#jewellery hanger

[positivelyghastly]

Primo Rosary

Finally finished all of my Papa rosaries! I’ll make a post with all 4 of them together once I go back and grab all the photos and take new photos of Copia’s now that I’ve added some stuff to it :)

[greenleafgoddess]

Jewelry Hanger

Cute addition to organise your jewelry. Sleek design, with shelf space on top.

Available on Amazon now

[areyouwho-ithinkyouare]

if my bank doesn’t contact me about abnormal payments from my account over the last two days i will be SHOCKED

[colourstreakgryffin]

hi! Please ignore this request if you don't want to do it/your request are closed.

Do you think you could do a part 2 to hells angel? Or at least like more bonding moments between the two Im in love with father alastor sm 😭🙏

It’s not closed! It’s open, wide open and yes, I’ll happily write more for Papa Alastor! I’ll happily continue the little saga of Papa Alastor and his little fawn! Kinda short but I hope that’s okay!

Alastor- Shopping Trip

“Is this one something you’d like, Princess?” Alastor asks gently, his voice both menacing because of the radio effect and soothing because of the genuine love pouring out uncontrollably, as he draws down an adorable puffy old-fashioned but colourful little dress, long sharp fingers snapped on the small silky shoulder straps slightly. A outfit just the right size for a young girl

Specifically, his little girl. Leitora, a unique deer-featured soul born from pure powerful demonic magic. The one now forming his own soul and heart, he is so glad birthing the little devil darling was successful

His precious baby daughter, a seven year old with matching little deer ears and crimson red gradient in her pretty long hair. She has been waiting a long time to be able to spend time with her father and now, Alastor has taken the whole day off from duties at the Hazbin Hotel, to spend it exploring a wild wondering sinner-filled shopping institution with his babygirl

“Yes, Père! I love it!” You immediately pipe out soft yet eccentric back, excited and hopping right in front of the Radio Demon as he quickly hooks this little clothing present onto the size-appropriate hanger it was originally left on and hands it to you without another word. He currently has a few more shopping bags over his left forearm and an another much bigger shopping bag over his right shoulder as well as your needed travel supplies in a cute old fashioned pastel schoolbag over both of his shoulders

Your father doesn’t mind carrying everything nor does he mind overspending. After all

This is a father-daughter all-day shopping trip

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. A pretty clothing store, full of women’s to men’s to children’s fashion. The fifth store you’ve gone in with Alastor since the pair of you woke up early in the morning and headed over to the biggest mall in the Pride Ring, the mall both of you stand in at this very moment. He has been needing to get you some new clothing for a while now so being able to get your opinion on the cute dresses, tights, accessorises, pyjamas and much more he picks out for you is simply perfect

Alastor has truly missed being able to spend time with you, even if it includes milking his credit card. You’re worth far more than all the wealth he’s stolen and gathered

Taking your hand with a lean down, Alastor waits patiently for you to take his offer as you quickly readjust the clothing store hanger holding up your cute little present. Moving that hanger from both hands to your wrist, you reach up and immediately grab his much bigger hand. Two to three fingers are enough to hold your whole hand, the size difference is simply precious

“Père! Père! Look! Look!” Speaking with a adorable little French accent upon pointing out and chiming excitedly in fluent French, Alastor’s crimson red eyes sharply fling away from the cute rows of female children’s clothing to the single rack of children’s hair accessorises to jewellery. The reason you pointed it out, only seconds after taking your beloved father’s hand was because you noticed something really pretty you wanted your father to see

“What is it, Princess?” Alastor lets you drag him over to the colourful rack, his own eyes wondering around with tall fluffy deer-like ears flicking a bit as if an instinctive twitch. You still have the dress your father handed to you and you reach up as a sign for Alastor to help you. Following your little cute pale fingers, the Overlord picks out a set retro pearl tassel hairpins. Something he never thought you’d like but it may fit with your red hair

He isn’t sure if he wants the metal touching your skull however, so he holds the white cardboard support holding the hairpins still, just scanning over them a bit firmly and if not protective over you

Until your voice breaks him out of his intense thought. His ears shooting up in shock as your own ears draw back slightly, not necessarily concerned but wondering why just a pair of cute accessorises would possibly make him fall so deep into a thinking trance

“Père… What’s wrong?” You’re now the one asking your father to speak to you with big sparkly eyes looking up at him, he takes a few seconds of his head shaking in slight disorientation before he finally gets back to his senses and speaks out his opinion, uncertain but yet uncertain if he wants to reject you

Alastor is not good at saying no to you, he’s good at giving out needed discipline and can be rather strict about specific things but when it comes to mundane things like a pair of mere hairpins, he doesn’t like to say no

What can be said? Alastor is the type of father to spoil his daughter absolutely rotten

“Princess… are you sure you want this one specifically?”

[anadiasmount]

is this real? - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: breakup, attempt of a makeup. but you're not here to play around, wanting security, but it doesn't help when jude can't find out what he really wants. is your love really worth the shot?

wc: 2.7 k | masterlist | jude's masterlist

psa 🗣️: hi! i'm back this is kinda angsty and kinda meh :( i still hope you enjoy and like tho! also I will be starting a small jude series in the upcoming weeks, which I'm super excited about! in the mean time here is this :)

“Hi, buddy. Hi! How’s my big baby?” you say in a gentle voice to the German shepherd who couldn't stop licking your face in excitement, his tail wagging and almost crying. It was a month since you had seen Duke, and it was safe to say he missed you as well. He was a birthday gift from Jude about a year ago, since you had asked for one, and Jude wanted a guard dog when he wasn't home. 

You remember the day vividly since it was during the summer, a few weeks before his season ended, and you had the opportunity to travel with Duke around the holidays you took. Duke was a momma's boy, he wouldn’t ever leave your side no matter what. If Jude was here he would acknowledge him but he refused to leave your side. Duke was the biggest and softest sweetheart, he was so friendly and always so happy, so you wondered how he was after you and Jude split. 

Duke came into your embrace and let you hold him for a good five minutes before you got up and made sure he had his breakfast. You practised a few tricks and rewarded him with treats after. He continued to follow you around as you picked up your suitcases and took them upstairs. He tilted his head to the side confused before he whined and touched your leg, “I'm not going anywhere buddy, at least not yet,” you leaned down and kissed his head. He ran up the stairs and watched as you ragged up the three suitcases. 

Duke layed on the carpet as you went into the closet and began to retrieve your jeans and leggings from the drawer, along with your other skirts and shorts you had. Those all barely fit into one suitcase, having to lay on top of it in order to close it. One task was done but you still had to retrieve the other parts of your stuff. You wanted to make sure no trace of you was left behind. Wanting to leave a blank new canvas for Jude’s life. 

After putting that suitcase in your car, you walked back upstairs and started to take your shirts from the hangers. You never realised just how much clothes you had. Any of the shirts or dresses Jude had gifted you, you set them aside in a different pile in a box labelled “do whatever you want” for Jude to decide. You were being petty but you didn't care, you didn't want anything to do with him anymore, all the jewellery and stuff he gave you went into that box, including that damn promise ring…

“Y/n we need to talk…” Jude sighed, he shifted towards you as you sat on the park bench overlooking the small lake. “What's up? Is everything okay?” you ask, your full attention towards him. Jude covered his face, his breathing becoming uneasy as well as his heart. He wanted to avoid it but when you saw his state, the goosebumps appearing, you knew what he was about to do… it was a sign and you felt it.

“I-I-I wanna break up,” he stuttered, avoiding how you stared shocked with wide eyes at him. You let out a small gasp as tears brimmed your eyes, “But why? Have I done something?” you say shaky. You had the urge to reach over and comfort him, wipe his tears away, and reassure him you were here for him, but now you could just stare at him. Stare at his bloodshot eyes, his eyes completely dark and uneasy. 

“You haven't done a single thing, baby, I have to do this… I'm moving away and I just can’t do long distance, knowing that I'm holding you back. I also want to focus on myself and my career, I can’t let this move go to waste, it's a dream and an opportunity…”

Your gaze averted to the white swans in front of you, watching as they cuddled into each other, and swam away. You said nothing, having difficulty processing his words. It seemed like he made up his mind, and you always said you wouldn't hold him back… but now all you wanted to do was fight for your relationship. Fight for him. “Say something…” Jude said, watching intently as your bottom lip trembled. 

You sniffled and wiped your nose and tears away as you stood up. “What’s there to say… you’ve made up your mind. I’ll just go along with it” You smiled and shrugged upset, turning around and beginning to walk away from him. You heard as Jude shuffled around, and jogged towards you. “Wait wait wait, what do you mean? You have to say something, Y/n!”

“No, I don’t. All I can say is I hope it goes well with you Jude, that you have the best season ever in Madrid… And no, you would’ve not held me back… I know what I want, but now it looks like you're not a part of it,” you avoided his pleading eyes. Your gaze returned back to the white swans who now drifted away from each other. “Don't do this Y/n…” Jude begged, grabbing your chin gently, facing you to him where he had tears running down his face.

“Don’t make this harder than it already is, Jude. I’ll miss you but I won’t beg for you to stay, hold you back like you say. I’ll respect your decision…” Jude just stared at the girl who he loves to walk away. Jude cursed at himself, jogging to you because he made a mistake, a regret. But it was too late because you quickly disappeared. 

The first few days were rough, you avoided any light or noise, just staring out at the wall in front of you. But you grew angry at yourself and the world. Jude had left you, and everything inside you felt broken. You couldn't shake away the tears anytime you saw him pop into your head. Jude was a constant reminder he would always be there. 

For Jude it was worse, he showed up to training late, spoke only to his brother and mom who grew concerned, and even lost his spot in the starting eleven for their last game. Jude was devastated and without you there, he couldn't piece his life together. Jude wouldn't sleep, especially now that your sweet scent was gone from his pillow and sheets. If someone had asked Jude if this was where he would have been a year ago he would have laughed at their face.  

Jude had come back from a last meeting with his club, he was exhausted and only wanted to sleep. But he was taken back when he saw the house spotless, and it was strange that Duke didn't greet him at the door. But he smelled that sweet scent again, lingering all over the living room and kitchen, were you here?

Jude tried and tried to contact you, asking how you were or what you were doing, but there wasn't any sign of you. He would just watch your stories when you'd post but it looked like you were always with someone… He was beginning to grow frustrated, why couldn't you respond back to him? 

Jude walked up the stairs, seeing the bedroom door you once shared open. He looked around the room and saw different clothes piled everywhere. “No no, this can’t be happening..” Jude said out loud causing you to get startled. You avoided his gaze and whispered a small ‘shit, fuck’. You weren’t expecting him to come so soon home, or was it that you were here for more than you intended to be? Jude’s eyes directed to you, who was standing there looking effortlessly elegant and beautiful, his Y/n…

“I've set all the clothes and stuff you’ve given me in this box… you can do what you please with them, I don’t want it…” you say in a soft tone, cutting the silence from the room. Jude shook his head, still trying to process everything, “This can't be real… There is no way this is happening right now… This is just a dream right.” Jude paced back and forth, a hand on his forehead as he nervously chuckled.

Why was it so difficult to process what you were doing? Why was the image of you packing causing an ache in his chest? Why did it feel like you were packing away every memory and throwing it away? You were packing your stuff away and Jude knew it would be the last time he saw or heard of you. “Jude… Calm down…” you say, just watching as he sits on the bed in denial. “This day was bound to come… We have to move on, you know?” 

