#so instead of early evening it became late evening and stayed that way

[cupids-chamber]

𖤐 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 . . reason he realized he wanted to be your forever . . .

Gender neutral reader | Dorm leaders . . . A valentines day special

★ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Riddle over complicated things quite a bit—well . . . in simple terms, he overexerted himself for an ideal image of perfection. As it was something he was taught and bred to sought after. He feels uneasy in many cases, he's not the best at reading to room all the time, and he even has a hard time responding to comfort or comforting people.

Which is why he was so surprised and overwhelmed by how laid back you were, it was as if he had met the opposite of himself in a sort of way. The way you seemed so careless and oblivious to possible negative outcomes of your risqué actions, all came as a foreign feeling to him.

Yet, he remembers being paired with you for a project of sorts once, and at the time he didn't know how to feel about you—he supposed he saw you as an unreachable figure, someone he wishes he was. . . However, one memory of that project stuck out, the day you both spent hours on end, well into the night chatting instead of doing your work. It started off with small talk in-between the project work, which turned into a debate of sorts. Then it became a full on conversation that seemed to refuse ending.

Riddle from then on often got into these hefty conversations with you, and he began to realize just how calm you made him . . . you eased his nerves. You made him feel just as free and laidback as he viewed you.

Until one day, late at night, on a call where you admitted some things that came as a shock. And his perception of you began to reform, he realized just how similar you both were. It was as if he was looking into a mirror of himself, yet the reflection was able to respond back to him and refute his current ideals.

He found you admirable, he found you a curious figure, one he'd love to know more about, one he'd love to know . . . one he'd love to call his.

★ 𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓

Vil, had always been an early bird, it was the best way to start the day in his mind. The earlier he wakes up, the more time he has to spend throughout the day. Sleeping late and waking up even later would ruin his complexion—and the very routine he thoroughly crafted over the years. Yet when he met you, he quickly discovered that you were the exact opposite of what he was.

You were a night owl, an insomniac. He struggles to try and get you to bed, he struggles to try and get you to sleep, too close those expressive eyes of yours and head into the vast world of dreams.

Yet as the days progressed, he couldn't help but stay up on call for you, passing his usual sleeping hours into much later hours just to hear the pleasant sound of your voice, the tired edge to it that he adores. He continuously consoled himself with the fact that he was just doing so to make sure you slept, but soon his schedule had shifted to fit your more irregular one.

And when you both moved in together, he began realizing the subtle shifts you made. How you'd sleep earlier, how you'd wake up around the time he would, how you'd always be ready to join him for breakfast no matter how cranky.

Perhaps that was what made him realize, that he'd prefer to see your face every morning, awake or asleep . . .

★ 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀

It was rare for someone to be unafraid of Malleus, perhaps you were . . . stupid? Maybe dense . . . But he held no judgement, rather he was over the moon to be able to be close so to someone other then his small social group of Diasomnia students.

He adored quite a lot about you, the way you'd patiently listen to what he had to say, the way you'd treat him ever so casually compared to the former. He didn't want it to end, the soft lingering touches, the tone of your voice, the way your eyes seemed to express each detail of your emotions—the way your lips curved into an slightly unpleasant smile, when you greeted someone you disliked—He was very pleased to know he wasn't one of the latter.

He seemed to like almost every inch of you, to the point where he himself wasn't fully aware of how he felt . . . until he and you decided to go on a picnic, and he saw you smiling so brightly, and freely, the sun radiating off of your face—his heart began skipping a beat—and he realized that he wanted nothing more then that bright smile to be directed to him, always and forever.

★ 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑

Leona was a particularly laid back figure, watching you from afar as you did—what were you doing in the botanical garden anyways?, he questioned in the back of his head, still tired and groggy. You always came around at this time to the gardens, with seemingly no plan in your mind. Perhaps you enjoyed disturbing his sleep? As you always seemed to approach him with a smile.

Leona just doesn't seem to understand what you view your relationship as, possibly friends? Well he could care less. He doesn't find you amusing to say the least, coming into his hiding spaces and ruining his peaceful slumber. Usually by now he'd cause a scene, but for some reason the way you rambled on and on about your day didn't irritate him as much as he wanted it too . . . At least then he'd have an excuse to send you away.

Leona didn't like having you around, he made that quite abruptly clear. Yet the week you were away, he found himself eyeing you out of the crowd, and he surprisingly grew even more upset when he couldn't find you. He assumed you had matched his energy and decided to finally leave him alone.

And yet, he was upset.

It only came crashing down on him when he saw you again, after a week, you went on explaining you were sick—or something—he stopped listening a while ago . . . As the realization slowly creeped in, that he couldn't imagine, or rather didn't want to imagine another day without your stupid rambling.

★ 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎

Azul's crush on you seemingly formed from how giving you were, not expecting anything in return—well . . . actually it was when you offered him an water bottle because he looked dehydrated randomly out of no where and expected nothing in return, clearly you were designed for him—Floyd knocked him out of his train of thought.

Azul and you have been going out for an while, and he puts so much effort into his appearance—The amount of annoyed signs he had to deal with from both the tweels due to his lovesick behaviorisms is endless.

Yet none of the above was what resulted in him wanting to be with you forever . . . he did intend to marry you someday . . . but what stuck to him is how you always noticed—it surprised him, made him a bit afraid, but most of all it made him feel important and loved.

He loved the way you knew how he felt, the way you even accidently end up noticing the effort he put in, the way you always know what to say, the way that when he has something to say, you listen, the way you never judge his questionable actions . . . all of this made him realize that he wanted you . . . all of you . . .

★ 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋-𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌

Kalim was a social butterfly, and you were an ambivert who was easily drained in social interactions. You were seemingly more anxious then usual, a bit trippy as you stepped out of one of those Scarabia grand parties. Starring at the ground as you settled down, surprisingly not caring for the dirt that would get on your outfit. The area of Scarabia was surprisingly clean.

And out of the corner of Kalim's eye, he spotted you, through the window, he assumed you were one of the many people who could use some encouragement to return back into the party—he's well aware many could grow anxious in such a crowded area. And though you've had your fair share of big crowds, he was correct this time around.

Yet when Kalim's eyes found yours outside, the tired sigh you let out, the way your hands gently pressed down on your temple in an attempt to calm down made him realize . . . that you were the one.

★ 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃

Idia always enjoyed playing games with you—spending time with you, you were a bit more tolerable then most people to say the least. He could even compare your company to that of Ortho's . . . well almost at the very least.

You were a comforting and refreshing presence, who always seemed to encourage healthier habits onto him, and for some odd reason he strived to garner some sort of acknowledgement or praise for him doing the things you wanted . . . even though most of them were basic needs like making sure he drank a certain amount of water, and took his medication . . . you always made it known that you were proud.

It was odd, slowly and effectively you had his routine changed, the changes started small until they were noticeable. He found himself going the extra mile for you . . . but what surprised him the most, was that you were also willing to go the extra mile for someone like him.

Forever is a long time, and originally he thought it would be just his little brother and him, but perhaps . . . no, he wanted you apart of it as well.

— 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

For Malleus's part, imagine your only friends being your siblings . . . haha . . . can't be me . . . (They're a decade younger then me)

For Kalim's part, you can't tell me he's not delusional, he seems like the type to see someone and decide, they're the one.

For Leona's part, tried sounding like him, I needed the slight asshole-ness to mix with the soft fluffy scenario.

I like my Azul with a small hint of delulu.

Might be a bit rushed in parts but I wrote this at 3am after going thru it . . .

Also, my blog was made on Valentines day so happy blog birthday to me!

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[narislvr]

── simp!abby drabble p.2 ₊˚ෆ

,, cws? none. pure fluff ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ ── 750 words.

,, abby x fem!reader ♡ / college au

ᝰ.ᐟ continuation of this post !! -> pt III

₊˚ෆsimp!abby who can't help but fall in love all over as you doze off in her arms.

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abby's not the type to fall easily. whether it be from the fear of getting hurt or her own stubborn want to focus on building her career and herself, romance just hadn't been a critical necessity in her life. but in the rare chance she does, she falls hard.

she had convinced you to spend the night at her dorm room, her roommate had gone out for the night leaving the room to her disposal and what better way to end the night than to have you wrapped in her arms?

you had protested at first, not wanting to keep her from being well rested for the annoyingly early class she had the next morning.

but fuck, the way she looked at you with a pleading glint in her eyes followed by the gentle kiss to the corner of your lips as she promised this would only help her rest better, had you giving in with a defeated smile.

strong arms wrapped around your waist as she buried her face into the crook of your neck, breathing in the remnants of the soft vanilla scented body spray while you quietly spoke about something she wasn't entirely paying attention to.

not that she didn't want to pay attention.

she just couldn't.

how could she when the woman of her dreams was laying beside her? on her bed, back hitting her chest as you wore one of her old Bruce Springsteen t-shirts in order to not wrinkle the pretty top you had been wearing earlier. (in reality she just wanted to see you in her clothes, but she wouldn't admit it when you jokingly teased her about it.)

It just all seemed so surreal to her.

Like, how in the world had she gotten so lucky?

sure, she had always cringed at the "lesbians move fast" stereotype finding it rather silly and unsenseicle, but in that moment she completely understood why.

as your voice became nothing more than a sleepy mumble, abby couldn't help but imagine future mornings where you two would be in the same position in your shared bed, under the roof of your own house, a dog laying at the foot of your bed as she talked about her day, you humming in response as you turned to face your then wife, cutting off her ramble with a tired kiss.

was she getting ahead of herself? Oh definitely.

and yet she couldn't help but long for that future to come true.

she’d only known you for a little over five months, but she already knew she wanted matching stockings by the fireplace, stolen kisses under the first snow, the smell of morning coffee, your charming smile as you woke up beside her, and she hoped you wanted that too.

the thought of all that alone was enough to send her into a lulling sleep. the best she's had in a while honestly, and she'd use that the following morning with a playful "I told you so" as she poked fun at your earlier hesitancy of staying over.

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"thought your first class was at seven, why the hell is your alarm on for five?" you groan, woken up by abbys morning alarm as you turn to face your equally tired and sheepish girlfriend.

"morning run, hon. It's a good way to start the day," abby would hum, placing a sleepy kiss to your forehead in apology.

there was no morning run that day however, as she instead decided to sleep in another hour and set another alarm to get ready for class later.

──

“text me when you get to your dorm, alright? I’ll let you know when i get back from my last class so we can have lunch together.”

“i will, don’t worry, abbs. see you later then?”

she would rather spend the day cuddled up in bed with you, but alas, she couldn’t be too greedy, so instead she nods. her hands come up to caress your cheeks gently, pressing yet another kiss to her forehead as she smiles down at you. she only pulls away as you tease her that she’s going to be late, and even then, it was begrudgingly.

as she leaves the building, she can’t help the dopey smile on her face as the cool winter air hits her skin.

god, you had her wrapped around her finger and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

[bloatedandalone04]

Open Invitation

➪the one where hayden’s day off with you gets interrupted.

Warnings: smut, fluff, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, established relationship, interrupted smut, sexting, teasing, swearing (omg), part 2 is where the fun begins...

Word Count: 4k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

The fact that Hayden was given the day off today was a miracle. He had been in and out of the house so often that he was beginning to feel overworked, but he would never say that out loud. 

He loves his job and loves what he gets to do, so he would never voice out the few downsides he felt came with it. 

The biggest downside was his limited time he had with you before he had to be on set. How limited? Some days it was non-existent as he was usually out of the house before you even woke up. Other days it was a mere few minutes before he was running the risk of being late. 

It also didn’t help that he was always exhausted whenever he returned home, so he couldn’t stay up late and spend the rest of the night with you like he wanted. 

This project was a bit different than the others, though. Instead of needing to leave you for months on end, the film was being made on a set that was half an hour from where you two lived, so he got to wake up and go to sleep next to you every night. It was a change he quickly found himself growing accustomed to, although he knew that he’d have to actually leave you again in the future once this movie was done. 

For now, he was content with coming back home to you after a long day’s worth of filming. 

Today he had no scenes to film and was given the day off, something he had told you about beforehand so you weren’t waking up early to see him off like you always tried to do. It was nearing ten in the morning when he woke up, the extra four hours of sleep he got had left him feeling more rested than he had in a while. 

Looking to his left, Hayden squinted at the small stream of sunlight that crept through the gap in the black-out curtains and left a line of light that stretched across the room. He felt you shift beside him and he turned to look at you, a small smile gracing his lips when he realized that you were holding his right hand in both of yours, still lost in sleep.

His left hand, adorning the silver band you put on him a few months prior on what could only be described as the best day of his life, reaches over and tucks your hair behind your ear. Your eyes moved behind your eyelids and he briefly wondered what you were dreaming about before the urge to take you into his arms became too much to resist. 

It had been weeks since he was able to just hold you in the comfort of your own bed without having to rush afterwards. He missed you, despite still seeing you everyday. Maybe he was selfish, but he strongly believed that no time would ever be long enough when it came to you. 

He inched closer to you, keeping his hand locked in yours as he moved his head down to place a kiss to your collarbone. In his defense, your smooth skin was just asking for it, the way his oversized shirt hung loosely off your shoulders, exposing a fair amount of your skin to him. He places another kiss to your shoulder, and another to the base of your neck.

You moved slightly, your sleeping self tilting your head back and holding onto his hand tighter. He couldn’t help the prideful smirk that formed on his lip at how responsive you always are for him, even while you’re sleeping.

Without waking you up, Hayden somehow managed to move so he was hovering over you, the sheets loosely wrapped around his waist and his hand still clasped in yours. He leans down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, his lips turning upwards when he sees your eyes open to meet his. “Good morning,” he said against your skin, allowing you to pull your hand from his so you could caress the side of his face.

Humming quietly, a lazy smile formed on your lips. “It is now,”

Hayden hummed back, a smirk forming on his lips as his mouth moved further down your body. “Just good?” He asks, pressing a kiss to the skin of your stomach, his shirt you stole having lifted and exposed your lower abdomen to him. “I can think of a way to make it better.”

His words have your chest tightening in excitement. “Oh, yeah?” You ask, biting down on your lower lip to stop the growing grin as sleep slowly begins leaving your body. “How?”

A kiss was placed on your hip, then another on the opposite one, before his teeth were tugging on the thin lace that covered your core. “By having you come around my tongue within minutes after waking up,”

Your face heats up at his words, a deep blush fanning across your cheeks as he tugs the fabric down your legs. “Hm, looks like someone woke up wanting me,” you tease, instinctively reaching down to grab his left hand as you felt his breath against your heat. 

“I always wake up wanting you,” he replied before his tongue poked out and licked a stripe up your folds, eliciting a sharp inhale from you. Your free hand immediately reached for his hair, the strands a freshly dyed dark brown for his role. 

Hayden wasn’t one to turn away from physical changes to his appearance for his roles, whether that be in the form of a new hair color, weight loss or gain, or a fair amount of facial hair that needed to be grown. You remembered the time when he had to gain more than a couple of pounds in muscle for his role as Anakin for Revenge of the Sith, and you vividly remember how infatuated you had become with his body and his determination to reach his goal.

His dedication to his job was a massive turn on, so you were more than happy to indulge in his latest appearance change, even if it wasn’t a drastic one. 

Hayden with dark hair was just…..damn near edible, for a lack of better words.

His words go right through you and you can’t help but agree with him, “I wake up wanting you, too,” you barely get out, your voice sounding more breathy than normal. 

He grinned against you, his eyes fixated on yours as he focused his attention on the small bundle of nerves just above where he licked a stripe. You tear your eyes away from his as you turn your head, the bright red numbers of the clock on his nightstand staring back at you.

10:03 AM.

You bite your lip in a grin, your hand tightening its hold on his as you take in the fact that you’d have him all to yourself for the whole day. It was rare for him to get days off in the middle of filming a movie, so you were taking what you could get with open arms. 

And, as per his request, open legs.

Your eyes meet his once again as you sink further into the pillow, and the look he gave you while his tongue circled your clit had a loud moan leaving your lip. He looked at you with hooded eyes, his piercing blue irises staring into yours as his arm wraps under your thigh and his hand presses against your hip. 

“Fuck,” you nearly laugh in disbelief at just how lucky you had gotten. The hottest guy you had ever seen in your life was your husband, and was currently waking you up in the best way possible. 

Hayden smirks at your reaction, his tongue gently but firmly massaging your clit.  You softly tug on his hair, the deep groan he lets out sending a searing jolt up your body. Your hips try to lift but are unable to due to his tight hold on you, his hand pinning you back down. “Do you like it when I do that?” He asks, his voice deep and eyes dark with lust.

You nod, a hum of confirmation leaving your lips.

“Mhm,” he hummed back, creating another wave of vibration through you. 

“Fuck,” you press your brows together at the feeling, refraining from bucking your hips upwards as you knew he would just hold you down. “Do that again.”

Hayden’s tongue swirled around your nerves before his open mouth closed around them, sucking your clit as he moaned around it. 

Your eyes roll back as your legs begin to shake, the stimulation becoming too much to handle a mere five minutes after waking up. Still, you allowed him to continue.

A sharp breath leaves you when his teeth graze over the nerve, your stomach twisting in an all too familiar feeling. Your back arches then immediately falls back down onto the bed when his phone went off from its place on his nightstand. 

Your high quickly fades away as his mouth leaves your core and he lifts himself up, the sheets falling from his form as he reaches over to grab the still ringing phone. 

“Are you serious?” You ask as you try to regulate your breathing.

“Sorry,” he says as he kneels next to you. “I meant to turn this off last night.”

Hayden was about to ignore the call when he saw the name of the assistant director. His brows furrowed as he held his finger up, half to silence your annoyed whine and half to let you know that he had full intention on picking up where he left off once he was done with the call.

He was met with the assistant’s pitiful voice when he answered the call on the fourth ring. “Hey, I’m really sorry, Mr Christensen,” he started and Hayden felt his heart fall, already knowing exactly what this call was about. “But we actually need you on set today. I apologize for the late notice, I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

He could’ve rolled his eyes at the irony of those words. ‘Actually, yeah, you are’ he wanted to say but held back, instead settling on giving you a forced smile as you took his free hand in yours. “No, not at all,” he says and watches as you turn his wedding band around his finger a few times, boredom quickly falling over you. “What time am I expected to be there for?” 

He hated that he was asking that, and he hated the way your eyes widened slightly as you tried to figure out what they were talking about. Hayden could only hope that he had at least a few more hours with you before he was called off to set.

“Yeah, um,” Charlie, the assistant, trailed off and a rummaging sound was heard in the background. “We were hoping you were able to come in, say….right now?”

Hayden’s eyes left you as his head fell back in a silent groan. He stared up at the ceiling in dread, feeling the bed dip as you pushed yourself up to copy his kneeling stance. “Right,” he started, feeling your hands tug on his arm in an attempt to get him to look at you. It worked as his guilty eyes met your confused expression. “Uh, yeah, that’s….fine. I’ll be there soon.”

Your face falls at his words and he barely hears the relieved cheer from Charlie before he’s hanging up and frustratingly tossing his phone onto the bed. You watch as it hits the soft comforter before you look back up at him. “What was that?” You ask but fear you know damn well what it was. “Do not tell me you just got called onto set.”

The conflicted look he gave you was all the confirmation you needed.

“Oh, my- and you said yes?” Any and all rational and reasonable thoughts were out the window at this point. 

He gave you a look. “I kind of had to,”

You whine and fall back onto the pillows, your hands reaching for the sheets as you huff. “I cannot believe you woke me up, went down on me but didn’t let me finish, and now you’re leaving just when things were getting good,” you mutter before adding, “And doing all that on your off day? Unbelievable.”

You weren’t mad, not really. You understand how unpredictable his job can be, so you’re usually prepared for things like him getting called in on his days off, or him having to cancel plans.

You just wish the timing wasn’t this bad.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he leans over to place a kiss to your head before quickly getting up. He throws on a t-shirt and dark jeans in a matter of seconds, completing the simple look with one of his many hats in an attempt to cover his messy hair - the result of your relentless tugging. “I’ll make it up to you.” 

He grabs his phone from the bed and his keys from the nightstand before looking at your unmoving form still half under the covers. 

He laughs at the grumpy look you wore. “I promise,” he says before heading towards the door. He pauses halfway under the frame, his hand on the doorknob. “I love you.”

You fight off a smile and cross your arms as he waits for you to say it back. “I love you, too,” you give in and watch as a grin takes over his face before he’s closing the door behind him.

