your feelings.
You two are sitting on the sofa talking and laughing about random stuff. The way the afternoon sunlight hits Yunho’s face has you mesmerized, highlighting his features. The way the sun shines in his eyes as he looked at you got you in a trance. After the laugher subsided, he noticed that you went quiet. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Mm? Oh it’s nothing. Nothing.” You chuckled nervously. Damn, was it that obvious you went deep in thought?
But his gaze remained at yours as he asked again, not letting you dismiss your feelings quickly. “You know you can tell me anything right? You can tell me what’s on your mind.” He says.
You gave him a weak smile, “I don’t know if I can.” Your emotions sit heavy in your heart. You don’t think you can keep bottling up these feelings for him.
“Why can’t you?” He asks you. “It won’t change my judgement on you. You know you can talk to me.”
“You don’t know that.” You said, feeling a bit worried. “I don’t want to risk what we have.” You looked down, playing with a loose thread on your jacket.
“Why would you even think that?” He says softly as he gets a bit closer to you, wanting to get a better view of you.
You felt your heart pounding up to your ears. Feeling your palms sweaty. “I, um,” you started off, still looking down. You took in a deep breath, looking up into his eyes. “I’m in love with you…“ your voice trembling with vulnerability.
There was silence as you two stared at one another. Your heart was sinking, feeling regret settling in. You removed the blanket off you and stood up, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” You should’ve just stayed silent.
“Y/N, wait,” Yunho said in a low and urgent voice as he stood up and grabbed your arm. He turned you to face him and saw unshed tears in your eyes. He cupped your face and leaned his forehead onto yours.
He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but he too can’t control his urges anymore. Without another word he leaned in and kissed you passionately. You held onto his wrists as you returned the kiss back. My god, you felt like time had stopped. You couldn’t believe this.
He breaks the kiss, panting a bit to catch his breath. “Y/N,” he says as he wiped your tears. “I love you too. So, so much. I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long.” He said in between pants, staring into your eyes.
“Yeah?” You whispered in shock. He kisses your hands as he nodded. “Yeah.”
It’s as if time had froze around you two, when you gently shoved Yunho to sit back down on the sofa. His eyes looking up at you with desire as you stand in front of him. “Come here.” He said to you, tapping his thigh, leaning back.
As soon as you straddled him, Yunho’s hands went behind your back, pulling you closer to him until there was no space between you. This kiss soon went from passion to hunger, wanting to express a different way to show how you feel for one another.
Yunho grabbed handful of your hair, tugging your head back as he peppered kiss down your neck, sucking on your skin leaving hickeys. You moaned in delight as you bit your bottom lip, enjoying this sensation.
And before you know it, you two are skin to skin, feeling the hot sweaty sticky bodies colliding perfectly. Electricity coursing through you body with every touch Yunho gives you. The way shivers went down your spine as he stretched you out when you first sat on him, letting you give him a high pitched moan.
The way your bodies melted into one another ignited a fire. The mixture of moans was melody to your ears. His hands were on your ass, helping you to quicken the pace of your hips, “Oh, oh Yunho,” you furrowed your eyebrows and threw your head back in pleasure, hands on his shoulders for support. “Fuckkk, you feel s-so good.”
Yunho stands up, carrying you as he’s still inside you to flip positions. He lays you down on your back and caresses your legs that are wrapped around him. “Fuck, keep doing that baby.” He grunts as he feels you clenching around him. He moves his hands between your chest and up to your neck, “Can I?” He asks for permission. “Yes, please.” you moaned as you arched your back throwing your head back.
He gave your throat a nice squeeze as he started pounding into you causing you to do some deep breathing techniques, because this man was spreading you out like never before. You threw your hands back, gripping the arm chair for dear life. “You like that baby? Who’s making you feel like this?” He asks you. Fuck, that was hot.
He lifts your legs up to get a deep angle, “Answer me.” He demands as he goes faster. You tried gripping the sides of the sofa or just something to hold on to, “Y-Yes, Yunho, you a-are.” You moaned loudly. He was taking you cloud 9, making you see stars, the whole nine yards.
He flips you around on to all fours. You leaned on the arm rest with your arms supporting you as Yunho grabbed your hair back making your arch your back. He wasted no time going back in, his free hand rubbing your clit, giving you the friction you needed to cum.
“You want to cum on my dick, baby?” He asked you lowly in your ear. You nodded frantically, “Yes please, please.” You begged as he bit your ear. He let go of your hair and flips you for the last time. He wants to see your face when you release on him.
“Cum for me then.” He says as he moves at a rapid speed. You bit your lip in the overwhelming pleasure you’re feeling. He had leaned down and sucked on your nipple, but looked up when he heard your muffled moans, “Scream for me, don’t be quiet.”
You gripped onto his arms, feeling yourself inching closer and closer to your release. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, Yunho I’m gonna cum.” You yelled out, breathing heavy. He lets go of your nipple and hovers over you, “Do it baby, cum on my cock, cum.”
Just like that the knot was undone. He kissed you as you moaned into his mouth. You felt like you had traveled to another universe from how good that orgasm was. A few seconds later Yunho was right behind you, cumming inside of you. He rode out both of your highs and then laid on top of you.
Feeling each other fasten heart beats as you both catch your breath. He looks up at you and smiles to which your return as you ran your hand through his sweaty hair, “I love you.” He said, closing his eyes enjoying your sweet touch.
“I love you too.” You said as you just laid there for a moment, taking it what just happened. Internally you were doing cartwheels and backflips. You were happy knowing he felt the same way you did.
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All good things must come to a because Jae has returned, along with his bullshit. What was once peace is now back to being a war zone of arguments and anger. Something else was for certain, he definitely has sensed something was going on between you and Yunho and it was eating him up alive.
And from the way the front door was slammed shut, it seems like he was going to get his answer today. “You. Leave. Now.” He says sternly to Yunho as he entered the room.
Yunho glanced at you, but you nodded in return signaling that it was okay. He started to walk out, giving you one last protective glance before disappearing. Jae’s eyes followed him out before looking back at you. “Y/N, tell me what the hell has been going on between you two.” He demanded.
You rolled your eyes, flipping through the magazine not bothering to look up at him. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.” You said coldly, your tone unwavering.
“I know something happened while I was gone so just fucking tell me.” Jae yells at you, his fist clenching at his sides.
You looked up at him, “and if something did?” You shrugged “You think it gives you the right to be angry with me, given everything you have done?” You said with attitude as you went back to your magazine.
Jae’s face contorted with rage, shaking his head. “This isn’t about me. This about you, my wife” He says coming up close to you. There he goes with that wife word.
You chuckled, throwing the magazine to the side standing up. “Only when it’s convenient for you Jae. Why? Scared of losing control of this whole fake facade?” You walked past him, over this argument.
He grabs the vase that held the flowers he gifted you and threw it to the wall. You jumped at the sound, turning to face him with widen eyes. His back was still facing you as Jae looked down. From your corner you saw Yunho coming but you put your arm out for him to wait.
“Fucking tell me and don’t lie to me Y/N.” Jae said as he turned around with rage in his eyes. Knowing that Yunho was here in the house, he kept his distance from you as he was terrified of him.
“I’m in love with Yunho.” You finally said after some silence. He shook his head and scoffed at you, “How fucking could you? You would this to me?”
You scoffed at his stupidity. “Oh, so now you want to act like a victim? How many times have you cheated on me behind my back Jae? How many woman? So when the tables turn, it’s an issue all of a sudden.” You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.
He gets closer to you, trying to intimidate you. “So what? You’re just going to leave me and be with the bodyguard? Do you honestly think he can give you what I can’t? You think you can just walk away from me? After everything I have done for you?”
You laughed in his face. “For me? For me?” You started off, “You mean your own personal punching bag? Where I’m constantly disrespected and treated like an accessory? Where I’m always ignored and you go screw some bitch? The only thing you have done was to teach me to never be with someone like you.”
“If you think you’re going to work out with some cheap fling then you’re more delusional than I thought.” He spat at you as you walked away from him.
“Cheap fling? Yunho is more of a man than you will ever be. He’s been everything and more to me than you ever were.” You stopped in your steps, facing him.
You looked down at your rings and take it off. This caused Jae to die a little inside. “I want a divorce.” You chucked it at his feet, leaving the room. Jae looked down at his feet and stared at the rings causing anger to boil inside him to the point he punched the wall.
As you passed the hallway, Yunho, who was ready to jump in at anytime, follows behind you. “Let’s go.” You told him as you grabbed your car keys and walked out the door.
Asking no questions, just focused on you, he opens the door for you and just as you are about to get in, you hear Jae yelling in frustration, telling you to get back inside as he starts breaking stuff. You rolled your eyes as you got into seat. Yunho walked to the driver side and drove off.
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The car ride was silent, only noise was the AC that was on low. You looked out the window, watching the cars passing by. “I’m getting a divorce.” You said out loud breaking the silence.
“Wow,” you said in awe of yourself. “I’m getting a divorce.” You couldn’t believe that it’s taken you this long and that you finally did it.
“How are you feeling? Are you okay?” Yunho asks as he takes a quick glance at you. He really can’t read your expression and words clearly right now.
“I think I am?” You said unsure, giving him a shrug. “I don’t know, I feel like I should be but I’m just so overwhelmed. Like, there were so many times I told myself I was done, but never did anything. And now I just- I think I feel free.”
Yunho stops a red light and reaches over to grab your hand. He raised it to his lips as he gave a gentle kiss on the back of it. “I’m really proud of you Y/N. Whatever you do next, I’ll be there every step of the way supporting you.”
The way you were blushing like a school girl at his gesture. You smiled at him, “Thank you Yunho. Thank you for showing me what love is.” You caressed his cheek as you leaned in for a kiss.
______
One thing is certain for Jae, he can rot in hell. He didn’t not waste any time in spreading the news about the divorce publicly. It spread like wildfire throughout the media as it was plastered on magazines, spoken on drama news TV channels, on social apps. You name it, it was there.
The headlines painted the picture of the split, highlighting the scandalous nature of the breakup. And Jae, being a beloved figure, wanting to keep the good man persona in the people’s eye, threw all the blame on you.
You were under so much intense scrutiny, that it became suffocating. You were portrayed as the villain in this whole chaos while Jae was viewed as the innocent victim. As if he could stoop any lower than before, he definitely broke a new record.
At first, you just tried toughing it out. Trying to ignore the whispers and gossip. The harsh looks when you went out. Paparazzi was so far up your ass you couldn’t move without them knowing. But it was hard to escape from the public’s judgement.
One evening, you were at Yunho’s place, which is where you have been staying, skimming through a magazine that had a featured about another headline of you. Yunho who had sense your distress, quickly takes the magazine out of your hands. “Y/N, look at me,” he says he sits on the coffee table, grabbing your hands. “You don’t have to let this get to you. They don’t know the true.”
You looked up at him with sadness in your eyes. “It’s not just about the truth Yunho. It’s about everything!” You stand up as you walked back and forth, “it’s about how this guy who I thought I knew and spent the majority of my life with is out to ruin my life. It’s about everyone quickly believing his lies… I didn’t ask for this. I can’t take this anymore.”
Yunho sighs as he walks up to you, cupping your face. “Listen to me, please,” he leans his forehead, “You’re a strong woman. You have been through hell and back. You have never backed down from a fight. You never once let Jae’s manipulation and bullshit break you, and you’re not going to let this either.” He said as he watched you close your eyes as tears fall down.
You sniffed. “How can I fight this?” You whispered. You honestly felt so lost and broken, you don’t even know what to do or where to start.
“You’re not alone in this. Out in the public you can put a mask of fierceness, show the world you aren’t afraid of what Jae is doing. Show them just how strong and unbreakable you are.” He gives you a tender kiss. “But when we’re behind closed doors, baby, you don’t have to keep the facade. You can lean on me. We can do this.” He says as he hugs you.
You felt like sobbing. Is this what true love is? Throughout this whole darkness, Yunho has been your rock and you honestly don’t know how you would be if you were alone. You’re so thankful for him. “Yunho, thank you. Thank you for being in my life.” You looked up to him as he leaned down and kissed you once more.