“It’ll be okay Jude-”

“No, it won’t. I can’t move on knowing that I still love you and the fact you're here packing everything away is hurting me, Y/n…” Jude stressed, just wanting to feel your comfort, your hands relaxing his tense body and whispering that you would stay. “Jude you broke up with me. I'm giving you space to figure yourself out but you can’t hold onto hope one day things will change. This is what you wanted, no?” you said, testing the waters. 

Jude went silent, unsure of what to say. He wanted to blurt out to stay, to not leave, that he loves you, but he had trouble doing so. Duke stood and came to your side, going between your legs and sitting, he was protecting you, Duke sensed you were feeling sad and recognized you felt like crying. “No, this wasn't what I wanted… I thought if I did what I did, it would benefit both of us but for me, it isn't… Fuck I can’t even drink my coffee without thinking of you there!”

Jude stood up, his height intimidated you as he towered over you, and you became shy and nervous. “I can’t sleep knowing the pain I caused for both of us or the fact your scent isn't in my sheets anymore… I can’t go and pass by the park we visit because it reminds me of you. I can’t help the fact I lost my best friend and girlfriend at the same time because I thought I was doing the right thing in protecting our hearts… Or it's the fact I refuse to let you go because I love you still.”

“Protect us from what exactly? Jude, I thought we were doing fine! We discussed how our relationship would work once you moved to Madrid. I have a year left of uni, graduating early so I can start my career early because that has always been my plan. You wouldn't hold me back from anything, I knew what I was getting myself into when I started dating you… If you had these doubts we could've talked it out, maybe save ourselves from all this!”

“I was scared you would lose interest and get tired of all the back and forth. Scared you would get unhappy knowing that the long distance would affect us both. I wouldn't know how you felt, and you drifting away, us growing apart, I didn't want that,” Jude insists, his hand connecting with your jaw and running his thumb along your cheek. You leaned into his touch, relishing the feeling, and fluttered your eyes closed, a sense of safety and home. 

“In a relationship, there’s stuff we need to sacrifice to make it work, and I was willing to do that because I love you. I want to see you succeed Jude, after all these years, the hard work, and dedication, you deserve this. Which is why I think it's best if we leave things as it is… We’re so used to and wrapped around each other we-”

“No no no, please-”

“You don't know what you want Jude! You pick and decide and live life as it goes! And I can't put myself through that because look at you now, you first claiming you couldn't do long distance and now saying we could work it out. What if two months in you realise it wasn't what you wanted? Are you becoming unhappy and breaking up once again? I refuse to be put through that, be treated like a test or lab rat just for your self-satisfaction. I also deserve to be happy,” you state, frustrated wiping your tears away and stepping back from him. 

Jude knew you were right, he hated it because it meant that now his biggest nightmare was becoming true. You were done, you were just done, you’d be willing to move on. Jude knew you for who you were, a girl who would listen and observe and not comment, but when you talked you spoke to let the message be clear and heard. So hearing this from you was quite humbling. He didn't know what he wanted, he was confused. 

“You’ll meet new people in Spain, this is just the beginning of something exciting and yet scary. Try it out Jude enjoy it, because this depends on how your future will be, around the people you're surrounded with… You never know, you may just find yourself where you should be… And I will always be here for you like I have, but right now it's better if we just focus on ourselves…” you say frowning, your palms sliding against each other to soothe your nerves. 

Jude just let out a breath and cried, his shoulders shaking and lips trembling which caused you to tear up knowing what you said was hurting him. But in all honestly it was the truth, “Come here,” you said, Jude didn't hold back and wrapped his arms around you, his head hiding in the crook of your neck as he let himself be completely vulnerable, holding you tight so he could relish the moment forever. Duke whined and laid his head on your legs, confused. 

Four months later here you were in England, mostly busy at Uni and an internship you managed to get after getting a referral. Duke and you enjoy walks in the morning and sometimes evening, going to dog parks to clear your head. You hate to say it but the breakup had taken a huge toll on you, you refused to admit it though. It was hard to lose the only person who had been there from day one. 

Jude was thriving in Spain, quickly fitting into the team and contributing to many goals and some assists. Best and youngest player, with many nominees to awards, It looked like he was doing better and happy, but you wouldn't know since your messages became less and less through those four months. You hated feeling a bit angry, jealous, and frustrated because he was doing better than you. 

But that would vanish because, at the end of the day, his happiness was yours as well. Even though you were miles apart, there was always something that brought the two of you together, which was Duke. You relished the good memories with Jude and cried to sleep because it wouldn't happen soon again. But a moment of honesty, you had to move on and not hold onto hope he would come back and chase you.

You learned to live with the fact but it was still hard to process. Maybe in another lifetime, you could have what you did with Jude, but for now, you were okay. It might be hard, but if something is worth fighting for, then it will occur, they just needed and required a huge miracle. You might have lost Jude but it meant you could learn from that and become a stronger person. 

Having been invited to an art gallery and museum, you got ready for the evening. Had the patience to complete a perfect blowout, and do your makeup. You also had the chance to wear your new black dress that fit perfectly for the evening. “How do I look Duke?” his head propped up and barked, which made you giggle. 

You turned to face the mirror for one last look, fixing your necklace, hiding the J initial that was still there, and spraying your favourite perfume. Your doorbell rang, and a few knocks were heard as you approached the door. Unbeknownst to you, Jude was on the other side. You opened the door to reveal him. “Jude!” you gasped, Duke coming to your side and shaking his tail when he saw Jude. Jude’s eyes roamed your body, his mouth slightly agape feeling breathless.

“I was hoping we could talk. Can I come in?”

[baby-stay92]

Love At First Sight

Pairing: Idol!Han x Fem!STAY Reader

FLUFF

Warnings: Anxiety

WD: 1.802

Credit: baby-stay92

This was commissioned by the amazing @adestayskz - I hope you like it, Maknae 🤎🤎🤎

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Just like at any other concert, Hannie entered the backstage area of the stadium along with his seven Stray Kids brothers. The guys made their way to the lunchroom, to eat, before getting dressed and hitting the make-up chairs. They all enjoyed a nice hot meal while talking about tonight's setlist and other details, just to make sure everything would go smoothly. After eating and cleaning up after themselves, they headed to the dressing room. They all entered and all made their way to the rack where their outfits hung neatly in dress bags. Hannie quickly found the hanger that had his name on it and took it to one of the small changing rooms. Once inside, he closed the curtain behind him and unzipped the dress bag, revealing black cloth pants, a Versace belt, a black tank top, a red shirt which had the sleeves rolled up and pinned in place. After getting dressed, he exited the changing room and walked over to the costume designer who, as always, checked their outfits before letting them move on to make up. Han spun on the spot, allowing the woman in front of him to check his outfit from head to toe.

“It’s missing something..” she mumbled and grabbed a pair of scissors from the table next to her, which she quickly took to the chest of Hans' red shirt, where she cut some aggressive looking holes, letting the black tank top peek through from underneath. 

“There!” She smiled and put the scissors down before grabbing some silver rings, a pair of earrings and two golden necklaces. She gave him the jewellery and he put everything on and made his way down the hall to the makeup room. Han sat down in one of the free chairs next to Minho, who had a woman applying foundation on his cheeks. Han fished his phone out from his pocket as another woman walked up to him, she greeted him nicely and he smiled back at her as he said hello to her in return. She quietly worked her magic, covering him in foundation, putting mascara on his lashes and lastly she dabbed some light pink lip balm onto his lips. Once she was done with his make up, she moved on his hair, which she curled and styled to hang effortlessly in front of his face. Once she was completely done, Han rose from the chair, thanked her for her amazing work and went down the hall again until he reached a room set up with couches, coffee tables and on one wall, a huge TV. The TV was showcasing several live feeds from the cameras, showing all the people, currently waiting for them to go live on stage. Han dropped down on one of the couches, landing between Channie and Lixie, who both were on their phones.

“Holy Moly, that’s a lot of people!” Han said quietly, looking at the TV, feeling his anxiety grow within him.

“Huh?” Channie said looking up at Han, seeing him stare at the TV. Channie moved his attention to the TV and nodded a little. “Oh yeah, it sure is.” He replied and looked back at Han, easily noticing the anxiety on Han’s face.

“Hey, hey!” he said and laid a hand on Han’s knee, before continuing; “It’s okay! It’s gonna be amazing out there - you are gonna be amazing out there. And we will be with you the entire time - right Felix?” Chan said, making Felix look up from his phone, realising what was going on.

“Oh yeah!” Felix smiled and put a hand on Han’s shoulder. “We will be with you all along.”

“Thanks guys,” Han sighed and looked down.

“I’m just anxious about singing ‘I Got It’ for the first time live.” Han said under his breath, not taking his eyes off of his hands, which he was fiddling with in his lap - a classic sign of his anxiety.

“Makes sense, but again, we’re not leaving the stage. We will be there to hype you up as much as you need it.” Felix smiled and hugged Han, before they all went back to checking their phones, waiting for the other guys to be ready.

About half an hour later all 8 guys were gathered on the couches as a stage manager entered the room, telling them to follow him to the stage. The guys stopped at the stairs leading to the stage to put in their ear pieces as a pre-recorded introduction played for the crowd. Once they were all ready, they formed a long line before running onto the stage one by one. Channie in front, followed by Minnie, Jinnie, Binnie, Lixie, Minho, Innie and Hannie making up the rear end. Once on stage the boys rapidly fell into the first song, performing like there was no tomorrow. They made their way through the setlist until they reached the song ‘Heyday’, during which they all gathered on the smaller stage at the end of the runway, where they had the time of their lives and ended the song posing as a group.

“WUUUH!” Channie hyped into his mic, making the crowd shout with him. “I have a very special announcement for you guys tonight,” He said smiling at Han, who was surrounded by the other members, for support. “Tonight, our dear Sungie will be performing one of his very own songs!” Channie said in his best happy voice and the crowd went wild. “Alrighty guys. Give it up for no other than Han Jisung as he performs ‘I got It’!” Channie finished off, doing his best announcement voice as he made a huge jester towards Han, who was not standing in front of the guys. They had all formed a line, behind him from where they’d be supporting him, by cheering and dancing along to the song.

“Hello everybody!” Han shouted into the mic, trying to hide the anxiety in his voice. “Thank you so much for the huge support you guys show us, and in this case, me. You guys ready?” He asked and held his mic out in front of himself, indicating for the crowd to answer. “I can’t hear you!” He said into the mic, before holding up again, and this time the crowd went wild. “Alright, that’s more like it! Let’s do this!” He said pointing towards the back of the stage, queuing the music to start, and so it did. As the music filled the stadium, Han started the song whilst looking out at the crowd, love filling him to the brim. He was walking around the little stage, until suddenly he stopped, forgetting all about the choreography he was supposed to be doing. Someone caught his eyes and he could help but to just stand there and stare at her, whilst still singing and rapping. She looked so perfect standing there in the front, wearing black baggy pants, platform boots, a white long sleeved shirt and a black leather corset top. She had her hair styled in a half up, half down updo and she had decorated her face with a bold winged eyeliner, red eyeshadow, a nude lipgloss and to top it all off, she was wearing silver hoop earrings. It wasn’t until Han felt a hand on his shoulder, that he was able to stop staring at her as he sang the song out of pure instinct. Minho, who had been standing behind Han, keeping his place in the line with the other guys, had grabbed Han’s shoulder fairly tight, to bring him back to the real world and it worked. Han spun back around the rest of the crowd, hoping they hadn’t noticed him staring at her. He finished the song and took a bow as the crowd once again went wild.