-

It was probably in Hayden’s best interest to have not woken you up this morning as it was nearing twelve in the afternoon and you had yet to be able to fall back asleep. 

You were far too turned on to ignore the constant throbbing in your core, no matter how many times you tossed and turned. The ache just didn’t go away, and your husband was the one to blame.

You longed to feel the soothing muscle of his tongue on your most private part again, itched to have his hands pinning down your hips and moans pulsating through your core.

He was a tease, you came to that conclusion pretty quickly when you realized that there was no way you’d be able to go back to sleep. Not with the emptiness between your legs and the build up of your high still lingering in your body.

It only made sense that if he got to get you all riled up then leave, you could also do the same to him. Sort of.

You wouldn’t be able to leave him as he was on a closed off set, and if you were being honest, you didn’t feel like using your set pass to go rile him up in person, anyway. 

Throwing off the sheets, you lazily push yourself up and off the bed.

In the bathroom connected to your shared room, you prop yourself up on the marbled countertop, the hem of his shirt reaching just past the middle of your thighs. You grab your phone and snap a picture of yourself from your shoulders down, your chest, torso and thighs being the only things shown. Still, you knew the sight of your bare legs would get a reaction out of him, even if it was just a small one.

Still upset you left so suddenly this morning :( I miss you

You add the photo and send it to him, not entirely sure when he’d be able to get the chance to see it.

 His response came quicker than you expected it to - a mere five minutes after you sent the photo.

Hayden <3: I’m sorry :( I miss you, too. I like that photo, wish I could see your pretty face, though. 

A blush spreads across your cheeks as you read his text, a feeling of mischief rising inside you. You jump down from the counter and make your way back into the room, running the tip of your finger along the wooden surface of the dresser. Pulling open the top drawer, you hold back a smirk as you pick up the light pink lace you only wear on special occasions. 

There was nothing special about today, but the plan currently brewing in your head was just too good to pass up. 

-

Hayden carried a feeling of guilt within him during the entire drive to set, and even carried it during the filming of his scenes. 

Part of him was mad at the crew as he was promised a day off, one he was given weeks in advance and one he had all planned out, and the other part of him was….well..horny. 

Going down on you wasn’t just for your pleasure, but also for his. He loved doing it, loved the sounds you made with his head between your thighs, and loved how responsive you always are to him. 

He wished he was with you right now. He had been counting down the days until he was able to stay in and spend a full day with you, who was always so understanding and someone he was beyond grateful for. Hayden was convinced there was no one else in the world better than you. 

There was no telling when he’d be given another day off, with reshoots and edits and all that coming after he finishes filming. He just wants one day, one day to have you all to himself without worrying about his job, one day to do whatever he pleases. 

The next few months will be brutal.

My Wife: I can show you something better than just my pretty face ;)

Hayden had very little time to prepare himself for the sight he was met with when he clicked on the photo. 

Attached to your text was a picture of your chest, the length of your body on full display except for the parts he desperately wanted to see, which were covered by the pink lace set you had worn more than once. His favorite. 

He couldn’t be more grateful that he was given a few minutes to himself before he was due for his next scene. 

Bringing his phone closer to him and away from the multiple crew members that were in the same room as him, he hastily types out his reply before trying to keep himself calm.

Don’t do this to me.

Please.

He should’ve known you wouldn’t give up easily. And part of him didn’t want you to. An even bigger part of him wanted you to continue to send him pictures like the one you just sent now, this one being a close up of your chest with one of the straps of the bra falling from your shoulder.

My Wife: Do what?

My Wife: I’m just giving you some motivation to get home faster.

He was so screwed.

He wasn’t able to type out another reply before the screen switched to one that showed an incoming call from you. He answered almost immediately, turning away from the crew and refraining from running his hand through his recently styled hair. “Y/n,” he says rather than greeting you in the usual way and you only laugh quietly on the other end, making his heart skip a beat at the sound. 

“Hi, honey,” you say cheerfully, twirling your hair around your index finger as you sat on the edge of the bed you had just made. “Did you like my pictures?”

“You need to stop,” he says, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.

He could picture the pout you wore as you ask, “Why? Don’t you like them?” Your voice gave away any act you were trying to put on as your words dripped with a teasing tone. “I took them just for you. Here, this one is better.”

The phone vibrated against his ear and he pulled it away just as another picture flashed on the screen, this one being of your lower half. The lace was pulled high up, revealing only an inch or two of your core and he was now beginning to feel desperate again, wanting so badly to be back at home with you. Heat washes over his body and he groans in both desperation and dread at what was bound to happen if you kept teasing him like this. “Baby, stop,”

Your laugh meets his ear once again as he brings his phone back up to plead with you. He was seconds away from being called back to set and there was no way he’d return when he felt as though all of his blood had rushed to his length. “If that’s what you want,” you trail off as you lay back against the bed, your free hand resting dangerously low on your stomach. “I guess I’ll just have to find something else to entertain myself with.”

“I’m sorry, angel,” he sighs and rubs his forehead as he meets the director’s eyes. He gestures for him to come back over and Hayden nods quickly and turns back around. “I’ll be home as soon as I can, I promise, I-”

He abruptly stops talking when he hears a sound he had heard from you too many times to count now. The hushed whisper you had let out when he was saying his goodbyes….it was borderline a moan. There was no way you’re…touching yourself, right? 

He stays silent and waits a few seconds to see if you would make another noise, secretly wanting to hear you again.

When you remain silent he tries again. “I gotta go, baby, I’ll see you soon-” 

Another quiet whimper leaves your lips and successfully shuts him up for the second time. “How soon?” You murmur and let out a low hum as your wandering hand travels further down your body. “You know I can get impatient sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” He forces out a laugh before dropping his voice to a lower tone. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing right now?” 

He wasn’t sure why he was asking, or what he even wanted the answer to be. He’d no doubt become even more turned on, but he’d also feel a bit frustrated that it wasn’t him who was touching you. 

“I might be,”

“Seriously?” He groaned then quickly moved away when one of the stage crew members gave him a funny yet concerned look. His voice dropped in a hushed whisper, “This isn’t fair.”

“I can’t help it,” you defend yourself weakly as the tip of your index finger finds the semi-sensitive outline of your clit through the pink lace. “You made me feel so good this morning, baby, then you just left. That was pretty unfair, too, Hayden.”

“I know,” he groaned out, glancing back at the director and giving a quick thumbs up to let him know that he was almost done. “I wish I was there with you right now….wish that I was inside you. I miss your taste so much.”

His words make your finger pause as they sink in, the filth masked behind his kind voice unfamiliar. Usually it was you who did most of the dirty talk, so to hear it come from him was rare yet it never failed to leave you breathless, hopelessly clenching around nothing. 

“I’d do anything to be back at home with you, to hear those beautiful sounds you make for me,” he was returning the teasing completely now, your plan backfiring and now leaving you both sexually frustrated beyond belief. “To be buried so deep in you. I can’t stand to be away from you, pretty girl.”

A desperate whimper leaves your lips, unknowingly making Hayden’s jeans tighten a bit, and you sigh heavily. 

You bring your hand back up and rest it over your stomach once again, deciding to hold off until you see him later on, no matter how badly you wanted to feel a sense of relief. “Then hurry up and film your scenes so you can get back home to me,”

-

Part 2

[angelic-sturniolos111]

The Right Words 🧸

Chris begins to question his opinions on commitment and relationships after being close friends with you for months. Chris’s feelings for you have grown stronger, but he can’t quite articulate his affection for you. Instead of using his words he makes a romantic gesture to show you how he feels.

chris sturniolo x fem! reader

warnings: none, just chris being super shy and fluffy

author’s note: kinda inspired by stuff he’s said ab relationships and how “too much love” kinda scares/intimidates him

not proofread lmao

Chris’s POV:

Matt had invited Y/N to come hang at our house while we record our podcast episode for the week. It wasn’t unusual for Y/N to always be around, she was our friend, but I hadn’t opened up to my brothers about how I truly feel about her.

She moved to LA a few months back and we all met her at some influencer party, and she hit it off with us immediately. First, it started with the four of us going out to record content, going bowling, thrifting, things like that. Eventually, we all grew closer with her and she started hanging out at our house a lot more, and often sleeping over. The first time she had slept over was after Nick and Matt had already gone to bed, and since she didn’t want to wake them she slept in my room with me. After that night I guess my room became the unofficial-Y/N-sleepover room because she has always spelt in my room every time since.

I immediately found Y/N attractive when we met— she’s a very pretty girl. I’ve always had closer girl friends in my circle, and even if I think any of them are pretty, my feelings never go beyond that— it’s always platonic. I know part of that is because they just weren’t the right girl for me, but another part of me knows it’s because I don’t let myself sit in those feelings. I’m scared of commitment, relationships, things of that sort. Sure I’ve hooked up with a few girls in my day, but I’ve never had any serious romantic feelings for anyone.

Until Y/N.

That first night she slept in my room we stayed up for hours talking about everything from our favorite hockey teams to deeper emotional stuff. That became our routine when she would sleepover… always the last ones awake, and always having long in-depth conversations with one another. What started off as friendly, platonic feelings for her quickly changed after many nights spent late night talking.

As much as I loved our late night talks I honestly wanted more. I wanted early morning talks, afternoon talks, and to just be with her every second of every day. I wanted to hold her, spoil her, kiss her, and call her mine. I thought I would never feel this way about anyone before, but she makes me feel things I’ve never felt— she’s everything to me.

I recently came to the conclusion that keeping these feelings buried was starting to drive me insane, and I had to open up to someone about it.

Matt and I were currently getting in his car on the way to pick up Y/N. Before Matt put the car in drive, I spoke up;

“Hey, can I talk to you about something that’s been on my mind a lot lately? I just really need someone to talk to about it.” I say sheepishly. Matt’s eyes leave his phone to meet mine, and he instantly put his phone down giving me his full attention.

“Yeah bro of course. You can tell me anything. What’s up?” He says concerned because usually this is the other way around. Matt opening up to me about his issues. It was rare that I ever had anything on my end to discuss.

“Well it’s just,” I pause, hesitating if I should even continue. Matt puts a hand on my shoulder comforting me enough to move on.

“I have serious, and I mean serious feelings for Y/N.”

I’m not sure what I was expecting in response, but it wasn’t this…

He started laughing. LAUGHING. In my fucking face.

“Okay why are you laughing? Is something funny about any of this?” I say now a little pissed off that he wasn’t taking this seriously.

“Oh man, no no I’m sorry I’m not trying to be rude. It’s just… SO obvious.” He says and continues to laugh.

“WHAT?! IS IT REALLY?” I yell. Oh god, I hope Y/N doesn’t know and I’m not making a complete ass out of myself.

“Yes! Nick and I talk about it all the time. You may not realize it but you NEVER stop talking about her. “Y/N said this funny thing last night,” “Y/N really likes this movie,” “You know one time Y/N” Y/N Y/N Y/N. I swear every god damn sentence you utter her name leaves your mouth.” Matt mocks, but before I can interject he continues;

“Jesus not to mention the way you stare her down whenever she’s in the room. Nick and I are always laughing about it— like when he’s editing our videos and we can see that you looking at her constantly whenever she steps behind the camera? Or when we went to the beach that one time!? You saw Y/N in a bikini for the first time, and we saw you grab the towel to cover your lap because—”

“Okay OKAY! Alright, I get it! I’m not as good as hiding my feelings for her as I thought…” I cut him off before he can continue to blabber about it any more. Matt comes down from his laughing fit.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be mean. My point is is that we’ve never seen you like this with anyone before, and it’s really sweet.” Matt rests his hand on my arm reassuringly. “Well, we told her we were on our way to pick her up. If you want to I can text Nick and we can come up with some sort of excuse to leave so you guys can have some alone time together and maybe you’ll be able to talk with her about it?” He suggests.

“Yeah… it’s the talking that I’m scared of.” I look down and play with my hands in my lap. “That’s the problem. Like you said, I’ve never been like this with anyone before, and I don’t know how to put my feelings into words. If you haven’t noticed I’m not necessarily the most romantic person ever.” I say with a sigh.

Matt looks around the car seeing if anything might give him an idea. He sees the gummy worms in the center console from the last time we filmed a car video and picks them up to show me.

“Okay, candy? What about candy?” He says as if he just made some sort of scientific breakthrough.

“Kid, what the fuck are you talking about? Candy?” I laugh, completely confused.

“Yeah! We can swing by the store and you can get her her favorite candies and snacks, and you guys can watch a cute movie together or something? If you can’t tell her how you feel maybe you can show her through your actions.”

I thought about it for a second, and it honestly wasn’t a bad idea. I knew her favorite candy, snacks, movies, all that stuff. I know she loves comfy blankets for movie time. She also complains about not having a stuffed animal for her to cuddle when she sleeps over, and she usually steals one of Matt’s. All these thoughts came flooding into my head at once, and suddenly I had the best idea.

“Okay, I got it!. We’re going to need to stop at the store before we get her. You and Nick distract her when we get back to our place, and then find some excuse to leave. I have the perfect plan.” I say excitedly.

An enormous smile grows on Matt’s face. He clicks his seatbelt, and before he can back the car out of the driveway we see Nick striding out the door to the car. Matt rolls his window down.

“What the fuck are you two still doing in the driveway? I thought you were getting Y/N?” Nick says.

“Bro get in the car you’re coming with us we’ve gotta update you on Chris’s love affair!” Matt says jokingly making me laugh. Nick just rolls his eyes, and climbs in the backseat.

***

Y/N’s POV:

Chris had given me a call earlier to tell me that their manager, Laura, needed Nick and Matt for something at her house tonight so it would just be the two of us. She had apparently given them a call on their way out to pick me up so they were running late. Honestly, I was a little nervous that Chris and I would have the house to ourselves. I was always comfortable being alone with him in his room, and I’ve always hoping he’d take one of these nights to make a move. In my head I tried to convince myself he hasn’t made a move yet because his brothers were always home— worried they’d barge in and interrupt or something. I’ve had a HUGE crush on Chris, and I wasn’t super hopeful that he felt the same way because he’s never been a relationship type of guy. Plus, he always has girl friends, and I’m worried I probably just fall under the friend category in his eyes.

Finally, I see headlights shine through my front window and look to see Matt’s car in the driveway. I grab my purse and head out the door and open the car door to climb in the backseat. I was surprised to be met with Chris in the backseat, and Nick in the front with Matt.

“Fancy seeing you in the back. You’re never back here.” I say getting in my seat and clicking the seatbelt.

“Umm yeah, I— um.” Chris starts before Nick cuts him off.

“He was taking too long in the store so I hopped in the front.” I see Chris raise his eyebrows slightly at Nick, giving him a weird look.

“I didn’t know you guys went out. What were you getting?” I ask.

“Um just toiletries and stuff. Needed some, uh, shampoo.” Chris says shrugging his shoulders and breaking out eye contact. He seemed tense, but I brushed it off.

***

We pull into the driveway and I get out of the car making my way over to the trunk. The three boys get out and stand awkwardly behind the car with me.

“Did you want help bringing the stuff in?” I say and there was silence as the boys just awkwardly stared at each other, and then at me. “…From the store?” I continue.

“Oh no Chris’s got it. Matt and I wanna show you the updates we made to the podcast studio, come on!” Nick says grabbing my arm and leading me up the driveway to their front door leaving Chris behind to get stuff out of the trunk.

Matt, Nick, and I go inside and they immediately go upstairs to their studio, and I stop to hesitate at the bottom of the stairs.

“Should we wait for Chris?” I say. Matt turns around to look at me, and then shoots a glance to Nick.

“No he’s slow as fuck. Come on!” Nick yells. I laugh and make my way upstairs.

Matt and Nick start showing me decor and stuff around the studio. It honestly wasn’t anything that I haven’t already seen before, but I kept my mouth shut because it seemed very important for them to show me again. As they blabber on I see Chris run swiftly past the door, carrying a bunch of shopping bags, and going into his bedroom slamming the door. I became even more suspicious to his weird behavior.

Matt and Nick went on to me about the podcast episodes they were planning to film, but I was barely even listening since my thoughts were elsewhere. I’m snapped out of my daydreaming when Chris comes in and stands in the doorway.

“Okaaaay! You guys have to go to Laura’s, yeah?” Chris asks his brothers.

“Yes! Yes we do. Matt let’s get going!” Nick says to Matt and they eagerly start walking out of the room. Matt turns back and gives me a smile, “Have fun!” He says. Matt then gives Chris a pat on the shoulder before him and Nick make their way downstairs and out the door.

Why the hell were they all acting so weird?

I take a step towards Chris as he remains blocking the doorway.

“So, what do you wanna do?” I question, and a smirk creeps up on his face.

“I actually have a special movie night planned for us.” He says with that sweet smile of his I love so much.

“What makes it special?” I ask. He grabs my hand, making my breath hitch in my throat slightly at our touch. He leads me to his bedroom. Was this it? Was he making his move? I didn’t necessarily think he’d be so bold as to bed me right away, but I also wasn’t complaining. I thought to myself before he proves me wrong. He opens his bedroom door and leads me inside, and I smile big once I see what he’s done.

His bed is full of pillows from both his room and the spare bedroom, and they’re covered in a huge blanket. There’s another sherpa blanket on the bed with a cute teddy bear on my side where I usually sleep. On his nightstand is a bowl of popcorn, and bags of my favorite candies. He had turned his ceiling lights off and had fairy lights draped over his headboard illuminating the room. Also lighting the room was his TV which had one of my favorite Disney movies cued up ready to watch.

Chris steps back as I walk around the room taking it all on.

“Chris! This is so sweet!” I gawk as I jump into his bed and wrap myself in the softest blanket and he follows suit. We lay in his bed together in silence for a moment before he grabs the teddy bear and handing it to me with a smile. I take the bear from his hands and wrap it tight in my arms.

Chris’s POV:

“Chris, what’s all this for?” Y/N asks looking at me with her beautiful eyes.

I knew that she’d ask why I went all out. I had ran a couple scenarios of her possible questions in my head, and embarrassingly enough I may or may not have practiced what I was going to say with Nick in the car earlier…

“Well, it’s for you.” Duh? Chris I think that’s kinda obvious you dumb fuck. I don’t think any amount of practicing could’ve prepared me to face the prettiest, sweetest girl I’ve ever met in my life. I could feel my heart beating faster with each passing moment. She smiles, her eyes softening, and she scootches closer to me.

“You did all this for me? Why?” She asks sweetly. I knew she’d love the surprise, but also knew she’d be confused.

I really tried my best to prepare for this talk, but I was still so nervous. I didn’t know what to say.

I take a deep inhale before starting the conversation.

“I— I did this for you because I wanted to. Well I mean obviously I wanted to or else I wouldn’t have done this. What I mean is I want to show you what I think of you. Or, I mean, how I feel… and I— ugh.” I sigh and burry my face in my hands now completely embarrassed from my nervous rambling. “I don’t know how to use my words.” I mumble into my hands.

I feel a soft, gentle hand on mine pulling it slowly from my face, and I’m met with Y/N as her eyes lock on mine. When my hands are back down in my lap she reaches her hand up to gently cup my cheek, not breaking eye contact. Her eyes flicker from mine down to my lips, and back up to mine before speaking;

“Then don’t use your words…”

I bring my hand up to lay on top of hers cupping my cheek, and I lean in to her touch. I bring my other hand gently to the nape of her neck and pull her closer. Her face is mere inches away from mine. Our eyes breaking contact and moving to our lips. She slowly closes her eyes, and I pull her in fully and plant my lips on hers.

Her lips were soft. Sweet, even. They molded perfectly with mine as we kiss. The kiss is gentle and eager at the same time. I’ve only ever dreamed of this moment, and I can’t believe it’s finally happening.

We pull away from our kiss, our foreheads still touching. I open my eyes first to look at her, and when she opens hers a sweet smile creeps on her lips making me laugh softly.

“Hi.” I say in a whisper.

“Hi Chris.”

“I really like you, Y/N.”

“I really like you too.”

She pulls me in, this time with more force, and plants a passionate kiss on my lips.

We continue to kiss for a moment before I pull back.

“Will you be my girl?” I ask.

She smiles, nodding her head feverishly before bringing her lips back to mine and throwing her hands around my neck.

I’m in heaven.

**********

I honestly didn’t know how to end this and I’m kinda cringing but oh well.