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If Jae wants to play like this, then you can play this game too. After the conversation with Yunho, you felt a fire ignited within you. That conversation helped you remember who the fuck you were and there was no way in hell Jae was going to go out like this.
For the next few weeks you laid low. Out of sight out of mind with the public. Your divorce lawyer, who was sent by the Gods by a miracle, told you to gather all information on your part as she does some digging on her side. Today you were meeting with her and not gonna lie you were sweating bullets.
Who knows what she has found. Did she even find anything? Will she be able to clear your name and reveal who Jae really was? This was also one of the few times you left the house so you just know you were going to be bombarded with questions and cameras in your face.
As the car pulls up, you looked out the window and saw reporters spread all over the place, waiting for you. You then felt Yunho’s hand over yours, causing you to snap out your thoughts. “It’s going to be okay.” He reassures you as you nod. He steps out the car and heads to the other side to open your door.
You can do this, you thought yourself as you put on your shades. Show Jae that you are that bitch. As soon as Yunho opened the door, everyone came flooding in asking a bunch of questions.
You just kept a serious face, purse hanging on your arm as you walked up the stairs while Yunho and other guards of his were making way for you. You tried your best to not react at the stupid questions they asked you.
“Y/N, how does it feel to know that you ruined your marriage?” One asked.
“Was it worth it to you? Care to comment?” One said shoving a microphone in your face.
“Have you spoken to Jae?” Another asked.
Oh and let us not forget the special, special fans of Jae who were also surrounding you were throwing nasty comments at you.
“Don’t you know how to keep your legs closed?” One screamed in your face. You bit down on your tongue, trying not to answer.
“Such a slut. Did all those years mean nothing to you?” One went to jump on you but Yunho shoved her off.
“Have you no shame in bringing him here? Have you no shame in being in public with him? Stupid bitch.” Another one said speaking about Yunho.
You finally reached the door and headed straight to the elevator. When it binged open, you and Yunho stepped in and turned to face the crowd before you. Seeing the flashing lights of the cameras and crazed fans pounding on the glass, their yells being muffled. As soon as the doors closed, you turned and hugged Yunho.
You felt the world crushing in on you in that moment. You had a mixture of overwhelming emotions clouding up your head. Anger, sadness, frustration. You just wanted to cry in silence and thankfully Yunho understood.
You then backed up and wiped your tears, taking in a deep breath. Yunho lifted your chin with his finger as he gave you a soft kiss on your lips. “You got this.” He whispered and you nodded.
The elevator dinged, signaling that you have arrived to the top floor. You straighten up your posture, keeping your head high as you walked the halls. “Stay here.” You told Yunho who nodded and stood next to the door putting his arms behind his back.
You walked in and was greeted by Jina. “Y/N,” she says standing up and shaking your hand, smiling to which you returned. “Welcome. Thank you for coming.”
You shook your head. “No please, I am the one who should be thankful.” She gestures you to sit down. “So tell me, what have you found?”
She wasted no time in take out files and spreading out copies of documentation and photos of Jae with other business men, “Jae’s time of looking like a saint is over. We have found evidence to that showcases all of the cheating and unethical practices within his company,” she starts off as she goes through each paper, describing to you all the horrible practices he has done.
You sat there in shock, taking in the information. You couldn’t believe this was happening everyday behind closed doors. Jae gets scummier and scummier by the minute. You leaned back into your seat letting out a scoff as you scan the papers. Jina then takes out a paper and hands it to you, “What’s this?” You asked her as you take it from her hand.
Jina smirks as she crossed her leg over the other, leaning back crossing her arms. “Signed affidavits of several woman who have confirmed that they have had affairs with Jae while he was married to you.” You looked at her with widen eyes. The devil works hard, but Jina works harder. “Look in that folder.” She points to one near your left arm.
You gasped looking at photos that had Jae partying or going out with women. You see his drunk self doing body shots on girls as well as inappropriate gestures to them. Ugh, you could throw up. Jina nodded as you looked through the pictures, feeling a bit proud of herself.
“And the Cherry on top?” There’s more? “We also have evidence from Jae’s company, NexTech, has been doing fraud, bribery, and exploitation of employees. Let’s just say he has been cutting some corners and violating labor laws to maximize his profits.” She finished off.
You shook your head, just flabbergasted at everything you’re finding out. “Jina,” you said after a moment of silence. “There are no words to describe how thankful I am. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.” You said feeling a sense of hope rising in your chest.
She leans over the desk, placing a hand on top of yours. “Of course.” She smiles. “It’s only a matter of time before everything is unraveled. Everyone will know the real truth.”
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It was later on in the night. You were pacing in Yunho’s living room with gnawing on your thumb in nerves. “Y/N,” Yunho called to you as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Relax. Everything will be okay.” He says trying to calm you down.
You were just caught up in your mind that you didn’t even hear him. Jina told you she was going to release the information tonight and honestly, you were shitting bricks wondering what the out come will be. You felt arms being wrapped around your waist, causing you get out of your thoughts.
“Y/N,” Yunho says as he leans down and kisses your neck. “Why don’t we go relax, mmh? You had a stressful day.” Peppering kisses up and down your neck.
You closed your eyes as you bit your lip, swaying a bit, lifting your hand to caress his head. “Okay. Let’s relax.” You sighed softly. He takes your hand gives you a little twirl, causing you to chuckle, before leading the way to the bathroom.
Steam was swirling in the bathroom as you two passionately kissed under the water. Both of your bodies lathered up with soap, foaming at the little friction you two created. You bit his lower lip, opening your eyes in a haze to look at his face scrunch a bit from the pain. You felt your heart race a bit when he opened his lustful eyes to look at you.
He glided his up your back, tugging your hair gently back causing you to moan in his mouth. Your arms over his shoulders, feeling the warm water slide down your arms and onto Yunho’s body. His free hand slides to down to cup your ass, giving it a squeeze.
In a swift movement, he presses you up against the foggy glass. Your hand prints and pressed up breast showcasing on the glass, turning your head to the side looking at Yunho stroking himself through your peripheral. You bit your lip, feeling your pussy throbbing, impatiently wanting to feel him again.
He placed his hand above yours as his other one guides him inside you. You gasped as the sensation of the stretch, leading more on the glass as the feeling takes over you. His free had placed on your hip as he starts thrusting into you.
The sound of the water clashing between you two intensifies as Yunho starts going faster. The bathroom is filled with the sounds of skin slapping and the moans of pleasure. “You feel so good baby.” Yunho said in his deep voice. “Just for me, right?” He grabs your hair, pulling you back so he can see your fucked out face.
You swallowed, feeling your throat dry from the heavy breathing you’re doing. “Ye-Yes,” you said, feeling your hands slip, trying to catch yourself from falling. “Just for you.”
He smirked as your struggle. “Good girl.” His deep voice made you clench on him, making him moan as letting go of your hair to your clit as he rubbed it. You caught yourself before hitting the glass as you started screaming in pleasure. You started whimpering from the rapid speed he was going. “Cum baby, I know you want to.” He tells you.
You fogged and defogged a spot on the glass that was near your mouth as you tried catching your breath with Yunho shoving your face into it. You shut your eyes tightly as you were nearing your high. “I’m clo-close.” You managed to moaned out. At the same time you and Yunho came, feeling stars as he rode out the highs. “That’s right baby, scream for me. Let everyone know who’s making you feel like this.” He grunts out.
When you two calmed down, you turned around and leaned on the glass, not caring how cold it was. He smiled at you, “Feel better?” He asked you and you playfully hit his chest. “Shut up.” You told him as you both laughed. He put his hands next to your face on the glass and he went for a kiss.
When you actually finished showering, you stepped out scrunching your hair and wrapping a towel around your body, tucking the excess at the top to stop it from falling. From the corner of your eye you saw your phone light up. ‘Turn on Channel 2’, read Jina’s text message.
You gasped with widen eyes as you ran out to the living room, feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin as soon as the cold hits your skin. You grabbed the remote flipping through channels not caring about the droplets of water that were falling from your hair were landing on your arms.
“In recent news, Jae’s public image continues to crumble as more details emerge about his affairs and the unethical practices at his company. It is confirmed that these allegations are supported by fundamental evidence,” the reporter says as the screen shows Jae shoving cameras out his face as he is trying to enter a building. He starts yelling at them to get out his face.
“Former employees have provided detailed accounts of the harsh working conditions along with the illegal activities at Jae’s company.” The documents being shown on the screen explain detail per detail on how things were being run.
“Furthermore, details of Jae’s extramarital affairs have also been revealed,” she says as the same photos you saw in the office appeared on the screen too. Your heart is pounding out of your chest. “Multiple woman have come forward and shared evidence along with sources who can confirm his involvement in said acts.”
The reporter finished off by saying, “Legal experts believe this is going to be leading to very serious repercussions for both his business and personal life. As of right now, this is all we have. Stay tune for future updates.” You watch as the screen changes to commercials.
“Y/N?” Yunho who was there behind you the whole time watching everything unfold breaks the silence. “Are you okay?” He asks you.
You turned to him, smiling. “It’s over. I’m free.” You said feeling tears of joy coming in. He extends his hand out and you happily grab it as he pulls you to him. “I’m proud of you. I told you that you could do it.”
“Thank you for being by my side every step of the way, Yunho. I love you.” You say as you kissed him. He smiles into the kiss, “I love you more.”
“Now come on, let’s celebrate.” He says he breaks the kiss. You tilt your head, “Where we going?” You asked him. He smirked as he picks you up bridal style, “It’s best if I show you.”
Oh yeah, you can get use to this.
THE END
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PERIOD DRAMA QUOTES
ASSORTED ASKBOX PROMPTS featuring the dialogue of films and literature in the PERIOD DRAMA genre, including the works of Jane Austen, Little Women (2019), The Great (2020), Anne With An E (2017), Enola Holmes, and more!
CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed
SPECIFY muse for multimuses.
❛ A young woman should be free to follow her heart. ❜
❛ Either we escape tonight or we say goodbye forever. ❜
❛ Your life is still in danger. ❜
❛ You bewitched me from the very first moment we met. ❜
❛ I too have known heartache and betrayal. ❜
❛ My dear girl, don’t you know that I’m in love with you? ❜
❛ You don’t know what it is to be without power. ❜
❛ Actually, for once, I think that there is some small value in what you say. ❜
❛ If I changed at all, it was because of you. ❜
❛ Sometimes, I think you couldn’t possibly be real. ❜
❛ I just can’t live without you. ❜
❛ Just because my dreams are different than yours does not mean that they’re unimportant. ❜
❛ I cannot stop thinking of you. ❜
❛ I am yours; I have always been yours. ❜
❛ A man with charm is an entertaining thing. ❜
❛ It’s alright to have anger, but you can’t let that be the ruling factor over your life. ❜
❛ You deserve everything your heart desires. ❜
❛ Night and day, I dream of you. ❜
❛ Dancing is a trust; it is a union. ❜
❛ Did you admire me for my impertinence? ❜
❛ It is you I cannot sacrifice. ❜
❛ I love crying over a good book, don’t you? ❜
❛ I love you. Most ardently. ❜
❛ There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart. ❜
❛ When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I don’t have an excellent library. ❜
❛ Caring deeply will always be the right thing. ❜
❛ I don’t need friends. I have my own company. ❜
❛ Evil to some is always good to others. ❜
❛ Have a little compassion on my nerves! You tear them to pieces! ❜
❛ No man on earth cares for me. ❜
❛ I forgive what you have done to me. ❜
❛ I do not find it easy to talk to people I don’t know. ❜
❛ Men of sense do not want silly wives. ❜
❛ I have crossed oceans of time to find you. ❜
❛ How I love being a woman. ❜
❛ You are a wish come true I never knew I was making. ❜
❛ Sometimes, you just have to let people love you. ❜
❛ If you want to be heard, you have to make some noise. ❜
❛ I’m so sick of people saying that love is just all that a woman is meant for. ❜
❛ You’re being emotional. It’s understandable, but unnecessary. ❜
❛ I want things to go back to the way they used to be! ❜
❛ Wait, they didn’t teach you that in finishing school? ❜
❛ Whatever society may claim, they can’t control you. ❜
❛ You’re not rid of me yet. ❜
❛ You have no interest in changing a world that suits you so well. ❜
❛ I’ve always known that I would marry you. Why should I feel ashamed of that? ❜
❛ I don’t want to leave you. ❜
❛ No one should be alone all the time. ❜
❛ Marriage is both a joy and a place where you will be dealt unbearable griefs. ❜
❛ I can’t risk losing anyone else I love. ❜
❛ You don’t believe in me. I’ve spent my whole life trying to get you to … and you just don’t! ❜
❛ You are a befuddling, strange creature. Everything you are saying is ridiculous. ❜
❛ Have you been hiding from me? ❜
❛ If anything were to happen to you, I would never be able to live with myself. ❜
❛ It’s pretty obvious now that for us to stay sane, we have to stay together. ❜
❛ The world is hard on ambitious girls. ❜
❛ Do you truly have feelings for me? ❜
❛ I don’t think there’s any place for me in this world. ❜
❛ How do I look? Do I look alright? ❜
❛ I want a home. And a family. ❜
❛ An I talking too much? People are always telling me that I do, and it seems to cause no end of aggravation. ❜
❛ Oh, isn’t it a beautiful morning? ❜
❛ It would surely be much more rational if conversation instead of dancing were made the order of they day. ❜
❛ You don’t annoy me; you make me nervous. ❜
❛ You are an unexpectedly dark character. ❜
❛ I have been unpardonably vain and insufferably arrogant. ❜
❛ You have to watch your tongue. ❜
❛ I’m so sorry; I don’t understand what you are saying. ❜
❛ I don’t understand why you’re being so kind to me. ❜
❛ Don’t be defeatist, dear. It’s very middle class. ❜
❛ What is a weekend? ❜
❛ We should see more of each other. ❜
❛ I look like a prized calf trussed up for auction. ❜
❛ Your reputation precedes you. ❜
❛ Ever since I was a child, I felt like greatness was in store for me. ❜
❛ You don’t look as though you’re struggling. You look … radiant. ❜
❛ I will love you until time has lost all meaning. ❜
❛ There are many versions of you, and you know that I’m the only one who sees them all. ❜
❛ You aim to rile me. I like it. ❜
❛ Will you join me for dinner? ❜
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Pink Pony Club
A Bodhi Durran fic dedicated to everyone who participated in the @rq-gift-exchange.