“Thank you so much guys!” Han smiled and he couldn’t help but to glance back at the beautiful girl as he continued; “I love you, STAY!” He shouted the last word as the guys went to hug him, while the crowd were clapping loudly. The guys performed another few songs together, during which Han kept glancing at the mystery girl, he even made sure to move near her whenever the opportunity presented itself. She smiled brightly up at him every time and one time she even bit her bottom lip whilst taking a photo of him, nearly sending Hannie into a full blown anxiety attack.

Once the show was over, the guys all formed a long line on the main stage, where they grabbed each other's hands before bowing a few times, saying their goodbyes. They all ran off the stage in the reversed order of them entering. Once they were all back in the dressing room, changing back into their private clothes, Han still couldn’t get the girl out of his head.

“Hey Han!” Binnie called out loudly from one of the changing rooms, bringing Hannie back to reality. “Who was that girl you, who caught your attention out there?” Binnie added, still getting changed.

“Yeah, Hannie, is she the future Mrs. Jisung?” Minnie added with a big smile and laughter in his voice.

“Oh shut up!” Han called out from his own changing room. “I don’t even know her, and I’ll most likely never see her again…” He sighed before continuing; “But God was she beautiful! I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone that gorgeous. I mean, her green eyes, her long brown hair and God! That smile of hers!” He leaves the little room, only to stop dead in his tracks as he sees all seven guys staring at him.

“OUR SUNGIE IS IN LOVE!” Minho shouted loudly and all the guys started laughing, even Jinnie who usually would just offer up one of his iconic side glances.

“Oh shut up!” Han said again, being mushed by the guys. “It’s not like I’ll ever see her again! I didn’t get her name, her number or even her email address. I have literally no way of ever contacting her!” He said, sadness clearly taking over, as the guys all let go of him.

“Oh Sungie…” Channie sighed and went to hug Han again, in one of his legendary comforting hugs. “It’s gonna be okay! Maybe she’ll post that photo that she took at one point, and if she tags you, or us, we might be able to find her.” Channie said with that typical dad-like logic of his.

“You noticed her taking that photo too?” Han said, lights in his eyes.

“I sure did.” Chan smiled and padded Hannie on the back. “Now, let’s finish up here and head back to the dorms, okay?” He added and all the boys agreed, going back to their individual businesses. Han sighed before gathering his things and leaving the stadium along with the guys.

Next->

[beanlot]

MISTRESS

sevika x maid!reader

at first, you were her maid. but master liked you just enough to make you her mistress.

word count: 4.0k

genre: smut

warnings: amab!sevika, age gap, sevika cheats on her wife, slight spanking, spit, vibrator use, master/servant relationship, breeding kink

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“what a gorgeous colour.” her fingers ironing the corners of her lips, mahogany lipstick cleansing from the cedar skin in superlative fashion. she was objectively sumptuous, a classy woman surrounded by old money and platinum basin sinks; an easy life enough that she didn’t even have to raise a finger to apply honeydew exfoliation masks to her glistening skin. “don’t you think?” she stares at you through the mirror, umber eyes fanned by silky lashes - lids glossed with everlasting lustre of golden butterscotch, tempted to believe you could see your reflection if stood close enough.

“yes, madam.” you nod, fingers clasped onto a hanger, vintage dress glittered with merlot gemstones fluorescent against the sapphire tiles of the floor. you weren’t lying, it was a gorgeous colour. and madam wasn’t particularly sinister against you, or even sinister at all..

“you filthy pig.”

“don’t you dare touch my antiques.”

“look at you, fix this messy hair. i will not have guests over whilst you look like a disgusting hooker.”

mostly.

“vika loves this colour.” she sighs, french-tipped nails tapping against the argyle jewellery around her neck. her scent of prevailing pumpkin spice suffocating you momentarily when she turns around, taking the hanger from your grip; you’ll watch as she lays the dress against her body, feminine curves of her hips accentuated through the garnet jewels as she subtly twirls around. she hum, lashes batting through the scrutiny before she shoves the hanger into your chest hurriedly. “be a dear for me and tighten the waist.”

and sure, you don’t expect the best of treatment regardless. you were on the back burner, disposable in every aspect with your dull shirt collar; onyx skirt tucking in your buttons and the driest of hands from the constant polishing. “yes ma-“ a shrill bark interrupts you, and it’s when you turn around that you see a woolly poodle, pastel frilly dress, wiggling through the door.

“ugh, pinkiebear! what are you doing, my baby snuffles?” and just like that, as madam scoops the pup into her arms, you’re left alone in the bathroom. moroccan rose handwash beside her gold-plaited cosmetics, pomegranate face serums and emerald earrings; you’d wondered what the oils would feel like on your fingertips, the creaminess against your skin soaking with pulchritude. it feels like bait when you see that one tub is already open, pale watermelon serum calling your fucking name - she won’t notice, there’s no way.

so you tenderly swab at the surface, the velvety touch on your skin.. it already makes you feel pretty, glammed up, like her. and the dysphoria only amplifies ironically when you massage the pearly ointment into your cheek, the winsome highlight when you turn your head not going unnoticed.

wine glass and plate in hand as you approach sevika’s master’s study, nudging the door with your shoulder. it was smoked salmon and caviar, and if you weren’t so fond of her, it would be rational to believe she was intentionally inflicting the purgatory of starvation onto you. but she was not resentful, her muffled tone of come in prompting you to amble inside; the air murky from her cigar smoke, illuminated by dim apricot from the scattered lamps. and she’s there, with every inhale, you can decipher the ocherous flame between her lips - her fingers clearing her desk when she sees the wine bottle tucked under your arm.

“thank you, darling.” she murmurs within the fever dream, fumes seeping through her lips to which she fans out when you’re beside her desk. it’s elixir to taste, and although it’s toxin on your tongue, it’s contradicting - plate and wine glass settled against the oak, careful to avoid her disarray of books and orderly inklings when you pour the currant. she examines this, raising an eyebrow before tapping the tobacco against an ashtray. “are you hungry?”

fuck, you have no idea.

“no, master.” you shake your head, because even though you could feel your organs internally booing inside from the withering, you were under an obligation of being polite. and hell, it was reasonable for her to concern herself with your wellbeing per se: she was older, much older; yet you merely took it as manners, sympathy that you weren’t born into such opulence. so when you finish pouring, tenderly placing the bottle beside master’s glass - it’s paralysis when her coercive words refrain you from leaving the room as you intended. “come here.” she instructs, virescent globes eclipsed with hues of oxblood when you maintain eye contact from your awkward distance. she’s manspreading, white button-up loose against her chest, and the uncertainty only amplifies when master’s tone becomes demanding. “come.. here.”

so you shuffle towards her, and you’re not sure if it’s the nicotine or the peril brunt of her influential stare, but your blood pressure raises when you stop - that maybe you’d said something wrong, gotten a wine she didn’t like, or you were vicariously responsible for the chef’s error. but the neurotic thoughts plummet when you see her slice an intricate cube of the salmon, fork held out to you with sincerity.

“try it, it’s good for you.” she advises, and you’re under automatism to obey - her fingers scraping against yours when you take the fork, examining the glassy block. you’re not sure what it’s seasoned with, only able to distinguish the honey glaze and sprinkle of pepper; you couldn’t even fucking describe what salmon tasted like, a luxury that your flimsy uniform never got to see up close. and you feel emotional when it finds itself between your teeth, erupting with foreign rich oils and glacé syrup.

you want to appreciate it, had you not interpreted the investigative glances she’s giving you. skeptical eyebrows dipping in, defining the droopiness of her lids and the eclipse of gunmetal in her narrowed pupils - they search your face, because there’s something about you that master just can’t pinpoint. “you’re glowing.” she mumbles, fingers branching out toward you and framing your jaw ever so tenderly; thumb stroking along the curves of your cheekbone, the familiar and velvety texture of your skin no stranger to master. “you’ve been using my wife’s stuff, haven’t you?”

great.

of course, how could you have been so recklessly fucking dense? you’d just swabbed a few thousands onto your face and expected that nobody would’ve been able to put two and two together, and now you’re stood here like a fucking embarrassment whilst her conquering globes assess you. master was going to obliterate you for even contemplating putting your filthy wilted fingers on her wife’s belongings, and you’re just waiting for her to call the chef over to slice you into little pepperonis and use your torso as a fucking piñata for her fancydancy din-

“looks good on you.” she mumbles, and the harmonising words nosedive into your stomach with more adamantine force than waiting for her to beat you to a pulp. her fingers streamlining down your jaw before she picks up her plate, ludic smirk concealing the mulberry on her lips as she offers her plate towards you. “don’t tell.”

you look back and forth, and it’s only when she nudges the porcelain into your stomach that you realise what she meant. she was only really interested in the wine, and within her hospitality, gave you something to eat for the night.

───────────

“your muscles are all contracting, just relax.”

“i’m trying..”

“you should really look into tai-chi, saves me hours of making these for you.

i’ll be back tomorrow,

ice or magnesium for any muscle pain,

is that a chip in the wall?

anyway, i’ll see you tomorrow, my lovely~.”

you’d been waiting outside her room for about forty minutes, folded blouse and dress shirts in hand; although you liked to consider yourself respectful of master’s private conversations, not even the bricky walls and thick interior of the hallways could muffle the massage therapist’s jarringly piercing voice - one that only amplifies when master’s door opens, a tiny woman pootling herself down the hall with a bowl of water, peppermint leaves floating within the misty pool.

it’s rosemary and eucalyptus when you inhale, frissons of sweltering air blossoming your way as the door closes over only slightly. but you’re prudent, you’re conditioned to be, waiting outside her door for her to have her few minutes of privacy - but she calls you in when she identifies your shadow against her marble tiles, eyes absentmindedly tracing the silhouette of your hips.

and when you walk in, nudging the door ever so slightly, she’s face-down on the master bed; surrounded by canary silk pillows and lime basil candles, her wine cellar visible from where you stand. you approach the palladium drawers, and whilst your job was plainsailing, the difficulty of having to avert your eyes from her bare back did it’s due diligence to make it just a little harder for you. but you stay silent nonetheless, the palatable glimmering against her burly shoulders, one that made you envy a massage therapist’s expertise as you organise her shirts.

“you have pain, master?” you mumble, clearing your throat when it starts to disintegrate at the mercy of her tensing shoulders, glorious muscle twitching. “my shoulders, darling. it’s not so bad.” she doesn’t move, and although you seem satisfied with the composed silence, the thought of leaving in it made your stomach sour.

“is there anything i can do?” you offer, graphite eyes piercing into your body when she turns her head against the pillow - you can tell she’s engrossed in those retrospective thoughts of hers by the way she’s zoning out, clouding globes that flutter over you before she pats the mattress.