Happy Thanksgiving y’all! 🦃

— Kay 🖤

[dearharriet]

yooo could you write a oneshot of fem reader and eddie??? maybe with a angsty prompt, like they share some sort of trauma together but have been friends for a while & eventually realize they love each other?

i actually love how this one came out :) ty for requesting! 🫶🏻(1.2K) (cw: mentions of death)

The hand pushing your hair back is cool against your flushed skin, and it slows the tears little by little. Eddie is shushing you softly and holding your hands—or, you’re clinging to his, and he’s letting you.

Something always comes over you in the fall. The smell and the colors, it’s all too reminiscent. Small memories that gleam with nostalgia flutter around the Big One, shrouding it and then revealing it all over again. It’s hard to decide which you’re crying for.

Looking up at Eddie, you can tell he’s worried sick. You muster a wobbly smile for him, and he laughs kindly.

“Y’feeling better?”

You nod and close your eyes, and his delicate petting becomes more open-handed on your hairline. Sucking in a breath, you let the homey scent of his trailer ground you.

“Wasn’t so bad,” you remark. “This time, at least.”

“Mm-mm,” Eddie hums, wiping your damp cheeks. “Just a little one.”

Eddie would know. He’s been holding your hand through these episodes since they started.

“Do you want to go?”

To the quarry, goes unsaid.

As kids with little supervision and even less money, there weren’t many places you could go that weren’t home. The quarry became your solution. Even now, in your early twenties, diners or cinemas never give you the same relief.

Still, you shake your head. The tin roof over your head seems to contain the mountain of unhappiness well enough, and it was never really about the place.

“I wanna stay here,” you mumble. “Could we lay down?”

Eddie looks mildly shocked, but he doesn’t miss a beat.

“‘Course we can, sugar.”

Smiling tiredly, you let him walk you to the couch. You rub your face into the matching pillow as you lay down on your side, reveling in the familiar itch. Instead of laying down with you, Eddie ducks into the kitchen to get you water.

“Y'know what I’ve been thinking about, Eds?” Phlegm clogs your nose from the crying, becoming noticeable as you raise your voice to be heard across the trailer.

“Me?” Eddie asks, his tone teasingly hopeful. The faucet runs and then stops.

“How did you know,” you gasp. Eddie waltzes back to the couch with a grin.

“S’just common sense.” Eddie hands the water off to you, and fusses his way under your legs as you drink your way through half of it.

When you settle back in, on your back this time, Eddie’s looking at you softly.

“What were you thinking about?”

The thought felt so grandiose—you were hoping to shout it into existence when he wasn’t looking at you. Fingers fidgeting, you try your best.

“Um. I was thinking,” you start, “about your mom.”

Eddie’s face shifts, just barely.

“About mine and yours,” you say. “And…”

This is so stupid.

“I wondered if they’re off being best friends, just like you and me.”

Expression falling, Eddie pats your leg sympathetically.

“I don’t know that my mom deserved a friend like your mom, sugar.”

Something about his voice plants a longing in your chest, and his cold rings soothing your calves nurtures it further. It’s almost unbearable to be close to him like this.

“But maybe that’s what she needed,” you argue, though it’s barely a debate. You’re both too tired and limp and honest.

“Maybe your mom needed someone that would believe in her. Maybe she needed someone to save.”

Eddie presses his lips together, and you realize what you’ve implied a little too late. That Eddie wasn’t worth caring about, wasn’t worth saving. You backpedal immediately.

“I’m sorry, that’s not—“

“No, I know,” Eddie assures, reaching to brush the hair off your face. “I know.”

A small, sad smile creeps over you. It’s unfathomable how Eddie has learned any kind of tenderness in his short life, yet it seems to flow out of him like he can’t hold anymore. You will never understand how he’s become an unwilling pariah to a town that knows nothing about him. Maybe now, with his intense aura, but as an eleven year old boy?

Your chest houses a battle of emotions, a hurricane you can’t control. You take Eddie’s hand from your face.

“I wasn’t really thinking about our moms,” you admit. Eddie frowns. “Or I was. But only because I was thinking about you.”

Hand tightening around yours, Eddie asks, “How so?”

“I..I found that Rock ‘em Sock ‘em we stole in seventh grade. I was cleaning under my bed and I found it in an old box and I—“ You suck in a breath, shaking your head. “I couldn’t believe how old it was, or that I still had it. I…I can’t believe how long I’ve known you. Ten years.”

A glance surges between you, fraught with memories and potential.

“I was thinking about who I’d be if I’d never met you. Who you would be. If we’d even like each other—“

“‘Course I’d like you,” Eddie insists, adding a second hand to clasp firmly over your intertwined fingers. His voice is fried and shaky.

“And I was thinking—“ you continue, “—about how you came at the perfect time.”

Your turbulent emotions start to overflow, and a tear slides into your hair.

“I think our moms must have planned it.”

Eddie laughs wetly, and you realize belatedly that he’s crying, too.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “maybe.” His free hand takes your face again, and he’s nearly laying on you now. Laughing, he starts wiping your tears away all over again.

“What’s funny?”

His laugh picks up more, and you can’t help staring at his mouth, his teeth. His tongue, when he speaks.

“I’m fuckin’ sorry your mom died and all you got was me.”

Frowning, you shake your head ardently.

“Worth it,” you murmur, and Eddie’s smile turns, half pained, half awed.

“Yeah,” he whispers, grazing his thumb over your eyebrow. “Yeah, I think so, too. I’m sorry if that’s selfish.”

There’s real guilt there, but real relief, too—like he’s been holding the thought too close for too long. Fingers tracing his nose, his mouth, you say, “Eddie?”

He hums, completely involved in you. Fear and passion and impatience spin a merry web in your throat, but you push through anyways.

“Is this love?”

You’re not sure which comes first, his smile or yours.

“God, I hope so,” Eddie speaks reverently, playfully. “I can’t wait much longer.”

“Me, neither,” you croak, caught between crying and laughing.

You shimmy down while Eddie crawls up, and then it’s like every closed door is open. Your fingers are in his hair, and his hand is warming over your waist. His lips are on yours, tender and searching.

“Do you still have it?” Eddie asks, nose still rubbing yours. “The Rock ‘em Sock ‘em?”

You laugh brightly.

“‘Course I do. On my dresser.”

Beaming, he nuzzles his nose into your cheek, pressing rapid kisses on your skin.

“We gotta dust that baby off. Bet you I could still kick your ass.”

“What d’you mean ‘still‘? I did all the ass kicking!”

Eddie shushes you, sarcastically condescending.

“Ohhh, sweetheart, no. I think your memory is a little foggy.”

You try to push him away, feigning annoyance, but he wedges his way back into your arms.

“Whatever. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

“We will,” Eddie agrees, “later.”

Then his mouth is on yours again.

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Buzz cut Season

Pairing: Rafe cameron x fem!reader

Warnings: Mature Content Minors DNI, Somnophilia, Smut

Word Count: 1,433

It's late saturday mornings and you were still sleeping, your classes had been brutal all week and today was your first day to just lay in bed. You feel the bed dip behind you and your blanket lift, so you simultaneously turn, knowing your boyfriend has made it back to bed. It wasn't unusual for Rafe to get in bed at strange times or disappear and suddenly reappear, so eventually it just became second nature to accept him in your bed whenever. He wrapped his arms around you like he would every morning without fail, the pull of his arms helps bring you somewhat towards consciousness although your eyes stay closed, prompting you to tiredly mumble, "Good morning baby" as you turn your face into his chest.

"Morning beautiful", he whispers down to you and after some time of holding each other you can feel his hands slowly travel down to massage your hips and ass, telling you that he was in the mood bright and early without even needing to look at him. You put a hand to his chest and half consciously turn back over, not in the mood to entertain Rafe's high sex drive. "Baby" he whines pleadingly in your ear pulling you from falling back into a deep sleep again and if you didn't know better you'd think that the kook king whining and begging in your ear was a dream.

"'m tired" you mumble at him with a frown forming on your sleeping face. Although your boyfriends makes incessant reminders that you could quit everything and be taken care of, you still go to school full time. You cater to your majors demanding hours and Rafe struggles to grasp the concept of the working man's fatigue, causing little hiccups here and there in y'all's relationship.

He mutters against the shell of your ear, "Just let me eat it? Huh, pretty girl?" A small smirk grows on your lips as you gently nod. You had called Rafe an eater to his face once and he completely denied it like you don't know him better than he knows himself, but it's not like you're complaining.

"Not too much though" you softly mumble out, creating an understanding that there is no such thing as four rounds and overstimulation at the ass crack of dawn. Rafe hums out a half assed understanding as he trails light kisses down your neck and eventually to your hips, until you fall back asleep.

He moves smoothly under your blanket, it's lightweight and allows him to comfortably place his hands firmly on each side, so that you're laying on your back allowing your head to settle back into the pillows.

his hands work to softly and slowly part your legs lifting one leg up so that he can trail kisses on the backside and inner skin of your thigh and letting the other one rest out flat.

he leaves kisses in his path placing a final one on your pubic bone right where the white manufactured bow on your underwear sits. he mouths at your stil covered pussy making your body begin to stir. "rafe" you huffed out annoyed that he'd think it was a good idea to tease you mid sleep. "I hear you" he mumbled, before he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear and gently slid them off, returning to you and this time splitting your legs open on each side in a funky frog position instead of letting your legs rest on his shoulders like he normally would.

you whine at the stretch, annoyed that he's being extra, but content enough to lull back asleep. rafe loved the positions you guys could try due to your flexibility, matter of fact it was the only thing that kept him as your acrobatics partner on the mornings before he played golf.

He readjusts his hands to slowly spread you apart, mesmerized by the glisten of how wet you had gotten in such little time. He places his tongue flat against entrance and drags it all the way up, stopping to suck on your clit. He repeats his motions, trying his best to keep a slow and calm pace despite the quiet whimpers that begin to slip past your lips. He drags his tongue through your pussy one last time before sucking your clit into his mouth, not as gently as the first time. His tongue moves across your nerve, creating suction as if he's trying to drink you from the source and he doesn't release your bud until you arch your back and loudly whine out his name, your hand briefly reaching down to push away his head, regardless of the barrier created by your sheets.

Rafe becomes aware of your newfound consciousness and uses that as his advantage to make you cum quicker. He laps up whatever wetness had begin to run across your pussy and makes it a point to push his tongue deep into you. He nods his head side to side, burying his tongue further, and humming vibrations through your core. "Shit! R-rafe!" the stimulation makes you cry out and your thighs jolt closed, but hes quick to keep your legs spread, locking his arms on top of them and holding your waist so you'd be held firmly in position.

You struggle against his arms and he pulls his tongue out of you with a slurp, and just as quickly he begins to sloppily eat you out. Even though you've made no progress you can't help but to thrash against his restraint, crying out high pitched and whiny moans, which only encourage him to moan against your clit with what seems like a nonstop humming.

You could feel yourself reaching your high. Your hands shot down, quickly moving under the sheets, reaching down to grab his hair and pull his head away, but the feel of his rough buzzed head instead shocks you fully awake. "what the fuck?" you continue to grab at nothing until the realization sets in. he was gone this morning getting more than just a trim. you feel him smirk into your skin as you try to push his head back fighting overstimulation. He loved the way you'd grab him like you're torn between pulling him away from and pulling him closer to your pussy, like you can't decide if the pleasure is too much or if you want to cum. But he always ended up making the decision for you as his hands harshly holds down your hips, making you crumble over the edge, stuttering as you fall from your high.

Your orgasm is drastically different from the few moments prior when you were sleeping, it's hot and intense, shaking your body, making you cry out, "Fuck, Rafe!" You shove the covers off of you two and he looks up at you with his blue eyes one tint away from being black. You let your head fall back and thighs close tight around his head. It made sense now why he wouldn't let your legs touch his head and why the soft texture of his straight hair was no longer tickling your skin

He follows your comedown, cleaning you with his tongue,while you take a moment to catch your breath, both of you sitting in silence as he places soft kisses back up your body until he's hovering over you.

"I know you're tired but you did so good" He's speaking softly to you but the only thing in your head is that you can't believe that he actually buzzed all of his hair off. You sit up to get a better look. "Holy shit you did it" you gasp out as he leans down to kiss you, he had mentioned wanting to cut his hair once or twice before but never had. you look up at him in awe, hands caressing his head and face.

"Do you like it? Or i mean think it looks good? He quietly asks you as his eyes shy away from yours and you can detect his need for your validation.

"I love it! I think you look great baby" You tell him with a big smile, his eyes quickly lock in on yours as he mirrors your smile. As much as Rafe loved to come off as confident and stone cold you knew it was important to give him just as much reassurance and as many affirmations that he gives you, but what you didn't know was that every time he flashed that boyish smile at you, you were healing his soul piece by piece.

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CELESTIAL | I. LAW OF UNIVERSAL GRAVITATION 6.1k words - on-going story story summary here ** please be nice, this is the first on-going story I'll be posting!!

Tuesday mornings were nothing to brag about, especially when my statistics class started at eight in the morning. I’d gotten in the simple routine—wake up around six, roll out of bed, take a shower, eat some breakfast, and get on my way.

It was weird what our bodies did normally. The idea of routine, the idea of being simple. Creating routine was one of the easier things that I had been able to teach myself. It was scientific; learned behavior became natural to humans. Practice made perfect.

I always got ready that early and found time to myself before the sun fully rose in the sky. I didn't have a problem waking up early, I never had—maybe that’s what made it easier for me, though. I never bothered my mum about school, or never once tried to sleep-in because I didn’t want to go to school. Something about being up early was always comforting to me.

Well, being up early and being in school were both comforting to me in different ways.

Seeing the moon circle around the earth again was kind of freaking cool, if I was honest. My mum never had to worry about me staying up late and hiding under my covers with a book—well, she did have to worry about that a little bit— but mostly, she had to worry about me taking the telescope to the window so early in the morning.

The moment when the sun and the moon pass because the darkness is fading– everyone always talks about the sunrise, but what about the moon falling? I always liked seeing the change. It was when the night met the daylight, and the world turned over.

This morning wasn’t really like that at all, considering it had been chucking it down with rain since the moment I opened my eyes. The sound of rain woke me up early. I sat with the window open next to my bed, listening to the sounds of it pour off the roof of our apartment.

When six rolled around, I was ready to get up. I rubbed over my eyes, yawning. The glasses that sat on my nightstand were thrown on my face as I trekked to my own bathroom—thankfully, I didn’t have to share with my roommate.

I turned on the shower, letting it run for a minute to warm up. I shivered at the thought of the water hitting me instead. The warm water soothed me this early, breathing in the steam to release anything that had built up in the night. I let it run over my neck and face, feeling the warmth of the water wake me up.

The shower routine turned into brushing my teeth, towel drying my hair a bit, and doing my morning skin routine.

Once the shower was done, I chose a plain black sweatshirt with a hood and a pair of jeans, threw on my old pair of black Vans, and made my way out into the kitchen with my backpack.

All the lights were off still; Chase didn’t have class until around ten, so he was never up this early. He strategically chose to make sure that all his classes were later in the morning because he knew he’d never make them. I smiled to myself at the thought.

I threw a Pop-Tart in my bag and started to head out of the apartment, knowing that I’d have a bit of time to just eat on my way to class instead. Campus was only a short walk, but the rain was chucking it this morning and didn’t seem to be letting us even as I had gotten ready. I decided that I’d just hop in my car and head over to the building instead of walking a mile in the rain.

Parking on the street was the only option for our apartment building, so I hopped into my car and headed towards the main mathematics building on campus. As soon as I turned on the radio, I let the sounds of 1979 by The Smashing Pumpkins in the speakers as I relax against the seat. I push my hand through my damp hair, annoyed that there were a few rain spots on my glasses.

There are a lot more cars on the road around the flats and campus when the weather was bad. Kids always decided to get rides or drive to class themselves, which meant that parking was like receiving a trophy. There were only a few spots here and there.

But, because I was prompt and on time, I got a spot close to the door that I had to go into. I put the car in park, sitting for a moment before I went to grab the Pop-Tart from my bag. I opened it, taking a bite of one of them as I relaxed in the seat and let the sound of the radio mix with the sound of the rain.

It didn’t bother me that I hadn’t spoken to anyone yet that morning. Life was usually quiet. There were people who I knew needed to have that connection of someone else around them. I never understood that.

Silence and the solace seemed to comfort me in a way that wasn’t too explainable. I knew that people worried about it—people saw it as a sign of something worse than it was—it was odd to people who didn’t know how it felt. But I truly felt more comfort in the way that my routine worked, rather than the fast-paced environment of always needing to be around others.

I didn’t let myself down, usually. I had comfort in knowing I was dependable; I would always be there for me.

I was at my own pace; I had my own comfort in satisfaction rather than needing distraction. I was able to work on my own life and not worry about having to work on anyone else’s. There was certainly a difference between being alone and being lonely.

My mum worried I didn’t interact enough, my sister worried that I wasn’t thriving in the space like anyone else was—she liked to project herself onto me at times.

“When I was college, I was at the bars practically every night. You can afford to go every once in a while, you know.” She’d tell me. In some respects, I understood what she meant. There was validity to her concerns for me. And I was glad that she was able to experience what she wanted, and she was able to look back and feel that it made her a better person.

But that didn’t interest me in the slightest, and I think I had to respect that for myself.

I wouldn’t be able to wake up early if I drank too much; it would throw my routine off, and I wasn’t interested in losing that, either. I didn’t want to not know where I was, or how to do something. I didn’t want to lose control like that. The people that I hung around with to study—none of us were interested in that.

I was interested in receiving my degree, I was interested in the mathematic world—I was interested in everything that was built up around the world. I was interested in learning why everything happened and figuring out scenarios that felt impossible and making them work. I was interested in logic and satellite launches that I had to live stream from the space stations.

In school, I was the captain of the academic team and won gold with the national robotics team two years in a row.

Now, I was finally in the part of life where I had always dreamed of having—studying astrophysics and mathematics at Oxford. I was following in the footsteps of only the greatest mathematicians and physicists of my generation, and eventually my name would be just as notable as his.

Stephen Hawking and Harry Styles. I thought they sounded nice next together if I was honest.

I check my phone, noticing I have about fifteen minutes until class begins. I throw my hood over my head before I grab my backpack from the passenger seat. The rain is coming down when I step out in the parking lot. I quickly make my way to the door, holding it open for another person coming in behind me. The hood hangs from my head as I take my glasses off to wipe the residual rain droplets off them.

The lecture hall that I make my way inside is old. It’s not been updated in so many years, but something about that makes it feel that much more incredible to be walking the same halls of some of the most extraordinary brains to ever exist.

Even if it’s for a general ed statistics course that I need to fill; it’s one of the easiest courses on my schedule this year. I didn’t fill it first year, as I wanted to give myself the most difficult courses I could my first year. I was excited to learn—and statistics wasn’t what I wanted to enjoy when I was in college.

So, I decided to add it in this semester. It’s almost October now—we’re a few weeks into my sophomore year. I’ve loved every minute of being here in this establishment, and I’ve loved everything that it has brought me.

My gravitational pull to this place feels right, and being in this class must have meaning other than the obvious need to graduate. Maybe something will strike—maybe a thought or something that the professor says will undoubtedly make me think about all the other unanswered questions.

I take a seat closer to the back; I think it helps me to be able to set all my papers out in front of me and be able to take notes where I need to. I’m not a huge note person, as I just try to listen. I feel it helps to just keep my mind open. Information goes in, and seemingly, just stays there.

I’m one of the first ones in the hall, but as the time starts to near, there’s around a hundred kids that take up the lecture hall—easily. It’s a gen-ed course, which means that it’s kids from all over the university. The row I’m in is seemingly empty; kids don’t always show up to class, a lot of kids like sitting closer to be able to see what the professor is drawing on the board to try to copy for themselves.

I basically teach myself as I sit with the textbook, trying to follow along with the professor’s words and everything seemingly makes sense.

I pull my water bottle out of my bag to take a sip. The sound of the room in seemingly quiet except for the professor’s words; my brain is focused on the ideas of categorical equations and numeric sequences before an overwhelming presence takes over to the right of me.

“Excuse me,” I hear the voice again, a bit closer to me, “Is this seat taken?” I hear as I stare at the front of the room. I turn my head to the side a bit in a little confusion.

She's standing there with absolutely dripping hair; her jacket is sand-colored but looks like it’s coated in water droplets. She has the most doe-eyed stare I'd ever laid my own on; her eyes are chocolate and amber at the same time and for some reason I don’t know why I can’t answer right away.

I’m not even recognizing that I’m staring until I can't let my eyes leave, and I watch her shift on her toes a bit impatiently before she looks at the students behind us.