P.S. I am feeling very needy not having an official giftee for the event. Please shower me with love and praise. (Half kidding)
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Summary:
Any time Bodhi has to face the memories of his small hometown, Aretia, Tennessee, it’s painful. But after moving LA just over a year ago, he’s found a new home: at the Pink Pony Club.
As a performer at the club, he can be whoever he wants to be. He can be cool. He can be sexy. He can be expressive. He can even be himself.
Life in LA is better than he ever could have imagined. His new friends love and accept him for who he is, in a way his friends and family back home never could. He gets to dance without anyone judging him.
And tonight, he’s going to get what he wants most of all: the attention of the man at the front-left table who comes to all his shows, the one with the beautiful eyes. He doesn’t even know the man’s name yet, but Bodhi’s determined to meet him at last.
Because no matter what Mama or God may think, he is Bodhi Durran, and he is fucking beautiful.
Status: Complete Words: 21,463
Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Relationships: Bodhi Durran/Ridoc Gamlyn Characters: Bodhi Durran, Ridoc Gamlyn, Imogen Cardulo, Xaden Riorson, Liam Mairi, Quinn (Empyrean), Heaton (Empyrean), Tyvon Varen, Rhiannon Matthias, Tara (Empyrean), Sawyer Henrick Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Drag Queens, LGBTQ Themes, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Soulmates, Love at First Sight, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence ,Self-Acceptance, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, jorts
Excerpt:
Bodhi stands in the stage-right wing, waiting, his legs jiggling nervously. He loves performing here, but ever since his parent’s disastrous visit, the excitement turns sour in the moments right before he’s announced. It’s okay to love this, he reminds himself. It doesn’t make him an abomination or an affront to God, no matter what his father says.
He was born this way. God doesn’t make mistakes.
The crowd breaks into applause as the performer before Bodhi exits the stage. They smile at him and give him a light tap on the ass. “Go get ‘em, Coco,” they say with a wink before disappearing to their dressing room.
The emcee takes the stage, a bubbly blonde named Quinn. She’s wearing lingerie with sparkles and fringe with a cowboy hat and boots to match the blue streak in her hair. Just like that, all the nerves fade away.
Note: While I consider this to be a hopeful fic about Bodhi being comfortable in his own skin, it includes some difficult themes from Bodhi's past including religion, homophobia, and being outed before he was ready.
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Shout out to Niv, Suebs, Sarah and Korrina for beta
Shout out to Sarah, Alexandia and Maze for helping me organize this event
Shout out to @sarcasticmothwrites @witch-and-her-witcher Suebs, Sarah, @copperfirebird @tegantales @hlizr50, headcanonheadcase, SaraNove, Niv and ILoveMyThighs for writing pinch hits
Shout out to Sarah for the amazing art to go with this fic
Shout out to Vanth, A Court of Lady Death and everyone above for keeping me sane.
I couldn't have pulled this off without all of you. Thank you all so much, from the bottom of my heart.
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LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO
cw: angsty fluff? is that a thing? light mentions of alcohol and weed, suna is drunk and silly, reader is designated driver (drink safely, my friends!!!), heavy mutual pining, inspired by that normal people scene (brothers...iykyk)
For a midsummer night, the breeze outside is surprisingly chilly.
Feeling more like September than July, your car window is barely cracked to let a bit of air inside the small stuffy vehicle.
The streets are barren as you drive through the backroads of your hometown—which is expected, as no one sane tends to willingly drive at 1:31 AM. Not unless they received a brief text from a blonde-haired setter asking you to handle a “liability” for him.
Equally intrigued as you were annoyed, you agreed to his weird request and he dropped a pin to his location almost instantly.
You remember him talking about some lowkey Inarizaki reunion this weekend—just like the old days, shitty booze in someone’s parent’s basement and cheap weed from the town’s local plug. Pro-volleyball players and all, you suppose some things never change.
With the lack of details Atsumu gave you, you don’t know what to expect as you drive to the marker on your GPS.
Seeing how he was cognizant enough to text you, you doubt he’s the one in need of assistance. It’s unlike Osamu to get belligerent enough to leave a party early, so he’s pretty much ruled out of your list of suspects, too. And hell would freeze over the day you see Kita drunk enough to need a designated driver.
So pulling up to the address and seeing a familiar headache comically slumped on the front steps of the porch, you don't know why you ever dared to be curious.
When you see him, you think he’s sleeping. It’s not until you park the car and make your way towards his slumped frame that you can confirm; even while his eyes are closed and he’s not necessarily awake, Suna is very much not asleep.
Nothing but an unruly mop of brunette slightly sways as he bobs his head from side to side, almost like he’s following along with a one-sided conversation in his thoughts. He’s alone, aside from a few discarded beer cans and the diluted thumping of the music from inside.
The anxiety inside of you can’t help from asking, "Did they just leave you here?"
You don’t expect an answer from him—more so thinking out loud at the brute stupidity and lack of safety from the whole situation. You make a mental note to scold Atsumu for his critical thinking skills the next time you see him.
At the sudden sound of your voice, Suna notices you walking toward him. Wrapped in a sweatshirt nearly swallowing you whole, he grins brightly. Your genuine concern paired with your silly choice of apparel somehow fits the situation nicely, he decides.
"Nah," he slowly shakes his head. Through squinted eyes, he hazily meets your gaze with a teasing smile, "They told me to sit and stay, like a good boy."
You don’t know why his words light a fire in your stomach, and even more alarmingly, you don’t know why you don’t hate it. You can’t help but laugh a bit at his drunken words.
Nodding your head to where he (somehow) comfortably sits on the concrete stairs, you hum in agreement.
"I’m surprised you actually listened," you exhale.
The summer breeze blows once more, and while it makes you shiver, Suna finds it refreshing compared to the stuffy confines of someone’s childhood basement.
He shrugs lazily as he presses his palms onto the porch, slowly bracing himself to stand.
"Only ‘cause I knew you were already on your way," he tries to play it off casually, like his insides weren't churning with acidic excitement to see you tonight. “More scared of you than I am of them."
He’s always been an honest drunk, more deadpan and blunt than his usual reserved facade. You bite your tongue at the pride that swells in your chest with the honesty of his remark.
"Good.”
As he stands, Suna stumbles slightly against the wooden railing of the deck, leaving you rushing to his side to support his stupor. He giggles at his own lack of awareness before regaining his composure, using the railing for support as he mumbles out a sleepy “M’fine.”
Not fully believing him, you let your hands linger a bit by his side, not quite touching him but still close enough to be prepared for another tumble.
Suna takes a deep breath to sober himself and opens his eyes to face you. He stares at you for a moment or two, eyes flickering through your features as he struggles to decide which one to focus on. The way your cupid’s bow scrunches in thought. How your pupils dilate with the lack of light. The stray piece of hair blown over your eyes and resting in the middle of your forehead.
It’s beautiful, he thinks. All of it. How easily breathtaking you can be on a chilly summer’s night, in an empty street, wearing a giant sweater, with a man who is irrevocably in love with you.
But, he knows he’s too drunk to be thinking like this.
He closes his eyes once more, grounding himself with the crisp inhale.
"It feels like the sidewalk is moving."
He hears your laughter and immediately opens his eyes again to see it—and, oh, he adores the sight. Flushed cheeks and glimmering eyes, he completely soaks in the moment of you entertaining his terribly lame joke. He’d take a moment to thank the stars watching above, but he doesn’t dare to look away for a second.
"I promise you, it’s not," you whisper, once again supporting his side and beginning the so-close but so-far-away walk back to your car. “How much did you even have to drink?”
His head plops onto your shoulder, “Never ask a man how much he’s had to drink. Weren’t you ever taught that?”
You scoff and he wants to kiss you, wants to taste it on his tongue and savor it forever. But he can barely lift his head, so he chooses to ignore the overwhelming urge.
Before he knows it, as if his feet were moving on their own, he's leaning up against the passenger side of your car.
“I don’t consider you a man,” your voice calls his attention back to reality, “I consider you a nuisance.”
He hums at your words, again finding his drunk gaze unable to be pulled away from you. Leaning against your car, he giddily smiles at seemingly nothing at all.
When you're about to usher him into the passenger seat, he speaks up, and it's not what you expect. Eyes still lost in yours, he wonders.
"Do I still have pupils?"
The question catches you off guard, has you shaking your head in disbelief and adoration at the nuisance before you. His eyes bore into yours, pupils still intact and practically shaped like hearts as he awaits your answer.
"Yeah," you reply. "They're about the size of saucers right now, but yes, you have pupils."
"S'fine,” Suna, as sleepy as he is, doesn't miss a beat. “They always get like that when I see you, anyways."
And something is suddenly different. In the streetlights illuminating from above, the moment turns intimate like the magnetic flip of a coin.
His words aren't flirty or teasing, they're genuine. Pure. His gaze leaves little room to argue with the fact that while he’s dizzy and mumbling and not nearly in the right state of mind, he’s honest, nonetheless.
And it feels wrong to take advantage of that.
“Okay,” you softly decide, opening the door and gently ushering his lanky body beneath its roof, “let’s go.”
He complies without restraint, lets you cover his head when it nearly skims the roof and buckle him in with caution. He rests his cheek against the cool window for the entire way to his apartment. It’s a quick drive, and you learn that Suna looks just as pretty illuminated in the red lights as he does in the green ones.
When your car is parked and his apartment complex taunts you from across the street, you call his name.
“Suna?”
“...”
“Rintaro?”
“Hmmph?”
Your hand is gentle on his shoulder, a featherlight weight to let him know you’ve arrived. And he knows—in fact, he was awake the whole drive. Watching the moon follow your car and relishing in the smell of your perfume invading his senses.
He feels you tap his shoulder again, “Do you need help getting out?”
“Y’know,” he turns his head to lazily send you a smile, “you shouldn’t try and get your hands on a man when he’s drunk.”
Your palm sweats against the steering wheel. He’s so infuriating and you want to kiss him—two things you’ve officially decided are not mutually exclusive. You choose to fight off a grin, instead.
“Well, you don’t usually need help getting out of the car when you're sober.”