“lay with me..” she mutters, black pepper fragrant when she inches away, leaving you a temptingly delectable space beside her. it feels wrong, and your ears can already feel the wrath of madam’s scream when she finds out you dared even the slightest courage to lay in her bed, beside her wife.

but master was at the top of the food chain.

so you reluctantly obey, not oblivious to the raw sensation of eagerness when her bare abdomen raises slightly from the mattress - she’s toned, noir curves that only excite the vim when you’re slithering into the space she’d left you. but it’s not enough to dilute your inhibitions, your body rigid when her fingers flutter against your waist; she notices this, intoxication when her whisper caresses against your ear. “relax, relax.” she whispers, the suggestive timbre diminishing you - she waits until you slump into the satin, plumose textures under your fingertips, before her arm cases over your waist and trails you against her bare chest. it’s morally profane, warmth from her breasts contagious on your spine, skin sweltering idyllically - kittenish and lewd and wow you’re getting horny.

it’s silent for a few minutes. but you feel dirty, her vanilla comfort something you ruined.

“you remind me of my wife when we first met.” the vanilla wisps against your jaw curdling into vulgarity when her fingers tenderly clutch at the hem of your skirt, and although one part of you feels like nothing more than a doll for her to use the one night her wife is out attending a dinner, another is relieved when the wintry air strikes your thighs.

“young,” her fingers lifting the skirt enough that her perverted eyes can search your hips, the way they embrace the black straps of your underwear.

“pretty,” her nails glissading against your inner thighs, forefinger sinking between them enough that they’re under automatism to separate. you try to convince yourself that it’s because you don’t want to get into trouble, disappoint that streak of high expectations you managed to leap over the past few weeks - but by the vim in your clit, it was disgustingly undeniable it was because fantasy was becoming reality.

“fertile.” she delicately taps your clothed clit, subtle sensitivity that already gets your hips rolling into her crude touch. her engagement ring flaring in your peripheral when her left hand slinks around your body, black opal glinting as her palm rests against your breasts. “look at me.” her lips tickling against your cheek as you turn to her, hues of predatory oxblood glossing over her lead pupils. she likes that she owns you, conditioned you to be her little pet, dominated your identity to nothing more than her servant.

so the overly obscene taste on her lips when she’d pressed her forehead against yours, skin searing with wealthy indecency was no shock. she was impulsive, lips against yours, unseemly sounds of anticipated smooches as you drink up the taste of peppermint. she wants to be delicate for you, but the instinct outlasting the grace when she hears you hum. you’re heedless of your sloppy grinding, shaky exhales which only worsen when she pulls away; her thumb draping your bottom lip down only slightly. jewels of her spit streamlining into your mouth, your tongue absorbing the droplets filthily. “pretty girl.” she swallows, eyes darting along your jaw, her spit slowly drizzling down your neck.

you want to tell her that this is wrong, that she’s a married woman, but the night already feels drilled into stone when her fingers manipulate the buttons on your chest, cleavage satisfying her sadistic eyes with every one coming undone. your shirt loosens, sinking down your back and accentuating the feminine enticement master was under whilst her fingers revel in the linen cotton of your bra, the straps cunningly draping off your shoulders. “aren’t you gorgeous, look at you.” she whispers, your breasts tingling when there’s nothing there to cover them anymore, her fingers folding your bra down to your stomach.

admiring the way your nipples harden under her fingertips, delicately pinching the responsive buds. you nod, because you expect her to want you to, flinching when you roll your hips against her sturdy thigh; thick imprint of her veiny cock paralysing you momentarily.

“lean over in that drawer.” she gestures to the bedside cabinet, and you’re sceptical when you lean over, your skirt hitching up ever so slightly. and if the humiliation of having your ass presented to her like a fucking showpiece wasn’t degrading enough, the barbaric strike of her palm against it was. you squeak, flinching necessarily - her palm easing the inflamed area intricately, before walloping back down onto your skin. you want to fucking weep, blinking through the blur of your tormented tears, opening the drawer to which a plaited vibrator lays.

“that’s the one.” she confirms, taking it from your fingers as you lay back into the mattress, ass ignited with scorching goosebumps from the brutish force behind her arms. you go to defend yourself, because honestly, you feel lower than the bottom of the food chain - you were no blossoming mighty oak, but rather a withering sunflower under her assertion.. but she knows what you’re about to say. “master, i haven’t do-“

“you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine. i’ll make you feel good.” she sits up, and although she intends to comfort you, it only intimidates you further when her tongue wets her lips; fingers slewing the fabric of your underwear to the side and leaving your slit prey to her predacious stare, only amplifying when she unveils how truly drenched your folds are. but she doesn’t say anything, only leaning over whilst a bullet of her spit seeps between her lips and missiles itself against your clit.

you already feel numb, the heavenly pressure of seventh heaven when you hear the whirring of her vibrator, your thighs quivering with the company of your stimulated whines when the tip purrs against your clitoral hood. “that’s it, atta girl.” she praises, her breasts pressing themselves against your bare spine when she situated herself beside you again. it’s nirvana, humping against the vibrator so primitively, erogenous arcady to hear your incessant whimpers echo throughout the room. you’re sweating by now, at peace with the fire and brimstone breeding on your skin - but you want more, your fingers grazing over the stiff imprint of her desperate cock.

her breath is jagged, submerging the vibrator harder onto your clit, your ankles starting to twitch at the susceptibility. you’re not sure if it’s enough to make you come just yet, but that thought deteriorates when her finger glissades down your slit and streams itself inside of your hole. “fuck.. you’ve made my cock all hard.” she sighs against your cheek, your walls greeting her indiscriminately; spasming with every hum against your clit. she’s testing the waters, fingertips taking a liking to the spongy textures when she tenderly twines it upwards, the pornographic desire in your clit to orgasm more reckless than ever. but you’re not the only one suffering, because sevika is finding that her cock is actually starting to fucking hurt from the distress of not being able to just have her way with you again and again and again.

but she’s patient, finger gliding itself in and out of you; assaulting that carnal pit in your walls as your thighs tremble as she fucks you with them. instinctive sobs leaving your throat unmonitored, and honestly, you wouldn’t be able to describe it even if given a fucking thesaurus - sneezelike corkscrew ballooning itself inside your hips when she hooks another finger inside, arousing squelching with every hammer against your folds. “please..” you whisper, unbeknownst to the soreness in your fingers as they lock, clenching tightly on her belt.

and when she’s satisfied with how vulnerable you are under her, the sensitivity just right, she’ll admire the quavering of your hips and the tightening of your thighs before dragging the vibrator away from your clit. “huh?” you squeak, cunt clenching around her fingers at the sudden loss of her manipulation. you’re about to complain, wail about how much of a fucking tease she is, but she relieves the anguish by leaning over your thighs; her tongue replacing the device and doing its dirty work when it swipes over your hood, delving between your folds and schemingly flicking over your erect bud.

just like that, you’re shaking again, thigh hoisting itself up and planting itself on her bare, burly shoulder. your mewls of master twirling repeatedly in a rabbit hole of ecstasy when her damp lips envelop your clit and suck with cruelty, fingers maintaining their agonising operation; battering into you with precision and artsy discipline, like she’s done this too many times before.

but it’s dispiriting for her, because she wants to be a lovemaker for you, wants to appreciate you for the fine young woman you are - yet the throbbing in her cock conquers that yearning, and it’s then that she pulls away with such self-hatred. “are you gonna let me put my cock inside your cunt, darling?” she exhales, fingers slewing out of your brimming hole, selfishly drizzling your discharge over the mattress and coating over the sable leather of her belt when she goes to unbuckle it.

“yes. yes, master.” you comply, ultramarine daze when you blink; pixels of orchid blooming in your vision when you even did as much as look down to her belt. fingers tackling the every latch, submerging as they frame her veiny shaft - cock springing out and admittedly, inciting nothing more than disruptive thoughts of am i going to fucking live to see tomorrow after this.

she’s thick, and monumental.. fucking handcrafted by gods with such clarity. enough that all of that internal envy becomes more.. not envy, because you know this is gonna really fucking hurt, and you’re not liking how much she exceeds your expectations at the expense of what’s gonna happen to your poor fucking vagina. “do you still want this?” she murmurs when she notices the hues of uncertainty in your eyes, superficial doubt that she interprets easily - it’s an ego boost, artificial concern to conceal her everlasting inclination to ruin you. but you blink at her, flickering between her eyes and the slightly palatable mulberry tip of her cock, before you nod.

it would be cruel for her to nosedive straight into you, and even she knows this, her tip glissading through your folds and lubricated with your slick. she’s slightly sensitive, the warmth of your cunt only amplifying the immense throbbing, but she’s consistent this time - your clit rubbing against her head only instantaneously as she accustoms herself with your textures.

“this might hurt, my love, just a little.” she whispers against your jaw, fingers grappling at your hips as her own angles forward, tip insidious as it skims into your walls; your body merely a betrayal of your conscience when your walls welcome her. but it’s smooth, as she pushes herself in with such fucking entitlement, your insipid moisture coating her cock.

because she owned you, every little fragment.

her mindless breaths against your bare shoulder, the subtle rocks in her hips purely intuition. she hasn’t felt this in years, the vehemence of her girth wrapped around such a fine woman, and it motivates the urge for her to start thrusting your hips back into her. your whimpering sobs with every cudgel of her skin against yours, the indignity of her abdomen pounding against your spine and the raunchy heat of her cock assaulting your cunt.

influx of adrenaline when she hears you mewl, her sloppy kisses on your nape sultry and blistering. “i know, i know it feels good..” she sighs, both hands clenching at your thighs, your hips, your waist- anything to feel herself become adaptable inside of you, anything to get a taste of the rapture inside of herself.

“pretty.. pretty girl..” her muffled groan echoing in your ears as she gets herself off into you. she was dictating your self-worth, dictating your fucking life.. and although some of it felt as if it was just pulling the pieces together, another felt it all shatter into irreversible ruins as her left hand compressed itself onto your clit; engagement ring ever so slightly abrading itself against your wet folds.

and that’s when you feel it.

the sheer pinnacles of rhapsody so distinct as her fingers roll your clit in circular motions superlatively, cock swollen and erect. “please.. please..” you sigh, the jagged timbre exposing how receptive your bundles of nerves were; fingertips touching the very eminent icicles of orgasm when she speaks her foul language in your ears.

“i’m gonna come inside you, do you want that?”

“uh huh.”

“gonna make you the mother of my kids..”

“mhm-hm, master please..”

and then it erupts inside, whirlwind of frenzy that you could only compare to what felt like being edged for hours. your clit numb and jaded, the overstimulation aggravating as your walls pulse around her cock so tightly that she doesn’t even need to continue pummelling into you. conclusively, you were a mess - her palm sealing itself over your lips to repress the uncontrollable cry, tone it down ever so slightly, arms that confine your body as you tremble and do your upmost fucking best to recover.

and after a few minutes of her rocking a few inches back and forth into you, the dishevelled grunt and adhesion of her bangs against your cheek; quivering fingers against your lips and hips that airbrush themselves to divinity let you know that she’s just came.

and something feels off, seriously off. so full and saturated, and it’s when her cock slews itself out of you that you know there’s no way you’re the only one behind all the mess; looking between your legs and flinching at the pearly cream drizzling out of your hole, thick and balmy. your juices meshing together in such harmony that you feel disgust, and yet hypnosis. because she never wanted a maid,

she wanted a mistress.

[thatacotargirl]

Flower of the Dawn Court

Please enjoy this little oneshot 🌼🌸

Summary: It is Thesan's wedding day and all of Prythian seems to have been invited. His daughter's, y/n and Dalia, have played wedding planners ahead of their father's big day; but nothing ever goes to plan when the 7 High Lords come together.