“Oh– no, no it's open.” My voice is quiet, as the professor is talking only up ahead. I'm trying to pay attention to both, trying my best to be respectful to the professor and the girl next to me who’s trying to find a seat even though it’s almost halfway through the lecture.

I move my backpack from the seat that she goes to pull out, my hands place the backpack under the desk near my feet instead. My eyes try not to drift, but I can't help but watch as she starts to unpack her belongings. There's a notebook, which is undeniably wet, and a small textbook which we use for the class.

Also, soaking. Dripping, practically.

“Fuck,” She curses, her hands going to run through the dripping pages before she lets her backpack fall to the floor in a huff.

I can tell that her stress level is at a high, all her belongings are soaking wet from what looks to be walking to class in the rain. I’m watching as she fumbles her way around her bag, trying her best to wipe some of the water off, trying to salvage what’s left.

But it’s obvious that most of her belongings have been ruined from the rain.

“Do you need paper?” I ask her, my quiet voice possibly too quiet as she starts to search through her bag without acknowledging me.

She didn’t hear me. I adjust in my seat a little bit, maybe seeing if she would look over from just my movements. She was distracted from trying to piece herself back together, and I could tell that her brain wasn’t in the place to hear anything else.

I clear my throat, turning a bit towards her again so maybe my voice would be heard. “Sorry, do you need some paper?”

Her head jerks towards me, almost a bit in shock like she was surprised I was talking to her at all. I watch as her face goes from an anxious state to a more softened one when she sees that she's also startled me in the process.

“Oh,” She nods a few times. “Yes, please. If you don’t mind.”

I opened my folder up, pulling a few blank pages out to hand to her. I see that her nails are chipped lilac when she goes to grab them.

The paper was gifted to me every year from my grandfather who was the one providing me the opportunity to go to college in the first place. Well, providing the funding for this adventure, at least.

So, in true Styles fashion, the small H.S. imprinted on the top with a simple logo of Saturn sat next to it. It was an official letterhead, and it was the only loose paper I had with me.

For a moment, I thought about forgetting the whole thing because in honesty, this was a bit embarrassing– but my brain and my actions didn't catch up as I handed her a few sheets and watched her eyes trace over it.

I can tell a hint of a smile when she sees the writing up on it at the top, her pen clicking in the process. In our lecture hall, there are over a hundred kids sitting and listening about chi-squares tests and the uses of categorical variables.

And I seemed to miss a bit of the conversations due to lack of concentration, a bit of distraction. That never really happened to me before, but this overwhelming scent of orange blossoms must have been trailing from her. An obvious distraction, but not one that I thought I would be caught up in.

I push my glasses on my face as I go to write down a specific note that was mentioned by the professor about possibly being on the test for tomorrow. I had caught that bit, thankfully.

The girl next to me sighs; the audible noise of annoyance is obvious when I look over at her. Her eyebrows are knit together as she pulls out her agenda, making more noise that just seems to be audible to me as we’re a few of the only ones in our row of seats.

When she notices that the notes of her calendar are also damp, she settles back in her chair for a minute.

“God fucking damnit.” She huffs. She takes a ribbon around her wrist. Pulling her hair back frantically into a taut ponytail, she holds her head in her hands, staring at the dampened notebook. “Could this day get worse? We have an exam tomorrow?”

I hear her words, and I'm not sure that she's talking to me or if she’s just speaking out into the universe. So, I stay quiet for a moment before I look up and feel that her head has turned to me. She was addressing me again, so I turn to see the amber eyes pleading at me as if I was the one who set the test schedules.

“I’m– uh, we really have a exam tomorrow?” She asks again; this time, I see she's looking at me with a worried glare.

“Yeah, uh,” I flip through a few papers to grab the printed-out syllabus to show her. I clear my throat, trying to stay quiet. “It's just going to be on basic inferential and standard deviation, I think. Maybe a bit of categorical stuff, we just learned that on Tuesday, but I'm going to confirm with the professor after class. Not hard stuff, so we should be good.”

I watch as she looks away from me for a moment, “I just…yeah, I don't know. Statistics and I aren't really friends, I guess. I don't understand it at all, and I already feel like I’m behind. It's only the third week– fuck.”

She sounds stressed, and I feel bad. I don't know what to say to her, because I'm still not entirely sure if she's talking to me or if she's taking to herself. I just know that I'm listening and I'm struggling between involving myself and leaving it be.

“Thank you all. Let me know if you have questions, I will see you tomorrow for the exam.”

The professor’s words made everyone start to stand up, grabbing their materials to leave. Her eyes look around the room in the same amount of panic.

“Shit– lecture is already over?” She says, checking her phone time. The way that her shoulders shrug down is so dismissive as she looks around at the kids starting to move up the aisles and towards the door.

“It’s only a fifty-minute lecture,” I tell her softly, trying to not make her any more upset. “Do you—” I take in a breath, wondering if I’m starting to intrude on her life and what she’s needing, but I still feel like I have the obligation to ask, “I mean, do you have some questions about the test tomorrow?”

I see her looking over some of the notes—some of the papers that weren’t completely drenched by the rain that I can tell that she raced through to be here. Her eyes fall down the messiness of the handwriting. I can tell that there were many times she messed up, or times she didn’t completely understand something and wrote in the margins. There’s ink everywhere, I don’t know how she stays organized or knows what she’s looking at.

The scratches over things are plentiful, and I relax in my seat rather than starting to get up like everyone else.

Maybe she doesn’t even know where to begin. It’s our first exam in this class, but I’m not worried about it in the slightest bit. I’ve passed through Calculus and Algebra, and since this is just a required class for graduation, I know that I don’t have to worry.

She starts to shake her head as she looks flustered, throwing her papers back into a folder with finality.

“I’m not trying to hold you up, you probably need to get somewhere—I'll just, um, I’m sorry.” She shakes her head, zipping up her backpack quickly.

She’s trying her best to get away, and I can see that she’s possibly a bit embarrassed by how quickly she came in. How she wasn’t just late to class, but she also didn’t seem to have any idea about what was going on in the first place.

It seemed that maybe she had something else on her mind, and I don’t thinks he can be faulted for that.

“No,” I shake my head, standing up with my backpack to mimic her. It hangs from my shoulder on one side, pulling it up a bit as I watch the lecture hall clearing out quite quickly. “No, I’m not in a hurry. I mean—”

“Just—thanks for the paper. That was nice of you.” The girl gives a soft smile, the softest smile that her face can seem to manage as I notice that she seems to be a bit upset. Her back turns to me and I’m now left standing there with no one else now.

I look around for a moment, thinking about what I was doing before my life was interpreted in a way. My life is always so ruled by the way that I wanted to live it—I was not easily distracted, my mind never really went to places that felt fuzzy or uneven.

But something about that interaction left me a bit speechless. I don’t even know her name, but something about that made my brain feel a little bit blurry.

There’s another person down with Professor Turvel, asking questions about the exam for tomorrow, I was certain. I knew that I needed to go down there—to make myself known and question the best ways to solve the problems, to understand what needed to be studied the most. Most people didn’t take these kinds of classes seriously, but anything that had to do with my education was serious to me.

I always asked questions—every time there was a exam, I made sure I had all the notes to understand concepts and what would exactly be on the exam so I could stay up and ensure that I knew the concepts like the back of my hand. Sometimes, the professors even assured me that I would know all the material, and not to worry so much. That didn’t keep me from asking.

As I watched the girl moving to leave the lecture hall, opening the door herself because someone hadn’t held it open for her. An instinct rose in me that was so foreign that I hadn’t understood it before.

I didn’t know why I decided to follow her instead. But my feet drug me up the steps and towards the door that would lead out into the halls, where kids were now scattered. Her backpack was purple, a dark purple with small white polka-dots. It should have been a bit easier to find, but I just held my stance at the door, turning my head to see if I could find her.

I’d know her if I saw her, she was distinctive, striking, even. Her dark hair and eyes shone against the warm tones of her skin. When she came in, it was a curly mess—dark curls, practical ringlets.

I held onto the shoulder strap of my bag, watching as kids were moving out of the corridors to head out to their next classes and outside. It seemed that she must’ve slipped out, gotten away from me when I had been looking for her.

Letting out a sigh, I lick over my lips softly. My shoulders let go—I try to push the thoughts out of my mind. Instead, it was time for me to start to prepare for my next class of the day. I had a physics class just upstairs, but I would show up prematurely to prepare and write all my calculations on the board for the lab portion of it.

It was best to be early so I could collaborate with fellow students, and it was even encouraged to allow for that time. I pull my backpack fully onto my back, both straps on my shoulders as I start to head towards the stairs to the lecture halls that were situated upstairs. They were smaller, for the specified classes.

I pulled my backpack around my middle for a moment to grab the headphones that I had placed in the small pocket in the front for my short walk. When I go to insert the headphones into my ears, I do a double take because I’m not sure that I believe my eyes as they seem to possibly trick me.

Over by the large doors. Purple with white polka-dots. The phone against her ear is being held up unwillingly; she doesn’t look like she’s invested in the conversation, but mostly upset by it.

I watch as she shakes her head, her mouth stern as she speaks into the receiver. Instantly, she takes the phone away and shakes her head before placing her thumb to end the call.

I couldn’t make out what she’s saying because we’re still too far apart. I don’t want to make it seem like I’m staring, or that I’m listening in at all. My feet guide me towards the general area, as the door to the stairs is just around the corner from where she’s standing.

She’s standing there with her arms crossed, looking out of the door as if she’s waiting for someone. It looks a bit impatient; she’s just as upset as she was back in the lecture hall, and maybe now even more so.

I don’t know what it means, but it seems that she’s a bit off and I just can’t let it go. I don’t know what’s gotten into me this morning, but my feet seem to only… pull me closer. I’d have to debate Newton’s laws of gravitational pull, because the Earth’s axis seemed to be tilting just a bit.

Wherever she seemed to be is where gravity was pulling. And nothing about that made sense in the logical world, so my brain was a bit scattered about how that could have even been a possibility.

In an anxious turn of my shoe, I head towards her. I pivot from walking towards the steps and decide that a soft approach towards her is an option that I’m willing to take.

“Um, I’m sorry—I’m not trying to interrupt,” I approached her, softly. As one would a wounded animal, like she might get scared if I spoke loud enough. Her head turns towards me, her fingers move up against her cheek as she tries to look more pulled together, like she was unraveling quickly.

I notice that there’s a tear stain on her cheek, but she did her best to clear it away. Something about that doesn’t sit right with me and I clear my throat as I try to not embarrass her by noticing.

When she doesn’t speak, I just shake my head a little, trying to make sense of what’s come over me.

“I—I mean, are you okay? You,” I push my glasses up on my nose, “Are you waiting for someone?"

Crossing her arms over her chest, she takes in a deep breath. I watch the sleekness of her hair back in the ponytail cross over her shoulder when she stares at the ground.

I’ve always been partial to understanding when people were upset. I didn’t know what it was. My mum always told me I was just sensitive, my sister telling me that I probably watched too much Bambi as a kid.

Something about watching someone suffer endlessly, without another word, hit home. I didn’t want her to feel like she was alone, if she didn’t want to be. That was the difference—I wanted to be alone most of the time, so I didn’t mind. But that didn’t mean that she did. Maybe she wasn’t—maybe I was overstepping. As I overthought it, I shifted on my feet as she stood in a solitude of silence from the corridors of the university filtering out for the next sessions.

But it just felt like my heart was understanding right now.

“I’ve just had a... difficult morning, really,” She starts, shrugging. The problems are brushing off her shoulders when she looks up at me once again. I see that the sadness reigns in her eyes, but it’s being shielded by the layers of needing to show that everything was fine. “I’m okay. Seriously. I know this probably looks insane but trust me. I’m fine.”

There wasn’t anything I could do but trust that she was. I didn’t know her—I didn’t even know her name. I didn’t know anything else about her, and while I could notice that there were still tears welled up in her eyes, the smile had been the greatest mask of it all.

I nod at her, taking the moment to try to understand if that’s the cue to leave. When she starts to turn around just a bit, I settle with the idea that the conversation has ended. It’s ended, and it’s time for me to move back towards the stairs.

My brain recomputes that I have physics in about twenty minutes, and I’m going to go upstairs to dispute Hawking’s radiation theory of black holes. That’s where the gravitational pull is taking me next—it has to be.

As I go to place the earbud back into my ear, making a few steps towards the door that held the stairs, I hear the voice again.

“Hey,” Her voice rings out just a bit, as we’re now the only two in the corridor of the hallways. I turn my head back, our eyes reconnecting. Her eyes blink a few times as she lets out a sigh, which almost makes her look like she could break down at any moment, but I hold my breath. It looks like she had been holding in that breath for a while, so her shoulders drop to meet mine. “Do you—what if I did have questions about the exam tomorrow?”

I don’t know if words come out of my mouth in an answer, so I’m trying to compute what she said. Unfortunately, I think that she notices so she presses on.

“Like, could you help me study?” She asks, pressing on. “You said it was easy—I just, I need some extra help because I—I just have a lot going on.”

I pause in my tracks, not anticipating her questions or flat-out asking for my help.

“Oh.” I swallow dryly, as she stares at me with the slightest bit of eagerness for my answer I hadn’t noticed that in her eyes before, and I’m not sure that I’m used to it. I’m not sure that I’m prepared for how… she looks with hope coating her eyes. “Oh—yeah, I mean, I’ll be in the library tonight around six if you want to, like if you want to come study or something.” I shrug, “I can help you.”

I watch as a hint of a smile starts to turn at the edges of her lips. She holds the crossing on her arms over her chest tightly, as if to feel an odd sense of comfort from it.

“Can I meet you there tonight, then? You won’t mind?” She asks, her voice a bit unsure. It’s like I’d say no, even though I was the one who offered in the first place.

I’m still taken aback by the response of her wanting to meet me there at all. Thursday nights usually meant that the library was the quietest day in the week. Most people went out on Thursday’s around here to start their weekend—it was apparently the best bar deals, but I hadn’t taken advantage of that.

It was the best day to be in the library, just because of that.

“Yes. Yeah, of course, you can—” I pause for a moment, blinking a few times as I stick my hand out to her recognizing how I hadn’t even introduced myself to her yet, “Sorry—I’m Harry.”

Her eyes widen just a bit at my words before she starts to giggle a bit, her hand fitting into mine. My molars bite the inside of my cheek just at the grip, the softness of her hand in my palm has me distracted for a moment.

“Stella.”

Stella.

Stella. Stella. Stella. Stella.

“Star.” I say, a bit under my breath. She tilts her head a little bit at my whisper before I shake my head with a little bit of a laugh. I feel embarrassed that I spoke out loud and she heard, so I just try to explain the thought process with a simple shrug.

“It’s, your name, it’s ‘star’ in Latin,” I pull on the strap of my bag before I’m biting on my lip a little bit, “It’s a nice name.”

I watch as Stella’s face has started to turn into more of an arraigned softness; her features not as harsh, her brow isn’t knit.

“Sorry, I don’t know the origin of Harry.” Her chuckle is playful as she shakes her head.

“It, uh,” I rub the back of my neck as I feel an odd hint of embarrassment play on my cheeks, “Means ‘home’. Or something like that.”

As I watch her face, I study it as best as I can without seemingly staring, I watch her eyes move between mine.

I look away when I notice that she hasn’t—she’s still looking for a moment longer. I clear my throat to try to break up the instant staring game that we’ve started. I check my phone in an awkward angle to get out of the moment that has seemingly turned quiet, when I recognize how long I’ve been standing here.

9:26.

“Shoot,” I say quickly, “I have class in a few minutes. I’ll—”

She cuts me off as I adjust my bag on my shoulder, hoisting it up.

“Oh, fuck—I’m going to be late.” She checks her own phone to confirm the time for herself before the smile catches on her face, “I’ll see you tonight, Harry.” Stella confirms, nodding a few times.

Before I know it, I watch as she walks behind me and towards the other door on the other side of the hallway. I didn’t even get a chance to ask for her phone number—knowing I’d stumble my way through that sentence.

Not really a sentence I’ve ever really asked casually before.

It was odd—that feeling in my brain. The feeling of blurriness, almost like nothing had been in there at all. It was like every thought I’d had was placed into a certain box now, unable to think of anything else except for the way that Stella’s eyes were merely amber and bronze all at the same time.

I shook my head, thinking that the physical movement may take my attention back to what I was supposed to keep my eye on. I put my headphones back in, moving towards the stairs as I climb them quickly.

I wouldn’t have enough time to write all my worked equations on the board. But, for the first time in my entire life, there was a feeling of ease that happened to replace the anxious voices that mirrored in my head. There was confusion; one unexplained.

Having to be smart enough.

Having to be good enough.

Having to be enough.

Logically, this didn’t make sense—this feeling of satisfaction that rested in my chest and head. It was like an overcome sense of relief.

Maybe Hawking had a theory to explain this feeling that had completely dismissed my thoughts and worries— it had complete trampled it, made me unaware of the worry that I may be late to class, or that I may not be prepared. Maybe it had already been explained and logic had nothing to do with it.

I shook my head at the thought, entering the familiarity of the physics lab. The third table to the right was where I placed all my belongings in the same routine that I had made for weeks.

This time, just another atom of a thought processes through my brain and into my cerebrum—allowing the thoughts to muster and to sit as I thought about what I would be doing for the next eight hours.

The library never made me feel lonely, and for once, I wouldn’t be alone.

And today, I was okay with that.

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THANK YOU FOR READING THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THIS <3 please please please let me know what you think!!! I'm excited to share this with a new audience, so please be nice!!

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

⋆ 𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸: 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮 ⋆

Please note: This is a repost from my old blog, @sugarcookiesheep!

The Reader and Azul are married in this, and the Mostro Lounge in this is not the one at NRC but one he opened as a main location once graduating from there! ♡

⋆ Being with Azul you knew how hard he worked. How much time, thought, and effort he put into everything he did, especially when it came to his business. It was one of the things you loved about him, how dedicated he was. You supported him however you could, whether it be helping out at the lounge, testing new menu items, or even being a sounding board for any ideas he had. His dreams became your dreams, the Mostro Lounge being regarded as both yours and his. You still remember the first time Azul referred to the lounge as being “ours” instead of “his”, the happiness you felt as you realized Azul considered the lounge to belong to you both. It made you think about the future, the idea of the Mostro Lounge being a family business, passing it down to any future children you had. You wondered if Azul was thinking of it the same way, sharing his business with you being the start of his future plans. You couldn’t help how the thought caused your heart to race, finding yourself falling for him even more.

⋆ Though you love his dedication, you know how easy it is for him to overwork himself. He keeps wanting to grow, to do more, unwilling to quit once something is started. He’ll send you a text, letting you know he’ll be coming home late, returning home in the early morning or falling asleep at his desk. You’re not afraid to step in during these moments, going to the lounge to take him home. If he won’t come home (insisting there’s work to be done) you make sure he’s taking care of himself, making sure he eats and gets some rest. You’d even stay at the lounge with him, both of you falling asleep on the couch in his office when you insist he’s done enough for the day. It was one of the things Azul loves about you, how nurturing you were. He can’t help but think of how lucky he is to have married you, to have someone as kind as you love him.

⋆ Sometimes things get to be too much, the day stressful and upsetting. Whenever Azul is feeling this way you always notice, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. If you were at home you would make a blanket fort for him, either in the living room or the bedroom. A place for him to relax, cozy and warm as you cuddle each other. You wouldn’t pry, letting him know you were there if he wanted to talk. For times when you couldn’t be there (like when he was working), he would sit under his desk. You had made a safe space for him, setting up fairy lights and installing a small curtain to help him hide away. He’d sit down there and breathe, gradually calming down and relaxing. Sometimes he would call you, wanting to hear your voice. You never judge him, not about his emotions or insecurities. He trusts you so much, loves you so much, that he allows himself to be vulnerable with you. It’s something that you can’t help but cherish.

⋆ Azul can’t hide his surprise when he enters his office to find the curtain drawn under his desk, hearing the faint sounds of you quietly crying to yourself. Your day had been bad, nothing seeming to have gone right. You were waiting for Azul to come home but felt overwhelmingly lonely, the house feeling too empty with just you there. So you went to the Mostro Lounge to visit him while he was working, only to find he had left earlier that day to attend a business meeting. Not wanting to go home and not wanting to sit out in the lounge, you decided to wait for him in the safe space you had created, everything getting to be too much. Azul gently says your name, sitting in front of the curtain as he asks if you’re alright. You draw the curtain back, moving out from under the desk to wrap your arms around him. He holds you as you cry, whispering sweet words to you as he rubs his hand down your back, trying to sooth you. You stay like that for a while, Azul holding you close as your crying slowly ceases. When you begin to calm down Azul tells you it’s time to go home, informing Jade and Floyd that he’ll be leaving early.