“Yeah, but even if I was sober, I’d still want y’to touch me.”
The coin flips again. Words that are usually meant to be dirty or promiscuous are pouring out from his soul and directly into your heart. He means them, and both of you know it.
Something inside of you aches to grab his hand, so you do. You scratch the inevitable itch and hold his palm in yours. He lets you with ease, even squeezing it for good measure as he delicately plays with your fingers.
You squeeze his hand right back, and he knows it's saying all the things you can't right now.
With a warm belly, you smile softly, “Go to bed, Rintaro.”
Hearts in his eyes, he nods and opens the door. He leaves your car and crosses the street with a newfound caution to get home safely. Because he knows that while tomorrow inevitably will come, tonight—that feeling in your car—can never be taken from him.
On the elevator ride up to his apartment, he can’t help but flex the hand in his pocket—the one that squeezed yours a few moments ago.
Still trying to relish in the faint feeling of your skin on his, Suna begs himself not to be a coward when he’s sober in the morning.
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Tonight, Forever, Then, Here And Now - Nikolai Lantsov
Summary: Nikolai Lantsov x Reader circa King Of Scars, at a party, pretending their feelings for each other can be ignored.
Content Warnings: Not Beta/Proof Read.
So like, I stopped writing fanfic content and imagines and stuff a few years back because Wattpad wasn't serving me well and Quotev had drained my morale. The last two years I've been posting fanfic on A03, and that's really just been for me and bestie, and this account was really just so I could post Tolya content for bestie. But I'm like very glad you are enjoying my nonsense the same was she does, and I shall continue to take requests and post my random bs because who knew there was such an audience for it xx
Genya smiles looking you up and down. "You clean up nice," Genya says. You give her a look, and she pretends not to see it. "Please try to look like you're happy to be here."
"I did not ask to be here," you remind her. She gently leans closer, bringing her drink to her lips, to try and hide her whispers.
"We both know there is at least one reason you would like to be here," she whispers.
"Don't," you warn her.
"I haven't seen him yet," she continues, "but from what Zoya said-,"
"I do not want to know what Zoya said about Nikolai," you say a little too quickly. Genya smiles, that knowing smile. "I will tell David that you don't like the new hinges, that you preferred the other ones despite the fact they were less functional, because they were prettier."
"No, you wouldn't," Genya says, but she thinks about it. "Oh you might."
"Yes," you tell her, "I might."
You love Genya, she keeps you sane during such fancy and often long functions, but today she wants to talk about Nikolai, and you cannot talk about Nikolai. You're not sure your heart can take it. You've never been able to hide your feelings for him, not from her at least. But today your feelings feel like they could boil over.
"I hoped you'd look my way eventually," comes a voice you don't know. You realise that in your absentmindedness you must have been looking at someone, and rather than admit you were somewhere else entirely, thinking about Nikolai, you try to conjure a smile.
"Have we met?" You ask, you hate small talk, especially with men like these, the type that will ask you to dance. You really do not feel like dancing.
"May I have this dance," you go to say no, but you realise when the confusion crosses the strangers face it isn't he who asked. You play the question back in your mind, and you know the voice, you'd know it anywhere, you'd know it in a crowded room, you'd know it tired, to quiet or pretending to be someone else, and you know it now.
"Your Highness," you give a curtsey, it's a little joke that no one but Nikolai and Genya seem to understand. Nikolai tries to make his smile look more humble, but the smugness lingers. He offers you his hand.
"Shall we?" he asks. You stare at him, like waiting would make it make more sense. He takes your hand with a smile and throws the stranger a gentle shrug. "I have a tendency to make them short of words." You follow him as he pulls you along, trying to ignore the smirk Genya has. "Dance with me."
"We shouldn't be seen together," is the first sentence you manage to put together. Nikolai just gives an indignant sigh.
"Just, take my arm, and don't look so stiff," he says, pulling you in. You let him, having him hold you close takes away some of the attention from the fact you do not wish to be dancing, for understandable reasons. You don't even want to be here at all.
"I should warn you that I am a terrible dancer," you tell him. He chuckles and you can feel his breath against your skin, and you try not to let your thoughts linger on it.
"It's okay love, no one's going to be watching you," he teases.
"By all means, don't waste your pleasantries on me," you respond. He places a hand on your hip and you try not to jolt from the shock. You'd intended on avoiding him, you'd hoped you could spend the whole night, not having to share a word with him, and now his hands are against you and it's like he has filled up all your senses.
"My eyes are up here," Nikolai whispers, bringing himself close to your ear. You step on his foot and he bites his tongue pretending to not notice. "Ouch," he whispers. "Put your hand on my-,"
"No," you say quickly.
"Can you at least pretend you like spending time with me?" he asks.
"I like spending time with you," you say, looking up to meet his gaze. "But I hate parties, I hate... all of this and people are looking at me, I don't want them looking at me, and we know why they're looking at me, because I am dancing with you. Something else I did not intend to do."
You see one of the court members leaning into whisper to someone you don't recognise and you fight off the groan. Nikolai follows your gaze. "Ah, the rumour mill's already started," he observes.
"Sound less pleased with yourself," you tell him. His grin turns mischievous, and he looks more like the Nikolai you know, underneath all the royal attire and façade. You wish you could smile and just be happy in his company, you wish it was that easy. But it's anything from that easy, and as each day passes it gets more and more complicated. "I've heard the rumours about you."
"Who hasn't?" he asks, tone still filled with good-humour, in spite of how quickly he could have misinterpreted that comment.
"I mean... the other rumours, about you and Zoya," you're teasing him and he knows it.
"Yes, that's why she is so set on finding me a wife," he lets slip the tiredness in his tone.
"Oh, that's why you're insisting on dancing with me," you say, letting him pull you closer. "Not because you couldn't find a date in time."
"You think I couldn't find a date in time?" he asks, mock offended.
"No, I know you could have dates lined up out the door," you say, "so it made me wonder, why you wanted to bother me."
"I'm bothering you, am I?"
"Shut up Nikolai," you look away trying to stop yourself from blushing. He always acts like this, and you always react like this, you should know better.
"I wasn't expecting to see you here," he admits. It sounds like a confession, but you've got not a single clue what he is confessing to.
"You weren't supposed to find me here," you admit, equally honest, equally confessional, but at least you know what you're confessing to, even if he doesn't. You feel your throat drying up as Nikolai pulls you in even closer. "Strong grip," you whisper. He laughs and you can feel the breath moving in his chest as he does. "Anyway, how is the whole wife thing going?"
"Oh please, I had hoped I would be free of that, at least with you," he says.
"Why would I free you from conversing clearly the most important decision you're yet to make as royalty and ruler?" you tease.
"I knew you'd turn on me one day," he whispers, "but this betrayal, this stings."
"Well, Your Majesty, I am just concerned for the royal line," you say, dipping your head in a subtle bow.
"Mind if I cut in?" Zoya asks, approaching the two of you.
"Yes," Nikolai groans but keeps a smile on his face.
"A word," Zoya says, eyeing you.
"When I have a moment?" you ask.
"After your dance?" Nikolai inquires.
"I am not cutting in for you," Zoya tells Nikolai directly, "and no," she looks to you, "not when you have a moment, now."
Zoya pulls you aside. "Now I don't know what I've done to incur the wrath of General Nazyalensky, but I assume I am about to find out," You say, not liking quite how hard the grip on your arm is.
"He needs to find a wife," Zoya states flatly.
"I know," you reply.
"He will not find a wife, with you around taking up his time," Zoya points out. If Zoya were someone else, you'd think this was coming from a place of jealousy, possessiveness, or her own interest in Nikolai. But anyone who knows Zoya enough, knows her one true loyalty, the thing she loves above all else, is Ravka. That is where her intentions lie. She wants what is best for her country, it isn't personal and you know it.
"He sought me out," you tell Zoya.
"And he will do that," she tells you, "over and over, and it gets him no where, he will chase you and it will mean nothing except act as a distraction from what he must do."
"Please, Sobachka or not, Nikolai isn't some... love sick puppy, he is a romantic, and these proposed arrangements do not interest him, but even if there was a deeper reason for that, it would not be me," you state.
Zoya's laugh is tired, and in its own way, cruel. "You exhaust me," Zoya admits. Zoya was all kinds of beautiful, and you know her to be beautiful even in her cruelty, in her viciousness. Zoya was so beautiful in her anger, even in her war, that even as the Storm Witch her beauty is what people remember most about her. You assumed she looked right through you, but she was staring at you now, right at you. And that was the most terrifying. "I suggest, you put aside your naivety and take a walk. Let me do what is necessary, what is best."
"For Ravka?" You ask, tone bleak.
"And for Nikolai," she states, "your own feelings aside, that is what you want, isn't it?"
"You know nothing of my feelings Zoya," you say, more venomous than you'd originally planned.
"I think it is you that knows nothing of your feelings," Zoya says, "now you need some air, don't you?"
"I need some air?" you ask. Zoya looks to the archway leading out of the festivities and into the gardens.
"You need some air," Zoya says again, "or do I need to physically remind you."
Zoya would not use her small science here, not like this, but the threat was filled with a level of sincerity. "I need some air," you reply and take your leave. 'What I really need is a drink,' you think to yourself as you make it past most of the crowd.
"Quick, while no one is looking," comes Nikolai's voice as he pulls you into the shadows.
"What... are you doing?" you ask, biting back any sounds of shock.
"You help me, I help you, isn't this how this goes?" he is being himself again, that Nikolai you know so well, all mischief and planning. You knew Nikolai could escape almost any situation if he wanted to, and if he put his mind to it. Clever as a fox. Sly like one too, you'd often thought.
"I need some air," you say, trying your best to oblige Zoya and her better intentions.
"Mind joining me for a walk in the gardens?" Nikolai asks.
"Would I mind you joining me," you correct him. He smirks.
"You wouldn't mind," he places an arm around you, resting a hand on the lower of your back, "I am such a delight to be around."
He is uncharacteristically quiet as you walk down the path and around the garden. "I am sorry for Zoya," he says finally.
"It's futile to apologise over her," you say, "no one could control her if they tried."
"Perhaps not, but... I do not like the way she talks to you," he says.
"She talks to everyone that way."
"But she shouldn't talk to you like that," he says. You want to ask about why you deserve special treatment, about why he is seeking you out knowing there are things he needs to be doing. But something else catches your thoughts before you can ask either of those questions.
"Were you eavesdropping?" you ask.
"Can royalty really eavesdrop?" he asks, trying to pull that charm he has to cover his tracks.
"Nikolai," you say, sighing.
"Call me Kolya," he says, "like you used to."
You think your heart might just stop in your chest. "I... there is a lot of things I used to say, that it's best if I don't say anymore," you manage, looking up at the sky instead of at him. It's cloudy and dark, the stars barely managing to shine through all the fog.
"Why not?" he asks, genuine, needing to know.
"Because things can't be how they were Nikolai, not anymore, not now," you say, "and you know that better than I do."
"I don't believe that," he says, leaning on the wall. You look at his waistcoat, wondering how it would look if he were to return to the party with the dirt of the garden on his good clothes.
"You need to," you say, stepping to stand beside him, resting your arms on the wall, hands just out of subtle reach of his. He would have to reach for you, intentionally, knowingly, noticeably to take your hand in his. Part of you wants him to, part of you knows he really shouldn't.
"You're really trying to sound convincing aren't you?" he asks.
"I am allowed my fantasies, you cannot afford them," you admit. He smiles, but you can feel the sadness thinly veiled by the smugness.
"So you have fantasies about me?" He cocks his head to give you a look.
"You shouldn't keep them waiting," you say, not giving in to him, as much as you want to.
"I'm royalty, I never keep anyone waiting, they're just too eager," he says. He moves his hand over, just a small amount, considering it as he edges across the stone of the wall. You remind yourself not to hold your breath.
"Nikolai..." you whisper. "You can't do this." You want to tell him that it is not fair, to have loved him all this time, and always known he could never be yours. With him this close the idea that he could, even for a moment is filling your brain with desires and thoughts you've tried hard to bury.
"But what if we did anyway," he asks. "Tell me like I am not what I am, but just who I am, forget the titles and the obligations. If it was not about the rules and Zoya and the parade of princesses and diplomats that I am expected to smile at and charm. If it was just you and I, tell me like it was that."