This oneshot is set at the beginning of A Court of Mist and Fury.

Reader's POV

It was a beautiful, warm morning in Dawn Court. The sun had slowly started to rise over the horizon, the birds were singing their love songs quietly, the tune carried by the breeze. You were stood on the balcony of your bedroom, a coffee in hand, enjoying the peacefulness of nature before the day fully erupted.

Today was your father's wedding day. After his experiences under the mountain, he hadn't waited a single second before letting the Captain know his true feelings and the pair agreed to marry as soon as feasibly possible. The wedding was the first to take place since Amarantha was slain and it felt like all of Prythian had been invited to Dawn, including the remaining 6 High Lords.

A door opens to my left and I turn to see Dalia, my sister, appear with a steaming cup of coffee to join me. Dalia and I were adopted by Thesan as babies when we were left on his doorstep. Dalia arrived a few months before I did, but Thesan treated us like we were his own flesh and blood; raising us in Dawn amongst the greats. Rumour had it that Dalia was even next in line to inherit the title of High Lady of Dawn, despite not being a blood relation. I grin at my sister as she reaches out an arm to embrace me.

"I can't believe the day is finally here", she says, pulling me closer into her side.

"He deserves this, every bit of happiness the world can offer him and more". Dalia nods her head in agreement as we gaze out over the gardens, watching the staff begin to set up the arch and the seats for the ceremony.

Turning the my wardrobe, I pull out the dress that was custom made for today. A beautiful shade of deep crimson with golds heels and jewellery to match. Dalia was to wear similar, only hers was a deep shade of blood orange. We looked magnificent.

"Time to get ready", I grin to my sister, as she rushes forward to pull her dress from the hanger.

Several hours later and both Dalia and I were dressed and ready, our hair and make-up perfect. We watched with tears in our eyes as Thesan and the Captain shared their first moment of seeing each other dressed for their wedding, and took more photos than there were stars in the sky as our newfound family of 4. We could hear the hustle and bustle of guests arriving and taking their seats, and soon the bell called to let us know it was time for the ceremony to begin.

"I love you girls with all my heart", my father said, pulling Dalia and I in for a hug. When we finally let him go, he walked to the entranceway and began his walk up the aisle.

Dalia and I were next. Our heritage remained unknown, with neither of us caring too much to know more about the family that had abandoned us, but it was clear from which court's we heralded. Dalia was without a doubt a descendant of the Day Court, her power to wield sunbeams could rival even the most talented magic in her native lands. I, however, was born of Spring; and beheld the power to command flowers. Dalia used to tease me that I had the 'flower power' when we were children, especially when our father was teaching us how to manage our powers and I accidentally caused flowers to bloom from every wall, floor, and ceiling of the Dawn Court palace. One time I even bloomed a flower from the top of my head and couldn't quite grasp my magic enough to make it vanish - leaving me with a real-life flower crown for several days. Thankfully, Dalia and I had mastered our powers eventually, and could put them to good use today.

Arms linked, we walked down the aisle, smiling around to our many guests. Dalia commanded the sunlight to shine down and spotlight our father, with wisps of sunbeams dancing around the garden to the tune of the choir. With soft gestures of my arms, I yielded flowers from my fingertips, allowing them to fall from the sky amongst the seats and along the aisle. As we rounded off to the alter, kissing our father's cheeks as we went, we watched as the Captain appeared at the entrance of the walkway.

The ceremony was nothing short of jaw-droppingly beautiful, and the crowd roared with delight as our father and the Captain were pronounced married. The 4 of us embraced at the altar and we walked hand in hand back down the aisle towards the evening celebrations.

On arrival at the reception, with a glass of champagne in hand, Dalia and I made our way around the guests to welcome them to Dawn. The High Lords had all agreed to attend and many were staying in rooms at the palace tonight, allowing them to indulge in the festivities to their heart's content. Only Kallias of Winter and Beron of Autumn were leaving tonight; Kallias to return home with his heavily pregnant wife, and Beron because - well - he's Beron.

A brief disagreement caught our attention as we turned in the direction of the Night Court table. Rhysand and his Inner Circle were all present for the wedding, as was Rhysand's plus one - Feyre Cursebreaker. It was made public soon after what happened under the mountain that Rhysand and Feyre had made a bargain that she stay at the Night Court for a week per month, and it looked like Rhysand had decided to take that week now, stealing Feyre as his guest to the wedding so that Tamlin wasn't able to. Dalia chuckled, clearly enjoying the drama of it all. Honestly, Prythian was slowly turning into a real-life drama production these days.

We approached their table to greet them, bowing to Rhysand and offering our hand to the Inner Circle members.

"Thank you for attending the wedding, High Lord", Dalia offered, her head still bowed as she addressed Rhysand.

"It was our pleasure, Dalia, thank you for inviting us. The ceremony was wonderful", he replied.

As you made your way around the table, greeting each member, you reached out a hand to greet Feyre. Although she sat with a frown on her face, her body caved inwards and away from Rhysand, she offered out her hand to shake yours.

"Thank you for coming, Feyre", you offered gently. You felt her hand untense in yours as you addressed her personally, and she relaxed her posture slightly.

"It was a beautiful day. Your's and your sister's powers are really something else, I know my sister Elain would love to be able to create flowers at her whim".

You smile as you withdraw your hand and Feyre looks up to meet your eyes. You see her's widen and she quietly gasps. Not quietly enough, however, to evade the notice of everyone sat at the table, who turn to look at you with confusion.

"Is everything ok, Feyre?" you ask with concern, taking a step backwards in case you startled her.

"I'd know those eyes anywhere".

You look at her your face laced with confusion, as you turn to look at Dalia for assistance. She offers you a shrug as you both turn to Rhysand, hoping for an explanation. He, too, however, looks completely at a loss.

"Feyre?", he asks, reaching out a hand to touch her shoulder. The entire table is silent, waiting for Feyre to respond, but her eyes remain frozen on yours.

"Feyre?", you try, crouching down to be in front of her seat.

"I'd know those eyes anywhere", she repeats. "I fell in love with them".

The entire table exchanges confused glances, now becoming concerned that Feyre is speaking in tongues and not making any sense. You stand and turn to Rhysand, about to offer to get Thesan in case Feyre needed a healer, when Amren, Rhysand's second in command, also gasps.

"By the Cauldron", is all she could get out, looking past your shoulder to the crowd behind you.

You turn, trying to find the source of Amren's shock, only to lock eyes with a pair of matching emerald ones that were staring back at you, widened in surprise. Eyes that mirrored yours in every way. Eyes that could belong to no one other than your biological father.

The High Lord of Spring.

[wonsohl]

sunset boulevard y.jw

PAIRING: crush!jungwon x admirer!reader

it was the summer holidays and your school hosted a camping trip for the juniors going into their last year of school - senior year.

this year the camping trip would be held at jeju island near the beach.

when the word got out that the trip would be held at jeju, everyone was screaming and jumping up and down out of excitement and so were you.

you ran home with the letter in your hand which was almost crumpled up from you gripping on to it so hard and barged through the door.

''ma! this year's camping trip for the juniors is at jeju island! can you even imagin-''

'woah there sweetie! speak slower the camping trip for the juniors is gonna be held where now?" she says whilst laughing at your goofyness

''jeju island ma! isn't that so exciting?"

'it sure is hun." she says as you hand over the letter to her with the biggest smile/ grin on your face

"can i go? pretty please? ill take care of our restaurant and do the dishes there for the whole week and even mop the floo-"

"y/n you can go! you don't have to do stuff out of your way to help me but a little help on saturday night would be good!"

"saturday?" you say taking of your school i.d and placing your coat on the coat hanger.

"whats the occasion ma?"

"mrs yang has a reserved dinner at our restaurant and i would look you to be their waitress - oh! and she has a boy in your year, yang jungwon?"

you eyes bulge out of their sockets when you hear his name.

yang jungwon.

hottest guy on earth.

cutest living organism.

THE most jaw dropping piece of art ever to be made.

"y/n? whats got to your mind, do you know yang jungwon?"

"o-oh yeah ma, he is in my classes" you say smiling back to your mom reassuring that you were okay.

"oh that's lovely! are you two friends?'

friends? yeah, no.

everyone knows you liked him ever since your ex bestfriend snaked on you to everyone in your year.

she even had the AUDACITY to tell her sister to spread around in the older years as well.

ever since you barely to talk to him and make any signs of communication knowing how awkward it would be.

you can't bare the sight of him but you still have that crush on him and from time to time when your zoning out in lessons and your teacher call you out for it, niki would have the gut to say -

'oh sir! she's day dreaming about jungwon!'

which would of course get everyone laughing and even the teacher.

jungwon would always look at you and you would avoid eye contact and just get flustered.

"u-uh we definitely know eachother ma!"

"just wonderful y/n! i also heard he is quite a charming one huh? why don't you start something? " she says laughing.

she wasn't lying he was definitely charming obviously but to speak to him after 10 months with not talking? that would be awkward.

"haha ma! your so funny, i should get back to my room and start doing some homework" excusing yourself from the very awkward situation whilst getting the letter back from the counter which was already signed by your mom.

you ran upstairs can close your door lightly but enough to hear the door slamming sound.

"what a weird child" your mom says

TIME SKIP | SATURDAY ⏰

one hour before jungwon came to your restaurant you hop out of the steaming shower and dried your hair and got change into your uniform and put on some makeup

"y/n! let's head out now"

you yell back a okay and do a few touches to your hair and put on some jewellery.

you run down the stairs almost tripping pick up your bag and throw in your headphones and a water bottle with a small bar and make your way out the door

you open the car door and slam it shut

"you look nice today your mom says" pushing past your hair to admire her beautiful child

you pause whilst doing your seatbelt and smile back to your mom

"thanks ma!" you say hoping she won't ask the reason you randomly decided to apply make up on.

you guys share awkward glances before she puts on the radio and you text your friends

eunji 🦋: y/n how is the whole jungwon restaurant fiasco? 👀

you: girl i just got in my car and i my mom is blasting country music

minhee 🐈: did you put on the make up i bought you for your birthday?? 😊😊 (say yes rn before i storm in to that restaurant and put it on for you)

you: dayum girl dw i did and i think i did it good lemme show you it *insert pic of you

eunji 🦋: BRO IF I WAS JUNGWON I WOULD GO ON MY KNEES AND PULL OUT A RING

minhee 🐈: FFRRR Y/N WEAR THIS TO SCHOOL AND YOU MIGHT AS WELL PULL THE WHOLE POPULATION OF THE SCHOOL ATP 🤤

eunji 🦋: ↳ minhee 🐈: INCLUDING THE GIRLS AS WELL

minhee 🐈: ↳ eunji 🦋: EXACTLY TELL US HOW EVERYTHING GOES!!!

you laugh at how funny your friends are and your mom notices it.

"sweetie get out all your laughs and goofynees now because we are here"

those words repeat in your head

we.

are.

here.

the past four nights have been sleepless because of today and here you are

you nod to your mom and quickly type something in the groupchat

you: YEA YEA IM HERE NOW SO I GTG BYEE

you get out of the car and put some lip balm on and run your hand through your hair

you barely work and your mom's restaurant because of how many workers there are but it looks like her waiter went on holiday the perfect time jungwon's parents reserved a table.

the time was 6:11 PM and jungwon's family was coming at 6:15 PM

you run to the bathroom lock yourself in their and practice your welcomings to your costumers.