⋆ Once at home he begins pampering you, drawing a bath for you to enjoy. You sit in the water, relaxing as Azul sits behind you, holding you close. You rest your head back against him, the stress you experienced today leaving you exhausted. He takes the time to wash you, giving you a nice scalp massage when he washes your hair. Before you could fall asleep he gets you out of the tub and dressed, leaving you in the bedroom before heading to the kitchen to make dinner. He makes your comfort food, getting trays so that you could eat in bed. You cuddle close together as you eat, watching your favorite show/movie. You go to sleep wrapped in Azul’s arms, feeling loved and treasured as he kisses you goodnight ♡

Originally posted: December 10th, 2023

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Home Sweet home

Pairing: Eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: You and Eddie just moved into your very first trailer together, and he discovers a little secret you've been keeping.

Warnings: reader has small boobs and stretch marks. Daddy kink, suggestive themes with a popsicle. throat training,unprotected sex. Oral sex(fem!receiving) lil bit of spankings.

A/n: Not proofread. Im still trying to get back into the groove of writing again, so please be patient.

You and Eddie just moved into your very own trailer together, just a few weeks ago. So far, everything was going very, very well. He would come home to you mostly after you had already fallen asleep. He worked late nights right now to help save up after the big move. You and him couldn't wait any longer to get your own place together. You loved your parents, and Eddie loved Wayne. Just sometimes, it was hard for the two of you to be alone. You both craved privacy together all the time.

Especially when Eddie had a very hard time keeping his hands to himself. He had a thing for laying on top of you and just suck on your tits making you all whiny for him. He loved them even though you think they are too small. He always told you they're mouthful, and that's good enough for him. Sometimes, when he got you all worked up and needy for him, he'd just take you right there. However, with your parents' constant schedules changing, that happened less and less.

Eddie and you tried to do it at his trailer, but Wayn worked six days a week, and he was on the night shift. Meaning he was home sleeping most of the day. Hotel rooms you and him would get for the night became costly. That's when Eddie proposed that you two should just move in together. You were shocked, to say the least, but you became over joyed at the thought of having him all to yourself. Eddie and you began house hunting that same week. He was dead serious about it, and all you could think about was decorating it up all pretty. Eddie even joked and said, You were gonna be his little "stay at home girlfriend" only because you were still in college instead of working.

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Now that you and Eddie were almost settled in, there wasn't much else to do. You busied yourself most of the time after Eddie left for work cleaning and organizing. The longer you were home , the more comfortable and relaxed you felt. You love the freedom of just doing whatever you feel. That's why you rarely ever wear clothes anymore. Opting for thin tank tops, no bra, and just your panties. You couldn't walk around your parents' home like this, but since this is your home, anything goes. You figured Eddie wouldn't mind either, since he's seen just about every inch of you anyway. He's not seen your everyday attire yet since he's mostly coming home to you well into the hours of the night.

Today, though, is a little different. Eddie had managed to fake a stomach bug so he could go home early. He missed you terribly he only got to see you for a few minutes in the morning as you laid next to him, curled up in his side. The both of you are barely able to talk to each other anymore. Sometimes, he'd call you on his lunch break, but those thirty minutes were still not enough. He missed you so much, which is why he faked sick to surprise you. This is why he's more than happy walking through the door and being greeted by a very wonderful sight. Your back turned to him washing dishes in nothing but your panties and a very thin shirt. Eddies cock twitched in his jeans the longer he stared at you. His eyes fixed on the way the cotton material hugged your curves just right. The elastic bands dig slightly into the plush skin of your hips and ass. He giggles a little when you reach around to rearrange them after they are rode up a little too high. You still have no idea he's standing right behind you. He clears his throat to get your attention, and you jump, turning around. Your face lights up when you notice it's him. Eddie has to contain himself when he sees you from the front. Your shirt is much too cropped as some of your under boob is exposed. He knows the moment you lift your arms up to wrap around him, your perfect little tits will be exposed. God, does he desperately want them in his mouth right now. Just sucking and nipping at the tender flesh while you whimper under him.

"EDDIE! you're home so early," you say cheerfully.

"Yeah, faked sick to spend some time with you." He said, pulling you into him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly to your front. He pulls back and kisses you deeply as his hands roam from your hips to squeeze your ass. You yelp in his mouth, causing him to laugh and squeeze harder. He breaks the kiss and taps your backside lightly. "What has my girl been doing all day, hm?"

"I've been unpack and cleaning your mess." You playfully respond. He breaks away from your hold to wash his hands in the sink. Turning back towards you and smirking as you stand there watching him. Biting his lip again when he notices your shirt has become a tad bit see-through from splashing water on yourself. "I like the little outfit you're wearing." He commented, leaning against the counter. "Oh, um, you don't mind, do you? I just wanna be comfortable. " Shaking his head, he moves to the fridge and grabs a popsicle. He walks past you to the couch and plops down. "No baby, you look cute." He pats his thigh and jesters for you to come sit on his lap. Running and plopping down on his thighs, he opens his popsicle and brings it to his mouth but stops. "Remember when you said you wanted me to teach you how to take me in your throat?" Your eyes going wide and eyebrows raising you nod slowly. "Yes."

"What if I teach you with this?" He said, bringing the cherry flavored ice to your lips.

You give a small "okay," and Eddie takes the cold treat rubbing it around your mouth. Making your lips wet and cold. "Now I want you to open that sweet mouth of yours and just suck okay?" You do as you're told and open for him as he sinks the popsicle in your warm mouth. He pushes it in slowly just a little and pulls it out. He does it again and again until it's getting deeper into your mouth. "Mmm, such a good girl taking it so deep." His voice is low and husky as his breath tickles your ear. He tugs your hair just a little to push your back, and he pushes the popsicle in deeper, almost hitting the back of your throat. You gag just slightly and Eddie's cock twitches again. You can feel him getting hard underneath your ass and you wiggle your hips. He grunts and pulls the popsicle out of your mouth. "Don't. Do. That"

"I'm sorry I won't do it again. "

He takes the popsicle and easily pushes it past your cold lips again. The frozen snack melts in your mouth and drips down your chin and neck. He continues gently fucking your mouth as he soothes you. "Relax that throat, baby." "That's a good girl." He takes it out, and your lips are a little purple when he brings his own warm lips to your cold, sticky ones. Tasting the cherry on your tongue as he greedily attacked your mouth. Breaking the kiss, he moves to get up, bringing you with him to your room. He presses your back to him and reaches down the front of your panties to run the calloused pad of his finger over your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut and open your mouth, letting out a long groan. Eddies mouth begins kissing the spot below your ear. Biting and sucking at the sensitive skin, marking you up. "Mmm, eddie." You sighed. His finger still working on your clit as his mouth begins to bite harder on your neck. Your right leg lifts to stomp on the floor, and you're finding it harder to stand still. Just as you feel your release building up, Eddie removes his hand and shoves you towards the bed. "Hands and knees, princess," He commanded as you heard his belt clank to the floor.

Getting on your hands and knees with your feet dangling off the bed. Your face pressed to the soft sheets of your bed as he got behind you, ripping a hold in your panties. You gasp when you feel the cool air hitting your exposed cunt. He starts caressing the curve of your ass appreciating the little stretch marks that adorn the sides of your cheeks. Eddies takes his middle finger and gently runs it along your wet folds, causing you to let out a gasp. Only rubbing the outside of your cunt teasing the area. You squirm at his touch, which earns you a hard slap on the ass. "Ooh, Daddy." You moan out, causing Eddie to pause. "What did you just call me?" His voice coming out more surprised than he intended.

"N-nothing, I didn't say anything."

He gives your ass a harsh slap, making it jiggle from the impact. "Don't lie to me, say it again." You and shake your head in protest as embarrassment takes over you. He gives your ass another harsh slap, but you're still not budging. He reels his hand back for another, but you speak up quickly. "I called you daddy, I'm sorry." You've always had the fantasy of calling him daddy. Never acting on it, afraid it would gross him out or piss him off. Eddie has always told you to be open and honest with him about anything. You still found it hard to do when most of your sexual experiences have been with him. Because of that, it should come easier, but since Eddie is more knowledgeable in this area. You've always just let him take control. He never suggested you call him "daddy," so you just assumed he didn't want to be called that.

"Okay, so be a good girl and call me daddy again." He said with one last smack to your now sore ass.

"Please don't stop......daddy"

"See, now was that so hard?" He pushes his thick fingers inside your entrance, pumping them in out, enjoying the squelching sound your pussy is making. He moves them in out of you, slow as he listens to the sounds you're making. His cock is painfully hard with precum leaking out of his tip. You've always thought his cock was intimidating to look at. Thick with veins running along the side and his tip always an angry red color. "How could something that looks so scary make you feel so good?" You always thought. He knew how to use it. How to tease you with it. How to make you beg and ach for it. He was always careful with you before spliting you open and making you cry on his cock. Getting you nice and wet for him so he can sink in with ease.

"Please, Daddy, I need you"

He moves his fingers, causing you to whine at the loss of friction. He sinks down on his knees and teases your entrance with his tongue. "You taste so good, baby." He proded and teased before sinking his tongue inside your pussy and fucking you with his tongue. He takes it out to flick it over your puffy clit. "Ahhh! Daddy, oh god." Your orgasm getting close as Eddie's skilled tongue flicks and his mouth sucks your sensitive bud. Just as you feel yourself getting closer, Eddie removes his mouth and flipping. you on your back. He bends over you with both of his hands on each side of your head, caging you in. You can feel his cock nudging your aching core. He's staring down at you intensely, making you squirm underneath him.

He moves his left hand, and it engolves your small breast. He squeezes and bends over to nip and bite your nipple into a soft peak. You grab a hold of his head moaning as his mouth attacks your nipple. He moves his other hand to squeeze your other breast. Removing his mouth, he attacks your other nipple. His entire mouth covering the soft flesh of your tits. His tongue flicked over the peak of your hard nipples. "Fuuuck mmmfph!" You're too focused on his mouth. You don't realize his tip is already sinking into your aching core until he's bottoming out.

"Look at that. You took me so well, baby" He pulls back almost removing his cock completely before slamming back into you. The slapping of skin as your body connected with each powerful thrust Eddie gave to you. You fall flat on your back as Eddie's cock slide in and out of your velvety walls with ease. He moves his hands from your hips to grip a tight hold of your tits as he fucked you harder. "Fuck baby your s-so tight." He grunted. You only whimpered and mewled in response. His cock was hitting that spongey spot just right with thrust he gave. You can feel your release building back up. He can feel you are getting close, too, when your walls begin to clench around him. "Can I come?" You asked, looking up as your mind was going foggy. He laughs a little at your fucked out express. "Yeah, baby, be my good girl and come." Moving your hand down to play with your clit as Eddie continued to pump his cock inside you. Rubbing tight circles around your clit making him whimper when he feels you clench him again. His thrusts become sloppy and you know he's about to cum too. You rub your sore bud faster, and you feel your orgasm building up.

Without any more warning, your orgasm washes over you, causing your vision to go blurry. Moaning out Eddie's name as you cum around his cock your legs shake and go limp. With a few more strokes Eddie is spilling his cum inside of your velvety walls. He's still thrusting inside of you, milking his cock. Once he's finished, he buries his head in the crook of your neck, collapsing on top of you.

Both of you are out of breath and sticky with sweat. He peppers kisses all over your collarbone and face, making you scrunch your face. "So you like calling me daddy, huh?" He teases.

"Shut up, Eddie "

"No, I like it, I think it's sexy." He looked down at you with his big brown eyes. He has this post sex glow to him while you probably look like someone who just went through a wind tunnel. "I've missed you so much." He spoke, and he brushed the hair from your face.

"I missed you too"

"Wanna go get in the bath and watch a movie?" He suggested.

"Can we order Chinese and cuddle?" You sit up and wince a little. Eddie takes notice and realizes he's still buried inside you. Carefully he removes his now semi hard cock. His cum dripping from your pussy and he takes notice. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

"Then we can watch a movie?"

"Yes, then we can watch a movie. "

The rest of your night was spent cuddling on your couch after a nice long shower. You and Eddie talked about his job and your classes at college. He worked so much that you didn't realize just how much you missed each other. Eddie promised that once you guys are caught up with bills, you'll have more time together. As the night went on, you eventually fell asleep on the couch together. Not waking up until the early hours of the morning. Eddie also promised the he'll let you practice on him next time instead of that popsicle. You also make sure to remind him he owes you a new pair of panties.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Your Personal Bodyguard: Part Two

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

Warnings: sexual tension is HIGH, trying to get jensen jealous

Summary: Since it's clear Jensen isn't going anywhere, you try to live your life as best as you can. You're invited to a frat party that you have to drag Jensen along, and you have the perfect plan to rile him up. If you can't get rid of him, then may as well fuck him.

read part one here: Your Personal Bodyguard

Square Filled: free space (2023) for @spnaubingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

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All your past bodyguards always gave you some bit of wiggle room in fear you’d complain to your dad and get them fired. Granted, none of them looked and acted like Jensen. If they had, you’d have treated them very differently. Jensen is the kind of man not to take shit from anyone, so he always has a plan or a comeback for whatever you throw at him.

What happened at that party was a one-time thing. He never let you out of his sight, especially when your dad found out about it. You got yelled at and punished for two weeks, and in those two weeks, you and Jensen became the best of friends. Not literally. He annoyed you every which way to Sunday while you had to sit there and take it like a spoiled kid.

Now you’re back at school, and much like you predicted, Jensen is there to follow you everywhere. The first few classes were awkward since there was a grown man sitting in the back of the classroom, however, the teachers were all warned beforehand by your dad’s team that this was going to happen. By the third class, you ignored him the best you could but his breath was a constant on the back of your neck.

It’s lunchtime or the biggest break you have between classes. Jensen is following behind you like some creeper as you walk inside the big cafeteria. There are a bunch of options to choose from, most of which are big brand fast food places you’d see while driving in town. You stop walking and turn to Jensen with an annoyed look on your face.

“You know, if you insist on following me everywhere I go, then you can at least act like you know me instead of following me around like a fucking creeper.”

Jensen chuckles at this. He’s always loved your smart mouth. If he’s being honest, it’s been in one too many of his dreams. If he’s being truly honest, he’d like to fuck that attitude out of you. He’s not going to do that, not even if you were to beg… maybe.

“Not my rules, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that,” you glare and get in line at your favorite food place.

“Whatever you say… sweetheart.”

You resist an eyeroll at this. He’s proven that he’s not going anywhere no matter how much you try getting rid of him. You order your food and find a table in the corner, perfect for being alone. Except Jensen is here and he isn’t leaving. Jensen didn’t get anything to eat but you’re not going to sit here and eat while he stares at you. You grab one of the burgers you ordered for him and slide it over.

“Eat. Don’t be creepy.”

Jensen takes the burger without a word and starts eating. The entire place is filled with chatter among students but one couple stands out because the woman’s laugh is so distinctive. You look over to see her snuggled up to her man as they joke about anything and everything. The look on your face becomes a longing one, one that catches Jensen’s attention. He turns to see what you’re looking at and he shakes his head as he turns back around.

“Relationships are messy.”

You want one. You want a man to look at you like you’re his world. Like he’d do anything to keep you happy, satisfied, and honest. You want to be able to go to bed with someone and wake up next to them. To have late-night drives or stay up into the early hours of the morning just talking. You don’t get to have that. Not with your dad doing what he does.

“What do you know? You’re a bodyguard.”

“I wasn’t always one. I was a somebody before all of this. I had a fiance who died in a mugging. I was with her and she still died. I vowed to never let that happen to anyone else. Now I’m here. You’re not the first person I had to protect.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you sigh, feeling like an ass.

“It’s not your problem to worry about.” That’s enough light into Jensen’s past, so he changes topics. “What, does your dad not let you have boyfriends?”

“I’ve had a few but they never lasted a few months. They either find out who my dad is and what he does, get scared, and leave or they mistreat me once and my dad sics a bodyguard onto them. Love isn’t in the cards for someone like me, I guess.”

“It’ll happen. You have to be patient. You’re twenty. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you.”

“I don’t think so,” you shake your head and finish your food. “My dad is preparing me to take over his business. Soon I’ll be deep in mafia business. I won’t have time for love anyway.”

After lunch, you have one more class before you get to go home. As you’re heading out to Jensen’s car, your best friend of eighteen years stops you. Jensen understands you two want privacy so he steps off to the side but is close enough to you just in case you need him.

“Is that your bodyguard?” Chelsea gasps.

“Don’t get attached. I’m still trying to get rid of him,” you sigh.

“When you do, send him my way.” You both chuckle at her obvious joke. “So, Tyler is having a party with his frat buddies. He’s invited me and I’m inviting you. You need to come.”

“If I go, he goes,” you point to Jensen who waves at her. “Do you really want him to be the only older guy at the party?”

“He’ll suck it up. You have to go. Who else will help me hook up with Ty?”

“Fine, I’ll go. It gives me an excuse to go shopping.”

“Yes. I’ll text you the details. I gotta go. I’ll see ya!”

She bounces away happily and Jensen makes his way over to you.

“I’m assuming you heard everything she said. You’re pretty good at eavesdropping, you know that?”

“You’re making me go to a party?”

“I’m twenty. I need to have these pivotal moments that will otherwise shape my character.”

“You’re going to a party with booze and sex. How is that shaping your character?”

“I’ll get better at taking down booze and better at receiving sex,” you smirk and walk off.

“Like hell you are,” he says in a deep voice and follows after you.

Whatever you want, you get (relatively speaking). If you tell your dad you’re going shopping for a party, he’ll tell you to bring Jensen and leave it at that. Jensen has no say whether you get to go to the mall or not. When you get to the mall, the first store you go to is one of the most expensive ones there. Your dad, being a mafia boss, has almost unlimited money. He has an account with millions in it just for you.

“Okay, if we’re both going to this party, we’re both going to need a new change of clothes. Don’t worry, I’ll be your sugar mama for today. We’re getting you party ready.”

“Don’t count on it,” he mumbles. There are a few dresses that catch your eye so you practically throw them in Jensen’s arms before moving on to the next. “You know, I’m a bodyguard, not a personal assistant.”

“My dad told you to be whatever I need, and right now, I need someone to carry all these clothes. Unless, of course, you don’t want to do this. In which you’re more than welcome to leave.”

“Nice try, sweetheart, you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

Once you have enough dresses, you head to the dressing room to try them on. After every fitting, you show off to Jensen who is being respectful and sitting outside the dressing room. The first two dresses didn’t compliment your body type, the third one didn’t go with your skin tone, and the fourth one was too small. The fifth dress is a bit more revealing than the others which is perfect.

It’s a black very deep V-neck dress that is backless. The only thing covering your breasts is the four-finger wide piece of fabric that meets each other at the base of the V. The bottom of the dress only goes to your mid-thigh, and the entire thing is sparkly. This is the perfect dress for a frat party. It fits perfectly, and it shows off the curve of your breasts leaving little to the imagination.

“Okay, this is the last one. What do you think?” you ask and walk out wearing it. The first thing Jensen does is mutter a quiet “fuck” before laughing to cover it up. “What’s so funny?”

“That you think you’re wearing that to the party.”

“Why not? Maybe you’re right. Maybe love is in the cards for me. Maybe I’ll get lucky there.”

“Not with me around you won’t.”

“Don’t be so sure,” you roll your eyes.

You head back into the dressing room but ten seconds later, Jensen barges in and pins you to the wall. His towering height is intimidating, especially if you’re already turned on.

“You can do so much better than some college boy who has no business putting his hands on you.”

“Whose gonna do it? You?” you chuckle.

You turn around to take it off whether he’s in here or not but Jensen isn’t done with you. He places a hand on the wall to your left, preventing you from going anywhere. Has his hands always looked so rough? The veins on his hand and arm are evident, and those are some of your weaknesses.

Jensen’s other hand ghosts over your back to the tie that holds the upper part of the dress on your body.

“If you were mine, I’d spend hours getting to know your body… to know what you like and what you don’t. Then, only when I have you begging for me, maybe I’ll give you that sweet relief you’re craving.”