"Why?" you ask. "What is the point?"
"So I know," he says, "I need to know if I am truly going mad, or if maybe, my dashing charms have won over even you."
"My feelings for you have nothing to do with your charms Nikolai," you smile to yourself, "I fell for you long before you became so boyishly handsome."
"And my heart belonged to you long before I ever thought I could be king," he admits.
"But you did get handsome, and you are King," you say.
"What if," he takes your hand now and the warmth of his hand engulfing yours makes your breath hitch, "we just didn't care about it. What if I told Zoya that she needn't worry with her matchmaking because there is no one I would be willing to rule with that isn't you?"
"I'd say you're a fool, and that only Kings in bed time stories marry for love," you say.
"And I would remind you once said every prince in every fairy tale made you think of me."
"Saints I really used to say things didn't I?"
"I always loved that about you."
"You still say things."
"Say you'll have me," he says, "if you will have me, I will sort the rest."
"And have to dance with you in front of people, I don't think I could do that, you misstep," you tease.
"You stepped on my foot," he chuckles. You look at him, and those eyes are staring right back at you, into you, like he could see exactly who you are at a glance, like he has always known. Like every breath, ever step, has always been leading here, to this moment. "You're leaving me without an answer."
"Nikolai," you whisper, "you're not supposed to make this choice."
"But I want to make it anyway," he says, "I am King, no one will argue with me."
"Zoya will," you say as his hand brushes your cheek.
"Let her try," he says. "So... is that a yes? All I ask is that you say yes if you want to, not because you should or shouldn't but because you want to, and you speak to me as you always have, and call me like you once did."
"Kolya," you whisper, and the softness in your voice is answer enough, but you tell him anyway, "yes."
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𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 || 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧
“𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺“
Inspo: Sleep Token - Granite
Pairing: Amber Freeman x Black!Male!reader
Summary: She wouldn’t accept you leaving...
Warnings: Voyorisum, kidnapping, Dubcon, smut, blowjob, and unprotected sex.
Words: 1932
DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!
She wasn’t crazy.
This was a reasonable thing to do. And what else was she was supposed to do? The idea of you leaving town when hearing about the murders wasn’t going to work. She needed you here. Nothing to further the plot that she and Richie had planned. But she needed you in Woodsboro to keep her sane. You forced her hand in this situation that had been building till tonight. Ambushing you in your parent's front driveway and taking you back to her house. Putting you in a chair and restaining your limbs from any possible escape. If she had to, she would keep you here until everything was done and she could trust you would stay.
Amber understood the reasoning behind why you were leaving. Along with the fear of being Ghostface’s next victim, you were needing to get a breather from everything that revolved around Woodsboro. An escape from the constant fight you two had whenever you talked to Tara or Mindy. Her possessiveness became something close to a knife that was constantly at your throat and unapologetically preventing you from a chance to explain yourself.
But now, with a bag over your head, senses muffled, you could only listen—the heavy footsteps of someone stomping around in the room.
“Ah, fuck.” You bowed your head, eyes clamped shut as you waited until they readjusted. Flinching upon hearing the sound of chair legs catching friction with the floor and vibrating, making the sound entirely dreadful to sit and listen to.
“Y/n, I need you to understand why I did this.” Amber fell into the chair opposite of you. Allowing you to realize that not only were you kidnapped by your girlfriend, but she was the Ghostface killer. Something you should’ve learned far ahead of time.
“Amber? What the fuck is going on?” You questioned, tugging at the restraints around your ankles and wrists. “Oh, fuck. Fuck! Please don’t kill me.”
“No. No, no, no, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.” She fell to her knees, placing her gloved hands on your knees with her eyes warmly staring up at you. “I just want to talk. As I said, I need you to understand why I am doing this.”
You could only stare at her incredulously. “What the fuck do you mean, Amber?” You questioned harshly. “What the fuck is there to explain? You have me tied up and you’ve killed people!”
The girl pursed her lips, blinking slowly as she raised a finger and pointed at you. “Ok,” she muttered, clearing her throat. “You don’t have to use that tone with me, alright? I am doing this because I love you and-”
“You have kidnapped me!” Your yell cut through the air like a blade to the throats of your opposition. Silencing the air and Amber from speaking any further.
Something had been very wrong with Amber in recent weeks. Her possessiveness wasn’t anything new because you liked it when she was ready to beat the fuck out of a girl who looked in your direction. But it’d been getting worse. Her controlling aspect was becoming overbearing and the worthless fighting had become a regular in your schedule. She was like a rabid animal when it came to anything you did, ready to pounce and make you feel like shit.
But when you try and leave, get a chance to breathe, she holds you at your throat. Restricting the oxygen further than she already had.
“Alright. I’m going to need you to put your big boy pants on because screaming like a child isn’t helping either of us,” she patronized. “I wasn’t planning on doing anything until you told me you were leaving town because of the murders. But also because of us.”
“Your fucking right, Amber,” you seethed. “I was leaving because you drown me in the rivers of crazy you expel from each fight we have. This just shows that you are fucking crazy.”
“Okay, get a grip,” she growled, standing to her feet, placing her hands over yours and leaning into your face. “I thought out of everyone in this fucking town, you would be the last person to get hysterical over this type of shit.”
“You attacked Tara!”
“And you were still willing to leave Woodsboro right after she got hurt!” She screamed right back at you, silencing you. “This is all happening because of my love for the Stab movies and you.” She stood to her full height, waving her hand as she said, “Everything I wanted for us, you were going to give up on it. Run away from the countless possibilities that both of us could have.”
You pursed your lips, holding her steel gaze with just as much integrity. “Well, you were too busy staring at a fantasy to realize you were still in reality.”
Amber scoffed, scratching the corner of her lips. Pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek as she shook her head, beginning to pace right in front of you. Displaying the incline of insanity from her mumblings. Almost having an entire conversation with herself right in front of you.
“Fine,” she huffed. “I know what will convince you to stay.”
And by the time you registered her words, she was undoing your belt and sliding your jeans down your thighs. “Woah! Amber! Amber, stop.” Your words were fruitless as she yanked down the hem of your boxers and freed your cock.
And like every time in the past, whenever the two of you fought and she used this against you, there was a twinkle in her eye. Her lips curled into a grin as she lifted your cock and dragged her tongue along the bottom. Keeping your gaze until her lips wrapped around your tip, hollowing her cheeks with her tongue gently flicking over your slit.
No matter how hard and how much you tried to tug free from the zip ties around your wrist, you couldn’t break free. “Amber, please stop,” you groaned. “Stop, Amber.”
All she did in response was take you deeper. Her eyes stinging with tears as she took more and more of you until her lips were flushed with your pelvis. Her throat bulged out from the position, holding it for as long as she could. Hearing your groans and pitiful attempts to break free from the zip ties.
Coming up with a gasp, Amber grinned widely. Stroking your cock quickly as she used her other to break the string of spit connecting from her lips to your tip, grasping your cock and stroking you with both. The cool leather gloves around your warm and wet cock felt like heaven had come down from the clouds and pressed a kiss to your skin. Goosebumps rising in their call with your mind becoming a foggy and jumbled mess. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it, baby,” she panted. “Just promise you’ll stay.”
You swallowed the cement in your throat, clamping your eyes shut. Holding back a moan from her warm tongue twirling around your head. Teasing you, tempting you into giving her what she wanted. But you wouldn’t and shouldn’t.
Seeing the fight you were putting up, Amber stepped away and ripped off the Ghostface cloak. Revealing her naked body that pressed against yours within seconds. Straddling your waist with those same leather gloves wrapping around your cock, the tip pressing to her tight cunt. “How long has it been since we fucked, Y/n?” Amber inquired, teasing herself. “A few days? A week? A month? No, it’s been three months, hasn’t it? Wanna find out how tight I am?”
The visceral ecstasy that shot through your body when she slid down on your cock was alarming. Her walls quiver and clamp down around you in a vice. Sending waves of heat throughout your bloodstream with your heart thumping against your chest like a drum. Unable to contain the moan that was in tandem with Amber’s, her forehead resting against yours. Lips curled in an open-lipped smile.
She didn’t move. She just sat there and allowed her body to become accustomed to the feeling of you inside her. Although it’d been a while since the two of you had sex, and she wished it’d be under better circumstances, she knew her body was always made for you. Every inch of her was crafted and sculpted just for you to enjoy. And every inch of you was made for her. Your mocha-toned skin was tasteful on her lips. Each curve of each muscle. Your nose was perfect when she got to ride your face. You both were made for one another.
When she did move, a visible quiver of your body could be seen. Her hips rocked back and forth in a slow and methodical manner that drove any sense from your mind. Grunting as you pressed a harsh kiss to her lips. It is reciprocated within a millisecond. You swallowed Amber’s moan, doing your best to buck your hips up and take her by surprise. This was noticed by the girl, who couldn’t remove the smirk from her lips. Taking your bottom lip between her teeth and finally igniting that old and discarded fire in your chest.
Shaky breaths fell from your lips, surging forward and kissing up and down the girl’s neck. Tasting the faint salty taste of sweat on her skin. Nibbling at her pulse point, cock twitching at the sweet little sounds that escaped Amber. “Oh, fuck yes.” Amber rolled her head back, both her hands resting behind her on your knees as she bounced on your cock.
You showed very little in the hunger clawing at your stomach. Kissing and sucking anywhere you could get to. Feeling that burning gaze from Amber that was flooded with obsession. Although you would not meet her gaze, that feeling was mutual. It felt like how everything was supposed to be. How you two just loved one another. Had sex like a pair of rabbits in heat. Didn’t fight over the stupid shit. And sure as hell weren’t willing to kidnap the other because of the person wanting to leave. It made you wonder when everything exactly went wrong.
That oddly satisfying feeling of bubbles in the pit of your stomach appeared. Inhaling sharply as Amber rode you with a higher intensity. The sound of skin slapping grows louder with your guys’ moans reaching a higher tick in volume. Everything was building and Amber could feel it all as well. The knot in her stomach tightened to the breaking point before it finally snapped.
She gasped, hands finding the back of your head, pulling you close with a moan as her hips rutted against yours. You groaned, hissing at the feeling of her walls tightening around you. But the ropes of cum shot inside her, only expanding the pleasure in the release. Her body quivered with her eyes rolled back in her head. Exhaling sharply with her fingers gently pulling on your dreads.
When the high had fallen, and Amber was left panting against you, the regret set in. The disgust you felt in yourself surged through your heart. Pursing your lips with tears brimming in your eyes. You felt dirty. You felt used. You felt horrible. Only wanting to know why things couldn’t just go back to the way they were Because you knew that the first moment you could if your life was on the line, you would do anything to get out of this shit hole of a town even if that meant hurting or killing Amber.
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three weeks down, 12 to go… i said yes to a new student which i’m kind of having second thoughts about but well too late now. (they’re taking the hunter test, so going through january, which is nice since most of my others will be dropping off in december.) that brings me to 12 total, two of whom are twice a week, and also meant that this was another 7-day tutoring week (at a little over 35 total hours of work), lol. the good news is that the content development race is over, with all sets for this leg of the project having been claimed, and while i have a few to do i no longer feel the pressure of “if i do these too slowly i’ll miss out on more hours.” which is already a huge psychic lift! i am not fully prepped for tomorrow’s sessions but i am tbh not worried about it for various reasons, including that tomorrow i will work on some answer keys while watching the indistry finale and it will be nice and chill.