"hello! welcome to ma's kitchen, the best in gwangdo! what's on your plate today?"

no thats to enthusiastic

"hey peeps! welcome to ma's kitchen, wanna dine in?"

ew, if was the costumer i would laugh right in my face

"hello~! welcome to ma's kitchen. what would you like to orde-

a knock from the bathroom's door interrupts you and touch up your makeup and leave.

"your mom would like you to greet the costumers in since the yang family will be coming here

she checks her watch

"now"

you bow down and say thank you before heading your way to the desk near the enterance.

you where on your phone tapping through people's story when you hear the entrance bell ring.

you drop your phone on the desk and make your way to the entrance to see jungwon and his family.

"oh my! y/n baby~ your so tall and your so pretty you look so grown as well!" she says cupping your face as you laugh it off

you could see mr yang and jungwon staring at you two but mr yang's glare was much more softer than jungwon's

did i do something wrong? you thought

you hand them the menu and bring them towards their seats

"would you like to order any drinks for now?"

mr yang nods his heads "yes, can i get 2 beers for the olders and jungwon?

can i get some sprite?"

you nod but you only look at mr yang

"so 2 beers and 1 sprite?"

this time you look at all three of them for their confirmation and they say yes

you smile back and leave the table and make your way too the bartender

'hajun, i need two beers and one spirte please' you say handing him over the piece of paper

'coming right up' he says snatching the peice of paper as you head back to the desk greeting the other guess as today was the weekend meaning lots of costumers would be coming in today

as you greet the next costumer you see a familiar face

kang seola

the one who snaked on you to the whole year and the year above

yeah no chance you were serving her, on top of that allowing her to enter your mom's restaurant

she was with a few other friends who weren't from your school as you couldn't recognise their faces

you had to options

A) choose to serve them and get the money you needed for your ' pay check' - didn't benefit you

B) slam the door on their faces and put them on the restaurants blacklist - definitely benefitted you

or

C) get another waitress to serve them - benefitted you/ but wasn't better than option B

'hello welcome to ma's restaurant, please wait here for another waiter to serve you shortly' you say smiling at them sarcastically whilst tellin a waiter to serve them

you go up to the bartender who hands you the drinks that jungwon and his family ordered and you make your way there

you hand them their drinks and they say thank you one by one

'another waiter will come around to serve you your food, sorry for the delay today is very hetic' you say as you hand out the menus and bow down as an apology

'oh no darling it's okay! were just having a chat take your time hun' says mrs yang patting your shoulder reassuring you that they don't mind the wait.

you smile back and make your way to the desk again when you feel a water get splash all over your uniform

your top is drenched in liquid and the glass shattered all over the floor near your once dry shoes

you look up to see seola and her friends laughing sheepishly as stare at you innocently

"oops i spilt something, be a good waiter and clean it up''

you wanted to shout at her so bad but you couldn't as it would freak the costumers and that was the last thing you wanted to happen for your mom and her business

you sigh and get on your knees swooping up the broken glass shards and individually placing them into a paper bag to later throw away

you could hear her taking photos of you from the loud shutter sound from her phone

you feel your eyes brimming with tears as your vision gets blurry when you feel the hand of someone else help you collect the shards

it was jungwon

you look at him but he's too busy collecting the remaining glass shards and after he's done he scoops it in a bag and gives it to you

of course you had a crush on him for a reason but today it felt like you got a crush on him for a second time

his hair was slightly ruffled , long enough to cover his perfect eyes and his choice of style is so cliché but it suits him so much

you can't help yourself but blush from jungwon's sudden action as you stood up to put the bags that was full broken glass to the dustbin outside of your restaurant

you could hear footsteps following you so looked behind to see jungwon following you from behing with his hands formed into a little bowl carrying some broken glass that was left behind

"uh jungwon! aren't you hands bleeding from the broken glass? I don't think you should be holding on to them you could get scars?" you say quickly placing the bags on to the pavement floor an rushing over to jungwon with one of your peppa pig plasters to cover the big scar on his palm

once done you collect the broken glass bags from jungwon's hand and throw them into the bin along with the trash bin with all your might

you turn around to see jungwon staring at you, you feel abit embarrassed to see your life long crush see you do all that whilst looking like a mess

'y/n i wan-'

jungwon gets cut of by the slam of the back door being pushed open

'oh y/n! are you hurt sweetie? i should've of known that those girls that were coming in were eunji and her mean group!'

'mom i'm oka-'

'look at the state of you! you should go home and get pack for that trip you have with your school, just take care of yourself and freshen up okay?'

says your mom cupping your cheeks whilst bringing you inside leaving jungwon outside by himself

your mom helps you take of the apron and sends you to the changing room whilst she calls your sister to come pick you up

after getting changed you make your way out from the staff entrance waiting for your sister to arrive whilst scrolling through your phone when you hear your mom bid goodbye to mr and mrs yang

'thank you so much for coming in! i would love too see you guys again soon!'

'nonsense! thank you for the amazing company and food! see us as a frequent customer' mr yang says mrs yang laughs with him.

'y/n! come here and say goodbye to our customers properly!' your mom says putting the attention on you as your make your way to them

'thank you for coming' you say bowing down to jungwon's parents whilst making eye contact with jungwon in between

'wow your daughter is so pretty!' says mrs yang turning around to look jungwon

'y/n perhaps are you going to the camping trip? ' says mrs yang whilst patting down jungwon

'oh uh , yes i am' you say with a hint of confusion in your tone

'do you reckon you can look after jungwon?i don't trust him by himself for so long, please make sure he eats properly there!'

'mom' says jungwon irritated at her comment

'jungwon, your mother is trying to help you out son! plus, y/n looks mature enough to take care of you!' says jungwon's mum hitting his arm playfully

'don't worry mrs yang, my daughter will take care of your handsome son' your mom says smiling back at them

they continue to talk until your sister comes to pick you up in her car

'take care y/n, thank you for serving us today' says mr yang smiling at you as your mom opens the door

'thank you, bye mr and mrs yang - bye jungwon, bye mum!' you say waving from the window

⏰ DAY OF SKL TRIP

'y/n i don't now how you managed to be so calm with her acting like that' eunji says still annoyed at the fact that seola would do that

'trust me i bet she wasn't but mr lover boy was there so she had to be all mysterious' minhee laughs will saying it

'okay that's true but if he wasn't i would've dragged her out of that restaurant myself'

'yeah yeah'

'mhm of course you deffo would've'

eunji and minhee tease you for a bit before leaving the bathroom and going to the coach

'okay everyone i will list your partners recommended by your own parents' says your teacher

everyone bursts into whines and moans

'wait recommended by our parents, that means i'm gonna be with seungji' eunji throws a tantrum knowing she's not gonna sit next to her own twin brother for 6-7 hours straight

'HELL NAH IM GONNA SIT NEXT TOO MY NEIGHBOUR' minhee receives a message from her dad saying she's sitting with her neighbour's emo kid

'wait guys i might have to sit with jungwon'

you starts panicking remembering what his mother said

'oh shit, good luck then' eunji dashes off and minhee follows screaming

'better not mess up!'

eunji and minhee were in a different coach so you had to wait for jungwon to come on the coach with you

you start panicking

god this is so awkward

what were you going to do, either way you would’ve had to sit in a packed coach with jungwon for at least 3 hours

you prayed and prayerd that you could be there before him

but i guess your prayers didn’t work

jungwon was standing at the coach on his phone almost as if waiting for someone

waiting for you

‘jungwon, hi!’

you say running over

‘sorry for being so late, i guess i got caught up with something’

he laughs abit and puts his phone in his back pocket

‘it’s okay, let’s hop on the coach, im pretty sure all the good seats are left’

you guys quickly scramble on the coach squeezing through the tight path in the middle of the coach

‘look y/n, over there’

he points to some seats at the back of the bus - ish

there not the best seats but they are the only ones left

you quickly waddle over and take a seat near the window, jungwon following right behind

you put your headphones in settle in, cancelling the loud shouts of your classmates

jungwon goes on his phone and you can’t help glancing over

‘if you want anything you can just tap me’

‘thanks jungwon,will do!’

you say quickly and lean your head against the window closing your eyes hoping for the ride to go smoothly

you also can’t stop thinking about jungwon being right next to you but you start noticing your eyes getting heavier and heavier

you fall asleep but dream about the camping trip ahead

a/n: AHHH OMG IM BACK WADDA 🫡🫡 skl has been so stressful but dw guys the actual camp trip thingy will be out soon (hopefully 🤗🤗) I get tired so easily and sometimes forget i have a tumblr acc anyway bye bye - 4 now 👹👹

[fanfiction-blep]

Daddy Quaritch. DADDY QUARITCH. Please for the love of all that is holy write Quaritch being a Daddy dom?

Yes, absolutely. Yes. You guys are feeding into my own fantasies at this point. I have so much to say about daddy dom miles but you know what I seem to be leaving a lot of things at a cliff hanger lately.

Daddy Dom Miles Quaritch X Sub Fem!Reader~ Head Cannons

Warnings: Smut, Daddy Dom/Sub Reader dynamic,

He's so cute, he is not super soft but he is a care giver.

He will check up on you all the time, lifting your chin up to plant kisses on your lips while mumbling "Ya doin alright princess?" You nodding in joy.

He will lift you up to avoid puddles on the ground or stop you from falling. If you are walking anywhere he will put his hand on the base of your spine to reassure you that he was there with you. He will reach for things that you cannot, mugs, equipment.

He is the kind of partner that puts his hand over the table corner so you don't hurt yourself when you try to pick something off the floor.

He carries water with him at all times because he wants to keep you hydrated, and you are a little bit of a brat. He wants to make sure that if you are not following the rules he can enforce them whenever needs be. And if you haven't drank anything that day, he will pin your hips between the wall and his own. Hands holding your chin face centimetres away from your own. "Be a good girl for daddy princess, drink your fucking water."

If you hadn't slept enough or hadn't eaten he would make sure that you got whatever you needed. "Ya tired baby? aw come 'ere" He would lift you up your legs wrapping around his hips while he carried you to your shared bed. If you hadn't eaten he would already have a protein bar in his pocket ready to throw at you whenever it was needed.

He is a careful yet passionate lover, he will dominate you always. Never taking the submissive rout. The one time you tired a very feeble attempt while straddling him. He fucked you still on his lap, but your back was flush against his chest your legs spread over his knees, cheeks pressed between his fingers. You met his gaze in the mirror that sat in front of you two, while he thrusted into you. Free hand rubbing lazy circles on your clit. "You think you can dom me?" A dark chuckle leaving his lips as he stares at you over your shoulder, "You wanna be on top? I'll fuck you on top"

He will cover you in marks and bruises, left by his lips. Or his hands.

He will tie you to the bed, laying between your legs tongue working your clit until you came undone on his mouth.

He is the king of aftercare. He keeps a little box under your bed that if filled with snacks and water and a first aid kit just in case, he will use whatever is needed for that time.

So fucking protective, he hates when people get to close to you. He just wants to keep you safe at all times, he wants you within arms reach at all times. Not that this can be the case all the time. And he hates it.