A rush of butterflies fly down to your pussy. Damn, this man really knows how to get you going, but the last thing you’re gonna do is let him know that. You turn your head to look at him without turning your body and smirk.

“I don’t beg.”

Jensen chuckles as his right hand contracts into a fist. He’s resisting touching you right here and now. He leaves the dressing room quickly, leaving you confused and wanting. Fuck trying to get rid of him, you just want to fuck him. The best way to do that is to rile him up, and this dress clearly achieved that. Once you pick out the dress you want (while sneaking in the black sparkling dress), you get clothes for Jensen that are semi-appropriate for a frat party.

The party isn’t until the weekend but that doesn’t mean you can’t conduct your plan right away. For the rest of the week, you and Jensen kept playing the “Will He, Will She” game. You’d do something to rile Jensen up, he’d say something that gets you wet, and then he’d leave you wanting more. Then the cycle starts up again.

By the time the party came, it’s not a question of will Jensen fuck you, it’s a question of when and where. You’re wearing the short black dress underneath a long coat so that Jensen can’t see what it is. Luckily he hasn’t asked to see your outfit so that when he pulls up to he party, you can get his raw reaction to it.

Chelsea is waiting for you at the front door, and she waves you down when she sees you.

“I’m glad you could make it!” She looks at your long coat and gives you a weird look. “What are you wearing.”

“Just give it a second,” you whisper as you walk up the steps.

The door opens and Tyler’s best friend, Jason is standing there with a smile.

“Welcome in ladies… man…?”

“Don’t worry, he’s cool,” you quickly say. “Do you have a place where I can put my coat?”

“Oh, I’ll take it.”

You turn to face Jensen and stare into his eyes as you take off your coat. His eyes rake down your body in the revealing black dress he specifically told you not to wear. His fists clench at his sides to prevent him from making a scene. Chelsea chuckles to the right of you now understanding why you were wearing that coat. You turn to Jason with a smile and hand over your coat.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. Drinks in the kitchen. Have fun.”

“You’re pushing it,” Jensen whispers to you as you enter the house.

“Pushing what? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say innocently.

“Hey, if you see Tyler, let me know. Tonight might be the night,” Chelsea grins.

“You got it. Keep your phone on you.”

You two break off with her going to search out her crush while you and Jensen go to the kitchen. There are a lot fewer people in there since it’s small but it’s still crowded. There are shots lined up on the table so you take two and down them both. Jensen places his hands on the kitchen island and catches your eyes.

“Slow down.” While maintaining eye contact, you grab another shot and down it. Jensen’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes because he’s not amused. You’re very immature and he’d love nothing more than to put you in your place. “Keep it up, sweetheart.”

“Loosen up, Jensen. Dance!”

You wiggle your ass as you make your way to the dance floor. Jensen needs to be laser-focused on you to prevent what happened at the other party. There are a lot of people who would love nothing more than to kidnap the daughter of a mafia boss, especially if they think she’s inebriated.

You sway your hips along to whatever song is playing. You’re putting a show on for Jensen knowing he is standing in the corner just watching you. After the third song, you’re about to go get another drink when you feel hands on low on your waist. You look up to see one of the frat boys enjoying his time with you.

This is perfect. This is how you’re gonna get Jensen to break. You look over at Jensen to see his eyes narrowed on you and this other man. You push your ass back into the man’s cock and grind to give him a little something-something. The man grabs your thighs and moves his hands up and under your dress.

That’s what makes Jensen bounce into action. He pushes back the crowd of students and grips the man’s shoulder tightly.

“Beat it, kid. She’s taken.”

Jensen is already pulling you away without hearing the man’s response.

“Taken, huh?” you giggle.

Jensen takes you to an isolated part of the house where there isn’t anyone around, and he pins you to the wall angrily. His right hand wraps around your throat, not tightly but just enough to remind you it’s there, and his left hand slams against the wall next to you.

“Is this a game to you?”

“I’m just having a good time.”

“I can show you a better time than he can.” He removes his left hand from the wall and slides it between your thighs right where you want him. You’re wearing thin panties so he can feel how wet you are even through the fabric. He rubs your panties with a smirk not missing the way you gasp quietly. “You’re so wet and I haven’t even touched you. Is this all for me?”

“No, it’s for him,” you smirk defiantly.

Jensen chuckles darkly, sending another wave of pleasure straight to your core.

“Be careful, little dove. You don’t want me fucking this attitude out of you because I won’t be gentle.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.”

Jensen pulls away from you completely, making you want more from him.

“Oh no, sweetheart, good girls get fucked. Bad girls get punished. I’m not going to touch you, not until you beg me to.” You open your mouth to respond but he’s quicker. “Yeah, I know, you don’t beg. You will when I’m done with you. Come on, we’re leaving the party.”

He walks away without another word, and you open your mouth in shock. He’s definitely not like the other boys you’ve dated. He’s a man and he’s not afraid to show it to you. Maybe getting rid of him isn’t the best idea.

You might have met your match.

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[jihyocentric]

by the time jihyo has to leave, nayeon has her focusing on something other than the fact that it was getting too dark outside, wanting to trap jihyo into staying yet another time.

sana hadn’t arrived and nayeon wanted to spoil jihyo, using such things as arguments to make jihyo sit on her lap instead of leaving. multiple websites are on display on nayeon’s laptop as jihyo searches for clothing, accessories, even useless goods that were far too cute for her to pass up, and nayeon isn’t worried in the slightest as she watches the carts from different stores getting full.

jihyo begins to forget there were things for her to do at home, her home, getting distracted with online shopping. as though it had been difficult to have such freedom with nayeon and sana’s money at first, it quickly became a hobby to spend it on things jihyo never needed to begin with.

nayeon was far too indulgent, pushing jihyo to get anything she wants, making her own suggestions at times. jihyo lets herself be cared for, melting on nayeon’s lap with each kiss left on her shoulder, too aware of the hand nayeon rests on her bare thigh.

a part of being nayeon and sana’s companion — it was a better term than the one her roommate used to describe their relationship — came with that. the touches, the kisses, staying over the night. jihyo had been shy when they first kissed her, even more so when nayeon had naturally rested her palm over her knee one day while driving, but the bashfulness slowly disappeared as she was frequently with them and such things kept happening.

nayeon’s choice of clothes for her that day had been strategic. she was seriously keen on dressing jihyo up like jihyo was her own doll, and jihyo was. it was a silent addition to their deal. sometimes, jihyo would wear outfits picked by nayeon. that was nayeon’s particular way to make jihyo more hers, which was equivalent to the jewelry given to jihyo by sana with a possessive ‘s’ engraved on each one.

and so, knowing what jihyo wore under her clothes was yet another reason why nayeon didn’t want her to go.

“considered staying yet, princess?” nayeon asks by the time jihyo has finished shopping.

“i have class early tomorrow,” jihyo mutters. there’s a squeeze of her thigh and lips being pressed against her neck. that is before they hear the sound of keys.

the ringing of the metal is faint and only jihyo seems to notice, but it has her leaving nayeon’s lap in a hurry — because that was sana, and she had missed her.

sana has no time to fully step inside the house, her hips suddenly has legs wrapped around it and there are arms around her neck. spontaneously, sana lets out a sigh of relief, all of the tension on her shoulders long gone as she holds jihyo, careful not to let her princess fall, walking inside and closing the door with the sole of her shoe.

sana coos, pecking jihyo’s cheek out of habit. “someone is excited to see me.”

nayeon joins them, kissing sana’s lips as a welcome gesture. she has been doing that for years, ever since they got married. sana lets the same sigh of relief she always did and everything feels just right. the only difference from the past to the present was that now there was no longer a missing piece in their marriage.

“would you believe she wants to go home?” nayeon remarks, almost teasing with the tone of her voice.

“i don’t want to,” jihyo quickly explains. “i promised dahyunie i’d make dinner for us tonight. and tomorrow…”

nayeon clicks her tongue. “tomorrow i’ll take you to college. no need to worry about that. but i believe you need to tell your friend you’re not going home, mhm?”

“it’s late,” sana adds. “she probably knows you’re staying with us.”

jihyo has a small pout on her lips as the choice is made for her, but she hardly wants to leave, besides, she could make up for her roommate later. so she stays, tells sana everything she had previously told nayeon about her day, and has dinner with them — not without letting dahyun know she wouldn’t go home for the night.

they’d only sleep that night. jihyo believes so, because sana was tired and nayeon hadn’t tried anything with her. perhaps nayeon was being considerate of her early schedule, it’s what jihyo thinks at first, but not long after they’re lying on the bed, nayeon has her greedy hand between jihyo’s thighs.

their deal didn’t contemplate sex. jihyo was initially there to make them company in exchange for the money she needed to stay in college and live comfortably. that was what she had agreed with. over the time, the need to be with them in more ways than one grew stronger, and only then did jihyo start to sleep with them.

sana and nayeon weren’t her first experience with it — but they were the second, and the first women she’d been with, which was adorable from their perspective, as they got the opportunity to introduce her to all sorts of things. they were taking it slow, patiently respecting jihyo’s pace, satisfied with anything she’d let them have, no matter if said thing was a kiss or sex.

“this will make you sleep faster, princess.” nayeon confidently assures. “or should i stop?”

the question is more of a demand for jihyo’s consent. jihyo shakes her head, opposed to the idea of nayeon not finishing what she had started, but she remembers sana and nayeon being strict about her being vocal. use your words, always — they told her once, on an occasion that wasn’t much different than the present one.

“no.” jihyo mutters. she’s aware of sana’s hands on the hem of her nightdress, looking away from nayeon’s face when sana manages to expose her.

“oh,” sana lets out a hum of a laugh. “how cute.”

“isn’t she?” nayeon looks down. the hand that had once been merely resting against jihyo’s center moves away. “she always chooses the ones with the cute little ribbons.”

there are two hands keeping her legs apart. nayeon’s is quickly replaced by her own leg, making it impossible for jihyo to close them if she wanted to, but sana’s stays where it is, on jihyo’s inner thigh, a place that had once been exclusive for only jihyo herself and that now was for the two older women to play with.

as though almost everything was new to jihyo in that aspect, that was the married couple’s first experience with someone like jihyo, which could explain why they were so utterly turned on by what they were seeing. it felt as if they were doing something wrong, something prohibited, when they had their little princess like that, exposed and ready to be touched, especially when what she wore looked so pure. wickedly virginal.

nayeon had personally picked that for jihyo. she constantly made jihyo choose between dark and light sets, with the dark ones being on the sexier side — there were usually no ribbons on those, but they were pretty regardless. sana only understood the motive behind nayeon’s fixation on dressing jihyo up when she realized nayeon made her a doll. and jihyo liked doing that for nayeon. becoming what she wanted.

“adorable.” sana presses her lips to jihyo’s temple. “don’t keep her waiting, darling. this princess needs to sleep early.”

nayeon complies with sana’s request, sliding the lacy fabric down jihyo’s smooth legs. it’s a shame she will no longer get to see her in the white lingerie adorned with light purple ribbons, but that is the least of nayeon’s worries once she slides two fingers into an awaiting, tight heat.

jihyo pants softly against the pillow at the feeling, the noise bringing a smile to sana’s face. nayeon’s fingers could feel like too much for someone who had little experience like jihyo — they were certainly longer than her own and nayeon knew exactly how to curve them inside, effortlessly reaching a spot that made jihyo shut her eyes tightly, crying out at the feeling.

“so easy,” sana observes while exposing jihyo’s chest calmly. the straps of her nightdress fall to her arms first, and then, with the tip of her nails, sana pulls the silky material down to bare jihyo’s chest for them. “my, my. could you believe i was forgetting how perfect these were?”

jihyo doubts the question is directed to her, but she wants to answer, wants to do more than lying down and taking, yet that was what she was there for. to be at their full mercy.

when sana wraps her lips around a hard nipple, jihyo is still only able to let moans and tiny sobs out of her mouth rather than words, but that was a enough of an answer. it told them everything they needed to know, really.

nayeon moans, getting wet as jihyo clenches around her fingers, “she loves the praise, sana. i wish you could feel this,” nayeon purrs, rubbing her nose against jihyo’s burning cheek. “she always gets so tight when you talk to her like that.”

perhaps nayeon enjoys their time with jihyo way too much. she loves the heat around her fingers, the way sana has to keep jihyo’s leg open with a firm claw or she’d surely close her legs, instinctively, how innocent their princess looked with her face crimson red, too shy to say anything when they were all but feasting on her. nayeon felt like she could come untouched from that.

oh, and the devoted innocence. it was almost like they were corrupting her, in a way. and, in a way, they were, introducing jihyo to a kind of pleasure as good as a sin, the only thing that would make jihyo's barely touched body burn and pulsate all over, reaching a peak of sheer satisfaction.

a squeeze of sana’s teeth on her nipple makes jihyo’s back arch. nayeon becomes hungrier, long fingers sliding in and out of the slippery place between jihyo’s thighs, and soon sana’s fingers are crowding on jihyo’s center, giving attention to her clit.

liquid heat pools at the corners of jihyo’s eyes and she can hardly do anything to stop herself from crying, her tolerance to pleasure clearly weak — even though that was nothing compared to what nayeon and sana wanted, and would, when they had the time, give her.

“come.” sana demands. “now.”

the sudden display of dominance pushes jihyo over the edge.

sana’s voice, as sweet as it was, could be condescending and terribly harsh, making jihyo’s stomach clench before there’s a burst of a feeling that makes jihyo use her idle hands to grip nayeon’s thigh and sana’s wrist, letting out a high pitched cry as she comes undone, forced to keep her legs open despite the urge to close them tight.

sana pulls her hand away and so does nayeon, the both of them keeping jihyo’s legs apart, staring at the mess they had made. nayeon moans as she takes fingers to her own mouth, licking them clean from the glistening liquid. sana envies her. perhaps she’d have to taste it directly from where it came, on another occasion. after all, they shouldn’t keep their princess up until late.

when nayeon is done cleaning her hand, she fixes jihyo’s nightdress and gives jihyo her panties again. it’s even worse now, to look at the cute ribbons on it after what they had done.

“good job, princess.” nayeon kisses her, a soft peck on the lips.

“you’ll sleep like a baby now,” sana coos, taunting her.

jihyo can only hide her face in the crook of nayeon’s neck and allow sana to hug her from behind, dozing off nearly instantly.

“hyunie, i’m home!”

jihyo calls, her loud voice echoing as she steps into the small apartment. to make up for her absence, she’d bought dinner for them and treats for ari.

she finds dahyun on the couch, tzuyu next to her, the both of them looking so cozy that jihyo wants to join. although they never minded when she interrupted their quality time as a couple, jihyo was far too hungry for cuddles.

“oh, she finally remembers she has a home.” dahyun keeps her eyes on the tv, pretending as if she’s annoyed.

jihyo smiles. “i brought dinner.”

“you should’ve done that yesterday.” dahyun huffs. tzuyu lets out a short laugh. dahyun pulls away. “it’s not funny! her sugar mommies are taking her away from me.”

“dahyun!” jihyo lets out a squeal, cheeks pink when dahyun calls them like that in front of tzuyu. “you know what, maybe ari will be happier eating the food i bought for you.”

jihyo grunts as she makes her way to the kitchen, ignoring dahyun’s rushed apologies behind her.

[daceydeath]

A Work Proposal (Part 11)

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader x Seungmin Word Count: 4.6K Genre: Smut 🔞 Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, threesome, unprotected sex (don't be a moron), sir kink, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), anal sex, pet names, choking,

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career?

The kids had been thrilled when the boys finally left you to rest in the early hours of the morning, after another round or two with them, you figured when they got back to the dorms they would have told them that you had decided to stay not only with the team in general but them. In truth you knew you wouldn't have been able to walk away from them easily, you were too attached, but if you had been forced to you would have tried your best to make everything continue to work smoothly for them until they wanted you to leave or it all became a distant memory. You woke late to the sound of your phone ringing which made you snap out of your post coital slumber faster than you would have liked, eyes widening at the time on your clock.

"Morning baby" Chan's happy voice filled your room as you placed him on speaker so you could get dressed quickly.

"Chan" you breathed knowing he would laugh at you for being late and standing in your wardrobe trying to figure out what to wear.

"I've organized a day off for you so stop panicking and get back into bed" he giggled like a school boy making you smile.

"I can't just not turn up Chan" you sighed rolling your eyes at the sweet sound of his laughter.

"I know so instead of rushing I am going to ask that you accompany Minho and Seungmin to their radio interview today" he explained softly making you aware that the others were probably listening in since you could hear muffled talking and the occasional thump.

"Of course I can do that" you smiled sitting on your bed and looking at your rumpled sheets that would need to be stripped off and changed.

"Thank you baby, the guys will get you in and hour then" his voice was getting slightly lost in the whoops and noise coming from the others.

"I'm guessing that you have spoken to Felix and Hyunjin then" you pinched the bridge of your nose at how excited they all sounded.

"Yes and thank you baby, really thank you for giving us another chance" he almost whispered his voice tightening slightly.

"It isn't another chance Chan because I never ended the agreement" you sighed deciding that you should definitely shower first, then dress, then change the sheets "I decided to forgive you since you obviously didn't mean it to hurt me".

"Forgive all of us?" Han blurted before you heard what sounded like a hand clapping over his mouth making you giggle.

"Yes Han, I forgive you and Changbin too" you couldn't help the feeling of warmth that spread through you at the sound of their relieved sighs. "But I need to go get ready now or I won't be when Minho and Seungmin get here".

Showering and dressing in a simple shirt and sweater combo meant that you didn't need to worry about being uncomfortable while you say in cars and green room chairs for most of the day, which was something your normal blazer look didn't accommodate as well. You used your extra time as well as you could changing out your sheets to be washed, cleaning up the kitchen and even styling you hair a little so that you would look nice when the boys picked you up. When your phone beeped to let you know they were downstairs you quickly grabbed your purse and made your way down to the waiting van.

"Don't you look delicious" Minho whistled softly making your face heat up.

'Couldn't agree more" Seungmin smirked as you slipped into the seat across from him.

"Behave, were in public" you muttered as you opened your tablet interface to double check everything that was needed for the day.

"But what about when we aren't in public doll?" Seungmin asked his voice lower than normal.

"Then I might not say no sir" you teased back not wanting to look up and see the look you knew he was giving you.

"I forgot about your control thing" Minho chuckled watching you bite your lip "I thought our little kitten might fight that but it looks like she does not".

"Oh she is so well behaved aren't you doll" Seungmin purred as you tried not to press your thighs together "Maybe we could show hyung how good you are?" he whispered teasingly making you swallow hard and Minho laugh properly. Taking a deep breath to control your now very interested body and distracted mind you fell back into your professional mode.

"Were heading to KBS correct" you cleared your throat subtly.

"We are kitten" Minho smiled watching you switch back into work mode.

"I've got this scheduled for 4 hours correct? What schedule do you have after that because I haven't received an update as to what your afternoon looks like" You clarified looking between the two of them for any sort of update.

"I figured we can eat afterwards" Seungmin added "I don't have anything else scheduled after though, what about you hyung?"

"Nope I have nothing so lunch later then maybe we swing back to the dorm to rest? Kitten surly will need a little more attention by then" Minho smirked making the heat rise up your neck again.

"Cheeky shits" you mumbled clicking through the calendars for each of the members and realizing that they did both have the afternoon off while Felix and IN were filming something later in the day and the others were either writing or producing.

Arriving at the station you were ushered inside and into the waiting area that was dedicated to the two of them. You set yourself up at one of the empty tables while they left to get snacks and greet the other guests and presenters. An iced latte was placed down beside you startling you slightly as one of the assistant producers introduced herself quietly.

"Good Morning, I am Yejun and I will be looking after all the needs you might have today" she bowed politely "Kim Seungmin asked me to deliver this to you to help with your work".

"Thank you and it is a pleasure to meet you Yejin. I will be sure to let you know if any of our team needs anything" you returned her gesture smiling softly as you noticed her look you up and down quickly before she departed making you slightly annoyed but you shrugged it off going back to work and waiting for your boys to return.

"Good you got your coffee" Seungmin grinned as he plopped down on the sofa across the room from you.

"I did thank you" you smiled back sipping at the iced coffee.

"Don't give him too much credit he only made that girl get if for you after she flirted with him" Minho chuckled "She was all doe eyed and almost swooning until he shut her down and asked her to get a coffee for his pretty noona manager".

"Seungmin!" you coughed trying not to laugh.