MOST excitingly in work news, i found an app that combined with my new love affair with the apple pencil will i think allow me to compose my work to do lists as i dreamed… thrilled beyond the telling of it tbh. we’re so back.
my room is still very messy but i did a bunch of dishes today. i have not done many of my little habits but i hit five workouts & 70k steps. i think i am going to do as a redditor suggested and treat this 10 week workout program as two 5 week ones with a break in the middle to keep working out but take it easier for a week or so, which means i’m more than halfway done with the first “leg” and also gives me a place to do my covid vax (i don’t… love… that covid vax season coincides with my busy season lol). i have not given a lot of conscious time for fun or rest this week but i kept it moving on a busy donation day for free store & i had a really good zoom talk with my friend i have a standing zoom date with & tonight i got to see faith/void fuck it the hell up on the lower east side with several fond familiar faces in attendance. i also did finish the patrick radden keefe book about human smuggling in chinatown although it came so down to the wire i wound up screenshotting the last 20 pages to finish after libby took it back. today i looked at the silly magicians fic i started right as things were kicking into full gear and found that i still liked the little of it that hours recently spent content developing. in the next twelve weeks there WILL be times when i wonder why i am doing this to myself but i’ve been at this long enough to know now that the answer is that this stretch is what makes possible things elsewhen in the year like sending a few emails and fucking off because i have cramps or i have plans or i’m very busy reading an entire middle grade fantasy series in a single month, plus ofc all of the sleeping in. my goal so far has been to get through it without feeling crazy and so far i feel pretty sane!
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HIS LETTER TO YOU ON THE ROAD
>SUPERSTARS MASTERLIST
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DEAN AMBROSE/JON MOXLEY
-Dear sweetheart,
-I want to start this off with expressing my appreciation for how much you've supported me throughout my career and its increasingly crazy schedule. Thank you for showing how to be and give unconditional love. You're my special person, and that will never change.
-I'm not great with technology, but I'll do my best to text and call you everyday. I will master this technology stuff for you one day! Time passes by quicker than we realize, I hope this is the case for this work trip. I love you sweetheart, take care of yourself for me.
P.S. I love you, as if I didn't say that enough in this letter ha ha. I'll see you very soon my sweet.
-ᡣ𐭩
ROMAN REIGNS
-Dear babygirl/babyboy,
-Though the distance between us grows as I'm on an airplane that is taking me across the country, right now the only thing on my mind seems to be the special moments we've shared over the last couple of years. I know we will only strengthen our relationship as time goes on, and that our love will only grow as well.
-I ask that you think about our loving moments together instead of thinking about the distance currently between us, like I am at this time. I love you, take care my dear.
-P.S. I'll call you when I get settled into my hotel room later tonight, and again I love you so much.
-<3
SETH ROLLINS
-Dear honey,
-Though this time apart may seem unpleasant at this time, know that it'll all be over sooner than we know it. I love you more than you'll ever know and this love that I have for you grows everyday. I want to thank you for being my rock and my strength in this hectic lifestyle I have.
-I'm deeply honored to call someone as special as yourself as my partner. Let's continue being strong and loving one another until the end of time. Our daily phone calls and video messages will definitely keep me sane during this long trip. I love you so much honey.
-P.S. I can't wait to have you back into my arms after this long trip, I'm always thinking of you my hun. I love you.
-XOXO
RANDY ORTON
-Dear Angel,
-I really wish I wasn't so far from you right now, it's only been one day and I am getting withdrawals ha ha. Just wanted to let you know that I'm thinking of you and I miss you dearly my angel.
-I know you must be feeling lonely, especially since I'm working across the world right now. But I'm here to tell you that I love you and to not miss me too much. I will be facetiming you everyday, so don't worry about forgetting this handsome man. I love you so much.
-P.S. Promise I'll give you updates on what I'm doing everyday, don't have too much fun without me! I love you.
-XO
FINN BALOR
-Dear love,
-For the past couple of weeks that I've known about my long work trip, where I'll away from you for a few months, I can't help but think about the downsides of this career. I love you so much to depart from your side, but it seems like I have no choice but to work overseas.
-I hope that you'll be able to understand how much this pains me. However I do not want you to be upset during this time, think about all the things we'll do together once I get back.
-P.S. Don't worry we will watch our favorite show together through facetime! I love you so much! Take care.
-ᥫ᭡
NEVILLE/PAC
-Dear sweet pea,
-I know it's not easy being away from one another when we're used to spending everyday together. I know you find it just as difficult as I am being so in love, yet so far away. I can't wait to see again when I get home from this long work trip.
-In the meantime I hope this letter finds you well, I will be writing you more of these as my trip progresses.
-P.S. I love you so much more than you know, don't forget to call me when tonight
-XXXX
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the house on the hill - astarion ancunin
pairing: astarion ancunin rating: 18+ summary: It was late for you, you had been traveling all day and could barely keep yourself together. Every step felt like fifteen, all you wanted to find a place to rest. But the town you entered was dead, a ghost town of sorts. You had no choice but to stay there for the night, you didn’t want to risk yourself in the woods alone. tags: pwp, long fic, possessive behaviour, blood & bruises, biting, dark!astarion, smut, petplay, pet names, fingering, doggy style, unhealthy dynamics, astarion is not sane in this one, 4.2k
a/n: i am a sucker for vampires.
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It was late for you, you had been traveling all day and could barely keep yourself together. Every step felt like fifteen, all you wanted to find a place to rest. But the town you entered was dead, a ghost town of sorts. You had no choice but to stay there for the night, you didn’t want to risk yourself in the woods alone.
You camped out inside one of the few houses that made up the town once the sun went down. But you noticed when you peeked out the window that there was someone in the house up on top of the hill. You could see a single candlelight by the front window of what appeared to be the largest house.
You pulled together all your bravery and headed towards the house. Maybe the person inside could give details as to where the next populated town was for your travels in the morning. The trek was short and before you knew it you were knocking on the front door to the large manor.
You heard a crow call in the distance and it made a chill run up your spine. You knocked again and kept your shoulders hunched for fear of what was outside. The door opened and it revealed a man. He had pointed ears like a high elf, red eyes, he stood over six feet tall and his voice rattled in your head.
“Hello, little one.” He said, “Are you lost?”
“Hi.” You replied, “I need to find my way to the next town, but I am staying in one of the abandoned houses tonight.”
He titled his head to the side, “I see. Well, why don’t you stay with me? Abandoned houses offer little protection.”
“Are you implying I can’t take care of myself?” You asked, mildly offended.
“No, no.” He replied, “I am saying that there are entities that are much stronger than even the best. But I know this area well and I can protect you, if only for a night. Please, come in.”
You found out the man’s name was Astarion. He placed you in one of the many rooms of the manor. He told you to feel free to explore until you got tired enough to rest. His home was yours for the night. You were grateful, since starting your journey you had met many cruel people. So the man was a nice change of pace.
He was charismatic, charming even. He smiled as he showed you around. He gave you compliments and kept his hand on your lower back as he showed you all the rooms within the house. it had been very long since someone touched you outside of battle, so the man’s touch was a delight.
“And this is the library.” He said, “My books are yours while you are staying with me.”
“Thank you, sir.” You smiled at him before you stepped inside. Astarion followed close behind like a shadow, he watched you carefully as you reached for one of the books. He stepped in and grabbed it for you. You took the book from him carefully, “Thank you.”
“It is no problem, I am happy to make you feel like you are at home.”
He even provided you with food, he sat with you at the large dining table as you ate. He admired you, he complimented your eyes and said the color reminded him of the beauty of the forest. Not so much in shade color, but the thrill he got when he saw mist over the forest after a heavy rainstorm.
As you finished your meal, you asked, “Do you get lonely, sir?”
The corner of his mouth turned, “At times yes, I often dream about having a wife to share this home with. I’ve been here by myself for far too long.” Those red eyes gazed at you, “Do you have someone waiting for you at home?”
You shook your head, “No, sir. It is just me.”
He smiled more, “I guess we are kindred spirits then. You’ve lifted my mood greatly, I am glad you found my home.” Then got up to serve you another helping of dinner.
You stayed in his company until you grew tired from your travels. You were grateful to find a bed to sleep in and you thanked Astarion again for his hospitality. He told you to have sweet dreams. The bed was comfortable, more comfortable than the beds in the inns you stayed at. You felt yourself sink into the bed, the tension left your body. You sighed constantly as you fell into a deep sleep.
The sleep remained undisturbed, until you felt movement in the room. You rolled to your side and you suddenly woke up, You felt the pressure of fangs in your neck. You tried to move away but whoever was feeding from you had you in a tight hold.
You tried to scream but no noise came out. You whimpered and grasped onto the covers underneath you. You were only able to relax when the attacker slowed their feeding.
“That is perfect, my pet. Let me feed from you, you’ll make a fine pet for me.” You head Astarion’s voice. He placed his hand on your hip and rubbed it as he slowed his feeding, “I’ve made it so you’ll yearn for the closeness of feeding. But no other means will satisfy you. You were right, I was looking for a bride, and I found her right on my doorstep.”
You groaned, “Please, no.”
He chuckled as he turned you to look at him, “No, what? You have a chance to be in a lovely home with a husband, or you can be killed in the forests north of here by some beast.” He rubbed his hand on your arms, “Don’t cry, I didn’t turn you into a vampire. No, no, little pet. I simply made you a pet.” He brushed the hair out of your face.
You tried to fight his grasp, but he had taken so much that you were weak. You couldn’t fight him off as he kissed you on the lips. His hands grabbed your breasts and he passionately made out with you. You whimpered into the kiss, and eventually melted into it.
But the kiss soon ended and very quickly Astarion was gone from the room. Which left you alone with blood oozing from your neck in a weakened state. All you could do was close your eyes and melt once more into the bed.
“Ugh.” You said as you woke up, Your head was pounding as you cracked open your eyes to see the light streaming in. You had better movements of your body as you got out of bed. You yawned to yourself in your haze as you tried to find the vampire who bit you last night.
You felt pain in your neck as you moved about the manor.
“There you are.” You heard behind you, it was him.
“Astarion.” You said.
“Yes, my pet. Come here.” He said in that low tone.
Even though he wanted to run away, his body moved on its own as he went over to the man and was embraced by him. He petted your hair and kissed the top of your head. You felt drawn to him, you had questions.
“What am I?”
“A pet.” He said, almost gleeful, he continued to pet your hair, “You’ll find more comfort here than out in the woods. This place is safe and you'll be safe.”
“But my journey.”
He smiled down at you, “Pets need not to worry. I will take good care of you and that adventure will mean nothing in due time. I knew the moment you came through my door that I needed to protect you, little one. You’re far too delicate to be thrown to monsters.”
You held onto him, after he finished speaking you looked up to him. There was a pull in your chest to be closer to him. To be as close as possible to the feeling of him, as if you’d have a panic attack if you were too far away. It was scary, but thrilling.
It was as if this man had a piece of your heart and you yearned to be reconnected with it. As you stared up into those red eyes, he closed them and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss left stars behind your eyes as you held onto him tighter.
You knew you should’ve been more upset, even fought the man. But when he was near, all the fight in you was gone. Your head felt full of cotton with a deep drive to serve him. Maybe you were the perfect pet.
“I knew you were perfect.” He said softly.
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Your time in the manor was nice. You couldn’t really define it otherwise. Maybe having meals every day, a bath, and books to read was not terrible. It was much more cushioned than the life you tried to lead as an adventurer. The only drawback were the bites on your body.
Astarion had made a mess of your neck, littered in bruises and bites. While he enjoyed human food, he feasted on the blood of his pet. He fed you well to keep you full of blood, he made sure that you were taken care of.
But what started out as simple feeding, slowly grew into a sexual endeavor. Astarion loved when his pets were under him, his cock inside of them as he sucked their blood. He got a high from the power of it all, to know that a weak little human was under his control.
“My pet.” He groaned as he reached over and touched your hair. You looked over and he carefully touched your face, “So beautiful. I told you this was a life worth having. You are gorgeous with my marks on your body, a sign of a well loved pet.”
You nodded and leaned over to him. Eventually he guided you into his lap. He held your thigh and rubbed it as he kissed your face.
“Yes, sir?” You asked as you sat there as delicately as you could.
He smiled and kissed the sore spot of your neck, “By my side for the rest of your days, that's unless you want my bite.” His fangs then grazed the bruises, “Never have to worry about a thing again. Just a docile little puppy.” He squeezed your ass and chuckled, “Such a sight.”
“Astarion.” You whimpered.
He laughed, “Maybe not now though, it seems we have other things to attend to. Your sweet voice has captivated me. That sounds you make when I press on bruises or drink your sweet blood.”
He started to kiss you, it was almost sweet if not given for the force that he was doing it. You moaned loudly when his lips found your wrist, where he took a healthy drink of your blood.
The rush excited you, although it made you light headed as well. You held onto him with one hand while the other was in his grasp. More bruises to the collection you supposed.