So he makes sure you have a com on you, so he can radio in whenever he is worried about you.

He gets you jewellery, mainly his dog tag ;)

The first time he saw you step out of the shower with nothing on other that his tag.... lets say you had to shower all over again.

It was hair pulling, skin slapping, legs shaking good.

He will take his role into every part of life. He will correct you in public, even if you two aren't using names such as princess or daddy. "You got something to say doll?" "No sir" Nowwww If you call him sir it still riles him up.

He would pin against the nearest wall in the nearest empty hall way. Hand gripping your throat. "You gonna call me sir in public and get away with it" He would hiss leaning in. "Nah ya gonna call me that again"

Long story short, he's sweet, caring and a wild card. You never know if you are gonna get the sweet side of him or the toe curling eye watering dominant side.

[dozing-marshmallow]

Hey pookie, could you do a Cody and Ezekiel x coquette (thicc) reader please. That would so make my dad since it's been very off. I hope you have a nice day

-Lover Anon

Heyaa my love, sorry I couldn’t post this sooner, I hope you’ve been doing much better since you requested and hopefully you enjoy this.

For future reference, please don’t call me pookie. The term makes me feel very uncomfortable. Thank you! ^^

CODY X COQUETTE! “THICC”! READER X EZEKIEL ONE SHOT

You and the other contestants from the show decided to go on a nice shopping spree since Chris was too much of a dick to allow it back in New York City.

Alas you stood in front of a huge store, too nice to go in solo.

Looking around for any nearby assistance, you found two of your fellow contestants, standing around, not doing anything other than ogling mannequins.

So a grin curves on your glossy lips as you sweetly call,"Cody! Ezekiel! Can you come here please?"

They hurry to you, Cody being more enthusiastic,"Yes milady?"

“I need your help! I want something new to wear!” you chirped your dilemma.

"Did you hear that, Ezekiel? A hot girl wants our help!" the geek excitedly reiterates to his companion.

Said man flashes a smile of his own and finger guns,"Leave it to the Zeeke Master."

“Just so you know, I only called you both because you two were the nearest. Don’t let this get to your head.” you hummed, making a head start into the girls’ aisle. The cutesy style of the store finally got to the two as they furiously blush for different reasons.

“Girls...” Ezekiel scoffed as he follow you,“Why do they care so much about clothes? I’ve worn this thing for the last five years!”

Cody takes a sniff and grimaces,“Yeah... I believe that.”

An hour passes and you guys were still stuck at square one.

“How about this, eh?” the homeschooled contestant suggested at some point, holding up a salmon pink cardigan.

You take one look at it, and your face tightens at the thought of putting it on your body,“What size is that?”

He checks the label,“Uhh... It says M yo.”

You cock your head sceptically,“Medium? Is there no L? Or XL?”

Cody looks through the hangers of that particular cardigan, nervously beaming,“Uh... Looks like this was the only size.”

“Seriously? And you guys thought that would fit me?” you hmphed unimpressed,“I need you to have your best owl eyes for me, okay? Thanks!”

Before Ezekiel threw the cardigan back over his shoulder, Cody pulled him in for a secret,“Hey... I saw somewhere online that when girls wear something that’s a size too small for them, they look as hot as if they’re just in a bra!”

“Aw man! Why’d you not say that before? We coulda seen something great!” Ezekiel groaned, yellow stuck between his teeth.

“Guys!” the familiar voice of femininity yelled for them.

“Coming!” they both yelled back in response.

Seven hours now. And you’re still going. Not once pausing for a break or food.

Whether it was intentional on your part or not, it seemed like you were gonna stay in here after closing hours.

Until suddenly, you declared,“I found it! I found what I was missing!”

The boys immediately raced to your side, buzzing with curiosity,"What was it? What was it?"

“This!” You squealed, holding up-

A necklace.

That small thing they could have made in the time they massacred rummaging in this girl shop.

The two had to take a break from reality when they saw that small thing in your hands.

“Are you serious? We spent hours just for you to pick something that’s barely noticeable?” Cody asked in disbelief.

“For real? You made me touch all that pink stuff for you to pick that puny thing? Not cool, man.” Ezekiel scoffed, crossing his arms.

“Lady! And this is just what I needed! It's so dainty!" you squealed, admiring yourself in the mirror,"This will go so well with my outfits!”

The boys sigh exasperated at the same time. You couldn't have just gone to a jewellery store when none of the clothes matched your liking?

Witnessing their reactions in the reflection, you decide to reward them with a kiss on their heads.

“Thanks guys! Your help's like, really appreciated. Maybe you both can help me find a wedding dress when the day comes!”

Their exhaustion melted when they felt your lips against their temples, successfully able to glance back at each other with optimism for their future errand.

“Well, that’ll be easier, right?" Cody fixes a shaky smile.

Ezekiel snorts,"I mean. It’s a white dress. They’re all similar anyway.”

“Oh no! I’m not going traditional, boys!” you merrily announce, arms high in the air,“I’m gonna have a pink sunset themed wedding!”

The optimism of both boys cut off as they could only glance back at each other with the alarm of the new knowledge circulating in each of their widened eyes.

“NOOOOOOOOO!”

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Wedding Night (Hakim Ziyech x reader) *smut

Request 1: Smut w ziyech about ur first time? You’re nervous and he’s really gentle and reassuring you and then you guys take a bath together.

Request 2: wedding night the reader loses his virginity well after the wedding night hakim teases her that she is shy except that it is totally normal it is her husband

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity

The pair of you, having finally managed to escape the wedding reception with the help of the guests flocking to the desserts buffet.  Your heels are in one hand and the other is tightly holding onto Hakim’s. You run together from the Wedding hall and to the lift that would take you to the floor of the penthouse suite he booked. You laugh breathlessly, leaning on each other when you finally reach the lift together and the doors close.

“There had to have been an easier way to do that.” you say with a smile, still trying to catch your breath and your head resting on his shoulder.

“But this was the fun way!” he explains, placing a hand on your back. You lift your head to glare at him. He holds his hands up in surrender and you shake your head, returning it back to his shoulder. The tone can be heard when the elevator doors open to your floor. You whine as the day in general has left you shattered and the final walk to your shared suite suddenly feels like miles away. Everything just feels heavy: the dress you changed into after the main ceremony felt like a cloud at first but now it's reminding you of the weights Hakim gets you to try whenever you work out together. The makeup feels suffocating on your skin and you’re so glad that the hair is minimally styled at least. 

The day went without a hitch and you couldn’t be happier that you were now officially married to the man you adored with every cell in your body. It was a blast from the very first minute of the occasion; you will fondly remember Mason among other teammates of Hakim’s trying to woo your single Moroccan friends only to fumble so badly on the dancefloor that all of you were tearing up from laughter. 

If the pair of you couldn’t make it any clearer just how madly in love you were, neither of you were even paying attention to the speeches as you all took your seats. You grew a little tired and opted to lay your head on his shoulder and play with his hand on top of the table. You were so engrossed with admiring his hand and he was so busy admiring you that neither of you even realised the guests eyeing the pair of you. During the main ceremony, he would hold up your nose ring so you could drink and eat, his hand always resting on yours otherwise. The photographer certainly got some good shots of the night, to say the least. 

Ahe whole day was a dream but the energy of the day was wearing off and quickly.

He takes note of your state and opts to carry you bridal style for the remainder of the journey. You sigh out in relief, closing your eyes until he reaches the door. You take the key card out from your small purse and stretch down to unlock the door. Hakim kicks it open, tossing you onto the king-sized bed. He takes off his blazer and works quickly to unbutton the crisp, white dress shirt he donned. You sit up, already reaching back to unzip your dress but he’s there before you, pulling it down your shoulders, letting his fingers graze your arms. You close your eyes as you saviour the feeling. Your mind vaguely registered where this was going but it wasn't enough to overcome your tiredness. You pull it down the rest of your body, letting it fall to the floor, too tired to grab a clothing hanger and place it in the wardrobe. He helps with the jewellery next, unclasping the heavy necklace and carefully placing it on the bedside table while you do the earrings and nose ring one by one. Once again, the feeling of his hands lingering on your upper back sends a chill down your spine and you shift slightly. You were starting to liven up a little now, thoughts registering properly.

You didn’t really know what to say to him, to put it lightly. You had definitely imagined this moment for a very long time and so did he. You didn’t regret waiting until marriage with him one bit, it was never something he pressured you about and it certainly didn’t stop him from expressing your love for each other. But once again, you had built this moment up in your head for a while now, you couldn’t help but overthink things. The last thing you wanted was to disappoint him and ruin such a special day. 

“We don’t have to do this today, sweetheart.” he says softly, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the side of your head. You trace the veins of his forearm as you think. You gently remove them and turn to face him. Your heart starts beating a bit faster as it's the first time he’s seen you like this. 

“No, I want this.” you reassure him and with that, his hand cups your cheek, bringing your face towards his in a soft kiss. You can’t help but melt into it as you close your eyes and savour the feeling. His arms pull you closer and you wrap your own around his shoulders, letting your hands glide over his toned body. He slowly leans towards you until you’re resting on your back and you finally break apart for breath. He’s still very close and you can feel his warm breath on your face as he pants slightly. 

“I knew you were stunning but this is something else.” he comments with a smile, eyes trailing up and down your body, and you preen in response, nerves slowly melting away into nothing.

His eyes frantically search yours for any indication of wanting to stop but you still look comfortable, even when his hands move further down and reach the cups of your bra, a thumb circling the hardened bud that was clearly poking through the delicate fabric. Your eyes flutter closed and you let out a breath you didn’t even realise you were holding. The barrier in between you begins to get on your nerves so you quickly reach your hands back to unclasp it. He helps pull it from you, throwing it someplace else in the room without giving it much of a thought. 

Your face heats up under his intense gaze as it falls to your breasts, now fully exposed to him. He pulls you in for another kiss, more desperate and needy now as the moment catches up with him. His hands wander over your chest, feeling the weight of your breasts in his hands, teasing your nipples and you gasp slightly into the kiss. He begins to trail teasing butterfly kisses from under your ear and slowly down to your neck. Once he reaches your collarbone, he leaves an experimental bite that has you arching your back in surprise and bliss. You feel him smile against your skin.

“Say the word and I’ll stop.”

“Okay.”

“At any point.” he clarifies, and you nod with a small smile. He continues with small sucks and bites that have you quietly moaning, taking his sweet time with you and trying to commit the moment to memory: the feeling of your soft skin, the little marks that decorated you, the way you sounded. He needed all of it.

Once he reaches your breasts, he rolls his tongue around the bud before sucking it lightly in his mouth, his hand gently pinching the other. You can’t hold off the sounds anymore and release a fairly loud moan as you arch your back and hold the back of his neck,  chasing after his warm mouth. You slap a hand on your mouth when you come to your senses, face heating up in embarrassment. He tuts and gently holds your wrist, pulling it away from your mouth.

“I want to hear everything, my love.” he reassures you before continuing the trail down to your tummy. His fingers trace the waistband of your underwear and although you haven't given any indication of discomfort, he feels as if he has to ask. He looks up to make eye contact with you and you nod your head slightly. He pulls it down your legs quickly and you immediately close your legs when you feel the air against your centre. 