"What? isn't it better to shut her down than give her any sort of false hope that I would ever be interested" Seungmin defended himself shrugging.

"You are so savage" you faux scolded him making Minho laugh properly enjoying the joking around while they waited for the show to begin.

The show had been scheduled for four hours but that was to accommodate all the preparing, greeting, show run throughs, artist requirements, endorsement recordings etc, by the time Minho and Seungmin were on air the actual interview and games lasted only 50 minutes. You had been able to get quite a bit a work done in that time leaving you able to comfortable supervise the interview in case questions came up that needed to be refused. The whole time you watched you could feel eyes on you which was a factor you dealt with in this job fans were always curious about the staff around the artists and you always tried to make a good impression, so it was a little odd that once the interview was over and you returned to the artist and staff waiting areas the feeling of being observed followed you.

"Don't look now but it appears we aren't the only ones who want to ruin your today kitten" Minho murmured to you looking back at the guy who was looking as though he wished to approach you.

"I don't like that idea at all" Seungmin glowered at the guy as Minho placed his hand so low on your back he was also cupping your arse.

"You are imagining things" you sighed softly rolling your eyes stepping ahead of Minho as he ushered you into the room. "Besides I have to watch women throw themselves at you all the time".

"Still don't want someone who isn't us near you" Seungmin pouted slightly. There was a small knock on the door and it opened slightly to an well dressed man who immediately sought you out between the two boys despite their obvious distain of him.

"Could I perhaps leave my card with you for any future promotions?" He smiled overenthusiastically "I would be happy to help arrange future promotions directly with you".

"Thank you" you nodded politely "I think we have a contact within KBS that we already deal with but I may be mistaken".

"Perhaps we could discuss some future arrangments over drinks?" he continued looking at you hopefully.

"Forgive me but I don't think my boyfriend would approve of that" replied trying to come off as modest as possible.

"You have a boyfriend? pity call me if that changes" he smirked leaving the room as quickly as he arrived.

"You can stop glaring holes in the door now" you giggled looking at Minho then Seungmin.

"A boyfriend huh?" Seungmin questioned raising his eyebrows at you teasingly.

"I could hardly say my 8 fuck buddies don't always like to share amongst themselves let alone anyone else" you rolled your eyes dramatically.

"I mean there is no lie in that" Minho purred pulling you against him to kiss you possessively his hand gripping your hip almost painfully as he slid his tongue between your lips making you gasp against him only encouraging him to deepen the kiss further until you began to feel a little dizzy and Seungmin cleared his throat.

"I mean as much as I enjoy seeing you get needy, maybe you would rather take this to the dorm? What do you think doll?" Seungmin smirked knowingly.

"Yes sir" my breathed eyes already a little hazy with lust making Seungmin almost groan, as he reached out to grab the nape of your neck and drag you to him to claim your mouth just as Minho had.

Collecting your things, and yourself, you made your way back through KBS to the entrance so you could leave, stepping out a minute or two before them always gave fans and photographers a better view of the boys and you had adapted to this ducking out to prevent any mishaps of their way to the van. They followed slowly waving and bowing politely before climbing into the van behind you and instantly changing back to the handsy boys who wanted to get you home fast. Minho slid into the seat beside you his hands instantly on you, one between your thighs teasingly running his thumb down the seam of your jeans and the other on the nape of your neck so he could turn you to face him when he wanted you too.

"I have an idea doll, if hyung is wanting to play along of course" Seungmin smiled seductively at you and you shivered slightly under his gaze.

"Oh she liked that" Minho licking his perfect lips and grinned devilishly at you.

"I thought perhaps you want to show how good a girl you can be for Minho? Show him how much you like being a good little girl for us" Seungmin whispered while you nodded eyes wide.

"Words please doll" Seungmin looked at you pointedly "you only get what you want using words".

"I would like that sir" you whispered.

"Good girl" Seungmin purred "Same rules as before is there anything that you don't want us to do with you? There are so many things we could try today".

"The same as before sir, I don't want you to hit me, spit on me or hurt me" you whispered again hoping the driver couldn't hear anything that was being discussed.

"Alright then doll, I will ask as we go and if you want it to stop what do you say?" Seungmin smiled happy you were willing to play.

"Red sir" you whimpered as Minho's fingers now pressed against your clothed core making you squirm slightly and him grin.

The remainder of the trip to the dorms took about three days in your already lust clouded brain, Minho teasing you slowly and Seungmin looking at you those molten chocolate eyes you were getting needier by the minute. So when you finally found inside the entrance of the dorm it took only a moment more before Seungmin had you roughly shoved against the wall claiming your mouth in a firery kiss that made your head spin as his hands held you firmly to the wall.

"My room now doll, strip off and wait on your knees in the middle of the bed" Seugmin ordered huskily making you swallow hard.

"Yes sir" you replied and made your way to his room as instructed pulling your top over your head as you went.

"How are we doing this hyung? Do you want to watch or participate?" Seungmin turned to look at Minho.

You knelt on Seungmin's bed completely bare with your hands folded in your lap as you waited for him to enter the room. The wetness between your thighs cooling in the air of the room was a stark contrast to how hot your body felt, the anticipation rising in you as you heard footsteps outside the bedroom door.

"Such a good girl" Seungmin purred stepping into the room "I was telling hyung how good you are".

"Thank you sir" you preened a spark shooting towards your center, loving the praise he gave you.

"Take a seat hyung and let see how good she can be" Seungmin's tone was still cheeky as he walked over to his desk and sat in his chair gesturing for Minho to sit on his bed while you looked between the two of them as patiently as you could.

"Kitten, are you alright with this?" Minho asked looking at you seriously, after everything that had just happened he didn't want to cross anymore of your lines.

"Yes..." you paused for a moment looking at Seungmin.

"You can cal him what ever you like doll" he nodded giving you permission making you grin.

"Yes Minho I want this" you looked back to him heatedly wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue.

"Good girl" Seungmin purred "Now you're going to do exactly as your told aren't you?".

"Yes sir, I promise sir" you whimpered slightly itching to be allowed to touch Minho.

"Go make him nice and hard then doll" he purred again leaning back in his chair watching as you stood up and moved to straddle Minho's thighs, those perfect thighs that distracted you every time he danced. As soon as you were seated Minho's hands were on you one cupping your face and pulling you in to desperately connect his lips to yours and the other sliding down your side to grab a hand full of your arse pushing you against him. You opened your lips allowing his tongue entrance to your mouth as you gently rolled your hips against him your soft moans being swallowed with the intensity of the kiss. You could feel his cock hardening in his jeans below you as you pressed your wet core against him your slick leaving a wet trail on his fly.

"Good girl being so needy" Seungmin groaned watching you try your hardest not to get yourself off on Minho's clothed crotch. "but I think you can you better" he tutted.

"I want to be good sir" you panted, disconnecting your lips from Minho's and moving to kneel between his legs you carefully undid his jeans and after his allowing you to slide them down to his knees you began palming him through his boxers "Can I taste Minho please sir" you pleaded eyes wide as you looked to Seungmin.

"Of course doll, such a sweet girl for asking" he smiled wickedly at you. You wasted no time freeing Minho from his boxers and licking a stripe along the underside of his dick making him take a sharp breath "Slow down doll, you are meant to be showing him how good you are not how desperate you are" he chuckled darkly.

Pausing you slowly let your tongue circle the head of his dick enjoying the taste of the small bead of precum that decorated it before slowly taking him into your mouth and suckling it. You could tell from the way his thighs tensed he was already enjoying the warmth of your mouth so to help give him even more you brought one hand to fondle his balls while you took his whole length into your mouth and throat enjoying the deep loud groan the fell from his lips making you squeeze your thigh together in hopes of some friction.

"Fuck me kitten you are so good at sucking dick" he mumbled his hand winding into your hair pulling slightly on your roots.

"Be a good girl and play with your clit while you please hyung doll" Seungmin directed his voice starting to deepen with need. You hummed in response causing another delicious moan to fall from those perfect lips as you slowly began to circle your own clit with your fingers gasping around Minho's cock as the first jolts of pleasure began to course through you, you took your time bobbing up and down his length, tongue swirling around his shaft when you agonizingly slowly pulled him from your mouth with a lewd wet pop.

"I think he might be hard enough now doll, be a good girl and help him get undressed" Seungmin ordered his voice getting huskier with each order he gave you. Biting your lip you stood pulling Minho's jeans and boxers completely off his legs before helping him slide the t-shirt he was wearing over his head "Now on your hands and knees facing me doll".

"Yes sir" you almost whimpered knowing that it wouldn't be too much longer until you got some relief that you so desperately needed, you could feel your arousal beginning to slick your thighs at this point. Minho wasted no time kneeling behind you and carefully pushing his length into you and you both moaned in tandem.

"Kitten, shit your so tight" Minho mumbled wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you up against his chest for the first few thrusts his teeth grazing the side of you neck debating whether to make you or not.

"Please Minho" you gasped as he slammed into you his hips slapping against your skin harshly your head falling against his shoulder.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk kitten" he mumbled making you mewl lewdly Minho's other hand sliding down to the front of your body to press against your clit.

"Careful Minho hyung" Seungmin warned seriously one eyebrow raised "don't want to exhaust her yet".

"Back on your knees kitten" he purred letting you fall forward softly against the bed, your arms giving way so you were now leaning on your elbows as Minho continued to fuck you only slowing down a little and thrusting in you much deeper making you see stars with every movement of his cock against your needy walls.

"You look so pretty getting fucked by Minho, so fucking pretty" Seungmin growled his hand moved from the arm of the chair to start palming himself through his jeans making you whimper as you watched him "don't worry my good girl I'm going to make you mine soon enough".

"Fuck she liked that" Minho groaned feeling you clench around him.

"Put your thumb in her arse hyung, I need her prepped for me" Seungmin grunted standing and discarding his jeans and shirt. "Doll color?' he asked kneeling to hold your chin as Minho slid his fingers through your folds to collect your slick.

"Green" you gasped Minho's thumb slowly circling your tight ring of muscle "But slow please". Minho's thrust turned slow and deep as he cautiously continued both prepping you and pleasuring you.

"Remember if it's ever too much use the safe word and we both stop, no questions asked" Suengmin cooed throwing a bottle of lube near Minho and taking your face in his hands to kiss you passionately, between his lips and Minho's cock you were too distracted to even worry that you might want them to stop. Pulling his lips from yours Seungmin guided his cock to your mouth which you opened instantly allowing him to slowly push himself between your kiss swollen lips his groan mixing with Minho's as you again clenched around him.

"Kitten you will make me cum if you keep that up" He hissed making Seungmin chuckle guiding himself deeper into your throat as you hummed around him.

"Good girl, make him cum" he growled carefully fucking your throat as you concentrated on how good they both felt inside you as Minho slipped another lubed finger into you stretching you slowly and giving you time to adjust before he started opening you further, making you groan around Seugmin's length.

"Your right she is a very good girl" Minho grinned as you tightened around him again, slipping his fingers from your arse he picked him pace up hitting the spot inside you that made you start moaning and whining around Seungmin, making him pull himself from your mouth to watch you come undone under Minho's ministrations, Minho had slipped the hand that had been holding you in place around your stomach to pinch your clit softly making your eyes roll back in your head..

"Minho, please, please right there" you cried as your orgasm tore through you making you call his name like a prayer as you felt him stiffen inside you and moan pornographically his warm seed filling you as he continued to shallowly thrust into you to prolong your high.

"Such a good girl, my best girl" Minho whispered to you softly pulling himself from you as you felt his cum dribble out of you and onto your thigh.

"Can I continue you doll?" Seungmin asked gently his fingers running through your hair.

"Green sir" you smiled up at him still on your knees and elbows, he grinned in response gesturing for you to turn and face Minho as he picked up the bottle of lube and squeezed some onto his fingers. You were a little nervous and you knew that they would never dream of hurting you so as Seungmin slid two fingers back inside you and moved to begin lapping as your clit.

"Sir" you cried softly still sensitive from Minho but he was gently pushing you through that and into the beginning of another pleasurable build up.

"Look you kitten you're so beautiful when you get you pussy eaten" Minho groaned as you saw him hardening again "can't wait to fill you again, you want that?".

"Yes Minho want that" you gasped as Seungmin pushed a third finger into you the initial ache now becoming a more pleasurable sensation.

"You like what Seungmin is doing to you kitten? Does it feel good having him inside you there?"

"Yes Minho, yes" you stuttered feeling your next orgasm growing in your belly.

"Good girl, now I'm going to fuck you there" Seungmin growled huskily as he removed his fingers to lube his length thoroughly, making you swallow hard and your eyes widen slightly.

"Aww kitten are you nervous? Never had a cock as big as Seungmin's in that pretty little arse before? Minho teased moving from where he was leaning against the headboard palming himself slowly.

"Never done this before" you whisper feeling Seungmin slow his movements and watching Minho's eyes widen despite his groan.

"Doll, why didn't you say anything? Seungmin asked incredibly gently caressing your back with one hand as you assumed he was looking at Minho to judge you expression.

"You didn't ask and I said green sir" you whined pushing back on him slightly not really wanting your pleasure to dissipate.

"Our prefect sweet girl" Seungmin cooed adorlingly moving his hands to each of your hips "You absolutely sure?" you could feel the dominance slipping from Seungmin as he worried more about your comfort than the experience of the game.

"Yes sir" you whimpered as he began slowly pushing the head of his cock against your hole.

"Not sir, not this time, just you, just Minho, just me" he whispered against the skin of your back as he peppered your skin with kisses,

"You are far too good to us kitten" Minho groaned again leaning forward to press his lips against yours, trying to keep you relaxed and wanting while Seungmin sunk himself inside you. They could both feel you tensing slightly your body reacting to the new and strange sensation but you let them guide you through it. You let Minho slip his tongue between your lips sliding against yours pouring how grateful he was for this into you.

"Fuck you are so tight doll, you feel like heaven" Seungmin moaned deeply as he slowly and shallowly began thrusting, his grip on your hips tightening as you began to carefully push your self back onto his cock. Letting go of your right hip he slid his fingers around your leg to continue massaging you clit causing a delicate moan to fall from your lips into Minho's mouth.

"Minho, I want you in my mouth" you mewled as your orgasm started building again breaking the kiss to look at him.

"Not this time kitten, I'll have you again later I promise" he mumbled against your lips as he kissed you again one of his hands teasing your nipples to help you along.

"Fuck" Seungmin growled again his thrusts speeding up as his need to chase his own high started to over take him "God you are perfect doll, so perfect" his fingers on your clit speeding up to match his hips.

"Seungmin" you cried loudly as your orgasm cascaded over you as he thrust harder into a few more times before spilling himself inside you. Minho took over from Seungmin his fingers now softly circling your clit to prolong your pleasure while the other slipped himself from you.

"You are a goddess" Minho groaned pulling you from your knees to lay between the two of them holding you tightly to his chest until Seungmin pulled a blanket over the three of you.

"You are incredible doll" Seungmin whispered kissing your shoulder blade.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you sir" you mumbled softly.

"You will never have to apologize after you so willingly let me have your first time" Seungmin smiled against your skin moving back as you rolled to face him, Minho instantly moving to spoon you.

"But that's what you like" you pouted slightly.

"No doll, I like you, only you" he admitted softly his lips finding yours for a soft sweet kiss "Now rest and we can play again later".

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Homewrecker - Dalliance? Or Love?

>Yan! Chrollo x Fem! Reader

>Word count: 2.5k

(Set in the early stages of the relationship, no yandere warning for now)

Homewrecker

Chrollo still remembers it clearly.

He remembers how he got to know you, the way you were so guarded and dismissive of him, how you didn't let him get any closer, and how he wanted to crush that distance to turn it into want. Just the thought of a woman not falling for what he has in his arsenal is enough of a bother. Imagine his annoyance when it actually happened.

Even so, he remembers it all clearly. Chrollo never thought he would take wooing a woman as a challenge, but it happened. It happened, and he doesn't regret even a second of it.

Perhaps the moment he truly got to understand you was on your birthday, the first one since he met you. He was still playing around back then, viewing you as an entertaining way to pass the time more than someone he was genuinely interested in. 

The realisation that maybe, maybe the reason why he bothered to stay so long in one place and continuously pester one specific individual for their attention is not because of seeking personal benefit was a hard pill to swallow. It failed to motivate Chrollo to simply up and leave, making you ineffaceable instead.

It is one thing for a thief to seek out leisure and it is another thing for a thief to seek out treasure.

You had become the latter to him.

That day - that birthday - just might have been the day it all started, even if Chrollo hadn't realised it immediately. Recalling the conversation almost always ends with Chrollo concluding that you are some angelic version of him. A person who shares similar thoughts and holds similar beliefs in lots of areas but still has their faith in humanity intact, rose coloured lenses permanently covering their eyes.

How utterly naive of the person and how utterly foolish of Chrollo for finding that naivety cute.

You always were adorable in his eyes. No wonder he grew so increasingly fond of you so quickly.

The words you had said echo in his mind at times, stirring up some peculiar ache in his chest. Chrollo's rib cage feels heavy just from recalling the memory. He wonders how he heard them with no physical reaction.

"Humans are the most brutal creatures, but they are also the kindest. We have the choice to choose which category we wish to belong to.”

Though it was said in response to an old man yelling profanities at a young couple simply walking hand in hand at the park, Chrollo did not miss the saddened look on your face. He still remembers how your facial features were illuminated by the park's street lights in the midnight darkness. It's a memory he begrudgingly cherishes simply because your statement was amusing to him.

It was dark that night. The moon was nowhere to be seen due to all the clouds and Chrollo had 'accidentally' run into you as you aimlessly wandered through the pathways. Perhaps calling it an accident is too pitiful of a lie. He knew where you were. Seeking you out was just an effect of his boredom. 

Despite your initial disgust of his straightforward advances, you had still welcomed his company upon seeing him completely enervated. Whether it was pity or sympathy, he does not know. All that matters to a selfish man like Chrollo is that he got what he was seeking. An enjoyable way to pass the time and your good graces, though he wasn’t originally aiming for the latter.

It did not come as a surprise to him when you became more tolerant of his presence after that evening. From having blocked him on all your contacts and visibly grimacing upon seeing him in person, you had slowly gone to conversing with him over text during late night hours and actively participating in conversation with him.

Chrollo had refused to admit it but after seeing the fruit of his indefatigable labour, he did not feel as accomplished as he should have. Instead, a feeling of contentment is all he had received in return. An addictive feeling of ‘completeness’, whatever that means.

He had felt whole. In your presence, there were no heists to plan, no enemies to be mindful of, nothing. There was only the divine blessing of your presence, your soothing voice and your soft hands. 

(But Chrollo is not religious, or that is what he likes to think of himself. At night, when the winds blow against the window and a lack of warmth next to him in the king sized bed keeps him awake with his insomnia, he puts his reservations aside and feels thankful to the Divine for allowing such warmth into his life. The thankfulness is quickly replaced by bitterness but it was there, no matter how brief it was.)

The questions that have plagued his consciousness have not been answered but he finds them a little absurd nowadays. He blames the newfound feeling on your intervention in his life. Chrollo thinks of you as an intruder in his routine, someone who pushes the boundaries of his comfort, making him question things he never bothered to consider.

The lens through which you perceived the world did not change, but the lens through which Chrollo perceived you did. It had turned into greed. What was once mere entertainment had metamorphosed into something uglier, something that made him want to grab you and always keep you within arm’s length. Or even closer. Ah, definitely closer.

What happened next was simply natural then.

The peculiar friendship you two had formed was slowly shifting into a relationship. Instead of asking for your insight on things, Chrollo found himself teasing you more. There was no more professionalism in his conversations, casual demeanour and sarcastic remarks replacing his courteousness. No longer does Chrollo hold back on saying things explicitly no matter how crude some things might be.

With that being said… maybe you enjoy his crude remarks. You did once choke on some water in an attempt to control your laughter.

Saying that his interactions that have started to test your reactions are only to see how palatable some things are to you is akin to a person thoroughly examining a treasure would be too dehumanising. Instead, Chrollo likens it to praising those big shiny things that the notoriously rich like to collect, but you are even more precious than measly polished metals and shiny rocks. No, you are one of a kind.

Even if he accumulated all the wealth and treasure in the world and placed it on a balancing scale with you, the beam would remain tilted. You are more valuable than anything in the world. Of course you outweigh the world’s treasures.

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The breeze is cool today. Both curtains are pushed inside by the wind, courtesy of the terrace doors being open. Air circulates around the apartment, entering through the terrace and leaving through the bedroom and study windows. There is cooked food on the stove and it’s the weekend.