“Good girl.” He smiled devilishly. Was he your owner? Your lover? The person you were bound to for eternity? There were many questions about Astarion, but he had put into your head that you needed him to feed on you.
You felt your heart race and your breathing become heavier. You held onto him like your life depended on it. You could feel heat in your cheeks as he finished his meal.
When pulled away, he looked almost feral. As if he were a man starved for days and finally feasted. You sometimes wondered who was more addicted, you or him.
His soft lips were covered in your blood as he went to kiss the puncture wounds. Then he let you lay against him. He pulled up your shirt and got past your underwear.
You didn't wear much nowadays, usually his clothes and some skimpy undergarments. Something he could tear off of you if so need be. His longer fingers touched your clit gently.
He kept you close to him as he played with you. He could hear your heartbeat against your shoulder as he felt your body move against his. It was quite a sight to behold.
He could never imagine you with another man, the sight disgusted him. Even if you met in an unconventional way, he still cared for you. He still wants you to know that he loved his little pet.
You whimpered and moaned the more he pleasured you. He smiled against your sore neck and worked his fingers against your sex. The heat in the room felt undeniable. In a life full of sex and blood it still excited you every time he played with you.
You were his simple pet and you were thankful for all he had for you. You arched your back when he inserted a finger into you. You whimpered and he kissed the back of your neck.
“Relax my love, I know you love the feeling.”
“Please.”
“Good girl, I will make you finish. A good owner always keeps his pet well taken care of.” The sultriness of his voice aroused you further.
Soon the room was filled with sounds of him pleasuring you as well as your reaction to it. In the lowlights of the home you shared. It had been such a short time but you were falling into the depths of pleasure and soon you'd have no way of getting out.
You moaned loudly and held onto his arms for support as you kept your legs open for him. He praised you on how well you were behaving for him. Letting him get his fix in two different ways.
There wasn't much you knew about vampires, but you know this one had a fetish for making his partner squirm. He also had various other fetishes that he loved to indulge in with you. And you, always the happy pet, complied and let him do what he seemed fit.
Afterall, you had to trust him.
The two of you made out once more, kissing passionately as he continued to finger you. He groaned into the kiss as his erection poked at your back. You moaned into the kiss in return.
You felt close to climax, you knew that would leave you with a blank mind. It was often euphoric, higher than any drug you could ever take. It reached a peak that sent you to dizzying heights.
“Please, sir.” You gasped into the kiss.
He kissed you once more as he put another finger inside of you. It wasn't long before you gasped loudly into the kiss and climaxed around his fingers. The tightness of your cunt around his digits excited him as well.
You really were the perfect pet.
As you laid against him in a slumped state. He started to undress you, soon after he placed you on the floor with your hips in the air and your face against the hardwood. He admired the shape of your ass as he took off his clothes as well.
He could hear you panting, attempting to come back to reality. But he knew the depths of pleasure were pulling you in. You were like clay in his hands, you allowed him to shape you in his desired form.
But he'd care for you until the sun melted or the moon exploded. Just a little more convincing and you'd be his eternal bride. The thought made his cock twitch as he stared down at you.
His size was impressive. He knew you had spent afternoons sucking on it while he read until he finished all over your face and breasts. You were familiar with every inch of it just as you were familiar with your own body.
“Good girl. You always have your legs open for me. I find it quite endearing. To know that the pet I found off the street has taken a liking to the hedonism of my manor.” He ran a finger down your slit.
You used your hands as cushioning as you kept your hips up for his use. You felt him grab your ass cheek and leave an almost bruising mark. You whimpered to yourself before you hissed as he slapped across your cheeks.
“And what do we say?”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Good pet.” He said with almost affection in his tone.
He touched your cunt so more carefully. He could hear your soft moans, it was almost endearing. To hear your sweet symphony as he played with you. He was enthralled by you, he thought you were given to him as a gift from whatever deity there was.
He knew most men wouldn't have captured their lover and made them addicted to the act of drawing blood, but Astarion was unlike most men. He knew that he had to protect you, the world was much scarier than you realized.
But over two hundred years on this earth had taught him to not let a good thing go. So here you were in his home, where he'd protect you. His pet, his lover, his everything. A bruised beauty under him as they about to fuck like animals.
The thought made him run his tongue across his teeth in excitement. There would never be a woman like you ever again. His thumb grazed your clit and the noise that exited your lips made him smile more.
Beautiful.
That was all he thought before he rubbed your sore body, he pressed on the bruises on your neck and you whined. He did have a dark streak though, to see his pet in mild pain. Not enough to cause any crying, but something that made you squirm.
He toyed with you a bit longer before he grew bored. His cock was painfully hard and he needed to release some of the pleasure. He could feel the heat in your body.
“Beautiful, girl.” He said as he aligned his cock with your entrance and with one hard thrust pushed it all the way in. You tightened and he groaned, “Fantastic.”
You gripped onto the floor, or rather attempted to as he started to move his hips back and forth against you.
“Sir.”
“Good girl.” He said, “You are so perfect for me. I fit just like a glove.” He grinned as he leaned over you, hands on your hips as he moved back and forth. He knew the sex would cause you a little bruising. He understood the bruises as a sign of his love for you, his dedication to his one and only pet.
While the lines between romance and pain were blurred, Astarion would always make sure that his pet was a priority.
He thrusted harder against you, encouraged by your moans as you sank deeper into pleasure once more. The manor was empty except for the two of you and under the low light of candles you fucked like it was the last time you could ever do it.
“I will never meet a woman like you again, pet.” He purred, “Not one with such rich blood and a tight cunt.” His words left a shiver through your body. He watched your body move to keep up with his brutal pace.
You really were a sight to behold. He pressed his chest up against your back and started to fondle your breasts. He pinched your nipples which caused you to gasp loudly. Your pussy tightened around him and he did it again to the same effect.
He growled in your ear, “Such a good fuck. Who do you belong to?”
You whimpered, “You, sir. I belong to Astarion.”
He smiled against your lobe, “Good girl, I love how you say my name. Even when you’re not fully with me. But that doesn’t matter. I'll still pleasure you until you cannot form coherent words.” His tongue then glided across the bruises.
Your bodies moved together like animals in heat on the floor of the manor. You humped against one another like your life depended on it.It was accompanied by your sounds, the groans and gasps. The half form sentences you tried to say.
You were lost in a blaze of sex and felt like you weren’t in your own head. Astarion found it endearing, a sweet little adventurer now partaking in a life of rough sex. It almost made him smile.
“Beautiful, pet.” He praised you.
You whimpered in response, your head felt full of cotton and you couldn’t focus on all the sensations on your body. You arched your back and let out a loud groan as his cock brushed past a particular sensitive spot.
“Yes, that’s it. So perfect for me.” He remarked softly, you could feel the emotion in his voice.
You tried to find leverage on the floor but failed to do so, you moaned into the wood as he continued to thrust. You felt the heat in your cheeks and the tight grip of pleasure.
“You’ve surpassed my expectations, by now most would’ve begged for mercy. But not you.” He kissed your neck as he gripped your hips tighter, “I love mortals when they bruise, I like to know that I’m the one doing the bruising.” He snickered against your neck.
“Sir, please.” You whimpered.
“I know, I know.” He said, “You want it. You want me so badly it pains you. You enjoy the bruises and the sex, you were not meant to be an adventurer, you were meant to find comfort in my bed.”
If you had half a brain left you would've denied it. But he was starting to sound right, you sucked at being a fighter. You were more meant to find comfort in soft beds. More of a lap dog than a wolf.
You arched your back and buried your face in your hands, your face stung from the heat that had risen to your cheeks.You moaned into your hands as you felt the pleasure crash into you like rough waves. An Astarion thought you were the most precious thing on the planet. A beauty he could not deny, to mark and to keep.
“Astarion.” You whimpered.
“Good girl.” He said quietly, “All for me.” He started to lose himself to the pleasure.
All sense of time melted away as he moved his hips. You were on the brink of orgasm. You felt the pressure in your gut, a twist at the idea of him giving you absolute pleasure. You moaned into the floor as he kept your hips up. He thrusted deep into you as you groaned.
You felt bruised all over, as was the life of a pet. You were a vampire’s most valuable treasure. The more you spent with him, the more you accepted this as your life. You found joy in the comforts of the manor as well as the comforts in his bed.
You’d give him everything without hesitation.
It made immortality seem more endearing. A century or more with him.
With a few more thrusts of his hips, you climaxed. You practically screamed into your hands as you found release. But that didn’t break his pace. He crowded your space more and thrusted as deep as he could inside of you. You clawed at the floor like an animal but your tongue could produce no words.
If you were wearing a collar, you’d seem less like a pet than you were in the state that you were in.
He grunted and growled as he thrusted up into you. He watched the back of your head as he felt close to his own climax. He sang your praises as he came so close to his own orgasm. For a brief moment, he wondered if it was possible to breed a human.
The thought made him grin and sent him over the edge. He gave one last slam of his hips and finished inside of you. Further marking you as his. He let go of your hips and rested on his heels, his cock soft between his legs.
Your hips dropped and you laid limp on the floor.
He wiped the sweat off his brow, he softly smiled, “Come here, pet. Let me get you cleaned up, you’ve done such a good job for me.” He then took you in his arms and kissed your face. He could feel your racing heartbeat, maybe he was a little too rough on his precious pet. He held you close to him as he started to get up. But you were in no position to walk, so he carried you.
These were the moments outside the blood and sex, where Astarion tended to you. Cleaned the blood off your neck with a rag and drew you a bath. He brushed your face with the side of his finger and gazed into your eyes.
“A perfect pet.” He said softly as he carried you towards the washroom.
You were inclined to agree as you kept nodding off. The lack of pleasure left you tired as the blood loss set in. But you trusted Astarion with your life.
You always would.
xoxo,
bunny
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Crossing the Line | Part 12
Using the word ‘Conflicted’ for what Eddie was currently feeling was… an understatement. On the one hand, good lord he’d almost came in his jeans from just a tongue down his throat, a very very talented tongue belonging to a very very attractive man. On the other, that man had basically just pretended to like his music to get into his pants.
Eddie had never had that happen before. He didn’t know whether to be flattered or insulted.
He did, however, know that he was ignoring the DM on Insta from that very same attractive man, the message full of blushy emojis and how he’d ‘forgotten’ to leave his number, dropping the digits right there in plain view.
He had Steve Harrington’s personal phone number. Holy shit.
He was ignoring it. Left it on read. Didn’t know what to do with it. If push came to shove and he made a decision in Steve’s favour then he’d just claim he was busy with the band at the shitty diner after the show. He stuffed a handful of lukewarm fries in his mouth, ketchup smearing the corners of his lips. If he decided against Steve then… he’d block him and forget all about him, and hope he wouldn’t show up at the coffee shop.
“I mean, if they were earplugs, then they were pretty shit earplugs, Eds” Gareth was the only one supplying a sound argument, he had ulterior motives though, he had bias to stick up for Steve! He was aiming to get the hell out of retail, and it showed.
“What?” Frank cut in with that expression on his face that blatantly said are you hearing this shit?
“I mean, he answered us all pretty easily, he had a full conversation with us! Didn’t even seem like he was struggling to hear us. Earplugs would have made it difficult to hear, right? Maybe they were something else!” All very valid points. Or… a very valid singular point.
“No he didn’t, dude, he vaguely responded to Jeff’s babbling, that he definitely could have vaguely heard through the earplugs, then left. I dunno about you but sometimes, I can definitely hear around earplugs, they’re probably just the cheap ones you get at the airport or something.”
“Dude what is your deal?”
“What’s my deal? Why are you so pro Steve Harrington?”
“He’s sick of Paul.” Jeff supplied helpfully around the straw of his chocolate milkshake.
“It’s Ralph, Paul quit last month remember?”
“Whaaatt Paul quit? Man what about him and Rhonda?"
“That’s why he quit! She got a promotion, and they couldn’t work toge—what am I even, this isn’t about Paul and Rhonda!”