“Sweetheart, I promise that you have nothing to be ashamed of.” he reminds you, moving back up to trap your lips in a passionate kiss. He lets your hands trail down his chest and abdomen, reaching his slacks. You fumble with the button and zip but you finally get there eventually. He moves off you to quickly remove them along with his boxers and you suck in a small breath at the sight of him. He returns to his original position, continuing the kiss as both of your hands wander over the other’s body, admiring the lines and dips that adorn you both, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin pressed flush against his with nothing in the way. One of his hands trails down to your centre, taking a swipe through your soaked folds. You gasp into his mouth and his eyes open, concern evident in his features.

“Shall I stop?” he whispers against your lips, already removing his hand but you quickly wrap his wrist and move it back to its original place as you shake your head vigorously. 

“No! Please don’t! You just took me by surprise, that's all.” you explain and he nods slightly, mouth returning to yours. He can feel your muscles twitching already as his finger circles your clit and you whine into his mouth. If the sight of you wasn’t enough to excite him (which it was), the sight of you writhing and squirming from the pleasure he was giving you definitely would. You feel him press against your thigh and move a hand down to return the favour for him. He moans into your mouth, hips bucking slightly in response to your warm hand around him for the first time. The finger on your clit gets rougher and rougher and your soft moans increase in volume with every brush of it against your swollen bud. He switches to use his thumb as his index feature teases your hole.

“Is this okay?” he asks, eyes flickering over your face, looking for signs of discomfort as he slowly pushes the slender digit in. you wince slightly and he immediately stops, on the other hand smoothing over your heated cheek as you get used to the feeling of the intrusion. When you regain your breath, you quietly ask him to continue his movements. Soon he’s thrusting 2 fingers in and out of you, hastily rubbing your clit in tight circles while you writhe in pleasure. It’s like nothing you had ever felt before and you just can’t hold back your moans. As the tightening in your stomach climbs, your moans grow louder and more desperate as you gently buck your hips to meet his fingers. He catches onto the changes and stops his movements, slowly removing his fingers from you entirely as you whine.

You turn silent when you feel his tip swiping up and down your folds, teasing your hole.

“Do you want me to keep going?” he asks, eyes once again filled with concern at your silence. You nod your head vigorously, opening your eyes to meet his sparkling brown ones, pupils now blown as he stares at you.

“Please… I need you” you mutter breathlessly, bringing his head down so you could feel his lips on your once again. You feel him prodding at your entrance but his kisses distract you, putting you in a comforting trance as he slowly pushes in. your mouth falls open at the stretch and you squeeze your eyes shut. The sting is a stark contrast to how soft he’s being. The grip you have on his shoulders tightens, nails digging in and leaving small crescent shapes carved into them and he hisses, pausing his movements to allow you to adjust. Soon the wait becomes unbearable for both of you and he gets his confirmation.

“Can I keep moving, please” he asks, nearly begging. The nod of your head is all he needs to keep going until he’s finally bottomed out. Your legs shake lightly as you get used to the feeling of him inside you. You can barely kiss him back as you huff and pant, the pain slowly but surely transforming into pleasure as he’s nestled against your spot. A small shift of your hips sends him into a pleasureful haze as he feels your warmth and wetness shift around him.

“Move.” you whisper, barely audible and he thinks he knows but he has to make sure. 

“What?”

“Please move?” you whimper, shifting your hips again to relish the friction. He nods gently, hands taking their place on your hips as he pulls out to deliver another slow thrust. The feeling of you clamping around him has Hakim seeing double. He tries another experimental thrust, looking at you face to make sure you’re not in any pain anymore and he’s delighted to see no such thing. 

“Does that feel good?” he asks, smiling at the way you moan in response.

His thumb circles your clit again and he slowly gets into a rhythm that sees you get louder and louder and your legs trembling. Now that you’ve finally adjusted to him, the roll of his hips against yours feels heavenly sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your pliant body as continues to kiss you.

“I love you.” he sighs, forehead pressed against yours.

“I love you too.” you breath out, hands smoothing over his back.

The room is filled with both of your blissful moans as you revel in the feeling of finally having each other in such an intimate way. The slow pace grows frustrating for the pair of you so he speeds up the roll of his hips, getting rougher and rougher with the addictive feeling of you pulsing around him and you cry out.

“Hakim I-”  you gasped as he grinds himself impossibly deep into you. 

“Me too, let go for me sweetheart.” he mutters softly, eyes fluttering down to where you’re both connected. They return to their own before he crashes his lips into yours again. You both moan loudly into each other's mouths as you reach your highs. His thrusts continue, albeit much softer, as he works to ride it drawing squeals of delight from you until you come down from it. You lay there together for a while as you try to catch your breaths, warm bodies pressed against each other until your breaths slow to normal

He manages to pry himself off you, calming down your whining with words of reassurance and gentle caresses before he leaves to grab a damp, warm washcloth. You hum in satisfaction at the feeling of it against your sensitive skin. Once he’s finished, he throws it to the side and lays on his back next to you, getting comfortable under the covers. You shuffle to lay your head on his chest and sigh happily, finally being able to snuggle with your husband.

“How are you feeling?” he asks nervously, hoping that he didn’t overstep or or hurt you at any point. the idea of causing you any pain or not noticing it made his stomach churn. he can't describe his relief with your response.

“Amazing.” you gleefully reply, eyes drooping as the events of the day fully catch up with you. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head with a smile before falling into a peaceful slumber not too long after you tap out.

You wake up in the exact same spot, eyes struggling to adjust to the light that was starting to flood into the room. On first instinct, you look up to see your husband peacefully sleeping and you can't help but smile. Your hand moves to trace his facial features and admire him. The feeling of your soft hands leaving feather-light touches eventually wakes him up with a smile already plastered on as he looks down to meet your loving gaze.

“Good morning, Mrs Ziyech.” you roll your eyes at the cheesiness and hide your head. 

“Good morning Mr Ziyech.” you mumble and he chuckles quietly, it's still too early to be any louder. His hand draws random shapes on your back as you lay in silence for a while, the events of the night prior flicking over, widening the smiles on both of your faces. 

“We need a bath.” he declares and you nod your head with a sigh, shortly moving off him to stand but you’re immediately unsteady. You huff, quickly opting to sit on the bed again. With this, he quickly rises, carrying you once more to the luxurious bathroom, placing you down onto the closed toilet seat as he gets the bath running to the right temperature. He gives you a choice between the different scented bubbles and you opt for lavender, to which he obliges, pouring some of it into the warm water. He gently places you in first before getting in behind you and hugging you, nose pressed into the crook of your neck. His hands wander over your figure, gently massaging the sore muscles, once again trying to commit everything to memory as the water lulls you both into another peaceful silence, soreness washing away already.

Neither of you knew what the future held but you had enough faith and hope in each other to feel excited about it. You trusted each other with everything, the bond keeping you together held strong and you felt confident that so long as you had each other, you could take on anything. You two were truly a match made in heaven and this was only one step to reaffirm it. All you needed was each other.

This was a very highly covetted request haha. i hope i did it justice and i hope u enjoy, lovelies xxx

[ai-satin-chic]

Most men buy their girlfriends flowers, sexy lingerie or jewellery. At least, that's what Rachael thought.

But her boyfriend was quite different. He wasn't exactly rich, but he'd spend almost all of his paycheck every month buying her pretty party and wedding dresses. Even stranger, he'd buy the shapewear that went alongside the dresses, so they would look just perfect on her. Perhaps her boyfriend just had a good eye for dress design, she thought.

One of his strangest quirks was always wanting Rachael to wear the dresses in the bedroom. She didn't mind - the dresses were really pretty and would always really get her boyfriend "in the mood".

The main problem was the dresses were starting to take over the house. They were stuffed in drawers, cupboards and hangers everywhere. Every room had boxes of dresses, petticoats, shoes and even wedding veils overflowing. As Rachael slid a pair of heels on, the doorbell rang - another delivery had arrived.

[reilikeslifting]

Hi! I got a question.

A store chain I'd like to shõp ãt has no tags on their items and so far I've had no problem cõllëctīng small pieces (jewellery). But in their changing rooms there are stickers that say "All items are secured invisibly and deactivated after purchasing".

Does that mean anything?

Much love xx

i dont THINK so. i believe it’s a scare tactic! one way that you can test this is by walking past the entrance while still “shopping” aka holding an item on a hanger in plain sight. then drop one of your belongings and try to make it fall outside of the store, maybe something that can roll? like a lipgloss!!! simply leave the store to get your item and come back in. if the towers go off, it’s tagged. if they don’t, it’s a lie! and if they do go off and a worker sees you just be like oops sorry i was just grabbing my lipgloss! hope this helps <33

[milksockets]

machteld van joolingen's 'dancer hanger' in new directions in jewellery ii - lin cheung, beccy clarke + indigo clarke (2006)

[bullet-prooflove]

Choices!Series Part One: Diamonds Vostanik Sabatino x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @novamariestark @words-and-seeds @thiashazzywriting @whateversomethingbruh

It’s the undercover op that makes Sabatino ask the question. He’s back in LA on the trail of a stolen painting that’s being used as currency in exchange for nukes. It ties into a terrorist organisation he’s been hunting in Syria. NCIS have been working the case from the other end. It seems these days that your working lives seem to converge more often than not. He isn’t complaining, it means that he can be around a little more.

It becomes a joint op, the painting is being sold as part of an underground auction, you have connections to that world through an alias way back. The cover story you’d used to explain getting out of the game was that you’d gotten married, moved to New York.

It’s realistic enough. Sabatino has the accent and the attitude to pull it off. At heart he’s still a boy from Yonkers. The perfect man to play your husband.

It’s in wardrobe that he puts the rings on your finger. A platinum wedding band, and an engagement ring with a diamond the size of a moonrock. You’re playing the role of extravagant art dealer, everything about the two of you has to scream rich. It’s gaudy as fuck, he sees the face you pull, and he finds himself smiling. He knows you prefer silver, more meaningful pieces. Sapphires instead of diamonds.

“Would you do me the honour of being my fake wife?” He teases, clasping the delicate jewellery between his fingertips as he takes your hand. “We can share bullets, a pair of handcuffs.”

“When you put it like that how can I refuse?” You smile as he slides the ring onto your finger.

It’s when he looks up, his dark eyes meeting yours that he feels something shift. He has a glimpse into his future, the one he wants with you. He envisions marrying you, somewhere intimate, surrounded by the people that love you as much as he does.

“Do you…” He trails off looking down at the platanium wedding band, his thumb chasing over it lovingly. “Do you ever think about doing this for real?”

“Yea.” You say quietly and he detects the sadness in your voice.

His eyebrows furrow into a frown as he tilts his head up to meet your gaze, a questioning look in his eyes.

“Marriage takes commitment…” You tell him and it feels like you’ve punched him in the chest.

“You don’t think I’m committed to this?” He asks you, his voice lowering an octave, becoming more rough, more gravelly. “To us?”

“I think your job allows you to have one foot out the door. It’s been working for us the last few years but marriage…” You swallow hard against the ache in your chest as you force the words out. “For me it represents security, stability.”

“And you need that.” He says resolutely, pursing his lips together grimly before he pulls away, your hand slipping from his. He picks up the matching suit jacket from the hanger before he pulls it on over his shoulders. “I gotta go update my people.”

“Nik…” You say and he holds his hand up to wave you off.

“Don’t worry about it.” He tells you as he starts to walk away. “We had to get it out in the open at some point right?”

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