But the apartment is empty. Bleakness drips from the ceiling, enveloping the furniture and floor in a colourless existence. The sofa cushions feel as hard as concrete, not that such a thing would bother Chrollo. This afternoon has a low, languorous feel to it, but there’s still something missing. There is no colour, no warmth.

It feels wrong to be here.

Chrollo turns a page.

The breeze stops blowing, but returns stronger. The curtains are pushed even harder as they rise to an almost 90 degree angle just to fall again.

Chrollo closes the book. His arm rises to his eyes to shield him from whatever sunlight enters the living room. It’s cloudy today which means the sun isn’t out, yet it still feels too bright. Or maybe the apartment is too dark, too bleak.

Chrollo turns to his side, the book now sitting on the coffee table nearby. The only sounds he hears are of the refrigerator gently buzzing and the busy street below. Though the latter is very faint, Chrollo finds himself wondering if you’re in the midst of that yet. Bitterness immediately makes itself known, and he buries his face deeper into the backrest as he imagines you having brunch with your friends.

It’s a cool summer day. The weather is absolutely perfect for that pastel yellow sundress he bought you last week, yet you left. You left him for some petty ‘friends’ who would not even bat an eye if you were to disappear off the face of the planet this very second.

He knew he shouldn’t have gone so far. He knew he should have left this town when he had the chance instead of seeking out a dalliance like some attention starved imbecile. No. What Chrollo should call this is love, not some filthy excuse of affection.

He calls this love, yet you… you…

The blanket hanging from the backrest is pulled down, and Chrollo covers himself with it. He recalls the times you’ve spent lying on this very sofa, trapped between him and the backrest as you peacefully sleep in his arms. With good times come bad times. The moments he is living through right now certainly do not belong to the former.

He closes his eyes, willing his mind to drift somewhere else. All attempts to ponder over anything else fails and his train of thought backtracks to you. At least he can find comfort in the fact that you wore the ring and are probably flaunting it to your friends.

A bird lands somewhere on the terrace, chirping as it drinks water from the ceramic bowl you left in a corner. Chrollo turns his face back to the backrest again but ends up audibly groaning when the bell rings. One glance at the key holder and he realises that you didn't take the extra house keys with you.

The bird flies away when Chrollo rises, his black shirt and trousers being synonymous to his mood. Slow, heavy steps take him to the door, and he opens it without bothering to check the peephole. He used En. He knows it's you.

The moment he locks eyes with you, colour returns to the apartment. The door is now painted pastel blue and a quick turn reveals the colourful flowers painted on the key holder and the soft blackberry curtains blowing with the wind. Chrollo turns back to you again, eyes falling to your smile and noticing your lipstick has almost disappeared. Grey eyes soften at the toothy grin as he gives space to allow you to enter.

Chrollo's eyes follow your movements. Those beige linen pants and burgundy drop shoulder shirt bitterly remind him of the pastel yellow sundress, mood instantly soured. A warm hand reaches for his hair as the door clicks shut, shoes forgotten somewhere nearby. What follows next is a chuckle and a soft palm petting down the mess of dark hair on Chrollo's head.

"You look like you're a mourning villain," you say, voice a melody to his ears.

"Maybe I am," he replies, eyes fixated on the collarbones peeking out from the open collar and framed with a heart shaped pendant. "How was brunch?" Voicing the question only serves to make Chrollo even more bitter, but he wouldn't tell you that.

"Awful! I now fear for my dear fiancé!" Your hand retreats, causing Chrollo to miss the warmth, and goes to undo the rest of the buttons. The cream coloured silk camisole underneath is revealed, but you continue speaking. "A few of them didn't even comment on my engagement!"

The bag hanging from your arm is promptly placed on the dark oak coffee table next to Chrollo's book, and you turn to him, a frown on your face. "I know some of them are snakes, but sheesh. I would have appreciated them faking their congratulations rather than ignoring it entirely."

Chrollo crosses his arms over his chest, sleeves already folded up till his elbows. "Afraid of the evil eye? If you are," he says, "you should know that someone's jealousy can never be stronger."

You raise a brow, hands already on your hips in that sassy fashion he adores. "And just what is stronger than their jealousy? Wait, what makes you think it's jealousy and not indifference?"

"They're simple minded," he shrugs. "I know how women like them think. They see another one happy and can't bear it."

"Amazing," you chuckle. "You just stated their entire modus operandi."

"I would suggest you get better friends. It's better to be alone than to be surrounded by people who only want to see you miserable."

You hum, moving closer and reaching for his hair again. Chrollo's eyes flit to the low neckline of the camisole before he regains his bearings with a cough. Your lips part to speak, that low voice making Chrollo inhale sharply to be able to remain civilised.

"You didn't answer my question."

The doe eyes you so adore on him make contact with yours. Innocence drips from his tone when he speaks. "What question are you referring to, dear?"

"Hm. I asked," you say, voice low and sultry while your finger traces his forearms, "just what is stronger than their jealousy?"

Chrollo hums, faking deep thought. He breaks eye contact and looks elsewhere as though pondering over your question, but ends up looking straight into your dilated pupils when he answers. "Do you not know?"

You shake your head.

"I was implying your possessiveness. You're quite scary when mad."

"Is that so?"

Chrollo merely smiles in response.

"Ah, alright then." You reach to kiss his cheek, an action Chrollo approves of wholeheartedly. "I was hoping you would say 'our love', but I suppose having the power in my hand is enough."

Bare skin is revealed as the shirt rides down your left shoulder. It takes carefully crafted nonchalance for Chrollo to not allow his eyes to greedily take in the sight, but the attempt fails when you discard the shirt entirely, leaving a mouth agape Chrollo standing in front of you.

You simply raise a brow. "What?"

"Darling," he croons, "I say this with the utmost respect. What the hell are you doing?"

"Taking off my shirt?" The mass of burgundy cloth is thrown over a shoulder. "I'm not naked. I'm wearing a camisole."

"Are you?" A hand reaches for your neck, cupping it as his thumb rubs circles on the delicate skin. "We're not married yet."

"And why are you mentioning that?"

His hand goes lower, thumb now moving over your collarbone and necklace. "I wonder why."

After a moment of silence, he speaks again. "If you're going to change, could you wear the yellow sundress I got you?"

You groan. "I told you already. I am not wearing that out. It's entirely backless!"

"I never said we're going out."

"Then…?"

Chrollo smiles, moving in to kiss your forehead. "Would you not indulge this poor man for once? I’d like to see the sun today, but the one in the sky is stubbornly hiding behind clouds."

"Goodness." A pout makes way to your face, the expression only serving to tempt Chrollo to pull your cheeks. "Keep your fetish away from me. I'm innocent."

He laughs, hand moving to your hip. "I'm afraid this is only the beginning."

The way you grumble your complaints further tempts him to grab your cheeks, but he lets you go. He'll be getting to see you in the dress after all.

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Fossil Novembirb 9: Getting a Grip

Zygodactylus by @thewoodparable

Today, half of all birds - so half of all living dinosaurs - are in a clade called Passeriformes, aka "Perching Birds". Of course, not all birds that perch are in this clade, but what can you do. With three toes forward and one long toe facing back, these animals can easily perch upright on branches and have tendons in their legs to help stiffen their grip while sleeping, enabling them to stay put!

But where did this giant group get started?

Australaves phylogenetic tree from Wikipedia

For a while, the prevalent idea was that they evolved from similar birds that perch in trees, such as pigeons and swifts. However, genetic evidence showed that the closest relatives of passerines were actually... parrots! And their closest relatives are Falcons, and just outside of that, Seriemas! What a wild twist!

Of course, paleontologists - being paleontologists - wanted to find the fossil evidence of this evolution. Luckily, as the genetic picture became clear, so did the fossil one - a handful of fossil birds that were mysteries before suddenly became clear, and more and more are being found as time goes on.

Primozygodactylus by @quetzalpali-art

In the Early Eocene, many of these early Passerine-Parrot relatives existed, and showcase a fascinating stepwise evolution of Passerine characteristics - namely, the feet. While the smaller head and size of Passerines evolved first, and show up in early relatives such as Zygodactylus, the foot arangement? Not so much. Instead, these animals had the bodies of passerines, and the feet of parrots! This indicates that the skinny legs and specialized wing shape of Passerines evolved first, and the special feet second. Truly, this and the many other stem-passerines we have found with this configuration qualify as "Evolutionary Missing Links". Dinosaurs remain our best way to show how evolution has happened over time! But I digress.

Eofringillirostrum by @otussketching

From these animals eventually came Passerines, though they were not especially common to begin with - many other birds lived in trees too, such as Mousebirds, and like all great dynasties, Passerines needed time to get started. That doesn't mean they weren't around - Eofringillirostrum, one of the smallest fossil dinosaurs we have, was already living kind of like a modern finch, without being closely related to them!

What's weird, however, is that most of our earliest known passerine and stem-passerine fossils are from North America and Europe. This is, however, a sampling bias - we just have spent more time looking for fossils in these locations. The "most basal" (ie, earliest-branching) passerines and parrots are both found in Aotearoa today - indicating that this clade probably diverged and first appeared somewhere in Oceania. Hopefully, fossils of these early Passerine-Parrots will be found in the region soon!

Wieslochia by @drawingwithdinosaurs

Alas, Passerine fossils of any kind do not become particularly common until the early Miocene, indicating that the climate change occurring globally at the time did allow Passerines to diversify more than they had previously. Perhaps Passerines were more adaptable to colder and drier climates than other tree birds had been, or their specialized perching feet allowed them to live easier in different types of forests. By the late Miocene, modern genera were even appearing. Though these delicately boned dinosaurs do not fossilize easily, more and more of the puzzle is showcasing how we got to the point where half of all living dinosaurs belong to this group.

In fact, thanks to genomics, we have something of an idea as to why Passerines speciate at the drop of a hat - and that reason is recombination! For some reason, Passeriformes are more prone to genomic restructuring and shuffling, with even short periods of separation between populations leading to rapid accumulation of these genomic architectural differences. Between that and the variety of ecologies such small arboreal animals can inhabit, it was just a perfect set of conditions for so many species to evolve - and honestly? I doubt Passeriformes are going anywhere any time soon.

Sources:

Conway, M., B. J. Olsen. 2019. Contrasting drivers of diversification rates on islands and continents across three passerine families. Proceedings of the Royal Society B 286(1915): 20191757.

Gibb, G. C., R. England, G. Hartig, P. A. McLenachan, B. L. Taylor Smith, B. J. McComish, A. Cooper, D. Penny. 2015. New Zealand Passerines Help Clarify the Diversification of Major Songbird Lineages during the Oligocene. Genome Biology and Evolution 7(11): 2983-2995.

Manthey, J. D., J. Klicka, G. M. Spellman. 2021. The Genomic Signature of Allopatric Speciation in a Songbird is Shaped by Genome Architecture (Aves: Certhia americana). Genome Biology and Evolution 13(8): evab120.

Mayr, G., A. C. Kitchener. 2022. Psittacopedids and zygodactylids: the diverse and species-rich Psittacopasserine birds from the early Eocen London Clay of Walton-on-the-Naze (Essex, UK). Historical Biology 35 (12): 2372-2395.

Mayr, 2022. Paleogene Fossil Birds, 2nd Edition. Springer Cham.

Mayr, 2017. Avian Evolution: The Fossil Record of Birds and its Paleobiological Significance (TOPA Topics in Paleobiology). Wiley Blackwell.

Mayr, G. and A. Manegold. 2006. New specimens of the earliest European passeriform bird. Acta Palaeontologica Polonica 51(2):315-323.

[vampireimiko]

dms are being funky! so the plot-

(platonic family disabled sick reader

a platonic invincible (greyson) family where as the reader is the youngest and was born sick and spent their life in and out of hospitals nolan dotes on his youngest and mark tried to do anything for his younger sibling (just a bunch of angst)

i totally understand if you aren’t comfortable writing for disabled readers)

Disabled! Reader x (Platonic) Grayson Family

warnings, just angsty!!

note, i have never written for disabled readers before, so therefore if anything in this is insensitive or offensive, please let me know and i'll be sure to fix it :)

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Growing up proved to be an endless cycle of hospital visits, medication schedules, and missed opportunities. Each passing day etched the realization deeper into your consciousness that you were different from your brother, Mark, whose growing Viltrumite powers starkly contrasted your fragile health. The longing to experience a fraction of normalcy gnawed at your core.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° When Nolan found out you were born the way you were, he was scared. You would be considered weak in most people's eyes and instead of having two super powered viltrumite children, he had one. This obviously caused a rift in the relationship between you two, during your early stages of life.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° It unfortunately took Nolan quite a while to see past your disability and see you for yourself, and once he did the relationship between the both of you got increasingly better. He spoiled you at any chance he got.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Nolan's unwavering devotion became both a solace and a burden. His constant attention, hovering like a protective shadow, amplified the weight of your condition. It felt suffocating, as if your illness was the centerpiece of every conversation, every plan made, and every fleeting moment of joy.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Mark's attempts to bridge the gap between your worlds often straddled a thin line between genuine care and frustrating pity. His earnest efforts, while commendable, served as a stark reminder of the divide between the robustness of his abilities and your confinement to a wheelchair.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Despite all of that, Mark still tried his very best to spend time with you. Taking you out on siblings dates, whether it be to dinner, the bookstore, or just somewhere you've been really dying to go. He'd try to do this about 3 times a month, if his life let him. Those moments, brief as they were, formed the cornerstone of your happiness.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Nolan tried his best with you. Spending time with you was very hard to do, considering he could be needed anywhere around the world at any given time. The time he did spend with you were often marked by a tinge of sadness, an attempt to compensate for the absence caused by his global and sometimes space responsibilities. Yet, even in those short moments, his love for you was palpable, his presence a reassurance of the unwavering bond despite the circumstances that kept him away.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° As for Debbie, your mom, she made sure to be there for you through everything. Every single doctors appointment, staying up late for you during the most difficult nights, and offering her unconditional support and her shoulder for you whenever the days got too harsh on you. Her love was the sturdy foundation upon which you built your resilience.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Her sacrifices went unnoticed by many, yet her enduring love was felt in every tender embrace, in every whispered assurance, and in every sacrifice she made to ensure your comfort and well-being. Her quiet acts of love and selflessness formed the backbone of your journey, instilling within you a sense of hope and fortitude to face each new day.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Despite all of the challenges you faced, your whole family cared so deeply about you, each member contributing their unique love and support, forming an unshakable fortress of compassion and unwavering dedication around you.

additional note ! this is literal ass

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[gyusrose]

➵ the five lovers -> ot5

⚠︎ fluff, angst

✎ non-idol! au

summary: being alone now, makes you reflect on how much you took for granted your love life.

ot5 x fem.reader

wc: 1 .5k

“so uh we kiss now?”

Taehyun was probably the one person you knew better than yourself, you spent more time with him than your own parents. growing up together had its advantages, he always had your back no matter what. even when he got ridiculously popular during late middle school-early freshman year, he never forgot about you, how could you not fall? you had trouble figuring out if he was flirting or just being friendly, you seriously couldn’t tell. that was until a summer night before sophomore year..

“i really like you, a lot, not as a friend but you know?”

you almost screamed at that moment, thankful to know that it wasn’t one-sided.

unfortunately as the weeks and months went on, you noticed how much you didn’t act like a couple. yes surely you’ve kissed, but nothing more than a peck and would only hold hands occasionally. nothing changed from your friendship to your ‘romantic relationship’ just the title.

Taehyun noticed as well, that’s when during January he decided to have a talk with you regarding what y’all really where. you both decided to stay off as friends instead since it clearly wasn’t meant to be more than that. you hold nothing but brotherly love towards him still. you were sure of that when you saw him get a girlfriend and felt nothing but happiness for him and so did he when you did.

“you’ve never done this before?”

Yeonjun was a heck of an experience. he was the school’s basketball captain which also meant he had girls at his feet, swooning over him, yet he saw you. it wasn’t out of nowhere of course. over the summer you definitely grew into your face a bit and had a puberty bloom so going into junior year, you were pretty popular as well. destiny put the two of you in the same physics class and it started from there. he sat next to you and somehow always made a conversation with you, it escalated week by week, next thing you know he’s asking you out on a date. obviously you say yes.

he was your first REAL relationship. he made experience everything (if you know what i mean) although you’ve been worried about losing your virginity and feeling ashamed of it, Yeonjun made it as special as it could’ve been. y’all dated for the whole year. since he was a year older than you, he graduated high school. the two of you really wanted to keep dating ‘long distance’ but we all know how that’s pretty much a slow breakup. it didn’t help the fact that he went so far away. he was also surrounded by college girls, even if he denied it, you knew there was definitely a couple of kisses stolen from his friend’s instagram stories. it didn’t take much for the both of you to end it keeping in ‘good terms’.

“you sure you hate me?“

Beomgyu was the last person you’d taught you’d even think about dating. after taking a year to focus on yourself, the moment you got to college you were met with a crazy long-haired boy, bumping into you. he didn’t even say sorry or anything which was already enough to dislike him.

later you found out he was in a rock band, how ‘surprising’. you found this out when your roommate invited you to go with her to one of their gigs since her boyfriend was the lead singer she had extra tickets. you, not knowing he would be there, agreed since you needed to have some fun. your excitement was drained when you saw him playing the electric guitar and he was good, which made you more annoyed.

your roommate invited you to parties and he was always there, he noticed you the first time, after noticing your coldness, he kept bugging you day after day, trying to make you laugh once. the way he pushed your buttons made it almost impossible to not answer back. it became a love-hate friendship in a way? more hate than love. you clearly don’t despise him but you don’t like him at the same time. it wasn’t until during an argument, to shut you up, he smashed his lips into yours and you didn’t hate it? needless to say you both started dating shortly after.

unfortunately you can never enjoy things too much since he got signed with a company and decided to focus on his career and dropping out of university, in no way were you going to try long distance again so the only choice was to break up. you listen to his band’s music from time to time when you’re sad.

“my sister has good taste in friends”

HueningKai was perfect for you. one summer during junior year of college, your roommate , Lea, invited you to a vacation with her family, since you weren’t doing anything during the summer so why not? that’s where you met him. Lea’s younger brother wasn’t…bad looking. you didn’t start immediately dating, in fact y’all started off as friends, very good friends. both of you had a lot in common, some things you never seen someone also like. after the vacation you hung out at their home most of the time.

the both of you didn’t feel any romantic feelings until that one night. it was his 20th birthday and you two somehow ended up ‘accidentally kissing’. you guess you were just really excited for him and ended up kissing him. from there it kind of became awkward. you didn’t know if you should bring it up or just forget about it and pretend it didn’t happen. eventually he brought it up which ended up in a confession. you hesitantly accepted , you liked him but not to such point.

you loved him. yes you did. being with him for two years, making it your longest relationship, he made you love him, so much. he had this other part of him, the crazy one, which you adapted to love. he was like beomgyu but way softer.

this can’t be a happy ending right ? of course not. you got a job opportunity outside of the city and you would be dumb to not take it. once again you went through another break up. we decided to stay as friends and hang out form time to time, meaning once a year.

“i really like you”

Soobin was the love of your life. after three years of being single, you were craving love, wanting someone to be with and just love you, yeah you had your friends but it wasn’t the same. your best friend and coworker noticed this and decided to have a night out and go to the club, you didn’t budge and agreed since you actually needed it, at least to get laid.

you met this jaw dropping handsome guy, which didn’t seems like a club type of person since he looked really reserved wi to himself so for the first time, you started the conversation, thankfully he wasn’t creeped out or anything and continued ending up in exchanging phone numbers. soon you found out who he was, the son of one of the richest man in the country. you were surprised since Soobin was very humble and down-to-earth. you didn’t treat him differently though, knowing he’d probably hate that.

y’all started to go out to different places except his house since he mentioned how his dad was. after a couple of months he asked you out which you obviously said yes to, unknown to his dad but unfortunately he eventually found out and was against it since you weren’t “high class” . Soobin rebelled against this and still found a way to meet up with you one way or another. until one night.

he came with his head down dried tears down his cheeks. you were very confused, his next words explained everything though.

his dad had arranged a marriage with another woman.

your heart crumbled. his dad was too powerful to say no to you understood, but you still spent the next few days sobbing into your pillow. the marriage happened way too soon as well, it was all over the news, now making it impossible to watch television.

you can never have a happily ever after can’t you?