“Shut up!!” Eddie’s outburst silenced the others, and also gained the attention of the drunk teens across the diner, they didn’t move though, stared for a second, before going back to their terrible ‘night out’ food. “What should I do?” He couldn’t make a decision on his own. There were too many what ifs, too many how dare he’s, too many thoughts and they were all so very loud. His friends talking over each other really wasn’t helping. “Should I… confront him? Should I just ask him about it, should I ignore him completely and hope he just goes away?”
“I think, you should talk to him.” Eddie looked up, the returning figure of the angel of Corroded Coffin, his original best friend, honorary band member. Chrissy. The girl carrying two shakes, followed closely by Nancy. “Listen, ignoring Gareth’s need to get away from retail, sorry Gare”
“It’s cool, I’ve accepted my fate.”
“Ignoring Jeff’s blatant hero worship.”
“He’s known worldwide, he did modelling in Japan, Chris! He’s a massive star!”
“And ignoring Frank’s scepticism.”
“The only sane person here you mean. Nobody recognised him tonight, Jeff, worldwide my ass.”
“Ignoring, them.” Chrissy sighed, placing hers and Nancy’s shakes down before climbing into the booth beside Eddie, Nancy following suit forcing him up against the wall. “I think you should give him a chance. He’s come all this way, he paid for tickets to see you even though he obviously didn’t have to. Did you talk to him while the others were out of the room?”
“Mhm”
“And did he talk back without any issue?”
“…Yeah.”
“Okay, so, these earplugs might not even be earplugs. There’s plenty of things that they could be! Hell, he could have issues with his eardrums for all we know! That’s pretty common in the music industry” loud instruments, huge speakers around you, he could have just been born with it for all they knew “—and there’s earplug looking things that help with eardrum issues, they could even be those sneaky 'invisible' hearing aids! You should talk to him, it’s the only way you’re gonna know for sure.”
“You just wanna flirt with his friend some more.”
“Frank I swear to god.”
“She’s right” Nancy sighed “try conjuring an ulterior motive for me you little shit.” Nancy levelled Frank with a sharp glare, he wisely chose to stay silent. She looked back to Eddie with a small smile “He spoke with me too, even over the music near the bar so I don’t think they were earplugs either. And you like him, right?”
“…I really do.” He hadn’t at first, he’d made assumptions, he’d jumped to conclusions, he’d let his music snobbery get the best of him, but then he did his research. Then he looked the guy up, his accomplishments, his skills, his general personality that shined like sunlight around the right people, he took what’d happened at the coffee shop into consideration, and then the kiss… his lips still tingled, his neck still tingled! His body still craved what’d been abruptly cut short. “He’s… he’s really nice, Nance…”
“Yeah, he seems really nice, and if he’s not? I have a revolver in my glove box.” Eddie let out a soft breath of a laugh, which lit Nancy’s face up as if she’d taken that as a personal victory. “Reply to the text, or DM, or whatever he’s sent you, I saw you looking at it on the way over here. Set something up and ask him when you get there, you’ll only regret it if you don’t.”
“…We’re supposed to be having dinner tomorrow night where he’s staying, just me and him.” And he was… so nervous didn’t seem quite the right word for how nervous he actually was. What would happen if he went? That kiss had turned filthy so quickly and he’d wanted it. He’d wanted it so badly, would tomorrow be the night? Should he prepare or—
“Great! Set up a time and find out the address.” Nancy didn’t even give him time to step onto the spiral. “It’ll be okay, we’re a call away if something goes wrong, or if he turns out to be an asshole, alright?”
“…Alright. Now let me dip my fries in your shake.”
“Ew, no!”
Part 14
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ugh. andrew’s opening his mouth to speak his mind, now would be a good time to avert your gaze and completey tune him out.
my feed today has been a TOTAL FUCKING CESSPOOL of mpreg, forcefem, and sister fetish content. when i left my cozy corner of the world to upload my liquified thoughts for internet goers to poison their mindscapes with, i never thought id be fed this recycled slop called content every second post i scroll to.
i know it might not seem like it, but i’m a very real person. i live a very real life, i plot my next meal, i drink my coffee, i scratch my itches, i melt my brain watching tv, and jesus i SHIT better content than you mouth breathers can write!
it’s utter whiplash going from a post about glorifying substance abuse to people wanting me to be a woman. people THEORIZING that i’m stuck in the closet and that, oh, poor andrew would feel so much better being a big sister than he EVER WOULD a brother.
even as a fictive (let’s use this term loosely) i’m not fictional.
… ugh. but, let’s not get it twisted, i’m not pulling that bullshit where i say “aw jeez this is horrible i’m uncomfortable everyone’s gotta stop right now” because let’s face it, what a fucking buzzkill move.
however…
could you imagine what it feels like?
the normal and sane thing to do, would be to shut the hell up and ignore the things that don’t tickle my fancy. but i get frustrated, i get uncomfortable, and as poor of an excuse for a human being as i am- that’s exactly what i am. just a fucking human.
ugh. its not that deep. i’m just thinking tonight. and it’s exactly the reason i should distance myself from the “fandom” and consume the things i enjoy. (cue the tags. can you do anything right, andrew?)
there’s not much takeaway from my unrefined ramblings, so.. to circle back- as whitman once wrote;
“I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable”
i think i just need to shut the hell up and start minding my own business. the complexities of the human mind are too much for one brain to comprehend during such a short lifespan. everyone is a walking taboo whether they mean to be or not, everyone is just as strange and multifaceted as the next.
what i may crave the most, is the validity of being seen. being recognized as my own person. the illusion of freedom as grandiose as it sounds, for someone to sonder my existence amidst the armageddon we breathe and just
fuck. i’m losing my train of thought, now.
this pretentious poet picks and prods a praise deprived populace for a place amongst their people.
that’s all, i think. my goodnight coffee is kicking in and i need my rest if i wanna spend my day walking around town doing jack all.
i’ll burden my blog again later. seeya
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𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄.
Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 1k Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, drugs...usual sons of anarchy malarchy - you know the drill
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The night wasn’t supposed to go like this. Sure, you’d seen some stuff throughout your job working with Skeeter, and therefore the Sons, but this … this really took the cake.
“How the fuck am I meant to burn all this within the next two hours?” You snapped, looking at the blond-haired Prince of Charming.
See, most people wouldn’t get away with talking to him like that. Especially after the death of his wife, but what he was asking for was delusion at best.
Jax considered lighting up a cigarette, one of the only things keeping him sane these past few weeks. But his consideration for you was bigger than you knew.
“I know it’s asking a lot-“
You cut him off with a sigh. And then the door jingled, and you knew you were about to be surrounded by Sons.
“How’s it goin’ in ‘ere?” The well-known accent still sent shivers down your spine. Chibs Telford could always make you blush, even if you didn’t feel as attracted to him as … someone else.
“It’s going absolutely fine,” you grunted, moving to get the phone to call Skeeter. In any other circumstance a person reaching for a phone would set the Sons off, but not with you. Not now, anyhow.
The first time you interacted with the group of bikers on your own, you had about four different guns aimed at you. But for some reason… for some ungodly reasons, you just. Weren’t. Scared. Not then, and not now.
“Zo doesn’t think she can do it all tonight,” Jax replied to the Scotsman, his arms folding in front of him.
“Oh- I did not say that.” He had dangled the bait and you jumped straight for it.
“We’ll double yer usual price lass,” Chibs interjected, knowing the argument that was about to ensue.
Your eyes flicked to Jax and you scowled, “you could’ve started with that.” Pushing the end of call button, you shoved the phone into your back pocket and shook your head.
“I was getting to it…” he replied, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.
Nose flaring you said, “bring it around back.”
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You had gotten used to the stench of the crematorium. Probably not a good thing, but hey, with the pay being as good as this, you really couldn’t complain. Funnily enough, working with the Sons – you thought they’d be horrible. But they had always treated you well (once they trusted you).
Many others couldn’t say the same, but you knew you were always safe when they were around. The men each looked out for you in their own ways. Chibs brought food with him whenever you’d get a call at three in the morning to come to the crematorium.
Tig’s offering being some sort of drug; Xanax, weed, oxy. He asked if you wanted a dog once.
Happy was usually the one to stay later than the rest, to make sure you locked the place up and got to your car. He’s actually brought you some of his mother’s homemade meals.
Jax was different though. Always the first there and the first to leave, like being near you was difficult. Especially after Tara’s death. You had no idea but you reminded him of her in many ways. Headstrong. Stubborn. And your hair colour was very similar. It was a punch in the gut to see you. And it wasn’t just because of that. Even when he was married his thoughts drifted to you. It was wrong, he knew that. And that’s why now he felt even more guilty.
Out in the cold night air, the Scotsman gave you the fat envelope. The carpark was deserted, save for the motorcycles and your own car. That was another thing you had gotten used to, the eeriness of it all. Getting in your car and driving down here in the early hours of the morning. What some would call the witching hours.
You didn’t believe in the supernatural. Because if you did, then every noise, every moved object and creaking door would give you a heart attack. Most days you worked alone here, Skeeter entrusting you to do his services. He popped in for a few hours every week, and he wasn’t that bad of a boss. Creepy? Yes, but not in a I’m-a-woman-you-make-me-feel-uncomfortable type of way. He just had an air of unearthliness about him.
Since being the go between with the Sons and Skeeter, you had earnt their trust indefinitely.
The Sons heaved the bodies onto stretchers and wheeled them in through the back door. The fire had begun to swell and swell, making everyone who came near start to sweat. When Tig and Chibs saw that every piece of evidence was inside, they jumped on their bikes and left. Not before giving you a swift kiss on the cheek.
Inside, you had on your gear and made sure every piece of … what needed to be incinerated, was. It never got old, watching those hungry flames take their next victim. Eat them up and beg for more. Like a tiger in a zoo, the fire took whatever it could and hissed at whatever came near.
You looked at the clock that hung above the doorway, 4:35am. Your eyes stung, and you blinked a few times but it barely helped. Even with your goggles on, the smoke crept outwards whenever you opened the door.
Registering the time, you realised they had arrived an hour and thirty-five minutes ago, and a small part of you wanted the time to go over two hours. Just so you could wave it in Jax’s face. Was that cruel? You thought, but you shook your head and turned to close the door on the last body.
Shucking off your gear, you turned off the lights and locked each room you walked past. You knew Happy would be waiting outside. Grabbing your bag, you walked out the back door and locked that too.
“And you said it was impossible…” Jax’s voice drawled, with a lit cigarette in his hand.
You jumped, not expecting the proximity of another human being. Usually, Happy just sat on his bike, or on the bench inside.
“Good thing I get paid either way,” you retorted, trying to gather yourself from the scare. But you saw the way Jax’s eyes lit up as he looked at you.
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Podcasts + crochet is the autumn activity of the year, and some more annotation in my copy of Richard II.
05|10|2023
Today was a really tiring and frustrating day, but I will try to focus on the positive. I am slowly learning how to have chill conversations with my classmates who I don't really know without feeling paralized by fear and anxiety. Compared to how I was feeling when I started to go back to in person classes last semester it's such a big win for me. Today I got to uni pretty early and I had a random conversation with another guy who was waiting, and I felt super chill about it, same thing during the pause mid-lecture I chatted with a couple of people sat near me and I felt pretty calm about it. I always feel like I have this anxiety in the back of my head but today I managed to keep it under control and it didn't effect me too much. So that's my win for today.
Cozy hobbit autumn activities and productivity:
Read first thing in the morning
Listened to a calm autumn playlist while I walked to my bus stop
Answered to so many texts
3 hour English lit lecture
Got fresh focaccia for lunch, and you can bet I'll be doing the same tomorrow (usually I made myself a sandwich or something in the morning, but for some reason I was struggling to eat those, and felt very unhappy about it, so I guess I will change things a bit more often and grab a piece of fresh focaccia while I go back to my bus stop from uni, today it definitely brought a lot of joy. It was so good and I was very happy about it and I didn't struggle to eat)
Daily Irish practice on duolingo
Listened to the daily re:dracula episode (this podcast is keeping me sane lately)
Enjoyed a tea with my mom (she picked me up from the bus stop so we could go get a tea and a sweet treat together)
Crocheted a bit
Tonight I'll be home alone so I plan on having a very relaxing evening
📖: The Book Of Lost Things by John Connolly
🎵:Into The Unknown covered by Thomas Sanders (tis autumn time which means tis otgw time)
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